That night, Song Zhao saw her true face as he wished.

Since then, no one in Shaohualou dared to order her, and she was only allowed to see Song Zhao alone.

Yuan Shuwan is satisfied with this result, her goal is to make him fall in love with him and have a deep love for her. Song Zhao is different from other men, even if the outside world knows that she is already his person, he has always treated her politely and is indeed a polite gentleman.

But are there any men in this world who are only willing to look at it in front of their beauty and don't want to eat it?

She didn't believe it.

Yuan Shuwan just had enough patience to wait for his hypocrite's mask to fall.

However, as the days passed, what she was waiting for was his true heart.

Song Zhao is the pride of the sky, although his heart is arrogant, he will never give her any discomfort. Yuan Shuwan doesn't need to pretend to please him in front of him, nor does she need to flatter her, Song Zhao has always treated her equally.

Being able to treat a woman equally is rare among the children of many families in the world.

Song Zhao knows very well what a woman, especially a woman who has fallen into the dust, needs most, that is, respect.

Even if it sounds ridiculous, this is the beginning of Won Shuwan's change of opinion about him.

Song Zhao likes her, so he doesn't care about the opinions of the world, he will take her to ride a horse all over the imperial city, she wears a veil, the more frightened and afraid others will find out, the more he laughs happily, "Young, is there anything unpleasant to see when you come out with me?" ”

Yuan Shuwan could only pretend to be calm, "If others see Gongzi riding a horse with the singer of Shaohualou on the street, public opinion will definitely boil, I just don't want to embarrass Gongzi." ”

Song Zhao didn't care, and smiled, "The eyes of the world, do you think I will care?" ”

"What I really care about, what is the embarrassment, in fact, you know it very well in your heart."

He knew that she didn't like him, so he never wanted to force her to embarrass her, Song Zhao was born to hate forced buying and selling, if there was a choice, he just hoped that Yuan Shuwan would smile more.

She really looks good when she laughs.

As for other intentions, Song Zhao believes that it is already the best result to announce it through a few jokes on weekdays, and it is not appropriate to say anything more.

Yuan Shuwan was so delicate and clear, of course she understood his surprise, so she gently leaned into his arms, but even if she did this, it was only for false comfort.

Song Zhao sighed, "Actually, you don't have to do this, I just want you to be happy." ”

Yuan Shuwan didn't speak, having said that, she still had to repay the favor.

At night, he took her up to the Vermilion Bird Tower to watch the fireworks in the city, Yuan Shuwan quietly stared at the lively and prosperous imperial city of the Northern Underworld, but the picture that flashed in her mind was that the people of the Northern Underworld were not living. Singing and dancing here are peaceful, but her country, her home has long been in ruins.

Song Zhao looked at the loneliness that flashed in her eyes, and joked with a smile, "Did you make a wish just now?" ”

Yuan Shuwan was stunned, "Make a wish? ”

Song Zhao, "Yes, according to the legend of the Northern Underworld, whenever fireworks are set off during the Lantern Festival, the gods in the sky will pass by. That's why people choose to make a wish at this time. ”

Yuan Shuwan, "I didn't make a wish. ”

Song Zhao smiled, "It's okay, I'll help you make it." As he spoke, his hands folded under Yuan Shuwan's puzzled expression, and a pair of beautiful and gentle eyes glowed with a warm brilliance, even more than the fireworks in the night sky, "I hope that you will be able to get what you want for the rest of your life." ”

Another sound of fireworks exploded, disturbing Yuan Shuwan's heartstrings, and she looked at Song Zhao's handsome side face with shocked eyes, and her heart finally made waves.

Get what you want?

What if my wish is for you to die?

Before Song Zhao was about to turn her head, Yuan Shuwan retracted her gaze in embarrassment, and she sadly found that the Holy Son she was going to kill was not a wicked person, but the first person who would care about her wholeheartedly.

A person like Song Zhao, as long as she has a heart, no woman will not fall in love with her. But even if all the women in the world like her, Yuan Shuwan can't.

She knew that there were many female spies in the past who were in different places because of emotion, and the word love was just a word for her in the end. Yuan Shuwan, who is also arrogant, does not allow herself to fail.

But before she had time to execute the first assassination plan, Yuan Shuwan had an accident. Recently, a group of Wu people of unknown origin came to the Imperial City of the Northern Netherworld, and they broke into Shaohua Tower and kidnapped her.

"I heard that as the No. 1 singer in Kyushu, you have a singing voice comparable to that of a mermaid. Our young lady envy you and want your throat. As he spoke, a pair of long-haired hands grabbed her slender neck, and the young man of the Wu clan smiled sickly, "It's okay, it will only hurt a little." ”

Yuan Shuwan was choked by the throat, and when she saw the hideous smile of the man in front of her, her mood was more helpless than sad.

It seems that even God can't stand it, because she wants the Holy Son who bears half of the luck of the Northern Underworld to die, so before she does it, the Mandate of Heaven will come and end her in a hurry.

Just as she felt like she was about to die, she saw a sword shadow break through the door and nail the man who strangled her neck to the wall. The witch man's eyes were torn, and he was pierced through the heart by a sword, and he did not know who killed him until he died.

Song Zhao pulled out the long sword inserted into his chest expressionlessly, and the moment he drew the sword, the blood of the dead man spilled all over the ground, and a few drops splashed on his robe, staining a red plum.

Yuan Shuwan was rescued by him, and when he picked her up and left, Yuan Shuwan found all the corpses lying on the high stairs. She looked at this scene in amazement, "You, how many people have you killed?" ”

Song Zhao, "A lot. ”

After hearing this, Yuan Shuwan's heart shook slightly, such a swordsmanship, such an aura, how easy is it to hurt him?

She was thinking about it here, and the rumors outside about Song Zhao Chong Chong being angry and turning into a red face had already made a lot of noise.

"For the sake of a woman, the Holy Son slaughtered a tribe of the Wu clan, a total of 3,560 people in that tribe, and all of them died under his sword!"

"Or the Son? The likes of the Lich Clan are evil creatures, and if they are killed, they will be killed. ”

"But the Holy Son would not have been so aggressive in the past, and he liked to watch from the sidelines."

"The Holy Son is a real person who does not show his face, when Xiliang was defeated, the 300,000 army was about to surrender, and the court hesitated for a while, it was he who made the decision to kill all the pits! 300,000 troops, say pit killing, pit killing. ”

In this way, the rumors about the two of them soon became full of turmoil in the city, Yuan Shuwan groomed in the mirror, and Shen Xinjun came to visit, "I thought about how to deal with Song Zhao for a long time, but I didn't have a clue." He is young, resourceful, and just right-hearted, but he cherishes you very much. ”

Yuan Shuwan finished drawing her eyebrows and said lightly, "You can do whatever you want, and you don't have to worry about my life and death." ”