"Who are you?" Shimo looked Zhao Yichen up and down, looking like he didn't want to meddle in things.

"I'm her husband." Zhao Yichen almost blurted out the word concubine, but when he thought that his injuries had not healed, if he really fought, he would definitely not be his opponent, so he endured it stubbornly.

"As long as my marriage contract with her has not been dissolved, she is my wife who has not passed through the door" Shimo is a typical desert figure, but he can't raise his momentum in front of Zhao Yichen at all, so he can only raise his voice to hide his weakness.

"Enough is enough, Brother Shima! I am not my father's biological child. There are always people in Song Zhi who keep reminding her of the past that she doesn't want to recall, she is really tired, and whether it is or not is not so important in her heart.

At least, the mother really regarded her as her own child.

Children are the most likely to get sick, she is a little unaccustomed to the desert, and when she was a child, she had a high fever at every turn, if it was not for her mother's careful care, Song Zhi would have died in which desert she would have died.

The desert people care most about blood, and Shimo is deeply poisoned by the thoughts of his parents, and he also found a girl whose ancestors think that she is the most right.

It's just that when you are young, you can't see too amazing people, otherwise you will be trapped for life.

Shimo is like this to Song Zhi.

When he was a child, his love was not opened, and Shimo only regarded Song Zhi as his own sister.

When he drove Song Zhi out of the door with his own hands and saw the humiliation she had suffered, he was a little reluctant.

Over the years, he has been looking for Song Zhi's figure.

Especially after he married the girl who was the right girl, this sense of possession of Song Zhi became even stronger.

"You.... Is that true? Shimo couldn't believe that the girl he had been looking for for so many years was not of pure desert blood.

Shimo clenched his fists and frowned, "It's okay, it's better if it's not, you go back with me." ”

Shimo stretched out his hand to pull Song Zhi's hand, but was slapped down by Zhao Yichen.

"Tell you not to move, she won't go back with you." Zhao Yichen looked at Shimo with a condescending attitude, and Song Zhi saw the irascible monarch again in a trance.

"Brother Shima, I've become his woman." The closer the person is, the more he can know his weakness.

Shimo can not care about Song Zhi's bloodline, but it is impossible not to care about Song Zhi's loyalty.

In fact, Song Zhi couldn't understand such an idea

What does it mean to be loyal?

Could it be the puddle of blood left on the bed?

This can represent a woman's character, and even judge a woman's quality by it.

In those books that Song Zhi read, he only told her that there are many criteria used to judge a person, but this is definitely not the case.

And whether it is Zhao Yichen, Helan Zhuo, or even Shimo, they all attach great importance to the woman's first night.

"You don't need to make up these lies to deceive me in order not to marry me!" Shima was in tears, his eyes red.

In his heart, Song Zhi has always been synonymous with purity.

He did not allow anyone to defile Song Zhi, or perhaps to say, he did not allow anyone to challenge his possessiveness.

At this point, it is somewhat similar to Zhao Yichen.

Song Zhi saw that he didn't believe it, pulled Zhao Yichen's collar, stood on tiptoe and kissed Zhao Yichen's lips.

This is the first time she has kissed Zhao Yichen in such an ordinary way, and it is also the first time she has taken the initiative.

Zhao Yichen was a little sluggish, he only realized today that Song Zhi's lips were so soft, and there was a faint sweetness on them.

Shiruma looked at the scene in front of him and staggered back a few steps.

Pointing at the two of them, he stumbled in his words, "You, you actually..."

"Brother Shimo, let's treat each other as relatives in the future." Song Zhi let go of Zhao Yichen, but he still had a trace of unfinished business.

Song Zhi saw that the atmosphere was about the same, and it was time to run away quickly.

If you stay any longer, it's not good for this wading rampage to attract more desert elite soldiers.

After all, some desert elite soldiers have seen Zhao Yichen's appearance.

Song Zhi pulled Zhao Yichen and walked downstairs, just passing by Shimo's deputy.

The two quickly got on their horses, raised their whips neatly and walked off into the distance.

"Leader, it's Zhao Yichen, the dog emperor of Jinzhou, who just walked over!" With just one glance, the deputy recognized Zhao Yichen's appearance.

"What? Is it the dog emperor who killed Kashgar? Only then did Shimo react, no wonder when Jiang Cai looked at him, he always felt that the other party had an inexplicable strength.

"Chase!" Shimo came back to his senses, thinking that the two had not gone far.

Song Zhi rode his horse, like an arrow with a bow off his bow, and rushed forward quickly, and looked back from time to time to see if Shimo had caught up.

"Are you engaged to him?" After Zhao Yichen dismounted, he regained his dominant position, walked in front of Song Zhi, and slowly spoke.

Suspiciousness is a trait that every emperor has, and being in a high position, there are always people who challenge their authority, which also makes them distrust anyone around them, even themselves.

Song Zhi knew that Zhao Yichen was a suspicious person, not to mention that she had no contact with Shimo in the first place, she was nothing more than a playmate when she was a child.

She was not afraid of Zhao Yichen's domineering, and replied with a firm look: "I was kicked out when I was very young, how to decide?" ”

Zhao Yichen was stunned by Song Zhi's appearance, he taught Song Zhi to raise his head and be a man, but now he is about to lose control of Song Zhi.

He was a little panicked in his heart, and he could only use his previous way to hide his panic.

Zhao Yichen grabbed Song Zhi's neck: "Then why did he say that you had a marriage contract with him?" ”

This familiar feeling of suffocation hit Song Zhi again, and Song Zhi took a big breath of scarce air: "Do you still only use this way to hide your heart?" ”

"I'm asking you!" Zhao Yichen, who was guessed to be careful, let go of Song Zhi's neck slightly, but the anger between his words did not decrease a little.

"Yes or no, isn't Your Majesty clear?"

In a word, Zhao Yichen immediately recalled the first time with Song Zhi.

It was he who took possession of Song Zhi by force, and the pool of blood left on the bed was an important factor in his decision to accept Song Zhi as a noble concubine.

From Zhao Yichen's heart, it was the first time with Li Si, and he was named a noble concubine, which was also a debt to Li Si.

It's just that later, as he became more and more familiar with Song Zhi, and this little woman could always accurately guess her heart, and threatened to save herself, Zhao Yichen continued to fall into the charm of it, and loved it without knowing it.