After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Chu Jie rushed to the Song Mansion early in the morning. Before Song Zhao opened his eyes, his father ran into the room, lifted the quilt, and shook him desperately:

"How do you sleep at your age?"

Song Zhao, who was shaken awake and was in a bad mood, said: "?"

What, you can’t sleep at your age?

Do you want to see what time it is before you talk?

It's still dark outside, Dad, are you serious?

"Get up quickly, the Marquis has sent someone to pick you up!"

Song Zhao paused for a moment, still remembering the Marquis' order that he was not allowed to visit him for a year.

Mr. Song was so anxious that he was sweating. "Why are you in a daze? If the Marquis neglects you, I will suffer the consequences!"

The Song family has always relied on Marquis Dingyuan, so they can only try to please him on weekdays. Otherwise, if the marquis gets tired one day and abandons the Song family casually, the status of the Song family will plummet, and all the enemies in the past will come to beat them up?

At least Old Song and Little Song had made enemies with many people in the past.

Song Zhao's sleepiness faded away at once. He didn't know what he was thinking about. His eyes were like stagnant water that parted to reveal the treasured jewels underneath, and the light gradually filled his pupils.

With the movement of her ten fingers, she had fastened her complicated robe. After washing up, she quickly walked to the mirror and fixed her hair.

Song Zhao paused, then bent down to pick up the incense from the table and shook it between his wide sleeves. The ebony and sandalwood scent flowed as he walked, which was very elegant.

Finally, she put her fingertips on her eyebrows and asked Lao Song hesitantly, "Do you want to trim your eyebrows again?"

Old Song seemed to have seen a ghost: "...Ah?"

After an unremitting ideological struggle, Song Zhao stared at his pale lips in the mirror and asked hesitantly, "Should I put on some lip balm to moisturize it?"

Mr. Song: “???”

Is this my son?

I never saw you doing so many things when I went to the Marquis' Mansion before?

It's not like a girl is going to meet her lover, you must have encountered a ghost!

Chu Jie leaned against the door frame with his sword in his arms, urging, “Hurry up.”

Song Zhao drew on his eyebrows and put on lip balm to get rid of his gloomy aura. When he looked in the mirror, he was a handsome young man with red lips, white teeth and a powdered face, very eye-catching.

When he walked out of the house, Chu Jie, who glanced at him casually, was also stunned.

"you……"

Being a man is too delicate.

Zhu Jie was Marquis Dingyuan's confidant, so Song Zhao was naturally polite to him.

"What does Master Chu want to say?"

Chu Jie shook his head dumbly. He touched his face and looked at his rough, calloused palms. For a moment he wondered if the reason he had no popularity with women was because he didn't know how to dress himself.

Song Zhao sat upright in the carriage and opened the curtain with one hand: "My Lord, is there something urgent that you are looking for me this morning?"

Chu Jie sat majestically on the horse's back, pulling the reins with the carefree feeling of a man of the world.

"It's not that the Marquis is looking for you, it's someone else who wants to see you."

After a moment, Song Zhao lowered his eyelashes.

Chu Jie continued, "But you may not want to see that person."

The boy propped up his head with his arms, looking at the morning view outside the car window, with a different emotion: "How do you know that I may not want to see it?"

Chu Jie paused and looked at him with a little surprise.

He didn't know when Song Zhao became so magnanimous.

The carriage stopped and Chu Jie led him to the elegant pavilion next to the rockery.

"Hold on."

After saying that, Chu Jie stepped back. It was chilly in the early morning, and Song Zhao gathered his cloak around his shoulders. The cold wind gave goose bumps to his skin, but it couldn't extinguish the uncontrollable heat burning in his heart.

The sound of a woman's light footsteps was heard behind him. Song Zhao didn't know how to change his expression for a moment. His facial features were dancing all over the place. He wanted to smile, but he was not very good at it. In the end, he could only show his most familiar and most commonly used gloomy expression.

He turned his head, and at the same time the other party called him softly: "Song Zhao."

Not her.

At that moment, Song Zhao's anger was extinguished by the overwhelming rain.

disappointment.

This was the first emotion he felt.

Xie Wanning couldn't help but tremble when she saw his face showing a terrifying expression as if he wanted to eat someone.

"I...I came to tell you I'm sorry."

All the tortures he had suffered in the secret room came flooding back at him. Song Zhao felt a headache and nausea, and the blood in his body froze. His teeth were chattering from the cold.

"Why is the princess here?"

His voice was as cold as the snow in December. Not only was it cold, but it was also filled with a sinister poison. If he could, he would choose to turn hostile and leave on the spot.

Xie Wanning clutched her clothes tightly around her chest, her face pale, "I didn't know that my brother would torture you because of what I said..."

Once, on the way to a temple to pray with her father, the emperor and her mother, the queen, the little princess, who was bored and lifted the curtain in the carriage, saw a young man riding a horse in parade with high spirits.

A warm scarlet robe is draped over his flexible and upright body. The boy has his hair tied up in a high ponytail, a kingfisher headband under his fringe, lips as red as vermilion, long eyebrows with flying eyes, and a sword at his waist as he gallops on his horse.

At that time, I was young, wearing thin spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, with red sleeves and red sleeves all over the building.

The little princess, who had lived in the deep palace for a long time, had never seen such stunning colors, and her heart was pounding.

She sent someone to inquire about the situation, and later mustered up the courage to confess her feelings. After being rejected, she cried all night. She did not expect that Xie Jinyan would kidnap her and humiliate her.

Song Zhao is a famous talent in this area.

He is well-versed in classics and has profound martial arts skills.

He drank with his playmates under the moon and laughed heartily: When I join the army in the future, I will fight bravely on the battlefield and kill the enemies!

My playmates raised their glasses and said: You must bring back a great general so that we can all benefit from it!

Song Zhao disappeared.

It reappeared soon after.

His tendons and veins were broken, and the heavy blow made him unable to face reality.

The stress trauma left him with weakness in his limbs and hysterical paralysis, unable to even stand on his legs.

From then on, the young man who was admired by everyone never returned, and the Song family was left with only an evil ghost who vented his hatred on the servants.

Now that things have turned out like this, doesn't Song Zhao hate Xie Wanning?

Even if Xie Wanning didn't know, could he not hate her?

Without a fuse, conflict cannot break out.

Without Xie Wanning's sudden confession, Song Zhao would not have ended up like this.

The little princess cried and apologized. Only by filling the guilt in her heart could she pursue the life she wanted without any scruples in the future.

Song Zhao's lips were pursed straight, and even the lip balm she used when she came here could hardly hide the paleness of her lips.

How should he deal with this huge stone in his heart that has been weighing down on him for a long time?

Pu Ran must have been holding his ear and chanting scriptures there.

She had read many of them in his ear while whipping him.

As his mind was floating, Song Zhao also remembered a few sentences.

【To let go of others is kindness, to let go of yourself is compassion. 】

I remember that Pu Ran pronounced the second half of the sentence with a heavier tone.

Hatred grew like weeds in Song Zhao's heart, hurting others and himself, but Pu Ran told him early in the morning to let her go.

As he remembered this, Song Zhao inexplicably felt that the whip marks that had already healed began to become hot and painful again.

Annoying.

Why is she everywhere?

He cursed a few words inwardly, then let out a breath of the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and walked away with a somewhat relaxed look on his face.

Xie Wanning was stunned and called out hurriedly: "Song Zhao!"

Song Zhao said nothing, just waved his hand.

He let himself go, and from then on he and Xie Wanning were strangers and never met again.

As Pu Ran said: Go get whoever did this to you.

For example, Arrogance once said: Kill the prince.

He cannot be killed, but he can also start to climb up from now on, stand in the arrogant camp, and secretly make trouble for the prince.

No one cares about a little bug like him, but a thousand-mile dam can be breached by an ant hole.

In short, he feels very relaxed now.