The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

   Chapter 9 An Assassination 2

  The bright afternoon light enveloped the two in the same halo.

   He lowered his eyes against the light, and his sullen eyebrows were half distinct and half dark, cutting out an astonishing beauty.

   The teenager raised his jaw slightly, and the corners of his lips were playful, so that he could enjoy the little girl's slightly discolored face in a moment.

   No one in this world has ever given him kindness.

   He didn't believe that Song Zhao had no plans, he had to force her to reveal her true purpose, so he deliberately let her feed him.

  The second girl of Song is so arrogant and despised the most humble person like him, she will definitely become angry with embarrassment.

  Song Zhao stood still.

   The indescribable ubiquitous oppression on the other party's body seemed to be shrouded in a dark shadow, forcing her to breathe.

  Who dares to feed the murderous devil to eat persimmons?

   But will he take revenge for not feeding?

  Song Zhao felt that she did not want to appear on Si Yu's death list.

   In her previous life, she was reckless and ignorant, offended too many powerful people, and ended up dying tragically.

  Song Zhao licked his lips lightly, stood on tiptoe, and calmly handed the persimmon to his lips.

  Siyu raised his brows slightly, the two were getting closer now, and he could clearly perceive her change.

   Although the little girl tried her best to show a calm expression, he still caught the dodge from the depths of her eyes.

   She was afraid of him.

   This is Siyu's clearest perception.

   But why? He didn't show his bottom in front of anyone...

   In his thoughts, he opened his mouth expressionlessly and bit the persimmon that was handed over.

  The sharp teeth bit through the pulp, chewing slowly, the red juice slipped down the corner of the lips, all the way into the Adam's apple under the snow-white robe...

   is extremely charming.

  Song Zhao looked away and asked awkwardly, "Sweet, sweet?"

   Her wrist was pinched by him, and the soft gauze sleeve fell down, revealing a thin white arm.

  The girl had a sweet smell on her body, and a breeze came slowly, passing from the tip of her nose.

   Very sweet.

   He doesn't like sweetness, but the smell on her is acceptable.

  Siyu's throat rolled, and his expression became colder, "It's unpalatable."

  Song Zhao, "…"

  Then why don't you spit it out!

   She lowered her eyebrows slightly, trying her best to hold back her dissatisfaction.

   From Si Yu's point of view, he could see that the little girl had long and dense eyelashes, and a pair of cat-like eyes, with a powerful aura.

   The appearance of wanting to be angry but not afraid to be angry is extremely obedient and well-behaved.

  Siyu looked at her for a moment, and a bad factor inexplicably grew in his heart.

   He suddenly stretched out his other hand and tore off the fringed pendant from her bun.

  Song Zhao wore a double flat bun, and when he pulled it so skillfully, his hair instantly loosened.

  Song Zhao's eyes suddenly widened, looking at Si Yu in disbelief.

  Siyu looked at her calmly.

  The girl's crow-feather-like hair poured down from her shoulders, making her complexion even whiter and more delicate.

  Song Zhao hurriedly held his hair in his hands, and his tone was finally no longer calm, "Siyu, you have overstepped!"

   The woman distributes it for the future husband to see.

   How could he be so bad, moving her hair in a bun outside!

  From the beginning to now, Song Zhao has been talking to him with a calm face, and now he finally shows his true face?

   "Then how are you going to deal with me?" Si Yu hooked his lips, and his low and cold voice entered his eardrum like a hook, causing a numb shudder.

  Song Zhao: This person is indeed a pervert.

   She puffed out her cheeks, and angrily threw the bitten persimmon back into his hand, turned her head and ran away.

   Offend her if she offends her, now she has to find a corner to get her hair done.

  *

  Siyu stood still, holding a persimmon with a missing bite in one hand and Song Zhao's hairpin in the other, his expression indifferent.

   She just left, could it be that he misunderstood?

   While thinking so, the guards of the Duan Mansion patrolled here, and at a glance they saw the persimmon and hairpin in Si Yu's hand.

   "Okay! How dare you steal persimmons here! Don't you die?"

   The head guard shouted loudly, and surrounded Si Yu with his men.

  The hairpin in Siyu's hand was a fine jewelry, and it was golden light, blinding the faces of the guards.

   The head guard straightened his eyes, without concealing the greed in his eyes, and yelled at Si Yu, "Hurry up and hand over the hairpin in your hand, and I won't report you for stealing persimmons!"

  Siyu understood instantly.

   It turned out that this was Song Zhao's conspiracy.

   Deliberately feed him persimmons, and after watching him lower his defenses, invite these servants to trick him?

  The boy drooped his eyes, his eyelashes cast a greenish-grey shadow on his pale skin.

   He has always been very clear that by his identity, he is only the object of play by the children of the aristocratic family.

   Those endless frame-ups, bullying and ridicules he was used to, and his heart was like still water.

   But thinking that Song Zhao also had the intention of trampling on him, there was a trace of indescribable anger in his heart.

  Siyu's wrist bones were tensed and the knuckles bulged, and he crushed the persimmon in his hand.

   This action fell in the eyes of the lead guard, and he felt that Si Yu was deliberately resisting, and immediately scolded, "It seems that you are toasting and not eating and drinking, so give it to me and beat him to beg for mercy!"

Although   Siyu was the prince of the former dynasty, that was just a false name. The former dynasty is gone, and he is just a waste without any background.

  *

   As soon as Song Zhao got his hair done, he heard the sound of persimmon forest fighting.

  Siyu stood upright like a pine and cypress, and let the guards punch and kick him without any response.

  Song Zhao hurriedly walked over there, followed a grassy field, and hid there while holding his chin.

Because of the angle, she could only see Si Yuyin enduring the beating, but she couldn't see his hands tightly protecting her hairpin.

   Watching this scene, Song Zhao suddenly thought of a long-forgotten memory.

   She saved Si Yu's life in her previous life.

   At that time, Si Yu had made his first appearance in the court and the opposition, and he became a thorn in the eyes of many aristocratic families, and many people secretly engaged him.

   Once, Siyu was chased by the enemy and fled to her yard.

   At that time he was covered in blood and was about to die.

  Song Zhao looked at him pitifully, and a ghost sent him to rescue him.

  If she knew at that time that Si Yu would be a wreck of the world, she would have left him to fend for himself.

   Since ancient times, good and evil have been incompatible.

  If he was destined to destroy the Great Sheng Dynasty, then why did she leave herself a trouble?

   Don't say anything to win over, just through a test just now, she has determined that Si Yu has completely blackened, and it is not so easy to win over.

   Song Zhao still has a lot of things to do next. She waited for a hundred years to be reborn, and she must not die in the hands of perverts.

  Song Zhao took out the dagger, and the cold light of the blade flashed through her pupils.

   Take advantage of people's illness and kill them.

  Siyu hasn't officially grown up yet, so it's easy to kill.

   Sister Zhaozhao: I will kill!

   Siyu: She loves me, she definitely loves me!

   (end of this chapter)