Empress: I didn't expect that all my son-in-laws would be reborn

Regarding Zuoqiutan, Song Mingcai was very confident that she had the ability to compare with Song Zhiyu.

"National Master, there are some things in this palace that I don't understand right now. Could you please give me some pointers?"

Zuo Qiutan lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Song Mingcai, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He felt dissatisfied with the distance between them, and silently took a few steps back.

He pursed his lips and said coldly: "If the princess doesn't understand, you should go and ask the emperor for advice. I think I don't have any skills that can help the princess solve her doubts."

These words made Song Mingcai feel a little unhappy, but he did not show any displeasure on the surface.

Song Zhiyu, who was not far away, took this scene into her eyes. She saw the two handsome men and women standing together, so matched. This reminded her of the scene at the flower viewing party when Zuo Qiutan defended Song Mingcai and accused her of going too far.

Although I know in my heart that Zuo Qiutan is doing it for his own good, if he thinks about it in a wrong way, it means something else.

Song Mingcai had made it clear that if he continued to entangle, he would not only fail to bring Zuoqiu Tan under control, but would also annoy Zuoqiu Tan, which would be more than worth the gain.

She bit her lower lip lightly, stopped entangled too much, nodded slightly to Zuoqiutan and left.

But when she left, her eyes were lingering and resentful, making people wonder what Zuo Qiutan had done to her to make her look like this!

Zuo Qiutan didn't intend to stay where he was, so Song Mingcai was able to stop him, which surprised him.

As a national master, he rarely goes out, but now Song Mingcai can actually know his whereabouts. It seems that it is time to clear up the people around him.

He turned around and was about to leave when he looked up and saw Song Zhiyu standing not far away, staring at him.

He was stunned for a moment, feeling a little panicked for some reason, but he quickly calmed down and nodded lightly to Song Zhiyu.

In such a comparison, Song Zhiyu acted as if nothing had happened between the two of them before. She strode forward and stood in front of the Zuoqiu altar, tilting her head with a sweet smile.

"National Master, I have something I want to discuss with you, why don't you go over there?"

Zuo Qiutan was slightly stunned. He did not refuse Song Zhiyu's invitation. He walked beside her and followed her to a house.

He watched Song Zhiyu walking in the center of the house, turned around and looked towards the left altar with a smile.

"National Preceptor, you were previously from this palace. Your Excellency has a large number of people. Can you please forgive me?"

She rarely bows her head, but she is willing to bow her head to Zuo Qiutan.

The two of them were going around, and at some point, they stood on the edge of the bed. Zuo Qiutan slightly turned his head and glanced behind him, seeing that it was actually a bed, and he couldn't help but frown.

He looked back and saw that Song Zhiyu was very close to him. This realization shocked Zuo Qiutan, and it was like a wildly rising fire in his chest that made him restless.

"Princess, you..."

Song Zhiyu followed Zuo Qiutan's line of sight and found that he was staring at the distance between the two of them. She suddenly remembered the red tint in his ears before.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyu had some bad thoughts in her heart. She put her hand on Zuo Qiutan's chest, raised the tail of her eyes slightly, and looked at Zuo Qiutan with a smile in her eyes.

Zuo Qiutan was startled for a moment, and his eyes were lost.

At this moment, he didn't feel indifferent towards Song Mingcai. He only treated Song Zhiyu with infinite softness.

Song Zhiyu's soft hand was no longer attached to Zuo Qiutan's chest. She retracted it slightly and tapped his chest with her index finger. The latter was frightened by this action and took a step back, but was knocked down by the steps and fell to the ground.

On the bed.

This fall knocked Zuo Qiutan awake. He immediately sat on the bed with his hands on his body. Just as he was about to stand up, a hand fell on his shoulder and pushed him down on the bed.

Song Zhiyu bent down slightly, their eyes looked at each other, and her red lips parted slightly.

"The Imperial Master, the Imperial Master is also aware of the connection between Song Mingcai and this palace, so it was not considered before."

Zuoqiutan knew that Song Zhiyu was mentioning the flower appreciation feast.

He looked at the bright face in front of him, which was only a fist distance away from him. A faint blush could not help but appear on his face, and he could not help but bend his fingers.

Song Zhiyu had never seen Zuo Qiutan, who was becoming shy, and found it particularly strange.

In the past, Zuo Qiutan gave her the feeling of being aloof, like a flower on a high mountain, but today he was so shy in front of her, which made her very playful.

She raised one leg and placed it on the bed, which brought the distance between the two closer, and the heat from each other sprayed on each other's face.

Zuo Qiutan subconsciously put his hand on Song Zhiyu's waist, fearing that she would suddenly fall down, and the soft flesh in his palm made him shake.

Just when Song Zhiyu wanted to continue testing, Zuo Qiutan suddenly pushed her aside, stood up and stood aside, not daring to look back at Song Zhiyu.

No, she is Ziweixing, the future emperor of the Great Rong Dynasty!

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, glanced at Song Zhiyu from the corner of his eye, and fled from the place with a slightly embarrassed back.

Song Zhiyu was half-sitting on the bed, looking up at the figure escaping in embarrassment at Zuoqiutan. She was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but raise her head and laugh.

Zuoqiutan is really interesting!

When she was in a good mood, she returned to Fanghua Palace and was a little puzzled when she saw the maid waiting beside her.

Su Zhihan explained: "Winter is getting colder, so it's time to make winter clothes."

Song Zhiyu nodded and was about to let Su Zhihan take Xiu Niang in, but Xiu Niang was a little embarrassed.

"His Majesty said that this year, the princesses in the palace who are about to be married will be measured together so that they can communicate with each other to avoid conflicts after they get married."

Not bothering to embarrass those people who obeyed orders, Song Zhiyu nodded as a sign of agreement and let Su Zhihan continue to stay in Fanghua Palace. She followed Xiu Niang and walked towards the Clothing Bureau.

When she came to the Clothing Department, she found that there was only Song Ying inside. After thinking about it for a while, Song Zhiyu understood why. However, she didn't plan to do anything. Maybe it was because Zuoqiutan made her feel so good just now!

"Princess, please take off your outer cloak."

The embroiderer stood in front of Song Zhiyu respectfully, holding a soft ruler in her hand, ready to measure Song Zhiyu's size.

Song Ying had already measured the size, so she naturally stood aside and stared at Song Zhiyu when she had nothing to do. She remembered that Song Zhiyu had beaten her up before, and she felt angry in her heart.

But it was difficult to vent this anger. If others knew that she went to Fanghua Palace with assassination intentions, she would be in terrible trouble.

"When I measured it, I looked like a mother-in-law."

Song Zhiyu glanced at Song Ying indifferently, but unexpectedly did not say anything back. The shy scene in Zuo Qiutan still appeared in her mind, and she was in a surprisingly good mood.

She took off her cloak lightly, and under the instructions of the embroiderer, she took off everything that needed to be taken off. In the end, only the middle coat was left, but the curves of her figure were more or less exposed.

"Pfft!" Song Ying lightly covered her mouth, with a trace of ridicule in her eyes.

"I thought you had a lot of money before. It turns out that your figure is just like this. You have been targeting Mingcai before. Could it be that you are jealous that Mingcai has a better figure than you?"

As soon as these words came out, several palace maids standing nearby couldn't help but lower their heads and chuckle.

Song Zhiyu did not respond. She saw that the embroiderer had measured her size, pursed her lips and put on her coat, then turned and looked at Song Ying coldly.

Thinking about Song Zhiyu's cruel attack last time, she only felt a dull pain in her body. She closed her mouth in an instant and stood there angrily.

But Song Zhiyu was not the one who just forgot about Song Ying's ridicule when Song Ying calmed down. She walked up to Song Ying with lotus steps and said in a deep voice.

"Don't you like to compare your figures? This temple allows you to compare."

After saying this, Song Ying was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, Song Zhiyu took off her clothes directly.

She stood there blankly, until the biting cold wind made her tremble with cold, then she reacted and immediately covered her body and screamed loudly.

Unfortunately, it was already too late. Many people had already seen her fair back with a black mole on it, and they could see it clearly.

Because when she was taking her measurements before, she asked all the palace maids to go out, leaving only the embroiderer. Seeing this, a strange look stayed on her back!

"Song Zhiyu!"

Song Ying said bitterly. She raised her head angrily, but Song Zhiyu's figure was no longer in front of her eyes.

She bit her lip tightly and glared at the palace people around her: "What are you looking at! Why don't you bring your clothes to me!"