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

Zuo Qiutan stood silently in front of Song Zhiyu. He thought about it carefully and realized that Song Tingjin's anxious look just now was not genuine, more like pretending.

He raised his eyes to look at Song Zhiyu and saw that she kept her head lowered, her emotions were not shown, and she did not have the same energy as before. Zuo Qiutan thought that Song Zhiyu was sad about this matter.

Growing up to this age, he had never coaxed women very much, but now he seemed a little confused in front of Song Zhiyu.

Zuo Qiutan pondered for a moment, then he took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, put it in the palm of his hand and stretched it out in front of Song Zhiyu, comforting him in a warm voice: "Song Tingjin is like this, so there is no need for you to worry about this matter."

The latter was thinking about it when her eyes suddenly caught sight of a handkerchief, which stunned her for a moment. Song Zhiyu blinked and raised her head to look at Zuo Qiutan, her eyes full of doubts.

"National Master, why is this?"

The tear stains that I thought were there did not exist on Song Zhiyu's palm-sized face. Zuo Qiutan was stunned, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

"You weren't sad about that?"

"which one?"

Song Zhiyu tilted her head slightly and asked in confusion, but after a while she realized what the incident Zuo Qiutan said was about.

She chuckled lightly and looked at Zuoqiu altar with crooked eyebrows. Song Zhiyu waved her hand, finding it funny.

"Why does the Imperial Master think that our palace will be sad for those two people? It seems that we think too highly of them."

Zuo Qiutan was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say in rebuttal.

But he soon felt relieved. Zuo Qiutan lowered his head and smiled, feeling that he was a little stupid for forgetting that Song Zhiyu would not be sad because of these things.

During this time, he realized that Song Zhiyu was very different from before.

Light snow fell on Song Zhiyu's shoulders, but she didn't pay attention. Instead, she frowned, thinking about what to do next.

"The Imperial Master will be leaving the palace later, right?"

Zuo Qiutan nodded but did not speak.

"Then can you take me out of the palace?" Song Zhiyu thought for a moment, and then said what she wanted to say.

She suddenly wanted to leave the palace and didn't want to stay in this depressing palace all the time. Now that Song Mingcai's virtue was taken away by Song Tingjin, he would definitely not cause trouble for her in a short time.

Zuo Qiutan didn't respond, so Song Zhiyu kept staring at him. Just when she thought there was no result, a soft voice came to her ear.

"Can."

Song Zhiyu quickly returned to Fanghua Palace, and Zuo Qiutan's promise made her slightly excited.

Although she had left the palace to build a mansion in her previous life, at that time, due to Jue Qingchen, she did not go out. Later, three attendants appeared.

At some point, her reputation has been completely ruined. When she goes out, others will always look at her strangely and point fingers at her. As time goes by, she no longer wants to leave the princess mansion!

Even if she went to another place later, she often went out because of survival, but it was still fundamentally different from this place!

After all, this is the Great Rong Dynasty, her home, and the Song family's world!

She wants to see it!

Returning to the bedroom, he took out the men's clothes that he had hidden for a long time.

There was a knock on the door. Song Zhiyu stopped what she was doing and asked coldly, "Who?!"

"Reporting to the princess, I want to give you some coal."

Song Zhiyu rolled her eyes, temporarily hid the men's clothes under the quilt, and then let the palace maid in.

The latter lowered his head, held the coal in his hand, and placed the coal in the place where the coal was usually placed. He took a look at Song Zhiyu and saw nothing strange before going out.

Song Zhiyu let out a soft breath, quickly took out the men's clothes and put them on, opened the door and looked around before leaving the Fanghua Palace.

The joy of leaving the palace made Song Zhiyu speed up her steps significantly, and within a few steps she saw Zuoqiutan, which had been waiting for her.

The two looked at each other but said nothing.

She followed Zuo Qiutan, slipped into the carriage that Zuo Qiutan took to enter the palace, and left without any hindrance.

Song Zhiyu placed her head on the edge of the window. She opened the curtains and looked at the world outside the carriage. Looking at the colorful world outside, Song Zhiyu couldn't help but feel a little relaxed.

Knowing that Song Zhiyu wanted to go out and relax, Zuo Qiutan specifically asked the coachman to stop the carriage on the busy street.

He walked down first, turned around and looked at the carriage, and saw green-white fingers opening the curtain and revealing his head. Zuo Qiutan smiled faintly and stretched out his hand.

Song Zhiyu looked at the hand in front of her and didn't think there was anything wrong. She put her hand on Zuo Qiutan's palm and slowly lowered it.

The two of them stood together, looking at the crowded street in front of them. Zuo Qiutan looked sideways at Song Zhiyu and asked softly, "Now that you have left the palace, what do you want to see?"

"My Lord..." As soon as the words came to her lips, Song Zhiyu noticed something was wrong and immediately changed her words: "My Lord, I would like to go to the tavern to have a drink."

The pub is crowded and lively, making it a good place to gather news!

Zuo Qiutan raised his eyebrows, but he was surprised that Song Zhiyu wanted to go to the tavern.

"Since the young master wants to go, I will definitely be satisfied."

After saying that, Zuo Qiutan immediately turned around and headed in one direction. Song Zhiyu stood there. After Zuo Qiutan walked several steps, she realized what she was doing and followed him.

She followed Zuo Qiutan to a tavern. Song Zhiyu raised her eyes to observe the appearance of the tavern and murmured: "This tavern looks good from the outside."

"It's natural. This is the best tavern in the capital." Zuo Qiutan nodded slightly, with a faint smile in his eyes.

He led Song Zhiyu in, and soon a waiter came forward to greet him.

Before the waiter could say anything, Zuo Qiutan said a few wine names first. He looked around, quickly located the corner, and took Song Zhiyu there to sit down.

Song Zhiyu held her face with one hand, looked around, and saw a man standing not far away. The man looked very strange, with large and small gadgets hanging on his body.

"Those are the people in the world who make a living by playing acrobatics."

Listening to Zuo Qiutan's explanation, Song Zhiyu nodded.

Perhaps Song Zhiyu's gaze was too intense, and the Jianghu people quickly felt it, and raised their heads and smiled in Song Zhiyu's direction.

"Guests, this is the wine you want." The waiter quickly placed the wine they needed on the table and filled their bowls for them.

Song Zhiyu was also very rude about this. She directly picked up a bowl of wine and drank directly. The bowl was a bit big. The wine slipped out of the corner of Song Zhiyu's mouth, and the transparent wine flowed down her neck.

Zuo Qiutan was sitting opposite Song Zhiyu. Naturally, he saw the scene very clearly this time. He pursed his lips and immediately lowered his eyes, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

"Oh, what a coincidence, I can see you here."

Seeing that there was a lot of excitement to watch, Song Zhiyu put down the wine bowl, wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeves, and paid attention to the situation on the side with her peripheral vision.

When the acrobat saw the person coming, his face instantly darkened. He gritted his teeth and walked up to the person and said angrily.

"Why, you won't let me go even here?"

As soon as these words came out, countless people watching the theater suddenly appeared around them. They stretched their necks to have a look at what was going on.

"What do you mean by refusing to let you go? Is this pub going to allow you to come and drink, but not me?"

This made Song Zhiyu curious. She took a bite of the snack, then turned around and watched the show with her arms folded.

The words of the man standing in front of the acrobat clearly made him anxious.