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

The acrobat looked angrily and strode up to the man. Looking at the man's contemptuous look, he remembered that the man in the city said that what he learned was just opportunism. Although acrobatics was used to make a living, that was all he had.

!

How could someone be so insulted after more than ten years of hard training!

He grabbed the man's collar with force, as if there were flames flashing in his eyes, and said sternly.

"I see you're giving me a drink as a penalty if you don't eat the toast!"

But this action did not threaten the man at all. The latter looked at the acrobat with a relaxed expression, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved with a hint of ridicule.

"What I said earlier is the truth. Why, are you so angry?"

The acrobat was so angry that he couldn't breathe smoothly, but the man obviously still looked leisurely and contented. This was a sharp contrast in the eyes of outsiders.

The acrobat raised his fist towards the man, but his fist never came down.

The man raised his eyebrows at this, and his face seemed to be very red even without noticing that he was angry. He opened and closed his mouth and kept talking.

Anger gradually replaced reason, and the acrobat couldn't bear it anymore. He hit the man directly on the face.

But the latter was obviously not an economical person. The moment his fist came down, the man immediately broke free from his restraint and dodged the punch.

Then the man hit the acrobat with a cold face. His speed was so fast that it was impossible for anyone to dodge.

The situation reversed so quickly that no one could react at all. It seemed that at this moment, the acrobat was knocked down by the man.

Song Zhiyu took this scene in her eyes, and there was a hint of interest in her eyes. The man in front of her was quite good, but if she thought about fighting against Song Tingjin, she would not be able to do it on her own!

This man's body is strong and his attacks are clean and neat. If he can be in his hands, he will definitely be able to help him a lot in the future.

She slowly stood up and walked straight towards the man.

The acrobat lying on the ground wailed. He covered his face and watched the man in front of him wave his fist again, but no one around him chose to help him. There was a hint of despair in his eyes.

When the fist came, the acrobat closed his eyes subconsciously, but the expected pain did not come. He was stunned for a moment and opened his eyes carefully.

When the man saw that he was being prevented from beating someone, there was a trace of anger in his eyebrows. He looked displeased and saw that he was a weak man. He snorted coldly.

"What, you want to take a fist too?"

The tone was full of threats.

Song Zhiyu smiled lightly and gave the acrobat a look. Upon seeing this, the latter got up in embarrassment, packed up all his things and left the place as quickly as possible.

"It's too barbaric to use your fists all the time, why don't you try something else?"

Seeing this, the man became interested. He took back his hand and nodded to Song Zhiyu, "My name is Zhou Sheng. Tell me, what should I change?"

"Toss the pot."

The activity of throwing pot is often held in the tavern. Since Song Zhiyu proposed to play pot throwing, the waiter immediately prepared the things needed for throwing pot.

The two of them each held twenty arrows. Zhou Sheng looked at the frail man in front of him, snorted and said sarcastically.

"Look at how weak you are. Of these twenty arrows, you can't even hit ten of them. I'll give you five!"

"No need, please come first, brother."

Song Zhiyu smiled meaningfully.

Being laughed at by Song Zhiyu made him feel uncomfortable all over. Zhou Sheng frowned, how could this pretty boy feel so sinister!

"good!"

Watching Zhou Sheng throw out the twenty arrows, even though he only scored sixteen, it was still a very high result.

Zhou Sheng quickly made room for Song Zhiyu, while he raised his chin and stood aside with a look of contempt on his face, as if he was sure that Song Zhiyu could not score more than he did.

But as the number of arrows in Song Zhiyu's hand became less and less, Zhou Sheng's face became more and more ugly. Song Zhiyu had thrown in fourteen arrows, and she still had three in her hand.

He stared at the three arrows in Song Zhiyu's hand, praying in his heart that none of them would be missed.

The result was very disappointing to Zhou Sheng. All three arrows were thrown into the pot.

Song Zhiyu clapped her hands, turned around and gave Zhou Sheng a meaningful look.

The latter understood the meaning instantly. Zhou Sheng's face turned slightly red. Although he was a little at a loss, he was more unbelievable that a weak person could actually defeat him.

"A competition!"

Zhou Sheng thought that Song Zhiyu would agree to compete with him after he proposed it, but he saw Song Zhiyu shaking her head at him.

He clenched his fists hard and strode up to Song Zhiyu to block her way, his eyes full of desire for victory.

"No, I have other things to do, so I have a chance to compete."

After saying that, Song Zhiyu took Zuo Qiutan and left the place quickly. She glanced at Zhou Sheng from the corner of her eye and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Don't worry, you can see him again."

Zuo Qiutan said in a deep voice, he could see that Song Zhiyu had taken a liking to Zhou Sheng.

"I will definitely see you again. This kind of thing must be done slowly."

The two of them were walking in the snow. There were fewer people around them, and the space they walked was quite spacious. The coldness that hit their faces made the heat on Song Zhiyu's face cool down a lot.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Song Zhiyu subconsciously breathed a few breaths into her hands, but out of the corner of her eye she saw a dark shadow not far away.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and tilted her head subconsciously, but her eyes were still on the black shadow: "Look, what is that."

Zuo Qiutan looked in the direction that Song Zhiyu pointed. He took a closer look and quickly recognized the black shadow. He opened his mouth and was about to say something to Song Zhiyu, but the latter was already heading in the direction of the black shadow.

walk over.

Before she walked a few steps, Song Zhiyu recognized that the person lying on the ground was Jue Qingchen. When she was killed by Deshun in her previous life, Deshun told herself that Jue Qingchen did not see it to outsiders.

She couldn't help but guess how much Jue Qingchen contributed to her death in her previous life!

Thinking of this, there was a fierce light in her eyes. Song Zhiyu took out the dagger from her waist and prepared to kill Jue Qingchen while he was in a coma.

But as soon as she took a step, Song Zhiyu's wrist was grabbed. She looked back and saw that her hand was struggling: "Let go!"

"Princess, you can't kill this man." Zuo Qiutan shouted in a low voice.

Jue Qingchen's identity is too special. If Jue Qingchen dies at the hands of Song Zhiyu, it will not be a good thing for Da Rong, which has just experienced the replacement of old and new emperors!

On this matter, Song Zhiyu refused to give in at all, and the two of them were arguing, which attracted a lot of people's attention.

Song Zhiyu noticed the situation around her and glared hard at Zuo Qiutan. She knew that he would not attack her, so she had no choice but to obey Zuo Qiutan.

Seeing that Song Zhiyu no longer resisted, Zuo Qiutan let go of Song Zhiyu's hand and was a little surprised, "Don't you ask me why I don't let you kill him?"

"I will naturally say what I need to say."

Unexpectedly, this was the answer. Zuo Qiutan was stunned and chuckled.

"It's getting late. Let's leave this person alone for the time being and leave him here to fend for himself."

Hearing this, the depression in Song Zhiyu's heart dissipated a lot. She snorted coldly, said nothing more, and followed Zuo Qiutan onto the carriage.

At this time, the two of them would not have thought that Song Mingcai would come in a hurry after they left!

Seeing the man who was about to merge with Bai Xue, Song Mingcai knew that she had caught up. It was not in vain for her to take the risk to deceive Song Tingjin and leave the palace to find him!

Looking at the man, Song Mingcai's lips curved into a smile that was sure to win. This man must be hers!

So what if he was Song Zhiyu's first husband in his previous life? She knew very well that Jue Qingchen's weakness was that he had no resistance at all to people with simple and kind minds!

In her previous life, she was able to make Jue Qingchen fall deeply in love with her without knowing it. In this life, she knows what kind of person Jue Qingchen likes. Making Jue Qingchen fall in love with her and be used by her is not something she can easily do!

And being simple and kind? Isn’t that what she is good at?

Gritting her teeth, she lifted Jue Qingchen up from the ground. She had already noticed someone coming next to her. If she didn't leave, she would be in trouble!

The next morning.

Su Zhihan quickly brought a message to Song Zhiyu. Looking at the exquisite pastries, Song Zhiyu couldn't help but twist the pastries with her fingertips.

Although she had known that something like this would happen for a long time, she was still a little surprised when she really knew the news: "The emperor has adopted a adopted sister?"

Su Zhihan nodded slightly. Under the influence of the medicine, her face became rosier and she looked more charming: "She has been canonized as a princess and is preparing to marry the Turks."