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

"you!"

Song Mingcai felt less angry when she saw that Zuo Qiutan was in the position. She still doesn't know what Zuo Qiutan's feelings for her are. It was the same in her previous life, and it's even more the same in this life.

She wanted to find out Zuo Qiutan's feelings for her and take Zuo Qiutan under her control.

Song Zhiyu smiled out of the corner of her eye and glanced back at Song Mingcai. She chuckled for a moment and felt much more comfortable. She sat down beside the carriage and rested her head against the wall of the carriage with her eyes closed, but there was a trace of vigilance in her heart. When she got in the carriage, she

I smell a powdery fragrance in the car!

A man in the Zuoqiu altar would definitely not be able to put on makeup and powder. It must have been a woman who had left it here.

While she was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a warm breath spraying her ears. Song Zhiyu opened her eyes with some itchiness and asked helplessly: "What's wrong?"

"How to remove the witchcraft from before?"

Song Zhiyu blinked, and he discovered it!

But Song Zhiyu refused from the bottom of her heart to remove the witchcraft. After all, she could not place a bet on a man. She was not sure whether Zuoqiutan would continue to help her after the witchcraft was removed.

She raised her eyes and stared straight at Zuo Qiutan. The latter lowered his head, and their eyes met, and they looked into Zuo Qiutan's deep black eyes. A glimmer of light flashed in Song Zhiyu's eyes.

"National Master, if you help me pat my back, I might be able to tell you how to relieve it."

Zuo Qiutan frowned slightly. Although he was a little resistant in his heart, he endured it when he thought of being able to dispel the witchcraft.

He deliberately adjusted his position, controlled his strength along the way, gently lowered Song Zhiyu's back, and also observed Song Zhiyu's expression.

He beat him for a while and then stopped.

Without the support of Zuo Qiutan's arms, Song Zhiyu was unprepared and leaned back directly, falling into a warm embrace.

"Di Ji should be more careful."

Song Zhiyu stood up from Zuo Qiutan's arms with some embarrassment. Previously, she wanted to continue joking about Zuo Qiutan, but now seeing this, Song Zhiyu felt that she had gone too far.

"National Master, I just remembered it wrongly. There is no antidote for this poison at all."

As soon as these words came out, Zuo Qiutan opened his eyes slightly in surprise. He did not expect that there was no way to break this witchcraft.

And when he thought that just now Song Zhiyu had beaten her back for a long time under the guise of dispelling the witchcraft, Zuo Qiutan was in a very bad mood.

He glanced at Song Zhiyu coldly and said coldly: "The Emperor is eloquent. It is better for the Emperor to sit alone in this carriage. I will leave first."

Song Zhiyu was dumbfounded, and she quickly called out, "How will the Imperial Master get off the carriage now?"

"On horseback, of course."

Hearing this, Song Zhiyu knew that she had gone too far. She followed Zuo Qiutan and when she saw Zuo Qiutan was about to get out of the car, she quickly reached out and took Zuo Qiutan's hand.

But she didn't expect that as soon as she pulled up Zuo Qiutan's clothes, she stepped on the air and fell down.

"ah!"

Zuo Qiutan felt a mass of soft flesh pressing down on his back. He subconsciously turned around to check the situation, only to find that his whole body was pressed down heavily.

He fell to the ground and tried to get up, but was pushed back to the ground by Song Zhiyu. Zuo Qiutan gritted his teeth, raised his head and wanted to say something to Song Zhiyu, but he felt his lips were pressed against something soft.

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The two of them opened their eyes wide and looked at all this in disbelief. Song Zhiyu blinked hard and didn't react at all.