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

Song Zhao still remembered that the concubines that Duan Ziqi later took into the mansion were all girls under the age of twelve.

In addition, he also built a dark room in his own yard, specially imprisoning young...girls who were kidnapped from ordinary people's homes, and ruining those poor girls one by one. Cruel means to kill him.

He thought that the clothes were perfect, but God has eyes, and let the young girl he kidnapped escaped once, and his ugly face was revealed.

The common people were outraged, and they jointly wrote a letter which alarmed Emperor Yuanchun, the emperor.

Emperor Yuan Chun disqualified him from making contributions and beat him into a cripple.

Song Zhao's eyes were cold, and he found a random reason to pull Song Yao away from Mrs. Duan.

On the surface, Mrs. Duan didn't care, but in her heart she was secretly annoyed that Song Zhao had no rules.

She then pulled Duan Ziqi to the back, "Ziqi, didn't I ask you to please Yaoyao? What are you doing staring at that idiot of the Song family?"

Duan Ziqi was aroused by Song Zhao's immaturity, "Mother, they are marrying the daughter of the Song family anyway, can I choose Miss Song Er?"

"Are you crazy? Second Miss Song hasn't reached Ji yet!" Mrs. Duan stared at her eldest son and said in a low voice, "Don't be confused, mother knows what you like, but Song Zhao is the golden bump of the Song family. , we can't afford to offend the Song family now, if you attack Song Zhao, our whole family can't bear to walk around."

Duan Ziqi touched his nose resentfully, a look of pity flashed in his eyes.

Mrs. Duan analyzed the pros and cons for him, "Ziqi, you have to understand that your things can't be seen in the light. Once found out, our family's reputation will be ruined. Song Zhao will grow up sooner or later. If she has such a temper, she will marry her." There will be troubles at home, but Song Yao is easy to deal with."

Duan Ziqi was awakened instantly.

What mother said was right, Song Yao was well-educated, gentle and caring, married back would not only support his appearance, but also cover up for him, so that he could play with...young...daughter to his heart's content in the future.

Seeing that the eldest son had lost his mind, Mrs. Duan smiled lovingly, "Don't worry, the Song family has made great achievements and is under the watchful eyes of Emperor Yuan Chun, so they can't make a single mistake.

Otherwise, why would the Song family marry Song Yao lowly without letting those high-ranking children go? It was not to alleviate Emperor Yuan Chun's suspicion.

Mother thought, the Song family may also want to take advantage of our family, but mother has already prepared a backhand, if you perform well these two days, you must coax Song Yao into submission. "

Duan Ziqi nodded.

Mrs. Duan smiled lightly, without concealing the treacherous plot in her eyes, and said, "When the wedding date is fixed on the third day, the Song family will have to restrict us everywhere. Our good days are in the future! If you still like Song Zhao, it’s okay for mother to find a chance to help you get that Song Zhao for you to play with.”

Duan Ziqi's eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but sneak a look at Song Zhao again.

Just when Song Zhao turned his head and glanced, the girl had a harmless and soft face, but her eyes were extremely dark and cold.

Duan Ziqi couldn't help but shudder, feeling as if he was being suffocated after being watched by Lord Yama.

He rubbed his eyes hastily, and when he looked again, he couldn't see anything, as if it was all his imagination just now,

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On the first day of the banquet, everyone was talking to each other in the hall.

Song Bao took Song Yao to appear in front of everyone. Song Zhao felt bored and sneaked to the Xitiantai in the backyard.

It is on the mountainside, surrounded by cliffs on all sides.

Under the luxuriant pine and cypress trees in the distance, Si Yu, dressed in an ivory white collared robe, was sitting at the stone table, playing chess against himself.

Song Zhao stared blankly at this scene.

The sun was shining brightly, piercing through the branches and sprinkled on the boy.

He held black chess in his hand, with slender and fair fingertips, and the whole scene was like a landscape painting with rich ink and color.