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

Not far away, a figure flashed out of the woods quickly. The figure was extremely thin and slender. When Song Zhao saw the other person's appearance clearly, Song Zhao's body froze, and his back suddenly felt cold.

That's... Si Yu [yù]!

The afternoon sun was quite strong, and the sifted branches shone down, shining on the young boy in black and black, but he couldn't feel any warmth.

He walked loosely in the mottled light and shadow, and the innate fierce coercion in his flesh and blood made him exude a sense of nobility that could not be described in any words, making him unattainable.

He was born handsome, with fair skin, red lips and black hair, and excellent bones.

Those facial features that are so beautiful that they are so embarrassing are enough to make everything pale.

Unfortunately, this man is a devil.

Duan Yunsui's puzzled voice came, "Sister Zhaozhao, why are you staring at Si Yu? You don't recognize him?"

Song Zhao turned his head and quickly covered up the complexity in his eyes.

Si Yu had a rough life experience and was the only fourth prince who survived from the previous dynasty.

In the previous dynasty, the first emperor's heirs were not prosperous, and Si Yu was the only prince under his knees. It was a pity that Si Yu was born too late and had no chance of inheriting the throne.

Today's son is the adoptive clan son of the late emperor.

When the first emperor died, Si Yu was not yet four years old, so he was not qualified to be a king.

It stands to reason that he should be buried with his concubine, because it was the last emperor's will to keep him alive.

But because of this, he became a very embarrassing existence in the royal family. The prince is not the prince, and the prince is not the prince.

Today, the emperor doesn't care about him at all, and let him fend for himself in the palace.

In order to survive, Si Yu walked on thin ice, not daring to take the lead in everything, and became a down-and-out royal companion.

Now that he is sixteen and a half years old, everyone thinks that Dao Siyu is a worthless idiot, fragile and harmless, with no self-motivation.

But only Song Zhao knew that all this was because of his forbearance.

If you don't explode in silence, you will pervert in silence.

This sentence was tailor-made for Si Yu.

Not a year after the Song family was defeated, he rebelled. The down-and-out boy who was bullied by everyone in the past has become the **** of hell that everyone fears.

It would be fine if it was just a simple rebellion, but he is a maverick.

Probably because he was abused too much in his childhood and his mind was twisted. He hated this world to the core.

After the successful rebellion, they turned on the killing mode and killed all the people in the Dasheng Dynasty, causing the lives to be overwhelmed and corpses everywhere, and the Dasheng Dynasty perished.

While thinking, Si Yu had already strode over, holding a basket full of persimmons in his hand, and put it on the small stone table next to him with a blank expression.

"That's enough, let's pick some more." Duan Yunsui waved his folding fan carelessly, and yelled dissatisfiedly at Si Yu, ordering him with confidence.

Duan Yunsui was a guest at Shoufu's house yesterday, and seeing Si Yu there, he asked to come over and be his companion for two days.

He just wants Song Zhao to see that he, Duan Yunsui, can command the prince of the former dynasty, how majestic he is.

Little did he know that this scene fell into Song Zhao's eyes, and he felt that Duan Yunsui was frantically probing on the verge of death.

Si Yu is a black-hearted person who always cares about pennies and pennies. When he came to power, he wiped out everyone who bullied him.

Song Zhao thought, Si Yu must have prepared a kill list in private, and all those who wronged him will have to die.

Sure enough, just after Duan Yunsui finished speaking, Si Yu raised his head with a smirk, cold and impatience appeared in his cold eyes, staring at him gloomy and indifferent.

Amorous and rippling peach blossom eyes were born on his face, showing endless desolation.

It was as if thousands of years of snow had piled up on the corners of his eyes and brows, and it was cold to the bone.

The big man's demeanor is extremely difficult to mess with.

Duan Yunsui took two steps back in inexplicable fear, and soon thought how could he be frightened by a waste worse than himself? He was about to scold and save face.

Song Zhao stopped his deadly behavior in time, and said crisply, "Duan Yunsui, I think persimmons are more delicious when made into persimmons. Go to the kitchen and ask someone to dry these persimmons!"

Duan Yunsui immediately responded when he heard the words, and walked away with a persimmon in his hands.

There are no servants around, only Song Zhaosiyu is left at this moment.

Si Yu stood sideways, with half of his face hidden in the shadows.

He looked at Song Zhao thoughtfully, his pupils were thick black, like a dormant beast inside, which would show its ferocious fangs at any time.

Song Zhao was horrified by his stare.

Duan Yunsui: I'm just a tool man. [tears]