: Isn’t it a pity for you?

Song Zhiyu and Bao Chat found out that they had left the door of Chunxiang Tower. Seeing Liu Wu leaving, Bao Chat asked, "What did the third prince ask you for?"

"It was said that he asked me to watch the ceremony when he was married."

Bao asked and hit him with his elbow: "Yes, it's only been a long time since he got married, and he has been the one who has been attracted by others."

Song Zhiyu looked back at Chunxianglou and lowered his voice: "Do you think it's a win over?"

"Or why you will be handsome?"

"Get out!" Song Zhiyu kicked him.

Baoda Ting said in a low voice: "You should be careful and don't respond casually. Your identity is, well, and you are still a little sensitive. If you think you are standing in a team or forming a clique for personal gain, it is not your own business, but the entire Dingbei Palace and the Song Prime Minister's Mansion."

He pointed to the sky.

Otherwise, no matter how dandy a noble child, he has some political vision, except for the stupid fool who is really stupid.

Look at what I understand, and I can see the benefits of Song Zhiyu's identity at once.

Song Zhiyu: "You think I'm stupid. I knew they had beaten Xiaojiu after my boss took office."

"It's fine if you understand, then I'll leave." Baoda asked and patted his shoulder. He was not afraid that his friends would be trapped. He had a prime minister who was known as the thousand-year-old fox.

Song Zhiyu stood there and watched his friend leave. Sixi stepped forward and asked, "Master, can we go back to the palace too?"

"I won't go back, go back to the prime minister's mansion!"

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Song Zhiyuan was about to return to the main courtyard when he heard that his younger brother had come, so he sat down again. Looking at the youngest brother who was walking in and taking off his cloak, smelling the faint smell of alcohol, he frowned a few times.

"Here you go and have a drink?"

Song Zhiyu shrank and said with a smile: "I'll ask you how many cups they have had."

"Drink from Hualou?" Song Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes. The boy approached and there was still a smell of powder.

Song Zhiyu stopped, raised his sleeves and sniffed it, but nothing came out, and said, "Brother, you have a dog's nose, so sensitive."

Song Zhiyuan took a brush and smashed it over: "The princess is working as a toll outside, and you are drinking wine outside, but you dare to come to me? Want to die?"

"Brother, my dear brother, I even drank some wine. The girl was called by the fat man Liu Wu, so I would accompany him. Oh, I am a married man. I know that I would not be able to carry her on my back, and I would not be afraid that she would beat me to death!" At most, I would do it in front of her.

Song Zhiyuan sneered: "It's good that you know."

Song Zhiyu dragged the stool and sat down, saying, "Brother, I'm attracted to you today."

Song Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's the third prince." Song Zhiyu said Chu Hongzheng's invitation.

"What do you think?"

"Then I definitely can't agree. I mean, I'll go wherever the princess goes." Song Zhiyu said: "I always remember what my elder brother said, listen to my wife."

He laid his hands on the table, with an expression of praise for you.

Song Zhiyuan said lightly: "Yes, it's good that you have this understanding."

Tsk, that's it? It's boring!

"The princes are married, and such things will happen in the future. You must know it yourself. Don't take a stand. We won't participate in the competition for the crown prince." Song Zhiyuan looked at him and said, "Especially you are the son-in-law of the Dingbei Prince's Mansion. Although you have a reputation, you can't help but love you. So don't cause embarrassment and trouble to the prince's mansion. It's good to pretend to be crazy and stupid."

Song Zhiyu felt that the style was a bit wrong. The boss was praising me or ridiculing me!

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