Chapter 116 Rain falls on rouge and tears, pear blossoms play with begonia (40)

Author: melon crisp

Song Ci came back and saw Song Zhi who looked ugly, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zhi: "..."

It’s hard to describe in one word.

After a long while, he choked out a sentence: "It's nothing."

Song Ci didn't care about the expression on Song Zhi's face and continued: "Brother, let me introduce to you, these are father's remaining Wolf Fang Army."

Song Zhi calmed down and looked at the fifteen people standing behind Song Ci.

"Three thousand Wolf Fang Army, only fifteen people are left now?"

After hearing Song Zhi's words, Song Ci didn't answer for a long time.

"Young Master, I am the only one left in the third guard, and there are six people in the second guard and eight people in the first guard..."

Langya has three thousand men, one thousand men and one guard, for a total of three guards.

He is the third guard of the Wolf Fang Army, and he is the only one left among a thousand men.

He didn't even have time to collect the bodies of his brothers...

Song Zhi looked at Wolf Wei San, whose eyes were red.

silence.

Then he stood up and patted his shoulder, "Just stay alive."

Song Ci told him what he knew, "That's roughly what happened."

"My father is dead, but Wang Weicheng, the man who killed my father and ruined the reputation of my Song family, is doing whatever he wants in the imperial city."

Song Zhi looked stern: "You have liaison with the enemy and harmed our father, but you are getting away with it in the imperial city. How can you become famous in the Yan Kingdom!"

"Seizing up my father's glory, doing dirty things, killing so many people, and enjoying other people's glory, you really deserve to die!"

Song Ci couldn't help but frown: "I will definitely find evidence to bring him down and restore our Song family's innocence!"

Song Ci and Song Zhi discussed other matters.

Sunset in the west.

The boy put the dishes on the table: "It's time to eat."

Song Zhi looked at the boy and said to Song Ci, "Is he the child you mentioned?"

"How old is he? Are you sure you want to take him with you on the road?"

Qi Ping said dissatisfied: "I am ten years old, eleven next month."

"A child of only ten years old."

After Song Zhi heard what he said, he started talking again.

Do children at such a young age have to go on adventures with them?

Qi Ping knew what Song Zhi was going to say, "Young master, don't worry. The general treats my parents like close friends. He stands up for you in times of crisis. I will die for the general without hesitation."

Song Zhi couldn't believe that a ten-year-old child could say such things.

But since my sister brought this person, she must have her own ideas. This kid seems to be very smart, so he won't be a drag on my sister.

"Okay, let's eat. We can wait until I come back tomorrow to talk about anything else."

Before Song Ci reached out to serve the soup, there was a bowl filled with chicken soup in front of him.

Qi Ping said awkwardly: "I made it specially for you."

"Um?"

Song Ci looked at the boy's awkward look and reached out to rub his head.

Qi Ping blushed instantly.

Song Ci...sister, sister...

She smiles beautifully.

My ears also burned red.

She didn't know that her identity had been accidentally leaked by Zhang Niang, and she quietly told Qi Ping that she was a girl.

I naively thought that this child was really cute, but he was always shy.

Song Zhi gritted his teeth in anger as he watched their interaction.

That's my baby sister!

Song Zhi instantly became dissatisfied and put food on Song Ci's plate, "Sister, cough...brother, eat the food."

Song Zhi, who almost spilled the beans, was warned by Song Ci, who glared angrily at Qi Ping.

Dinner time passed happily like this.

There are not enough rooms at home.

Song Zhi volunteered to sleep in the same room as Song Ci.

Qi Ping looked at Song Zhi, looking at him somewhat defensively, as if Song Ci was his biological sister.

Song Ci didn't pay much attention to Qi Ping's change in attitude.

Wait until you have rest at night.

"Young master, you can't let anyone sleep on the bed!" Qi Ping grabbed Song Zhi's sleeves dissatisfied and tried to pull him down.

"Why can't I sleep on my bed?"

Song Zhi was still surprised.

"You're a man and you can't sleep in the same bed as Song Ci!" The boy's cheeks turned red angrily.

Song Zhi was not happy about this.

When he was a child, he slept in a small bed with his sweet and soft sister, why not now!

Seeing Qi Ping throw two quilts, he immediately understood: "I can't do it, why do you want to sleep with my brother!"

Song Zhi learned the lesson now and didn't blurt out the word "sister". This brat was so shameless.

If he had known this, his precious sister would not have been entangled with him!

"We are different. You are a man and I am a boy."

Qi Ping was too lazy to talk to someone as boring as Song Zhi.

Song Zhi vomited blood.

As soon as Song Ci came in after taking a shower, he saw a large group of people and a small group of people staring at each other as if they had been enemies for three generations. He was a little confused: "What are you doing?"

"Why don't you rest?"

Song Zhi pulled Qi Ping off the bed with an expressionless expression.

He looked at his sister flatteringly: "We are making the bed, and just now Qi Ping said he wanted to sleep on the floor with me."

Song Ci nodded, his expression a little dull.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping her hair, the wide collar revealed a small piece of the girl's snow-white skin and delicate collarbone.

Qi Ping accidentally saw that piece of porcelain white skin, his eyes seemed to be burned, and he immediately looked away.

The heartbeat is very fast.

Song Zhi saw the longevity lock on his neck.

I remember that Song Ci took it with her when she was a child. At that time, the longevity lock didn't seem to be like this. Later, her mother collected it and sent it to the temple.

I haven’t seen him with me since then…

He looked at it curiously and saw that the complicated patterns on it did not look like the characteristics of Yan country. He was a little curious and asked: "Did you buy the longevity lock you are wearing?"

Song Ci picked up the silver-gray flat auspicious cloud-shaped decoration, paused, and then said after a long while.

"For a friend."

"Oh." Song Zhi nodded, "It just doesn't look like someone from the Yan Kingdom. The patterns look a bit like those from Daxia. Is your friend from Daxia?"

After Dong Qi regained his memory, he didn't tell him about his life experience, which Song Ci didn't know.

"Probably." Song Ci was ambiguous.

"Go to rest early."

Qi Ping walked to the side and blew out the candle.

A night of silence.

A ray of light shines through the window on the boy's cheek in the early morning.
To be continued...