Chapter 234

Song Zhao took a deep breath.

I recited it dozens of times in my heart, it's my brother!

Then he shook his head nonchalantly, saying it was okay.

Song Chenai was suffocating in her heart.

He glanced at Song Jingxian and suddenly thought of something.

Walking over, he said, "Brother, long time no see, do you have time to spar with younger brother?"

Song Jinfu smiles.

In this family, apart from the uncle, only Song Chenai likes to learn kung fu.

All he studied was in solving crimes, and he didn't know how to do it at all.

Song Jingxian's main study is the art of war, and generals command.

He knows a little bit of hands and feet, but he can't compare to Song Chenai's brute force.

Song Chenai asked Song Jingxian for a discussion, obviously because he wanted to beat up his elder brother.

Song Jingxian was also suffocating in his heart.

So he agreed impulsively, "Okay."

The two brothers seem to hook their shoulders and walk out of the courtyard.

Song Zhao and Song Jinfu looked at each other.

The sound of fists and kicks was soon heard outside.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

Song Chenai came back alone.

He rolled up his cuffs, revealing his strong arms.

The face is a little red, which is the trace of excessive exercise.

There was still lingering ferocity in his eyes.

Song Zhaoyao looked outside the courtyard.

Yingyingchuochuo saw a group of servants coming to carry Song Jingxian away.

Song Chenai's eyes sank, she pulled her lips and said, "Don't worry, I won't die."

Song Jinfu said, "Little sister, the third brother is going to be on duty, and I will bring you sugar cakes when I come back."

Song Zhao nodded and said yes softly.

Song Chenai sneered, "What's a candy cake? Brat, how about I take you out to play?"

Song Jinfu disagreed, "No, the place where you play is too messy, full of flower alleys and opera streets where you eat and drink, if you want to play, you can play by yourself, don't spoil the little girl."

"You know what a fart." Song Chenai stroked the broken hair on his forehead, with a particularly tugging gesture, "Which old man hasn't played in the capital city? Is it chaotic or not, brother has the final say."

He ignored Song Jinfu's dissatisfaction.

He directly reached out to pull Song Zhao's wrist.

Song Zhao refused in his heart.

Sensing Song Zhao's intention to break free, Song Chenai was really hurt this time, she drooped her head, and said in a low voice, "Little devil, are you looking down on brother?"

Song Zhao couldn't bear it anymore.

She has no sibling relationship with her second cousin.

It doesn't mean she doesn't recognize this brother.

Because in the previous life, even though the second cousin didn't like her very much, he was always picky and looked down on her.

But after the fall of the Song family, she was locked up by the prince as a hostage.

People who like to hang out like that, don't like being tied down, and don't want to fight.

But still on the battlefield.

Do the last fight for her.

Thinking of this, Song Zhao nodded silently, following his wishes.

Song Chenai was immediately happy.

He missed the opportunity to cultivate a brother-sister relationship with Song Zhao.

So now we must remedy it in time, take my sister to have fun, let her know that he is good, and finally willingly hold him and call him, two~brother~brother~

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Song Chenai and Song Zhao got into the carriage.

Half an hour later, Song Zhao arrived at the most magnificent Hanyu Building in the capital.

In layman's terms, it is a place to watch operas.

Many dignitaries in the capital would come here to listen to music and drink in their spare time.

"Little ghost, you've grown up so much, you must have never had a good time. This is the gold-selling cave in the capital. There are all kinds of exciting and exciting things. Today, brother will let you have a good time."

Song Chenai's arm was hooked around Song Zhao's neck.

Rub her hair vigorously like a pet.

Song Zhao turned his head in resistance, wanted to hide but couldn't dodge, protested softly, "Don't call me a brat."

It's too ugly.

Song Chenai asked casually, "Why?"

"I've grown up."

Song Chenai sneered with her chin raised slightly, and her eyes fell on the little girl who was only as tall as her chest.

Lazy voice, full of eclectic ruffian, "Big fart kid."

not far away.