Song Zhao took a deep breath.

I have silently recited it dozens of times in my heart, and I am my brother!

Then he shook his head casually, saying that it didn't matter.

Song Shenwei was holding back a breath in his heart.

He glanced at Song Jingen, and suddenly thought of something.

He walked over and said, "Eldest brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you have time to fight with your younger brother?" ”

Song Jinfu Waner.

In this family, except for the uncle, only Song Shenwei likes to learn kung fu.

He learns all about solving crimes, and he can't do anything at all.

And Song Jingxian mainly learned the art of war, and the generals commanded.

will have a little hands and feet, but it can't compare to Song Shenhao's brute strength.

Song Shenwei asked Song Jingxian to learn, obviously wanting to beat the eldest brother.

Song Jingxian also held back a breath of anger in his heart.

So he impulsively agreed, "Okay." ”

The brothers and brothers seemed to hook their shoulders and go to the outside of the hospital.

Song Zhao and Song Jinfu looked at each other.

Soon there was the sound of fists and kicks outside.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

Song Shenwei came back alone.

He tugged at his cuffs, revealing his strong arms.

There is a slight red on the face, which is a sign of excessive exercise.

There is still a lingering ruthlessness in his eyes.

Song Zhao looked outside the courtyard for a moment.

Ying Ying saw a group of subordinates coming over and carried Song Jingxian away.

Song Shenhao's eyes sank, and he pulled his lips and said, "Don't worry, you can't die." ”

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

Song Zhao nodded and said softly.

Song Shenwei sneered, "What is the sugar cake?" Little ghost, how about my brother take you out to play? ”

Song Jinfu disagreed, "No, the place where you play is too messy, it's all a flower alley street for eating and drinking, you have to play by yourself, don't take your little sister badly." ”

"You know the." Song Shenwei stroked the broken hair in front of his forehead, and dragged it in a special gesture, "In the capital, which Lao Tzu hasn't played?" It's messy or not, brother has the final say. ”

He ignored Song Jinfu's dissatisfaction.

Directly reached out to pull Song Zhao's wrist.

Song Zhao refused in his heart.

Feeling Song Zhao's intention to break free, Song Shenwei was really a little hurt now, drooping his head and speaking in a low tone, "Little ghost, do you look down on my brother?" ”

Song Zhao couldn't bear it.

She has no brother-sister relationship with her second cousin.

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

Because in her previous life, even if her second cousin didn't like her very much, she was picky and couldn't look down on her everywhere.

But after the fall of the Song family, she was held hostage by the prince.

People who like to wander, don't like to be bound, and don't want to fight.

But he still went to the battlefield.

Make the last fight for her.

Thinking of this, Song Zhao nodded silently and complied with his wishes.

Song Shenwei was happy all of a sudden.

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

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

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Song Shenwei and Song Zhao got into the carriage.

Half an hour later, Song Zhao stood at the most magnificent Hanyu Tower in the capital.

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

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

"Little ghost, you are so big, you must not have played it happily, this is the gold cave in the capital, there are all kinds of exciting and exciting things, today brother will let you have a good time."

Song Shenhao'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, and protested in a low voice, "Don't call me a little ghost." ”

It's so ugly.

Song Shenwei asked casually, "Why?" ”

"I've grown up."

Song Shenwei raised her chin slightly and sneered, and her eyes fell on the little girl who was only high enough to reach her chest.

The lazy voice is full of eclectic ruffians, "Devil with a big fart." ”

Not far away.