Oh, he got it...... It must be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, right?

The story of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and his cousin's marriage is known to everyone, and the second brother also said before that His Royal Highness often visits Zhang's family - at first, the second brother didn't know his identity, and he still wanted to compete with the other party, but Wen couldn't compare, and his horseback archery skills were also inferior, and in the end he could only try to win with his family's wealth.

Thinking of this, Song Fujin couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at, I haven't said it yet!" Song Fuqi, who had reached his lips, looked at him.

"The second brother must be talking about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince today, right? I have also heard of those strange things of Your Highness, and they all say that it is the reincarnation of the real dragon, and there is the movement of Mount Tai and the descent of colorful auspicious clouds as evidence......"

"Your Highness is certainly a fairy figure, if you go, you will not be able to see it. But that's not what I'm going to say. ”

Song Fujin looked at him puzzled.

Who could be more powerful than these well-known adults and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?

"The most important thing is that if you go to the capital, you will be able to taste the craftsmanship of your future second sister-in-law from time to time......

Song Fuqi's voice was not high, but his face was full of color.

Song Fujin was surprised when he heard it: "......"

I didn't expect such an answer.

"Your future second sister-in-law's skills are amazing, even the imperial chef in the palace can't compare to ...... I said don't believe me, you can ask your grandfather and father! I think that at the beginning, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't delay, my father would not have been willing to come back. ”

Song Fuyu on the side glanced at him and said with a smile: "You were abducted like this?" ”

Song Fuqi laughed twice, "That's not ......"

Sister Jing is good, but there are a lot of them.

Song Fujin was already full of hope when he heard it, but after he was excited, he couldn't help but worry: "But can my father agree to let me go to the capital?" ”

He wasn't worried about his mother, because his mother had always supported him in studying.

His father didn't say anything against it, but in his mind, his father has always been serious, he rarely comes home when he travels all the year round, and his temperament is not as neat as that of his two elder brothers......

Therefore, he never dared to mention his love for reading to his father, for fear of disappointing his father.

"I think I'll agree."

Song Fuyu said: "Although my father seems to be a little strict, but because you were weak and sick when you were young, and it was the busiest time for business in the family, he seems to feel that he owes you a lot in his heart - in fact, many things are willing to go along with you, depending on what you say." ”

Song Fujin lowered his head slightly.

He also vaguely realized that his father did treat him with some preference, not as strict as his two elder brothers.

But the more this happened, the more he was afraid that his father would be disappointed.

"But you have to think about it." Song Fuyu told him: "Whether to study or do business, these are two paths. ”

Song Fuyu also said: "That's right, when the third brother thinks about it clearly, it's not too late to talk to his father." ”

Song Fujin opened his mouth, wanting to answer this, but in the end he nodded first.

Maybe it's time to think about it, or at least to discuss it with your mother.

The three brothers turned to other things, and their backs faded away.

……

At dinner, a group of men from the Song family ate a jar of wine at the dinner table.

The old man was in a happy mood and had a drink of two cups.

Song Fuyu and Song Fuqi saw that their grandfather was in a good mood and ate some together.

And most of the remaining half of the jar went into Song Ju's stomach.

Song Fujin wanted to accompany his father to eat something, but was scolded back: "You are not in good health, what kind of wine to eat, don't blame me for being a father when you look back!" ”

Song Fujin had no choice but to bury his head in eating more vegetables.

After the meal, Song Fuqi helped his father back to Jingzhi Courtyard, and couldn't help but sigh on the way: "I haven't seen you so greedy for cups on weekdays, what's wrong with this today......

Song Ju turned his head and glared at him: "Lao Tzu is happy!" ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the arm that was being held by his son and staggered a few steps.

The path in the garden was winding, and Song Fuqi hurriedly followed.

"Cheng, drink if you are happy...... But you go alone, and you're not afraid of falling and being embarrassed? ”

Hold the person back up.

Song Ju snorted twice, and said vaguely: "Raising a son is a bit useful." ”

But after saying it to himself, his vision blurred again.

Such a good son, such a good family......

"Father...... Why are you crying? ”

Song Fuqi was shocked when he saw the same.

Song Ju glared at him again.

"Lao Tzu is happy!"

But because of the tears full of eyes and the hoarse voice, there was no deterrent.

Song Fuqi paused, and saw that there was a gazebo in front of him, so he simply helped people to sit down in the gazebo, and motioned for the little guy to stay away.

Then he asked in a low voice, "Father, do you have anything on your mind...... Why don't you tell your son? ”

It stands to reason that my aunt's illness has improved, and those people have been fine since my grandfather's return, so my father should be more relaxed at this time.

"I'm just happy......"

Song Ju looked at the moon outside the pavilion with a somewhat sloppy gaze, but there was a steady stream of tears rolling out of his eyes.

Song Fuqi was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and wiped his father's tears with his sleeve.

It's just that...... How does this seem strange?

"Since you're happy, then cry......" Song Fuqi then said more strange things and did even more strange things.

"There is no one else here, no shame, you can cry on your son."

He once heard Sister Jing say that sometimes when people are sad, they don't want to talk, and it is most comfortable to cry happily.

But a person with such a good face as my father, shouldn't he have a shaving in his ears when he heard this?

When Song Fuqi was faintly afraid, he suddenly felt a sinking of his shoulders, followed by his father's howl and cry in his ears.

“……”

He was a little confused, and it took him a long time to gently pat his father on the back.

Song Ju cried loudly, and did not forget to threaten: "If you dare to speak out...... Woo woo Lao Tzu broke your legs! ”

"Don't worry, my son will get up tomorrow and won't remember anything!"

However, isn't it time to cut off your tongue when talking nonsense, and what kind of punishment is it for a bull's head to not a horse's mouth to break your legs......

He wanted to correct it, but he didn't dare.

Hey, it seems that my father really drank too much.

……

And Song Fuqi, who promised not to say it, found Zhang Meishou early the next morning.

If you have a problem, look for a cousin, absolutely yes.

Zhang Meishou had just finished breakfast and was about to go to Song Jinniang, when he saw Song Fuqi coming, he invited someone to talk in the outer hall.

"Cousin, I have something I want to ask you."

"Cousin asks."

"Do you know what happened to my father these days?"

"Why did my cousin ask this suddenly?" Zhang Meishou said tentatively with a calm face.