Chapter 132: Medicine King Returns 5

Song Zhao picked up a pomegranate and put it in Song Jinfu's palm.

"Third Brother, don't talk nonsense. I don't care what others think. To me, your blessing is the best gift to me, and it's never a joke."

A flower-like smile bloomed on the little girl's white and tender cheeks.

The eyes are clear and sincere.

Sister, I don't despise him.

Song Jinfu contained pomegranates, and smiled sweetly, as if he had obtained a great treasure.

Song Jingxian frowned.

Song Zhao had never spoken to Song Jinfu in such a coquettish tone before.

Did she look at him here and intentionally scare him?

Thinking of using this method to make him jealous so that he can bow his head to her again?

Ah.

childish trick.

He glanced at Song Zhao in disgust, with a nonchalant expression, and walked past the two indifferently.

Passing by Song Jinfu's side, he said coldly, "Since ancient times, there have been rules for concubines and concubines. If there is no call from the lord, you can't act casually, lest the guests see it and feel that our family has no rules.

Today is my little sister's entrance feast, if you are doing it for my little sister's sake, you should go back to your Dali Temple to be on duty. "

Song Jinfu finds Song Jingxian very unpleasant.

But Song Jingxian is the son of the world, so what he said makes sense.

He responded muffled.

Song Zhao raised his eyes, frowned and said, "This is my banquet, I want third brother to stay, if you don't like it, you can go back to your yard."

Song Jingxian, "..."

He is a dignified son, but he has been reduced to such a place where he is disliked.

Song Zhao wants to drive him away for the sake of a concubine cousin?

She thought that besides him, who else could support her in the future?

Pulling his lips, Song Jingxian walked away.

Probably, they didn't have any sibling relationship.

After walking a few steps, a servant came in a hurry, said a few words to Song Jingxian, and Song Jingxian immediately followed the servant.

Song Jinfu moved his ears, found an excuse to say goodbye to Song Zhao, and quietly followed.

*

Song Zhao was holding a pomegranate and sitting on the stone steps, eating it one after another.

The end of the eaves.

Si Yuge, wearing military boots, strolled over and stopped in front of her.

Song Zhao raised his head, his brows were curved, Wen said, "Fourth brother, did you come here specially to give me blessings?"

Si Yu lifted his robe and sat down beside her.

She tilted her head, lowered her eyelids, and said lazily, "I thought you only had the third brother in your eyes, but I don't know the fourth brother."

"That's not true! You are all my good brothers!"

Song Zhao offered the pomegranate obediently, and said sweetly and crisply, "This is the pomegranate I saved for my fourth brother. It is sweet and delicious. I think my fourth brother will like it."

Si Yu's eyes were dark.

Pomegranate means many children.

Did she say that because she wanted to have many children with him?

Come to think of it, after the wedding ceremony, it's time to have a baby.

He smiled, but leaned over very honestly, and opened his mouth——

Song Zhao sneered, "Fourth brother, you are such an old man, why do you want to be a younger sister to feed you?"

"Brother is old and doesn't have much strength." Si Yu raised the corners of his mouth, and his tone seemed a bit casual, "You can just treat your brother as a filial piety, can't you?"

Song Zhao thought it made sense, so he picked up a pomegranate and brought it to his mouth.

Si Yu lowered his head, and while biting the pomegranate, his tongue touched Song Zhao's fingers.

Song Zhao withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and a youthful laughing voice came from his ear.

"It's sweet."

Song Zhao lowered his head, only feeling that the touched skin on his fingers was a little weird.

She rubbed her hands against the skirt, "Do you want more?"

Si Yu had a helpless expression on why you are so greedy, and said quietly, "One is enough."

"But I don't think it's enough." Song Zhao remembered that Si Yu had a big appetite, and he ate three bowls.

Si Yu had a lot of meaning, his eyes flicked across Song Zhao's belly,

"Too much, brother is afraid that you won't be able to bear it."

Song Zhao, "?"

Si Yu rubbed the corners of Song Zhao's lips with his fingertips, nonchalantly, "Why did you put on such bright lipstick today?"

Song Zhao made a bitter face, "Stop talking, I slept in your room last night, and there were mosquitoes in your room, which bit my mouth, and now it's numb, I can only cover it up with lip balm."

He coughed lightly, "Really? I didn't pay attention."

Probably last night, he felt sorry for the little girl's infatuation and gave too much sweetness.

Song Zhao muttered, "The mosquitoes are really bad. Fortunately, they didn't bite my face, otherwise today would be a joke."

"Is this called broken?"

Si Yu hooked his lips.

Turning his back, secretly sucking the fingertips stained with Song Zhao's mouth.

There will be worse things in the future, how can Miss Song bear it?