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Chapter 3 The food in the world is really sweet
Jun Tingsheng's eyes turned around Song Baoling's small face, and he straightened his expression: "This time I learned that Xuan Pinghou will return to Beijing soon, and I was entrusted by my father to come to visit and stay in the capital for a while. , I’m afraid I’m going to disturb the family.”

The old lady responded repeatedly: "What is the son talking about, I will arrange it right away. Don't worry, my son, what happened today will never happen again. Even if I give up my old bones, I will definitely protect my soul! "

Song Baoling quickly shook his head, hugged the old lady and did not let go: "Grandmother will live a long life, watching Ling'er grow up."

The old lady felt pity for a while, the grandfather and grandson chatted and laughed for a while, the old lady became a little tired, and went back to her room to rest.

Song Baoling bit her finger, wondering if she should follow, when a piece of fragrant hibiscus cake was handed to her.

"Furong Cake, do you still want to eat?"

She sniffled her little nose and her eyes lit up.

"Thank you brother!"

"It's little uncle."

"Thank you little uncle~"

Looking at Song Baoling who was eating deliciously, Jun Tingsheng's eyes flashed a cold star.

What kind of abuse did this little guy look like to be so obsessed with eating.

Song Baoling staggered out of the door, took a sip carefully, and suddenly a pair of luscious deer eyes bent into crescent moons.

The food in the world is really sweet!

She was about to savor the rest, when she felt her body suddenly tilted and fell straight to the ground.

Song Lianmu's three siblings were going to kneel in the ancestral hall for punishment, but before entering the door, they saw Song Baoling holding a hibiscus cake with a happy face, Song Lianmu immediately became angry, rushed over and pushed her.

Song Lianmu's teeth leaked, and he was very rude: "Sangmen Xing! It's all your fault that I'm going to be locked up!"

Song Baoling was pushed like this, and the rice cake in his hand fell to the ground in an instant.

She subconsciously stretched out her small hand to pick it up, but Jun Tingsheng quickly stopped her.

"Dirty."

The corners of Song Baoling's eyes were instantly adorned with a few song beans, and his soft bun face also bulged.

Jun Tingsheng frowned, and was about to step forward, when he saw Song Baoling, who was like a soft bun, shedding tears, with his waist down, his nose wrinkled like a cat with fried hair, showing two small white canine teeth.

"If you don't go back to your room and don't listen to your grandmother, you will be punished severely."

Hearing his grandmother, Song Lianmu shrank his neck, but still insisted and shouted: "If you dare to sue, I will bury you again!"

Song Baoling thought of the pain of being buried in the soil just now, tears came to his eyes, and his tender face was so red that it was torn.

Jun Tingsheng shuddered and stepped forward quickly.

Song Lianmu thought she was afraid and was about to speak arrogantly, but was swung away by a strong force.

He slammed into the stone behind him fiercely, struggled to get up, and saw a pair of dark eyes like Yama's.

"roll."

Song Lianmu was so frightened that his body shook, his pants became hot, and he burst into tears.

Song Baoling covered his nose with his little hand in disgust, looked at him in a muffled voice and said, "You can't look in the mirror today, or there will be a bloody disaster. You are already ugly enough, and the more you look at it, the uglier it will become!"

"Who are you calling ugly! You are ugly, and your whole family is ugly!"

Song Lianmu sniffled and glared at her, then looked at Jun Tingsheng behind him, and ran away scrambling.

Song Baoling looked at the hibiscus cake that fell on the ground, wiped away tears with the back of his hand, raised his small arm that looked like a broken lotus root, and tugged at the corner of Jun Tingsheng's clothes: "Hug."

Jun Tingsheng lowered his eyes, picked up the crying Xiaotuanzi, and scratched her little nose with a smile: "You still know how to read?"

Song Baoling nodded, then shook his head again.

When she secretly practiced in the Luxu Heavenly Palace, she listened to a lot of immortals practicing, so she also learned a little bit.

Although she likes her pretty brother very much, she can't tell him about it, because bad things will happen.

Jun Tingsheng thought it was Tong Yan Wuji, and didn't take it seriously, and carried her into the house.

When Mrs. Song found out that Song Lianmu had escaped, she was even more furious. She asked her personal nurse to watch the three siblings knelt in the ancestral hall until dark before allowing the three of them, who were sore and limp, to get up for dinner.

Song Lianmu was lying on the bed, looking at the rice porridge that Li Shi handed over, crying and knocking over the bowl.

"I don't want to eat this, I want to eat meat! It's all the fault of that Sangmen star!"

Li Shi was splashed with hot porridge, and threw the spoon aside angrily.

"Why did I give birth to you three idiots? Bullying a little girl can provoke a prince! In a few days, your eldest brother and second brother will come back with the big house. If you do this, why will your brothers be in Chengyang? Show your face in front of the king!"

In fact, Li Shi had three sons and three daughters, except for the three daughters, the eldest son and the second son followed Xuan Pinghou to the battlefield.

Song Lianmu was just a child, and when she said that, he was frightened and at a loss for what to do.

"Mother, I don't want to drag brother down, mother, please think of a way."

Li Shi didn't want to help Erfang save some face, so when he rolled his eyes, he thought of a way.

"I tell you, you will be like this in a while..."

The mother and son bit their ears for a long time, met their eyes, and there was a hint of cruelty on their faces.

In the middle of the night, Song Lingbao hugged the embroidered pillow, curled up into a ball, and slept soundly.

In the dream, she only felt her body fluttering, and with a gust of breeze, she swayed straight up, and returned to the familiar peach garden.

Just as she was about to rejoice, she saw an ethereal white-clothed fairy standing in the garden from a distance, gently stroking her branches and leaves with her slender fingertips, as if she was talking about something.

There was a faint scent of green bamboo on Xianjun's body, which seemed very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it.

Song Lingbao tried to get closer with his short legs, but the fairy suddenly became very far away.

She jumped in a hurry, and her pair of autumn water cut pupils were stained with water vapor again.

"Xianjun wait for Ling'er, Xian..."

"Ow—"

A howl interrupted Song Lingbao's dream, her small body shook violently, and she woke up in a daze, rubbing her eyes.

The young man beside him stood up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the door unkindly.

Before Song Lingbao came back to his senses, Jun Tingsheng put on small clothes and carried him into the yard.

All the Song family gathered in the second room, and Song Lianmu was wearing a cloth towel on the bed, screaming non-stop.

Jun Tingsheng frowned slightly, looked at Song Lianmu's ruddy expression, and said calmly: "Old lady, what happened at the house?"

The old lady nodded anxiously: "To tell you the truth, my little grandson is sick and is waiting for the doctor."

sick?

Thinking of his arrogant and domineering appearance yesterday, Jun Tingsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and nodded thoughtfully.

Song Baozhu curled her lips and cried like rain: "If it wasn't a disaster, my brother wouldn't have been punished."

(End of this chapter)