Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Song Ci came back and saw Song Zhi with an ugly face, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zhi: "..."

It's hard to say.

He choked out a sentence for a long time: "Nothing."

Song Ci didn't care about the expression on Song Zhi's face, and continued: "Brother, let me introduce to you, these are the Spikes left by my father."

Song Zhi restrained his expression and looked at the fifteen people standing behind Song Ci.

"Three thousand Spike Army, now there are only 15 left?"

Song Ci heard Song Zhi's words, but did not answer for a long time.

"Young master, I am the only one left in the three guards, and there are six guards left in the second guard, and eight guards..."

There are 3000 people in Langya, one thousand people and one guard, a total of three guards.

He is the third guard of the Spike Army, and he is the only one left among 1000 men.

He didn't even have time to collect the bodies of his brothers...

Song Zhi looked at Lang Weisan with red eye circles.

silence.

Then he got up and patted him on the shoulder, "It's good to be alive."

Song Ci told him what he knew, "It's roughly like this."

"Father is dead, but Wang Weicheng, who killed my father and ruined my Song family's reputation, is doing whatever he wants in the imperial city."

Song Zhi's expression was severe: "We co-operated with the enemy's country to harm our father, but he got away with it in the imperial city. Why should he become famous in the country of Yan!"

"Occupying father's glory, doing nasty things, killing so many people, but enjoying the glory of others, damn it!"

Song Ci couldn't help frowning: "I will definitely find evidence to overthrow him and restore our Song family's innocence!"

Song Ci and Song Zhi discussed other matters.

Sunset West Mountain.

The boy put the dishes on the table: "It's time to eat."

Song Zhi looked at the boy, and said to Song Ci, "Is he the kid you mentioned?"

"How old is he, are you sure you want to take him with you on the road?"

Qi Ping said dissatisfied: "I am ten years old, eleven next month."

"A child who is only ten years old."

After Song Zhi heard what he said, he started talking again.

Should such a young child go on an adventure with them?
Qi Ping knew what Song Zhi was going to say, "Eldest young master, don't worry, the general treats my father and mother like close friends, they stand up in times of crisis, and I will die for the general."

Song Zhi really couldn't believe that a ten-year-old child could say such words.

But since my younger sister brought him here, she must have her own ideas. This kid looks very smart, so he won't be a drag on my younger sister.

"Okay, let's eat. We'll talk about everything when I come back tomorrow."

Before Song Ci reached out to serve the soup, there was a bowl of chicken soup in front of him.

Qi Ping said awkwardly: "I made it specially for you."

"Ok?"

Song Ci looked at the boy's awkward appearance, reached out and rubbed his head.

Qi Ping blushed instantly.

Song Ci... sister, sister...

She has a nice smile.

The ears were also burning red.

She didn't know that she had been accidentally told by Zhang Niang that she was a girl by Zhang Niang.

Naively thinks this child is really cute and shy at every turn.

Song Zhi, who watched their interaction, gritted his teeth angrily.

That's my baby sister!

Song Zhi instantly became dissatisfied, and put food on Song Ci's plate, "Sister, cough...brother, eat the food."

Song Zhi, who was about to slip the tongue, was warned by Song Ci, and glared angrily at this bastard, Qi Ping.

The dinner time passed happily in this way.

There are not enough rooms at home.

Song Zhi volunteered to share a room with Song Ci.

Qi Ping looked at Song Zhi, looking at him somewhat defensively, as if Song Ci was his own sister.

Song Ci didn't care much about the change in Qi Ping's attitude.

Wait until the night to rest.

"Young master, you can't be on the bed!" Qi Ping grabbed Song Zhi's sleeve dissatisfied and wanted to pull him down.

"Why can't I sleep in my bed!"

Song Zhi was also surprised.

"You're a man and you can't sleep in the same bed with Song Ci!" Boyish cheeks flushed.

Song Zhi couldn't be happier now.

When he was a child, he slept in a small bed with his sweet and soft sister, why can't he do it now!
Seeing that Qi Ping threw two quilts, he immediately understood: "I can't, why do you want to sleep with my brother!"

Song Zhi has learned his lesson now, and he didn't blurt out the word "sister". This brat is so shameless.

If he knew this, his precious sister would not be entangled by him!

"We are different, you are a man and I am a boy."

Qi Ping was too lazy to talk to such a boring person as Song Zhi.

Song Zhi vomited blood.

Song Ci just came in after taking a shower, when he saw a big and a small staring at him who seemed to be the enemies of the third generation, he was a little puzzled: "What are you doing?"

"Why don't you rest?"

Song Zhi dragged Qi Ping off the bed expressionlessly.

She looked at her sister flatteringly: "We are making the bed, and Qi Ping just said that he would sleep on the floor with me."

Song Ci nodded, her expression a little pale.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and wiping her hair, the wide collar reveals a small piece of the girl's snow-white skin and delicate collarbone.

Qi Ping accidentally saw that piece of porcelain white skin, his eyes seemed to be burned, and he immediately looked back.

The heartbeat is very fast.

Song Zhi saw the longevity lock on his neck.

I remember that Song Ci took it with me when I was a child. At that time, the longevity lock didn't seem to be like this. Later, my mother put it away and sent it to the temple.

I haven't seen him since then...

Looking at it curiously, looking at the complicated patterns on it, it doesn't seem like the characteristics of Yan Kingdom, and he is a little curious: "Did you buy the longevity lock you wear?"

Song Ci picked up the silver-gray flat auspicious cloud-shaped decoration, paused, and spoke for a while.

"friend's."

"Oh." Song Zhi nodded, "It just doesn't look like Yan Guo's side, but the pattern looks a bit like Da Xia's. Your friend is from Da Xia?"

After Dong Qi recovered his memory, he never told him about his life experience, Song Ci didn't know about it.

"It should be." Song Ci was ambiguous.

"Get some rest early."

Qiping went to the side and blew out the candle.

The night was silent.

In the morning, a ray of light hit the boy's cheek through the window.

Song Ci raised his hand to cover his eyes, the sunlight passed through his fingers, passed through his eyelashes, and left a fine silhouette on his eyelids.

There was no one in the room.

When Song Ci went out, he saw a man standing by the well drawing water, and a boy squatting in the ground digging the soil expressionlessly.

"What are you doing?"

"Growing vegetables."

Just as Qi Ping finished speaking, he wondered if Song Zhi had broken him on purpose.

Even if he hid quickly, the hem of his clothes was soaked, and he looked at Song Zhi with a cold face.

Song Ci shook his head and left.

Aunt Cui, also known as Cui Erniang, saw Song Ci coming, and took a set of maid clothes from the back room for him to change into.

"Men are not allowed in Lord Xiaorou's courtyard, please feel wronged."

Song Ci carried the skirt to change into it.

Aunt Cui gave him another bun.

Song Ci's eyelashes trembled, looking at the person in the bronze mirror very uncomfortable.

Aunt Cui looked at Song Ci's flamboyant face, which turned out to be so beautiful in women's clothes, even a maid's dress gave off a smell of dust.

The skirt was not particularly suitable, Song Ci was too thin and tall, the skirt was not long enough, and the waist was a little loose.

But I can't bear to be beautiful alone.

Except for Xiao Roujun, Aunt Cui has never seen Song Ci's otherworldly people.

Can't help but praise.

Song Ci felt uncomfortable but didn't show it. He watched Aunt Cui follow behind Aunt Cui into the General's Mansion carrying a high-quality silk tray.