The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

   Chapter 27 Father Triumph 1

  Why are you separated from your sister?

  Song Jingxian was tensed, and a shadow seemed to be cast in his long dark eyes.

   He will never forget how he nearly collapsed three years ago when he was told by the imperial doctor that he could not go to the battlefield after saving Song Zhao from cold poison.

   When he was in a desperate situation, Song Zhao never cared about him.

   He thought that the little sister had been spoiled since she was a child, so she couldn't notice his loss.

   Until Xia Qingyao begged Shenzhicao for him at the price of bloodletting.

   And that day he escaped and returned, but Song Zhao did not return until two days later because he was going to a dinner party at a friend's house.

   After three years of his recovery, Song Zhao also stayed in the yard all day and never saw him once.

   But Xia Qingyao made medicine for him every day, and was very concerned.

   An outsider can do this for him, but his most beloved sister doesn't care.

   Song Jingxian's lips showed a touch of self-mockery.

   People really can't make comparisons. Once you make comparisons, you will find that maybe he is not important to my sister at all.

   He used to love Song Zhao so much, even if Song Zhao wanted the stars in the sky, he would find a way to give them to her.

   But what Song Zhao did made him feel very chilled.

   He didn't regret saving Song Zhao, but felt that Song Zhao's selfishness was no longer worthy of his love.

   But for these reasons, Song Jingxian couldn't tell anyone.

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   Zhaoyang Courtyard.

  Song Jinfu looked at Song Zhao's quiet appearance of watering the ground without saying a word, walked over and tugged at her sleeve, "Little sister, stretch out your hand."

  Song Zhao obediently stretched out his hand, and a pink-packed candy was placed in his palm.

  Song Jinfu said, "This is a strawberry-flavored candy, only available in Chang'an, can you taste the sweetness?"

  Song Zhao peeled off the candy wrapper and bit into his mouth, "It's so sweet."

  Song Jinfu suddenly lowered his shoulders, looked into Song Zhao's eyes with clear eyes, and said cautiously, "Little sister, if you are not happy, you can tell the third brother."

  Although he thinks that the little sister is good-looking, he still prefers the domineering little princess from the past.

  The sun sets in the west, which is the most gentle time of the day.

  The pink twilight sprinkled all over the boy's shoulders.

   Song Jinfu's gaze is the most healing gaze in the world.

   "I'm not unhappy!"

  Song Zhao tilted his head, the candy in his mouth bulged a bulge around his cheeks, soft and cute.

  Song Jinfu resisted the urge to pinch his sister's face, and promised, "Little sister, don't worry, the third brother will work harder in the future, and support you in the future, so that no one can give you grievances!"

   "Thank you third brother!" Song Zhao grinned, like the melting of ice and snow, and the appearance of moonlight.

Song Jinfu felt more comfortable now. What did he think of, he asked again, "By the way, little girl, how is your body now? Do you still feel pain all over at night? I have a hundred-year-old ginseng, and I will ask someone to cook it for you. Come and make up."

  Song Jinfu still remembers, three years ago, two days after Song Jingxian was rescued by Shenzhicao.

  Song Zhao came back from a banquet at a friend's house, and immediately fell ill. He felt cold and tingling in his body.

   After the imperial doctor's diagnosis and treatment, he felt very strange and said that it was a sequelae after being immersed in cold water.

   Song Zhao was nine years old at that time, the most naughty age. Everyone thought that Song Zhao had gone to play with water.

   You can silently pay attention to Song Zhao's Song Jinfu but feel that something is wrong. If it is caused by cold water, why does the little girl feel uncomfortable every day?

   In the past few years, he has also read a lot of medical books, but he can't find any signs.

  Song Zhao's eyes narrowed, and he said nonchalantly, "It's just a small problem, it's already healed, the third brother should give ginseng to grandmother to make up his body."

   The price Zhao Zhaoer paid three years ago was very painful~

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   The humble begging for a ticket~

   (end of this chapter)