Song Zi was a little disappointed with Song Zhiqing. This man was not so stupid when he was out. Ren Tongzhi also made political achievements. Otherwise, he would not have been transferred back to Beijing by his elder brother so soon.

But after returning to Beijing, this person seemed to be a different person, who was too ambitious and could only stalwart and compete with the powerful, but did not make any political achievements.

She had heard from her husband that some people could not see his behavior, saying that he was able to find this shortage because Song Zhiyuan let the water go behind him.

Now looking at him, he really means to be proud of his elder brother. How could he do practical things?

Song Zi took a deep breath: "Third Brother, what are you thinking about every day? With that whimsical space, it is better to do some hard work to improve your grades."

Song Zhiqing's face turned green: "You are talking to your brother? I am just an uncle and want to kiss my niece. What you said is like I want to harm her."

"Then I thank you, but there is no need. Zhilan Pu Liuzi, how dare I be the noble relative of Xiao Xiangtian family?" Song Zi sneered.

Song Zhiqing was so angry that he was angry: "You are just like your sister-in-law, you really have long hair and short knowledge. That's the prince. Who said that if you choose a concubine to fill the backyard, you must be a noble girl with a noble status? Look at the emperor's harem, isn't there any low-class background?"

Song Zi's eyes flashed and she said, "Did you arrange Weier in this way?"

Song Zhiqing said: "That's natural. They are all suitable for ages and naturally have candidates. Don't say that my eyes are high. In this world, who is a girl who doesn't stare at the prince and racks her brains to start cultivating the right age?"

Song Zi looked at him calmly.

"It's just not to mention kinship for now, and it's not that I won't talk about kinship for the rest of my life. When the crown prince chooses a concubine, can I still find a good man?" Song Zhiqing never worried that the noble girl would be worried about marrying.

Song Zi said: "Everyone says that everyone has their own ambitions. I believe this. I didn't expect that the third brother is so ambitious."

Song Zhiqing frowned, feeling that he was saying this as if he was cursing him in a corner.

"Anyway, I'm mentioning you, so how to decide, it's natural that you and your couple are the decision. Ziniang and Lin Guangxiong are just the same Jinshi, and it's over to achieve the fifth grade. If you don't think about your daughter, you have to consider the future of your two sons, right?"

Song Zi pursed her lips and said, "San brother, I am kind to me, so I am kind to remind you a few words. In the past, the third brother was also out of the place and was diligent in his work. Why did he become so vain when he returned to Beijing? In the past, you looked down on King Xiao and wanted Zhihui to be his concubine. Now you want Zhilan to cling to the prince, third brother, and hesitate to placate the fence-bearing, but I think you are more happy than fence-bearing!"

"Song Zi, you are arrogant!"

Song Zi said, "Third brother, it doesn't matter if you are a fence-bearing grass. I'm afraid that your grass will be trampled away when it is placing. You should still think about your own weight. Your ideas are greater than your strength. If you accidentally, it will be like water in a cup, and you will just flip it."

She said, buckled the cup and poured all the water inside to the ground.

Song Zi put down his cup and stood up, saying, "Third brother, you and my compatriots are twins. I am a biological girl and I am a sincere saying. It is hard to get what you have today. I hope you can do it yourself and cherish the present. I have said that, then, my sister has said goodbye!"

She bowed to Song Zhiqingfu and turned around and left.

Song Zhiqing's face turned purple and swelled up. Looking at the water on the ground, a trace of haze was stained in his eyes.

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Chapter completed!