As autumn begins, Mid-Autumn Festival is coming quietly, and the bright moon hangs high in the sky. Song Ci is accompanied by several juniors at home to watch the moon and guess riddles.

"This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly quiet." Song Ci looked at the few people around him and couldn't help but sigh.

Song Ruqi got married, and her eldest grandson returned to her hometown to take the exam. It can be said that none of her grandchildren were there, only two or three.

So lonely.

Mrs. Song felt even more uncomfortable. Seeing other people's children surround their knees, her own marriage or she is not in the mansion, how could she not be uncomfortable?

She pressed the sore corners of her eyes and said, "When the princess will give birth to her, and there will be a third child... and it will make her mother a headache."

Lu's hand sipped with chrysanthemum wine, pretending not to hear this, only felt that the wine in the glass became bitter.

Niu Paner touched his abdomen and said with a smile: "If it weren't for my inconvenience, I'd dance the sword for my mother."

Song Zhiyu carefully peeled the chestnut skin, put the clean meat on the plate in front of her, and said, "Zhaoer and the others are not here, so why do you need to dance the sword?"

He looked up at the boys who were guessing riddles and said, "Zhao'er, you have been learning martial arts with your fourth aunt for a while. Let's have a dance session for us to see."

Song Lingzhao's eyes lit up and he looked at his parents. Is it OK?

"Your fourth uncle wants to see, Wu comes, remember to ask him for rewards." Song Zhicheng and the others were busy teasing their baby daughter Yuanyuan, but they were too lazy to pay attention to their sons. They paused and said, "You can't use the real sword to avoid any one accidentally hurting someone."

Song Lingzhao immediately asked his servant to pick up the peach wood sword he practiced on weekdays.

Song Ruwei smiled and said, "How can the second brother dance in swords without music? My younger sister dares to play the piano for her second brother?"

"Then I'll have to do my third sister." Song Lingzhao was very happy.

Song Ruwei asked the maid to pick up the piano.

Song Lingjie took a flute from his waist, turned a flower on his finger, and said, "Then I will play the flute."

Song Lingzhou bites a charcoal-roasted chicken wings: "..."

What can he do?

Everyone raised their eyebrows leisurely, changed their positions and made a clearance in the garden so that several people could prepare.

Song Ruwei's yard was closer and she quickly got the guqin. She tuned the tone first and asked Song Lingjie: "What song does the third brother want to play?"

"Sister, you can do whatever you want, and I will follow you and the sound of my brother."

Song Ruwei smiled, lowered her head and thought for a while. Seeing Song Lingzhao taking the peach wood sword, she had an idea.

The night is as cool as water, and the sound of the piano is like gurgling water.

With a sword coming, the young man jumped flexibly into the air, like a dragon, cool and fierce.

The sound of the piano suddenly became high-pitched. At that time, a flute sound mixed in, and the sound of the piano echoed each other. When the young man in the field changed his sword move, he made a move of the blue dragon breaking through the waves and pointed his sword at the sky.

Song Ci's eyes were clear and bright.

Everyone was also surprised. This cooperation seemed to have been practiced countless times, but they obviously cooperated for the first time.

Song Lingjie looked at Song Ruwei, who bent his eyebrows and slender fingers tweaked the strings.

Lu's eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't help but wiped his eyes with a handkerchief, feeling relieved.

In the future, Weier and the others will not be protected by their brothers.

She turned to look at her son, but she paused and covered her face.

Who is this foodie son with?

The song ends, the sword is closed, the sound is lingering, and the sound is refreshing.

"Okay." Song Ci stood up and clapped her hands hard: "You are so good, Madam Gong, see the reward."

The applause sounded, Song Cishang, and the rest of the people followed and had fun.

Song Lingzhao and the others looked at each other and smiled at each other.

When they were young, they would never forget this Mid-Autumn night.

A servant came to report the good news with a smile: "Report to the eldest lady, just after the British Duke's Mansion came, our second aunt has diagnosed the good news."
Chapter completed!