: Picking brother and wife

The father and son chatted all the way, and the atmosphere was pleasant, and Song Lingsu was even more happy and relaxed.

"I used to think my father was rigorous, but these days I felt that my father was not as inaccessible as I thought." Song Lingsu looked at his father and mustered up the courage.

Song Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, looked at the admiration and respect that could not be hidden in his son's eyes, and stroked his head with his big palm: "I have been busy with government affairs for many years, but I have ignored you, it's for my father, not for my father."

He was actually a little lucky. Although this child lacked the company of his father, he did not become crooked. He was too restrictive and gentle. Fortunately, it was not too late to find out. I hope that the teachings of Taifu Fu would make him more outstanding.

Song Lingsu was very happy and said affectionately: "Father does not need to apologize, your son understands the burden you bear."

"Learn hard with the Taifu, the master leads the door to practice. It depends on yourself. How much you learn from the Taifu depends on yourself."

Song Lingsu nodded.

"Zhao Ye, you have entered the city gate." Jiang Fulai, who was sitting on the shaft of the car, reminded him.

Song Zhiyuan said: "Send the eldest young master back home first."

Song Lingsu immediately said, "Does my father want to enter the palace? If you want to enter the palace, you can ride a horse back to the house. Don't delay your father's visit to the emperor."

A gentleman also needs to learn the six arts of riding and shooting, and Song Lingsu is naturally no exception.

"The weather is getting colder. If you get colder on your horse, how can you go to the academy to report to your teacher in two days? Don't be anxious for your father!"

Song Lingsu smiled and said, "It will take only half an hour to ride a horse back to the mansion at most, and his son will still have a big cloak to keep the cold."

Song Zhiyuan was about to speak, but he felt the carriage stop and couldn't help but smile and said, "What's wrong with it?"

"Prince, there are people quarrels ahead and block the road. Do you have to clear the road or turn around?" A guard rode his horse and approached the carriage and reported.

"Let's take a detour."

Song Zhiyuan didn't care about his detour as a prime minister, instead of letting the guards clear the way. In his opinion, it was not an urgent matter, and there was no need to compete with others to show his identity.

"promise."

The carriage was about to restart, suddenly a familiar voice rushed into the eardrums of the father and son.

"You ask me if I know who you are? Then I ask you, do you know which one I am?"

Song Lingsu's face changed slightly, and he looked at his father carefully: "Father, this seems to be the voice of the fourth uncle."

What seems to be him.

Song Zhiyuan rubbed his eyebrows and said that he was about to be a father, so why did he fight with others outside?

Listen to this arrogant and domineering tone, you don’t have to get out of the car to see it. You must have put your hands on your hips and your chin facing the sky. Gao Ting who my elder brother is and who my wife is!

Song Zhiyu: You are a clairvoyant person!

"Fulai, let's go and see what's going on?"

"yes."

The carriage stopped and couldn't leave.

Song Lingsu secretly lit a wax for his fourth uncle, but why did he hit his father?

Soon, Jiang Fulai replied: "Prime Minister, it was the Fourth Master and the Seventh Master of the Ji family who were arguing, and the servants on both sides had to work."

Ji family?

Song Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Why are there a dispute?"

"For Xiangmanlou's last serving of Jinhua pastry today," Jiang Fulai reported: "The Fourth Master wants to buy this serving of Jinhua pastry for the princess to try, but the Qi Master Ji was to please the lady of the Hongxiuguan, and neither side wanted to give in."

Song Zhiyuan touched his forehead and knew that it was not a good thing, it was ridiculous.

Jiang Fulai said again: "Prince, the seventh prince of the Ji family, is said to be like Concubine Ji, and is the nephew who Concubine Ji is very fond of. He has been in Xuzhou for several years and has only returned to Beijing recently."

"I don't care who you are, beat this little guy up!" A sharp voice broke Jiang Fulai's words.
Chapter completed!