Chapter 813 Wish you didn't know the conscription order

Song Lingzhao rode his horse back home with a little excitement on his face. He got off at Dongjiao Gate, threw the reins to the gatekeeper who came up, and hurriedly walked in.

"Zhao'er just came back from outside?"

Song Lingzhao stopped, saw the person in front of him clearly, and bowed and bowed: "Uncle San, you are here too."

Song Zhiqing curled his lips and smiled slightly, "Uncle San has just returned home, but you are following me." He looked at the figure of this nephew, and secretly competed with him, and said, "You are so tall this year, you are almost taller than Uncle San."

Song Lingzhao scratched his head and said, "Maybe because I practice martial arts on weekdays, I eat a lot."

"It's okay, it's said that half-aged boys eat poor mothers. Your mother has a rich dowry, and no matter how much you eat, you can afford it."

Song Lingzhao laughed, but felt a little confused. Why did he listen to Uncle San’s tone feel sour and strange, and he felt strange.

"Zhaoer's Dragon Boat Festival is a hit, and your parents have also received benefits. However, as an elder, the third uncle warns you that you should not be proud of it, and be cautious about being arrogant and impatient."

Song Lingzhao hurriedly said, "My nephew is following the third uncle's teachings."

Song Zhiqing patted his shoulder and sighed: "The greatest ability of your father in his life is to give birth to you and Jie'er."

Song Lingzhao: “…”

Didn’t you marry my mother?

However, this sarcastic spirit really makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Song Lingzhao grinned: "San Uncle Sanzan. Who, don't you leave?"

Song Zhiqing's hand froze, shrank back, coughed, and headed to the backyard. He had something to say to Lu. He touched the things in his sleeves, and he was more confident.

Song Lingzhao watched him leave, ran back to his yard and headed straight for Song Lingjie's west wing.

"Brother!"

Song Lingjie was practicing calligraphy in front of the window, but suddenly he shouted, and his hands were trembling. The words in his pen were crooked and the whole text was ruined.

He sighed helplessly as he looked at the words, threw the pen into the pen, then crumpled the paper into a ball, and then threw it at Song Lingzhao.

Song Lingzhao raised his hand and grabbed the paper ball in his hand. He smiled and leaned over: "You can't beat it."

Song Lingjie took out a piece of paper in anger and spread it out, saying, "You don't have to howl so much, I'm not as old as I'm still."

"Don't I have something to say?"

Song Lingjie didn't raise his head and said, "I heard your excited tone, why did the conscription order come out?"

"You know?"

Song Lingjie said: "I heard from Your Highness yesterday. Today, I heard from several gentlemen in the study. I thought you would be able to hear the news when you go out."

"You are not brother enough, why don't you tell me?" Song Lingzhao was a little depressed.

Song Lingjie looked up at him and said, "To be honest, I don't actually want you to know, because you know, you will definitely leave."

Song Lingzhao was stunned.

He leaned against the window and said briskly: "Didn't we all agree?"

"I'm going to say goodbye, but once you go, I don't know how many years it will take to see you again, and I don't know if you can see you or not. Have you ever been separated from me since I was in my mother's stomach? So I would rather you don't know."

The battlefield is cruel and fierce, but it is not just as easy as saying it, but he is also afraid of losing it.

"Nonsense, you go and be a companion for Your Highness and live in the palace all the time, so that's apart."

"Stop making jokes, you know what I mean." Song Lingjie snorted coldly.

Song Lingzhao: “…”
Chapter completed!