Chapter 915 The naughty child sang the military story

"Prince, the second master and the third master are here."

As soon as Song Zhiyuan went to the inner gate of the palace, Fuquan, the confidant servant who was guarding the exit of the inner gate, bowed respectfully.

Song Zhiyuan was a little surprised: "Why did the second brother and Jie'er come here? What happened in the mansion?"

"The second master didn't say much, but I saw that the third master seemed to be injured and could not sit down, but lying down." Fuquan fell behind him and whispered: "Listen to the second master and the third master, the injury on his body seemed to be beaten by the second master."

Song Zhiyuan paused slightly and his eyebrows jumped slightly.

The second man is not a person who can beat children. How serious is this that he is violent.

Things must be not simple.

Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but speed up his pace.

When she returned to her residence, Song Zhiyuan saw the father and son in the room. When Song Zhicheng saw him, he glared at Song Lingjie and said, "Get up and kneel down to your uncle."

Song Lingjie got up from the resting couch and knelt on the ground, so disobedient.

Seeing that the nephew was pale, the father and son were singing this scene again, and their temples couldn't help but jump.

I have a bad premonition.

"What's going on? Get up and talk."

Song Zhicheng snorted and said, "Brother, let him kneel down and say."

Song Zhiyuan glanced at him and said, "Didn't he say he was injured? If the injury worsens, it's not your father's heartbreaking, so get up."

"That's what he deserves, so I don't feel sorry for him." Song Zhicheng said with a dark face: "Brother, you don't know how powerful he is. He conspired with Zhaoer to hide his family and helped Fu Zhaoer sneak to Gansu to join the army."

Song Zhiyuan staggered and turned around to look at Song Lingjie who was about to get up: "What, join the army? Then you should kneel down."

The naughty child did a good job and helped his brother join the army. He had to kneel down.

Song Lingjie: "..."

Is it fun to tease him?

After all, Song Zhiyuan was a person who had been in the upper hand for a long time. Although he was a little shocked when he heard the news, he quickly calmed down and sat in the main seat.

"Tell me, what's going on with the army?"

Song Zhicheng didn't say anything, but walked to the table to pour tea. He first to toast the boss, and then he held a cup on his left hand.

Anyway, if the boss is responsible for anything, he will just listen.

Facing his own uncle, Song Lingjie did not dare to hide anything, nor did he dare to use any tricks. He honestly recounted what good things he and Song Lingzhao did.

Song Zhiyuan sipped tea, with no expression of anger, amazement or other expression on his face, as if he was listening to something that had nothing to do with him.

But a layer of sweat oozed from Song Lingjie's forehead. The invisible pressure on his uncle was pressing towards him like a mountain, making him breathless and his face became paler.

Not to mention Song Lingjie, this naughty child, even Song Zhicheng was so arrogant that he didn't dare to breathe, but he was tense.

"Why did you think of going to Gansu? If you want to join the army, your fourth aunt's barracks will definitely be able to get a place in it. No matter how bad it is, the King of Dingbei in the northeast is also our family's in-laws. Going there is always better than the northwest." Song Zhiyuan asked lightly.

Song Lingjie didn't dare to say it, but just looked around and was a little cautious.

A trace of praise flashed through Song Zhiyuan's eyes. He knew that he would avoid taboos, but his face was not revealed and he said indifferently: "It's nothing, but it's okay."
Chapter completed!