The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

Why did you live with your sister?

Song Jingxian's whole body was tense, and a shadow seemed to be cast in his long dark eyes.

He will never forget that three years ago, when he was told by the imperial doctor that he was unable to go to the battlefield because of the cold poison in his body because of saving Song Zhao.

When he was in a desperate situation, Song Zhao never cared about him.

He thought that his little sister was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, so she didn't notice his loss.

Until Xia Qingyao begged for Shenzhi grass for him at the cost of bloodletting.

But that day when he came back from a narrow escape, Song Zhao didn't come back until two days later because he was going to a friend's house for a banquet.

During the three years of his recovery, Song Zhao also stayed in the yard all the time and never saw him once.

But Xia Qingyao boiled medicine for him every day, caring for him.

An outsider could do this for him, but his beloved sister didn't care.

Song Jingxian's lips showed a hint of self-mockery.

Sure enough, people can't make comparisons. Once they do, they will find that maybe he is not important to my sister at all.

He used to love Song Zhao so much, even if Song Zhao wanted the stars in the sky, he would find a way to give them to her.

But Song Zhao's actions made him very sad.

He didn't regret saving Song Zhao, but felt that Song Zhao's selfishness was no longer worthy of his love.

But for these reasons, Song Jingxian couldn't tell anyone.

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Zhaoyang courtyard.

Song Jinfu looked at Song Zhao's quiet appearance watering the field without saying a word, walked over and tugged at her sleeve, "Little sister, stretch out your hand."

Song Zhao stretched out his hand obediently, and in his palm was a candy wrapped in pink.

Song Jinfu said, "This is a strawberry-flavored candy, which is only available in Chang'an. Would you like it sweet?"

Song Zhao peeled off the candy wrapper and bit it into his mouth, "It's so sweet."

Song Jinfu suddenly lowered his shoulders, looked into Song Zhao's eyes with clear eyes, and said cautiously, "Little sister, if you are unhappy, you can tell third brother."

Although he thinks the little girl's well-behaved appearance is very good, but he still prefers the domineering little princess in the past.

The sun is setting, which is the most gentle time of the day.

The pink evening mist sprinkled over the boy's shoulders.

The gaze that Song Jinfu looked over was the most healing gaze in the world.

"I'm not unhappy!"

Song Zhao tilted his head, the candy in his mouth made a bulge on his cheek, soft and cute.

Song Jinfu resisted the urge to pinch his sister's face, and promised, "Little sister, don't worry, the third brother will work harder to make contributions in the future, and will support you in the future, so that no one will be wronged for you!"

"Thank you third brother!" Song Zhao grinned, like melting ice and snow, or like the moonlight suddenly appearing.

Song Jinfu felt more comfortable now. He thought of something, and asked again, "By the way, little girl, how is your body now? Do you still feel pain all over at night? I have a century-old ginseng, and I will ask the servant to boil it for you later. Come and fix it."

Song Jinfu still remembered that three years ago, two days after Song Jingxian was rescued by Shenzhicao.

Song Zhao came back from a banquet at a friend's house, and immediately fell ill. He felt chills all over his body and felt extremely painful.

After the doctor's diagnosis and treatment, he felt that it was very strange, and said that it was a sequela after soaking in cold water.

At that time, Song Zhao was nine years old, which was the most naughty age. Everyone thought that Song Zhao had gone playing with water.

But Song Jinfu, who silently followed Song Zhao, felt that something was wrong. If it was caused by cold water, why would the little girl feel uncomfortable every day?

In the past few years, he has also read a lot of medical books, but he can't find any symptoms.

Song Zhao's eyes were fixed, and he said nonchalantly, "It's just a small problem, it's already healed, the third brother should give the ginseng to the grandmother to make up for the body."

Zhao Zhaoer paid a terrible price three years ago~

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Humble begging ticket~