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

In the dim bedroom, with only one lamp lit, it was quiet and depressing.

Song Zhao wore a crescent-white snow-covered veil skirt, and the temperature was low at night. When she went out, Bell put a brocade-embellished wool cloak on her outside.

There is a circle of fox fur embroidered on the neckline, and the fluffy hair sticks to the little girl's fair face, making her look even more immature and petite.

She didn't seem to see Song Jingxian's full sense of repulsion, and she calmly walked to his side, reaching for the flagon on the table.

"What are you doing?" Song Jingxian pressed Song Zhao's hand. He was facing the wind, and the cold wind was blowing in. His long crow-green hair was rustling with the wind, setting off wanton and frantic arcs, making his facial features more three-dimensional and neat.

Wearing a black long-sleeved robe, the color is as dark as ink, which sets him off even more cold and indifferent.

Song Zhao's stature has not yet been raised, even if Song Jingxian is sitting, he is still a head taller than her.

In front of him, she was a small ball, looking thin and slender, raised her eyes slightly to look at him, and said in a soft voice, "The imperial doctor told you not to touch alcohol before you recover, otherwise the attack will be even more uncomfortable. "

Song Jingxian stared at her with lowered eyes. He had a pair of deep socket eyes, and his upper eyelids were sunken downwards. When he was not talking, he looked very depressed.

In the next second, he snatched the flagon from Song Zhao's hands, and took a long gulp of the wine indifferently, "Do you still remember what the imperial physician told me?"

When he needed her care the most, she never stepped by his side.

Now that the daylilies are cold, don't you think it's ridiculous that she ran over eagerly to show her kindness?

Song Zhao was not discouraged, and said quietly, "Grandmother said that she will find a doctor to cure you. Before that, you should take care of your health and not give up on yourself."

If she wanted to cure him, if Song Jingxian was allowed to die like this.

That's really not even the gods of Da Luo can save it.

The little girl's soft voice was the same as before.

The toxins in Song Jingxian's body gushed out uncontrollably, paralyzing his body bit by bit.

He needs to drink constantly to suppress the discomfort.

"I don't need you to take care of my affairs." The man's brows and eyes were cold, and his voice was even more indifferent as snow, as if it came from the distant sky, alienated and piercing.

Seeing that he wanted to continue drinking, Song Zhao suddenly raised his hand and knocked the table to the ground.

The jug and the wine glass all fell to the ground.

The atmosphere froze.

Song Jingxian came to his senses quickly, the corners of his eyes were scarlet, and he couldn't suppress his irritability, "Song Zhao, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I said, you can't drink."

Song Zhao still had that quiet look, but when she said this, she carried a force that didn't match her age.

Song Jingxian gritted his teeth and stared at her.

She is so small, but she is not afraid of him at all, and looks at him openly.

Song Jingxian used to like her younger sister's eyes the most, they are round and full of aura, like a lake whose bottom can be seen at a glance, clean and pure.

It's a pity that he only now understands that her heart is so selfish and cold.

It felt like something was blocking my heart.

Song Jingxian really didn't understand, how could Song Zhao still be able to get along with him so righteously right now.

Suddenly, a gust of scarlet air gushed out of his throat, and Song Jingxian fell to the ground uncontrollably, coughing up a mouthful of black blood.

Song Zhao knelt down in front of him, raised his hand to caress his forehead, and said seriously, "You have a fever."

"I will become like this, isn't it all because of you?" Song Jingxian couldn't help but sneer. People are very fragile when they are sick. After facing the belated care of his sister, he suppressed the grievance and depression for three years. out.