Chapter 913 The ancestor said something wrong

As the saying goes, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. After Song Lingjie handed over the equipment, he felt relieved. What should he do next? Leave it to fate. He can only take this step.

Looking at the door closed, Song Lingjie opened his eyes and sighed: "Song Lingzhao, Song Lingzhao, can you get what you want? It depends on you standing in this world."

No need to hide the secret anymore. Once you relax your body and mind, you will feel that the wounds on your back and buttocks will be so painful.

Hiss, his father was really cruel.

At that time, Song Lingzhao, who had just jumped off the horse's back to rest and drink water to replenish dry food, sneezed twice, bit a big cake, looked at the direction of Beijing, and lowered his eyes.

After eating dry food in two bites and stretching his hands and feet, Song Lingzhao said to the guards of the Xinwang Mansion who followed him: "Let's go."

Guards: "…"

This young man from the Song family is so fierce. After running these days, he is almost like a marching marches, and his thighs are not worn out?

However, they didn't know that Song Lingzhao just wanted to register for the army soon, otherwise he would be unwilling to accept this time.

...

Song Zhicheng and his wife followed Song Ci back to Chunhui Hall, and the two of them sat with a cup of tea.

Song Ci whispered to Madam Gong, who walked to the door to guard.

"At this point, don't blame the child anymore. No matter how strange it is, it will be useless."

Song Zhicheng couldn't help but say, "My son knows, and she is talking about our dereliction of duty as parents."

"Did I say it wrong?" Song Ci glared at him and said, "You two, one is in charge of the outer courtyard and the other is in charge of the inner courtyard. No matter how busy and busy the child is, it will not take a few days to find out that it is not your dereliction of duty?"

Song Zhicheng opened his mouth and wanted to argue, but was hit by Jiang's arm.

Well, he won't mess with his ancestors who protect his calf?

Song Ci caught a glimpse of Jiang's small movements and said, "I won't talk about those things anymore. Now everyone is gone, so it's meaningless to pursue who's fault."

Song Zhicheng licked his lips and whispered: "Mom, you know, what's going on in our family? Zhao'er will join the army in the future..."

"I also said that the Empress Dowager and I are still here, but we are not that far away." Song Ci said: "Just say a fallacy. The second child, if a family wants to prosper, there will be no way to go black. Studying is the main part of the Song family. But if a person is really not a material for studying, but has done something else, can't he develop out and hang himself on a tree?"

"But that's too..."

Song Ci raised her hand and slid the rosary. Now she really pulls the rosary at any time.

"I know what you mean. A big tree attracts wind. What the Song family needs most now is to take root and seek stability. But sometimes, seeking stability and success may not be a good thing, which will inevitably cause the family's pace to stagnate. The development of you and the eldest generation has been determined, but the next generation is unknown. The second and the emperor have not yet made up their minds, and the children are only in their teens. In fact, the future of the Song family is in the next generation and the next one..." She pointed to the sky.

The emperor is so short-lived. Emperor Chu looks pretty good now, but who knows when the sky will collapse? If the sky falls, the emperor will be the emperor and the ministers, it is hard to say whether Song Zhiyuan is still as powerful as he is now.

However, if the next generation stands in the right team, it may not be impossible for the rich generation to be the best, but this premise is that the children in the family must have a future.

Song Zhicheng's pupils shrank slightly.
Chapter completed!