Chapter 917 The blessing of the Song family

Song Lingjie was almost hanging on his servant Tian Hai, and he was half-carried and half-held and left his uncle's residence.

Tian Hai felt very distressed and said, "Young Master, can you still stand it? Otherwise, I would ask Uncle Fuquan to hire an imperial physician to show you the injury? Master is really cruel."

He was beaten up so hard, and despite the injuries on the young master, he came to the palace with a lot of effort.

Song Lingjie smiled, stood in the yard, looked at the clear blue sky, and said, "It's okay, your young master is alive."

Not only did he survive, but Song Lingzhao also survived.

Uncle didn't tell anything, but he knew that the matter was revealed.

However, I don’t know if I can see that guy in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

Song Lingjie smiled slightly and sighed. The wound on his back and buttocks also started to burn. He pulled Tian Hai forward and lay on him.

"Young master, I can't walk anymore, carry me out and apply some medicine."

Tian Hai whined, immediately carried him and walked out quickly.

Inside the house.

Song Zhicheng re-expressed his boss with a wink, sat down again, and saw that there was no clue on his face, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Is this going to catch the bastard, or is it up to him?

"Well, brother, don't be too angry. I will send someone to chase me when I go back. If I speed up the horse and whip day and night, I will be able to chase me back." Song Zhicheng said tentatively.

In fact, a family like them, Song Lingzhao has joined the army, and they can still get the people back.

Song Zhiyuan smiled: "As my mother said, what can we make up for the children's ways by relying on their abilities?"

Song Zhicheng: "..."

This means, don't care?

Song Zhiyuan patted his shoulder and said, "Dragon, you have given birth to a good son. Jie'er is smarter than I imagined. It's not easy to have such a calculation at his age."

When Song Zhicheng heard this, his chest was straightened, his eyes were full of pride, but his face was serious: "How old is a bad boy? How can he afford to praise you? He also needs to teach and teach more by his elder brother."

Song Zhiyuan shook his head: "He deserves it. It is a blessing for my Song family to have such a son."

Song Zhicheng couldn't help but grin, but he held back and said, "Where is more places to study than Su'er."

Speaking of the eldest son, Song Zhiyuan was silent for a while and said, "Su'er is good. He is okay with his personality, but Jie'er can see the long term and plan better than him."

"Big brother?"

"All good children are all good children, and they are the hope and future of my Song family. We need to be carefully cultivated." Song Zhiyuan didn't say much about his eldest son, but he had a secret measure in his heart. In the future, the younger son must pay attention to his upbringing.

"Brother means, go to Yuzhao'er?"

Song Zhiyuan nodded, lowered his voice, and said, "Jie'er also planned to be right. It's always right not to put the eggs in a basket. Zhao'er likes Wu. Since this is the case, it is God's will. If he can make a fortune in the northwest, it will be considered as leaving one more root for the family."

Song Zhicheng licked his lips and whispered: "Will that person think too much?"

"Everyone will always think more." Song Zhiyuan said lightly: "But the second son, how many families in the capital, can go to the end? There are also families that coexist with civil and military affairs. The Song family has only been rising for thirty years, and it is still far from the unshakable tree in the sky. How many years will it take to truly grow into that big tree."
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