Song Zhao frowned,

Without thinking, he immediately ordered a group of maids to "moving these flowers away."

The maids were stunned for a moment, and then moved the flowers as required.

Song Jingxian was busy early in the morning. Seeing Song Zhao's reaction, his eyes dimmed and he stared at Song Zhao blankly.

After going to the battlefield, Song Jingxian looked much tougher, and his originally elegant eyebrows also had a sharp look, which was more like a prince than before.

Such a big man was so aggrieved that he was very aggrieved at this moment, as if he had suffered a huge grievance.

Song Zhao felt very angry, pointed to the clearing of the crabapple flowers, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "You have destroyed the newly scattered flower seeds I sowed yesterday."

Song Jingxian was stunned, lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, and his depression suddenly dissipated.

He thought it was his sister's annoyance to him, so he had already taken his anger to the crabapple flowers.

He rubbed his hands that were still muddy and discussed in a gentle tone, "Then I will compensate you?"

Song Zhao glanced at him and said heartbrokenly, "You can't afford to pay."

Song Jingxian, "..."

He felt that he was looked down upon by his sister.

Before, he was Zhaozhao's most powerful brother.

He felt empty in his heart, and he pursed his lips and said, "I can take out any amount of money you want. I... am very awesome."

Song Zhao glanced at him and waved his hand generously, "Forget it, the whole family will not speak two families."

She was also led by Song Jingxian. The grace of education is greater than that of heaven. No matter how much she loves money, she will never want him.

When Song Jingxian heard this, he suddenly felt a little excited. He liked his sister's words very much.

Family.

They are a family.

"Sister, do you don't like crabapple flowers anymore?" Song Jingxian remembered that Song Zhao liked crabapple flowers very much. In the past, whenever he saw crabapple flowers, he would be happy.

But now he couldn't see any joy in Song Zhao's eyes.

He couldn't understand.

Song Zhao has seen better flowers now, who still likes crabapple flowers?

Song Zhao shook his head decisively.

Song Jing curled up with his fingertips, feeling that he didn't understand his sister too much, and asked in shame, "What do you like now?"

Song Zhao shook his head, "No."

Don’t think she likes to plant flowers, she doesn’t like it.

She planted flowers just to make perfume and make medicine, mainly to make money.

What is like?

It seems that a person has spent the hundred years alone, day after day loneliness and loneliness, and his heart is as calm as every moment.

Think about it seriously.

She actually has no hobbies.

If you want to say that the only thing you like is that you also like powerful ministers.

Unfortunately, I haven't gotten anyone yet.

Song Jingxian thought that Song Zhao liked to plant flowers so much, so he must have liked it very much. Therefore, Song Zhao said no, and Song Jingxian's eyelids were slightly dark red.

"Are you?" He said hard after holding it in for a while, "I don't want to talk to my elder brother, and I don't want my elder brother to know about you?"

Song Zhao blinked.

Song Jingxian fell into self-disappointment, lowered his head decadently, his tone a little tense, "No matter what, I am your elder brother. Even if you don't like me, you have to let me know some of your things."

You always have to be a person. If I raise you so old, you will always be responsible for supporting me. You can't ignore me. You are unfilial."

Song Zhao heard this and looked at him, sighed slightly, "Brother, can you stop thinking about it?"
Chapter completed!