Zong Zhengchen: "You are all filial nephews. The three cheap uncles will definitely be pleased when they know this."

Wei Xi touched her earlobe, a little shy, "I'm a little embarrassed to be praised."

Ziye grabbed the hem of his clothes with his hands and said with a sweet smile: "Hehe, my sister and I have been filial since we were young. We are filial sons and daughters."

Qin Ye couldn't get a word in: "..."

Zong Zhengchen put the two children on the carriage and ordered someone to bring clean shoes and throw them to them.

"Change it yourself."

He turned around, picked up Qin Ye, sat him on the deck, bent down to take off her muddy embroidered shoes, and replaced them with a clean and comfortable pair.

The two little guys saw this and felt resentful: "Daddy is biased!"

Severely condemn!

Zong Zhengchen raised his eyebrows, "You only have one wife, but you can have many children. If you want brothers and sisters, just shut up."

Holding Qin Ye, he went to another carriage.

The team reorganized and set off back to Jiangnan.

Wei Xi held up her little face and laughed: "Brother, mom wants to give birth to a little brother, I like brothers~~"

Ziye was unhappy, "What brother? Daddy said that he wants to have a sister. I like sisters."

Wei Xi frowned and said, "Shut up, there are only two girls at home, me and my mother!"

With more girls, the love will be dispersed.

My younger brother is better.

"My sister is cute. I want a sister."

Wei Xi narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to grab his ear, "Zong Zheng Ziye, what do you mean? You want a sister, are you dissatisfied with me as your sister?"

Come.

Speak up.

Ziye shrank his neck, a little scared, swallowed his saliva, and said firmly: "Then you still want a younger brother, are you dissatisfied with me as your younger brother?"

Wei Xi was quite satisfied with him, and couldn't find any fault with him for the moment. After humming a few times, he said:

"Anyway, I want a younger brother, and I won't allow my mother to give birth to a younger sister!"

Ziye clenched his fist and said firmly: "I want a sister, I don't allow mother to give birth to a brother!"

"I want a brother!"

"I want a sister!"

"My younger brother is good. He will be able to protect me and my mother when he grows up. Besides, boys are strong and healthy. No one will dare to bully me in the future."

"Hello, little sister. Little sister is well-behaved, cute, obedient, sensible, and considerate. Little sister is like a little cotton-padded jacket!"

"You're talking nonsense. If the little sister is as naughty, black-bellied, and cruel as you, then she's doomed."

"Humph! If my little brother reads books every day like you and becomes a nerd, then we're really screwed!"

"Zongzheng Ziye! How dare you scold me!"

“I…Ah——!”

The long team was moving in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a carriage let out a pig-slaughtering howl and began to shake violently.

There was sex in the car!

"What's going on up front?" Qin Ye noticed the noise, lifted the curtain, and asked the attendant who was riding on horseback.

The attendant went to the front to take a look, then quickly turned back and said with a strange look on his face: "Um...Princess, Prince, the two young masters are fighting..."

Qin Ye frowned.

Why did they start fighting for no reason?

Although the two children were born on the same day and are of equal height, there are natural differences in physical strength between boys and girls. If they really fight, how can Wei Xi beat Zi Ye?

"No, I have to go and see." She pushed Zong Zhengchen away.

The man was not satisfied yet, and looked dissatisfied, "Why do you worry about those things? They are just fighting and playing around, they know their limits."

"Xi'er's hand hasn't healed yet, I'm worried she might get hurt."

Qin Ye was worried. She lifted her skirt and jumped off the carriage. She quickly walked to the front and lifted the curtain. "Xi'er, are you okay...?"

Before he could finish his words, a pig-like face with a bruised nose and swollen face appeared.

When he looked up, Zong Zheng Weixi was like a domineering little queen, looking down at Zong Zheng Ziye's elbow and holding him down tightly.

Even if one hand was injured, it would be no problem to subdue Zong Zheng Ziye.

Zong Zheng Ziye cried out in pain: "Mom! My sister hit me! It hurts so much...Ahhh!"

Qin Ye: “…”

She was originally worried that Wei Xi would get hurt, but it seems she was just being too worried.

Sure enough, the innate blood suppression of the elder sister over the younger brother has existed since ancient times thousands of years ago...