Song Zixuan had an indifferent expression, and he was still fiddling with a string of Bodhi beads in his slender white fingers.
"Don't worry, Father. Your sons will cooperate with you and take good care of Fufeng.
I hope you and your sister return safely."
Song Jinming picked up the wine glass and took another gulp, finishing it in one gulp.
"I wonder how Mu Bai and Sheng'er are doing on the road."
Song Jinming worried about everything he could tonight.
Finally he got drunk.
Song Jiujiu looked at her drunken father and sighed.
"Dad is so drunk, can he lead the troops away tomorrow?"
"Don't worry, Jiu'er. If your father can't get up tomorrow, then grandpa will take over and lead the troops to war!"
Song Chengzhang winked at his little granddaughter, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip with a smile.
Song Jiujiu: "??"
"Grandpa, are you serious?"
“Of course, it’s more real than pearls!
Don’t look at Grandpa’s age, but when it comes to leading troops in battle, he’s better than your father!”
Song Chengzhang straightened his back.
"Grandpa, it seems you are drunk too. You should go and have a rest."
Song Zixuan's faint voice came from the side.
Without waiting for Song Chengzhang to react, the brothers Song Zixian and Song Wenyu had already helped Song Chengzhang up, one on each side, and were about to take him to rest.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you two little bastards doing!
Your grandpa, I haven’t had enough to drink yet!"
Seeing this, Song Jiujiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "So grandpa is drunk too."
She turned her head to look at Rong Yanqing, who was sitting quietly and thoughtfully.
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