Pseudo-orthopedics
The Marquis' Mansion in Zhenguo lost a child, and Song Jin was the one to replace that child. The Marquis' Mansion treated her very well and raised her from an orphan to a beautiful and noble girl.
Even her high-ranking, taciturn brother indulged her in every possible way.
In addition to her status as the legitimate daughter of the Song family, she also accepted the marriage with the second son of the Minister of Household Affairs.
Fu Xun is gentle and polite, but when he sees her, he turns into a little stutterer, and the tips of his ears are always red, which is very funny.
But for some reason, whenever he meets Fu Xun, his brother always happens to pass by.
Song Zhen, who was dressed in a fierce official manner, swept her long eyebrows sharply, took her away from the young man, and then in the deserted corridor, scolded her with a livid face: "Don't provoke outsiders."
Song Jin also pointed at his brother's tall and lean back, but he only dared to whisper: "What an outsider? She will be engaged to Fu Xun at the end of next year."
The elder brother was very busy on weekdays, and now he was twenty-two. He was busy with official duties all day long, and he had not even decided to get married. It was not that he did not talk about getting married on weekdays. He always blocked it out because of his busy official duties. But for some reason, whenever she met Fu Xun, he was free.
Winter is approaching in an instant, and the marriage between the Marquis of Zhenguo and the Minister of Household Affairs has spread throughout the city.
However, the Miss Song family disappeared mysteriously the day before the wedding banquet. Song Zhen, the eldest son of the Song family, was so angry that he took three months' leave and disappeared for three months.
At midnight, there was only a dim lamp burning in the room of the legitimate son of the Song Dynasty, and a figure was reflected on the window.
Song Zhen sat at the table, his head facing the bed, his sleeves beating with the candlelight, his body leaning back slightly, and a few uncontrollable moans escaped from his tense jaw from time to time...
After a long time, he stood up and brushed his fingers through Song Jin's hair falling from his forehead, revealing a beautiful and bright face.
"After tomorrow, I will just be the little sister of my elder brother."
Song Zhen didn't know that the small ball huddled under the brocade quilt had listened to everything.
Concept: Of course siblings are more important!
