Song Zhiqing was eager to make people agree. When he heard Jingshui ask this, he blurted out his words when he asked Song Zhiyuan.

"Do you believe there is a saying in this world that you have resurrected the soul?"

Jingshui was stunned and had goose bumps on her back inexplicably.

Song Zhiqing stared at her calmly, with an urgent expression of believing you.

Jingshui took a breath, pondered for a while, and said, "Since ancient times, Pangu created the world, Nuwa created humans. The legend has been passed down for thousands of years. The world is so big. It is not surprising that there is such a saying. I have read it, and some strange novels have also written about the fact that the orphans seized their corpses."

Therefore, although I have never seen the corpse and resurrected my soul, I am not unbelievable.

Song Zhiqing's eyes flashed lightly and said, "You believe it too."

Jingshui answered the question that was not the question, saying, "The world is so great that there are all kinds of wonders."

"As you said, what should I do if this lonely ghost takes over the body?"

"Of course, I'm asking the master to open an altar to kill evil spirits and suppress demons."

Song Zhiqing narrowed his eyes and glanced at Jingshui, changed the subject and said, "The Bai family is gone. You have never been married. You have been staying in the Song family for a long time, which has delayed you."

Jingshui's face turned slightly red and she said, "I never thought about getting married, and it's the same now. It's also my blessing to serve the fifth master and the lady well."

"Is that right?" Song Zhiqing looked at her up and down, and looked at her stupid son who was already squatting under the tree and holding branches and slashing ants. He withdrew his gaze and asked the servant to push him away.

Jingshui blessed her gift and watched Song Zhiqing walk away, her eyes unrecognizable.

"Mom." Song Lingyi rushed over and hugged her.

Jingshui quickly lowered her head, took out a handkerchief to wipe his face dirty by the soil, and said softly: "Fifth Young Master, I am just a servant, so I shouldn't call that, especially outside, I can only call me Jingshui."

"Jingshui, aunt?" Song Lingyi changed his mouth, his clear eyes with dependence.

"Oh." Jingshui's eyes were soft and she hugged him. Thinking of the letters she had received over the years, she couldn't help but sigh.

How can a little cub raised by himself be free from affection?

...

The servant who was serving the small study room was silent. When the prime minister came back from outside, his face looked too ugly. He was even darker than the darkness before the rainstorm. His majestic aura was whizzing out, making people dare not breathe for a moment, for fear that he would pant and startle the prime minister and would be unable to save his life.

Song Zhiyuan sat on a big ring chair, pinching his eyebrows, and his face looked dim and unclear.

Resurrection with a corpse?

Song Zhiyuan's eyes opened, his lips were pursed, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes.

If someone who always thinks that Song Xiang is gentle here on weekdays, when he sees this look, he is afraid that he will kneel down and call him father, it will be so scary.

This is the powerful Song Xiang. He is just an illusion, and his domineering and cruelty are his essence.

"grandfather."

A soft and cute childish voice sounded from the door. When a small figure appeared at the door, Song Zhiyuan's domineering majesty momentum had completely subsided, and he looked at the little bun with a smile: "Yu'er is here."

The eldest grandson Song Jingyu, wearing a cool summer shirt, came to him and saluted him as if he was looking. Then, without waiting for Song Zhiyuan's instructions, he climbed onto his knees with both hands and feet.

Song Zhiyuan didn't mind either, but just hugged him and fell in love with his grandparents and grandchildren, then he asked Song Jingyu: "Yu'er, what should I do if someone is causing trouble to my Song family's foundation and luck?"

Song Jingyu was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "If you are in trouble with the Song family, kill him, kill him!"

Song Zhiyuan: “…”

"Who taught you this?"

He likes it so violently.
Chapter completed!