After wearing the interstellar, His Majesty is so handsome

Chapter 66 Argument ([-])

Song Qinghui said: "Mom, you came just in time. Are you done with other things? How about I go over and do something for you. I have nothing to do here alone."

Seeing this, Mrs. Song was relieved and said: "No need, the mother's work has been done, you can sit here and have fun with your sister, and look at her. She just came here, so it's inevitable that she doesn't understand something. You have a chance to remind me." her."

"Okay, but, Mom, there is one thing I don't understand." Song Qinghui asked.

It was rare to hear Qinghui ask herself a question, Madam Song said enthusiastically, "Say it."

"I heard that this family banquet was requested by Mr. Song. It was held in a hurry, and all the children of the family were invited to attend as much as possible, and their homework was assessed on the spot. What's the secret behind this?"

Song Qinghui thought of how sudden this banquet was, and couldn't help thinking.

She was originally raised as the eldest daughter of the family, so she still has some sensitivity.

"This, mom doesn't know either."

"Didn't Dad tell Mom?"

What is it, even my mother has to hide it.

"It might be something important, let's not worry about it, your dad will tell us then, don't think about it, and don't inquire about it, it's not good for us."

"Got it, Mom."

Hearing their conversation, Song Jinsheng couldn't help thinking of the recent news from his subordinates that there was a change in the northern galaxy.

If there is no accident, the Song family must have got some news and is ready to take action by doing so.

It seems that she has to go back to prepare in advance, but she still has to finish the work at hand.

With Song Qinghui's assurance, Mrs. Song looked at her second daughter who had just returned, and said, "Jinsheng, after school these few days, don't run around, follow your sister, and don't leave the galaxy."

"I see." Song Jinsheng said.

She didn't hear Song Jinsheng calling her mother, and Mrs. Song felt a little lost. After a few seconds, she heard Qinghui ask: "Dad told mom not to let us leave the galaxy?"

"Yes, that's what your dad told me. Let me tell you, remember, don't go out these days, you just go to class with peace of mind as usual."

Song Qinghui had some guesses in her heart that she couldn't leave the galaxy, which meant that there must be some danger outside the Carat galaxy, which made her father so solemnly instruct her mother.

As for the specific danger, she naturally didn't know.

"Okay, we don't want to think about these things anymore. I guess we will know what happened by then. Dad didn't tell us, it must be for our own good." Mrs. Song stopped thinking about these things.Then he focused on the family banquet this time, and said to Song Qinghui, "You and Jinsheng eat and drink well, just pay attention to safety on weekdays."

"Good mother."

Patriarch Song didn't tell them that he had his own ideas.Song Jinsheng had a rough idea of ​​what was going on, and he didn't tell them that this kind of thing was regarded as a military secret, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

On the other side, Patriarch Song sat there contemplating, frowning so tightly that he could kill a fly.

Song Qingji suddenly asked: "Patriarch, don't we usually take the exam once a year? Why is it so much earlier this year? Do we need to take the exam again when the Chinese New Year comes?"

"This, I can't tell you personally. You will know after a while. As for whether to take the exam during the Chinese New Year, it depends on the situation." Patriarch Song replied.

If the situation is critical, I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the assessment, and no one can tell what the fate will be at that time.

"The junior understands." He sat there obediently without asking any further questions.

He didn't get the answer he wanted from the head of the house, so he was sensible and didn't ask much.

As soon as the words were finished, Yaoyao, a drunk who was sitting next to the Song family, stood up, picked up her wine glass, and ran in front of him.

The alcoholic's drunken eyes stared at him dully for a while, then hiccupped, and patted his shoulder so hard that it almost crushed his body.

This drunkard looked very strong, and his physical fitness level was above average.

It is conceivable that when the drunkard slapped him, his body could hardly bear it.

He raised his head and felt that he had rarely seen this elder, so that he didn't know which family he belonged to for a while.

The drunkard patted Song Qingji, breathed out the alcohol in his mouth, and said boldly: "Nephew, you did a good job in the hall just now, come, uncle to offer you a glass."

After finishing speaking, the drunkard drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.

Song Qingji looked at the tea on the table, picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

The alcoholic also seemed to have noticed that Song Qingji was drinking tea, so he opened his mouth and said, "Nephew, you can't just drink tea, it's polite to drink, come and put the tea aside, uncle will fill it up for you."

"Uncle, no need, the younger generation doesn't know how to drink." Song Qingji quickly refused.

"Oh? It's not going to work, it doesn't look like a man. Don't talk about it, what's so good about drinking, let's practice this amount of alcohol, what are we afraid of?"

As the drunkard said, his hands were not idle, he picked up another wine glass on the table, filled it with wine, and handed it to Song Qingji.

Song Qingji didn't accept it, and it didn't matter if he didn't. The two of them kept at a stalemate. The drunkard had the intention of not taking it and putting down the wine glass. In the end, he had no choice but to take the wine glass, put it to his mouth, dipped some, and then put it down.

How much wine is poured in the glass is still how much when it is placed on the table.

The drunkard looked at it, and asked Song Qingji directly: "Nephew, you can't do this. Uncle has already poured wine for you, and uncle himself drank it quietly. Why don't you drink it?" ? You look down on uncle."

"No, Uncle, I didn't mean that, it's just that this strong wine is too much to bear, and the junior can't drink it no matter what."

Hearing Song Qingji reply like this, the drunkard felt a little angry in his heart, and said loudly: "Nonsense, uncle has never heard of a person who can't drink, you must give uncle a drink today!"

"Uncle, I really can't!"

"It's a man who can't say he's not good enough, drink quickly!" The drunkard was firm.

He picked up the wine glass and stuffed it directly into Song Qingji's hand.

It's not a big deal, he actually wanted to take Qing Ji's hand and pour this glass of wine into his mouth.

Patriarch Song at the side couldn't stand it any longer, and directly scolded the alcoholic: "Mingtian, nonsense! It's fine if Qing Ji doesn't drink, don't force him, and sit back in his seat."

"Big brother, wait a minute, I have to let him make peace today, I don't believe me, I still can't deal with a brat. Hahaha."

"Uncle Mingtian, I really can't drink it!" Qing Ji wondered.

"Would you die if you drank it? Huh?"

Faced with Mingtian's pressing force, Song Qingji had no choice but to ask Patriarch Song beside him for help.

Seeing Song Qingji's eyes begging for help, Patriarch Song pulled Song Mingtian over: "Okay, cousin, enough is enough."

"Cousin, no, I just want him to drink a glass of wine. What's the problem? This junior is not sensible at all. Do you know whose child it is?" Song Mingtian was pulled back to his seat, rambling Said.

(End of this chapter)