Xiao Yan's robe was half wet, and there were traces of water on his crown and hair. When he came out from the hanging flower door, Jin Yun, who was holding an umbrella next to him but had equally wet clothes, seemed to have rolled down into a mire.
Song Jin Xiuyuan was still watching the excitement. He was leaning in front of the door, thinking of watching Xiao Yan's joke, but unexpectedly he saw Song Tangning in his arms, who was being protected by him.
The little girl lost her vitality and leaned in Xiao Yan's arms with her eyes closed tightly.
"Tang Ning!"
Song Jinxiu instantly lost all thoughts of watching the fun, and when he hurried forward, his ungrown legs became more and more lame. He hurriedly stood in front of Xiao Yan and called out to Tang Ning, but saw that she didn't respond at all, leaning against Xiao Yan. The face in front of Yan Shen was completely bloodless.
Song Jinxiu suddenly said anxiously: "Tang Ning... Xiao Yan, what's wrong with Tang Ning?"
"Step aside."
"Xiao Yan!" Song Jinxiu saw that the person in front of him avoided him and wanted to walk out. He reached out to grab Tang Ning's arm: "Where do you want to take Tang Ning? What did you do to her..."
boom!
Xiao Yan raised his foot and kicked Song Jinxiu's leg. He saw the person who had been standing in front of him staggered in pain and hit the door frame behind him. He hugged Tangtang Ning into his arms. He looked down at Song Jinxiu, who was hunched over and holding on to the door frame to steady himself.
"Wherever I take Tang Ning, what does it have to do with you?"
"Xiao Yan..."
"Did Song Lu forget the rules I taught you?"
As soon as Xiao Yan finished speaking, Jinyun who was following him suddenly stepped forward, took an umbrella and hit Song Jinxiu hard on the lower abdomen, and then hit him where his leg was broken. Song Jinxiu let out a miserable groan and just held the door frame. When he tried to stand up straight, he was beaten and bent down again. His whole body was in pain and he knelt on the ground with a "bang" sound.
Jinyun took back his hand and said coldly: "Song Lu, my governor is higher than you. In terms of rank, you must avoid him when you see him. Next time, remember to abide by the rules and salute, and don't call him by his name. I will offend the following."
Song Jinxiu felt a knot in her stomach and was covered in cold sweat: "I just care about Tang Ning..."
"In what capacity do you care about her?"
The previous gentleness in front of the Qian family had faded away, and his eyes, darkened by the night, were extremely indifferent.
He was holding someone in his arms and standing in the shadow of the corridor. The lantern above his head was swaying in the wind. When the flickering light and shadow fell on his face, a suffocating frost filled the air.
"I am her brother..."
"The brother who wants his life?"
Xiao Yan sneered: "If you need me to remind you what the Song family did to Tang Ning, or if you need me to help you recall how you treated her, she hates you so much that she has already expelled her from the Song family. If you think She could forcefully involve her by keeping her surname Song, so the governor changed her surname in advance."
The surname Xiao is not bad either.
During this period of time, he had been busy with the Lu family and forgot about the Song family. Xiao Yan turned to look at Jinyun aside.
"Tomorrow I will take people to the ancestral graves of the Song family and bring back the coffins of Mrs. Rong and his wife. Then we will go to the Song family and remove their names from the Song family to prevent some unscrupulous people from disturbing them. quiet."
Song Jinxiu turned pale and raised his head suddenly.
Song Tangning's parents were buried near the main tomb, and the tombs of the Song family's ancestors were almost all connected together. If they wanted to open the tomb for Song Xi and his wife, most of the Song family's ancestral tombs would have to be dug up.
If this is the case, I am afraid that the entire Song family will hate them so much, and the souls of generations of Song family ancestors will not be able to rest in peace.
"Xiao Yan, how dare you..."
Well……
Just as Song Jinxiu shouted fiercely, Jinyun hit him in the face with an umbrella handle.
"Song Lu, you have exceeded the rules."
Song Jinxiu was beaten so painfully that he fell backwards. His whole body hit the door frame with a loud noise, and the bullying mad dog next to Xiao Yan was holding the umbrella handle as if he wanted to hit him again.
The harsh words in Song Jinxiu's mouth ended, and when he opened his mouth, his words were slurred and filled with blood.
"Second uncle and the others have been dead for many years. Although my father was at fault, the Song family still pays homage every year. You are the one who disturbed their peace by opening the grave. The Rong family has no heirs. The second uncle and the others left the Song family without souls." Therefore, Tang Ning will never agree to anyone who comes to worship them in the future!"
Hearing this, Xiao Yan turned to look at him: "Who said the Rong family has no heirs? If Tang Ning recruits a wife, the future children will naturally be named Rong."
"Besides..."
He hugged the petite figure in his arms a little tighter, remembering the reason for her coma, his eyes became serious:
"The Song family may not be the place where their souls return. It may be the place where they died. It is the incense that makes money and kills. I am afraid that the souls of Mr. Song and others will be uneasy."
Song Jinxiu's heart skipped a beat and she looked at him: "What do you mean?"
Xiao Yan didn't answer his doubts. He only glanced at him, then turned around and walked out with Tang Ning in his arms.
"Xiao Yan, don't leave!" Song Jinxiu hissed: "What did you mean by what you just said?!"
What does it mean that the Song family is the place where the second uncle and the others died?
What is the incense of seeking wealth and killing? !
Song Jinxiu endured the severe pain and grabbed the door frame to get up. He was lame and wanted to catch up to Xiao Yan and ask what Xiao Yan meant. However, as soon as he chased down the steps, Jin Yun pushed him back.
"Get out of the way!"
Song Jinxiu wanted to push Jinyun away, but was blocked. Seeing Xiao Yan leaving, he could only hiss in the direction: "Xiao Yan, don't leave, please explain to me clearly..."
boom!
The umbrella in Jinyun's hand had already been given to Xiao Yan. At this moment, standing in the rain, he pushed back and Song Jinxiu stumbled to the ground.
"How much more clarification do you want from the governor about Song Lu?" He felt that the Song family was particularly annoyed: "The Song family is full of mud, it harmed our girl, and she has never been kind to her parents. You are entangled with her and asked my governor What do you mean, why not go back and ask your closest relatives how Second Master Song and the others died back then."
Song Jinxiu raised his head: "What do you mean..."
"The implication is that this is not the first time that your Song family has murdered a close relative."
Jinyun sneered, and without waiting for Song Jinxiu's reply, he turned around and strode out.
The rain was pouring down, making people's skin and flesh hurt.
Song Jinxiu leaned on the ground and tried to get up, but the severe pain in his left leg made him fall back twice. His leg bones seemed to be cut out with a knife. His crown was spread out, and his hair was wet and stuck to his face. The pale figure became more and more desolate.
He could only watch helplessly as Xiao Yan and his servants left the Qian family, while he collapsed on the ground with red eyes and punched the ground next to him full of anger.
"Song Lu things."
When the water splashed, someone suddenly spoke.
There was an umbrella above his head to block the heavy rain. Song Jinxiu looked up and found that the servants of the Qian family had arrived beside him at some point. Even Qian Baokun, who had never been seen before, was standing at arm's length holding an umbrella.
"Qian Shangshu..." Song Jinxiu was embarrassed.
Qian Baokun said: "Let Song record the matter."
The servants of the Qian family helped Song Jinxiu to stand up. When they held an umbrella to block the wind and rain above his head and helped him to the front hall corridor, Qian Baokun waved his hand to let the servants retreat.
He raised his eyes and looked at the young man, who was covered in mud and looked like a drowned rat. He had seen him in high spirits, and he had also seen him in such a young age that everyone in the court praised him and had a bright future. However, at this moment, his face was pale. Even when standing, I have to lean against the wall for strength.
The clothes that he tried to be neat but still didn't fit well made him look even more miserable.
