Chapter 233 Chapter 32: Reveal

The sky was bright and the wind outside the window blew in through the cracks of the window. Song Zhiyuan's bed was embroidered with auspicious clouds and the tent was slightly whirled. The breeze was like an ant, which penetrated into Song Zhibin's heart, making him shivering.

A needle fell in the room for a moment.

Song Heng took a few steps, looked at the bed with his hand, and asked him lightly: "Brother, what were you doing just now?"

Song Zhibin came back to his senses and took a step back. There was pain and fear on his face, and there was panic and struggle after being discovered. He didn't know what it felt. He took two steps back, blocked his bed, and pursed his lips coldly.

, looking like he was keeping people from thousands of miles away: "It's nothing, I'll talk to Eleven, what are you doing when you hide behind the screen?!"

He was obviously harsh and weak on the inside. Song Heng stared at him carefully until his scalp was numb, and then he said softly: "Brother, you once said that you hate me because I am not your younger brother and are not worthy of being.

Your brother, what about Eleven?"

He looked at Song Zhibin and sighed: "He is the younger brother of your mother."

For some reason, Song Heng's tone, which seemed to know everything, was like a needle, piercing into Song Zhibin's heart.

He almost wanted to sneer silently.

What qualifications does Song Heng have to question him?

He is the eldest son of the dignified mansion. No matter what he is, he should be the most noble person in this mansion, but his popularity was stolen by Song Heng.

My father almost looked at him like his eyes!

This is the case now, how will it be in the future?

When Song Heng becomes older, there is no place for him to live in this mansion. Could it be that as the eldest son, he still has to bow down and watch Song Heng’s face and rest assured?!

If it weren't for Song Heng, he would be happy to be a good brother.

When we reach this point today, we are all forced by Song Heng.

He looked at Song Heng with alert and sneered: "I don't understand what you said, I just came to see Eleven." He stared at Song Heng, thinking about countermeasures in his heart, and began to blame him again.

Song Heng: "What are you doing when you hide here sneakily?! It's not enough to hurt Eleven, do you still want to be unfavorable to Eleven?!"

Song Heng's eyes gradually became sharp: "Who is the one who is causing Eleven? Isn't you defeated now? Brother, you really can turn things around."

Since she had already tore her face, Song Zhibin took a deep breath, looked at Song Heng sinisterly, and suddenly sneered: "Who is turning the tables? Eleventh, you were imprisoned in the imperial prison, and something happened in your place

Yes, you will be the one who has anything to do with him!”

Song Heng looked at him and his eyes became colder: "Brother, I respect you older than me, and I am the eldest brother in the family, so I will ask you again, why do you do this on Eleventh?"

As if he was stimulated by this sentence, Song Zhibin felt it was ridiculous. He sneered, and at this moment he didn't care about his rationality. He immediately curled his lips in disgust: "Stop calling me brother! I don't have a younger brother like you who has an unknown origin."

!You are just a bastard, relying on your beauty, you are willing to be inferior to you."

This is extremely sarcastic and harsh. It should not be the words that a young man who was raised by the Marquis's family should say. It is simply decent. Song Heng's face became worse and worse, and his body moved slightly.

But before he moved, someone was already faster than him. He rushed forward a few steps and kicked Song Zhibin directly to the ground with a flying kick.

Song Zhibin was stunned by the kick and was about to change his face on the spot. However, when he raised his head and saw the person who was attacking, his anger turned into panic. Almost all the eyes in his eyes were about to pop out, and he shouted: "Father."

!”

Why is Song Xiangyu here?

He clearly hid outside and confirmed that his father and mother had left, and then he saw the opportunity to come in.

Could it be

He suddenly looked at Song Heng, as if he had some insights--No wonder Song Heng turned out from behind the screen just now. Song Heng had been waiting here for a long time. He did it on purpose, and he had already known it!

Song Zhibin felt a mess in his heart. He felt his chest was stuffy and unable to breathe. His heart was caught by huge fear. He shook his lips, supported his hands on the ground and moved back subconsciously, shook his head in panic: "No, no

No, Father, it’s not me, I don’t! I don’t!"

He choked and hugged his head with his hands: "It's not me who did it, it's Song Heng!" As if he had found the words, he stared at Song Xiangyu tightly: "Father, it's Song Heng who plotted against me! You know, he

It was the Jinyiwei. The Jinyiwei listened to him. He did it on purpose. He had planned it and was specially prepared to frame me."

Song Xiangyu's face turned pale.

He did not expect that the person who kept his brotherly love was always polite and claimed that he wanted to seek justice for Song Shiyi to kill Song Heng's eldest son, but he was the real mastermind behind the scenes.

Suddenly, a little tiredness surged into his heart. He felt that his heart was hit hard and his mood was difficult to calm down.

Song Heng lowered his head and did not speak out.

This embarrassing and feeling that the endless silence was suffocating. Song Zhibin was so scared that his hands and feet were cold. He was as crazy as he turned his head and looked at the bed, and then denied loudly: "It's not me! It was not me! I'm just here to see it.

Look at Eleven, I'll just take a look at him! You want to frame me again, and this has been like this since childhood. You are deliberately favoring Song Heng, and you have been partial since childhood!"

As he spoke, he wanted to believe it himself.

Song Xiangyu's throat moved, and he smiled sneeredly, and asked in a deep voice: "Is it my biased?"

After finding the vent, Song Zhibin was finally no longer afraid. He clenched his fists and asked, "Isn't it?"

Song Xiangyu pointed at Song Heng and said lightly: "When I took him to the office, I said that when this child was separated, he would never divide any of the Song family, including your mother's wedding.

, What’s in the public? Your mother refused to believe it, saying it was unreasonable. I opened a ancestral hall and established a document in front of your foreign family and the elders at home!”

Song Zhibin opened his eyes wide.

Over the years, my mother has never said this, nor has she mentioned this to them.

Song Xiangyu was even more disappointed: "How old was he at that time? Do you have any impression of it? He was five years old when he followed me! Why did he leave? Don't you know?! He was able to join the Jinyiwei because the old prince appreciated him.

Because he was able to tie the martial arts top scorer at that time during the imperial examination, can you?! As a meritorious person, as a military general's family, ask yourself, can you draw a bow and arrow?!"

Song Zhibin sneered loudly: "Who will teach me?!"
Chapter completed!