Chapter 234 Chapter 33 Responsibility

He still felt wronged, so he looked straight at Song Heng, then looked at Song Xiangyu and questioned him: "My father brought him by his side and educated him step by step. He was so powerful, but his father taught me?

?!"

It's really ridiculous.

Song Xiangyu sneered. Even if this was his son, he felt disgusting: "I once wrote a letter to ask if you want to train in the army, how do you answer me?"

Song Zhibin said nothing.

How could he be willing to go to remote borders with Song Heng at that time?

Besides, my mother is not at ease.

"Everything he got today was achieved by himself. At the age of twelve, he could go out to patrol with the light cavalry and save a village under the crowds of people on the other side.

The people who are seriously injured would rather let their comrades leave first. Can you?!" Song Xiangyu's words are sonorous: "I am indulging in wealth, not enterprising, and narrow-minded. Now I blame others for being too outstanding.

Give you a chance?!" He looked at Song Zhibin with no choice but to say: "How do you deserve to be the first son and grandson?!"

This is too heavy. In Song Zhibin's opinion, this statement is even more announcing his ending.

He jumped up, all the fear, guilt and regret were gone, and only the unwillingness was left: "Why am I not worthy!? What evidence do you have when you say I am murdered?!"

Song Zhiyuan is about to die. Even if Song Heng has an antidote, it has been delayed for so long. When Song Zhiyuan woke up, he didn't know if he could really recover and follow the previous one. Maybe he would become a fool?

Let’s take a step back, so what if it can be recovered?

Does Zhiyuan have any evidence?

At most he was just suspicious.

Never heard of anyone convicting just by doubt.

Song Xiangyu snorted and looked over him at the bed behind him: "Isn't the evidence there?"

"Brother." A weak call came from behind, and the sound was like a mosquito and flies, and the business was so small that it was almost inaudible.

But in Song Zhibin's ears, it was even louder than the thunder. His throat rolled a few times, and his whole body froze. He turned around in disbelief and saw Song Zhiyuan sitting up, pale face and disheveled hair.

.

He was stunned for a moment, and a sharp pain came from his heart. He looked at Song Zhiyuan in disbelief, and then went to see Song Xiangyu and Song Heng.

No, how could it be?

He clenched his fists, his mind was filled with mud, and he felt like he was struck by lightning for a moment.

Song Shiyi's body was still very weak, and when he sat up, he felt dizzy. Song Heng could see clearly, and he stepped forward and reached out to support him, took the lead pillow and let him lean on it. Then he looked at Song Zhibin not far away.

Leng asked him: "What else do you have to say?"

Song Zhibin really has nothing to say.

If Song Zhiyuan was awake, he would have noticed his intention just now--he really wanted to suffocate Song Zhiyuan once and for all.

Thinking of this, since Song Zhiyuan would agree to cooperate in the play, lying on the bed and pretending to be unconscious, Song Xiangyu would go back and hide in this room. In other words, these people had already believed Song Heng and cooperated with Song Heng to set up.

One game.

If that's the case, what else can I say?

He smiled coldly, lowered his head and lost the desire to cry at first.

Song Xiangyu didn't continue to ask anything. He just rubbed his eyebrows and turned his head to speak in a low voice, "Come out."

There was someone else? Song Zhibin realized something, turned his head suddenly, and saw the prince's wife who was also walking out from behind the pillar and was shaking.

It was not until this moment that he really collapsed.

It turns out that he is the jumping clown.

He thought he was perfect, but he didn't expect that the group of people stood silently in the room and watched his every move.

When facing Song Xiangyu, he could still blame Song Xiangyu for being partial and firmly feel that he is right, but when facing the prince's wife, he only feels that he is a rat with his tail grabbed and is held in his hand in a mess.

struggle.

The prince's wife trembled. She looked at her dying young son who was sick in bed, then looked at her eldest son standing, and suddenly stepped forward and slapped Song Zhibin in the face.

This slap was extremely loud, and Song Zhibin was staggered, but before he could react, the prince's wife had already raised her hand quickly and slapped herself suddenly.

Song Zhibin was stunned.

Song Zhiyuan on the bed also called out weakly and immediately cried.

A distinct slap mark appeared on the face of the prince's wife. She did not hesitate at all, nor did she feel any pain. She raised her hand and slapped herself violently, while pushing away Song Xiangyu who was about to come up, burst into tears.

: "Blame me! It's all me! It's me, it's my son who taught me that brothers were ill, it's me that I'm incompetent."

Song Zhibin just felt it was hard to breathe.

This has been like this since he was a child. He suddenly felt a little numb. Seeing the prince's wife hitting him, for some reason, he felt that such a scene seemed familiar.

It seems that in his dream, such things have happened countless times.

Song Xiangyu frowned, pulled Prince's wife, and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?! The children are watching!"

The prince's wife covered her face with her hands, slipped to the ground without any manners, and started to cry.

Song Heng has long been used to such chaos, the difference is that this time the matter is particularly serious.

Song Xiangyu looked at his son and reached out to support the prince's wife on the ground: "Get up, things have come to this point, what can I do to cry? Fortunately, the 11th day is finally fine and it has not made a big mistake."

The prince's wife couldn't tell that her son was fine now, and she was more happy. She found that Song Zhibin was the initiator and was pulled up by Song Xiangyu. She realized that she grabbed Song Xiangyu's sleeve: "Criminal! You can't spread it, this

Something can't be spread. If Bin'er had a reputation, what future would he have?!"

Song Heng looked at Song Zhiyuan after hearing this. Song Zhiyuan was obviously stunned, looking at his mother in a daze, her face was pale, and her eyes were so complicated that she didn't know what she was thinking.

Song Zhibin stood beside him, and at this moment he had already calmed down completely. When he heard his mother say this, he seemed to have expected it and had no reaction.

Only the prince's wife's crying voice was left in the room: "I have to blame me for these things. Bin'er doesn't know so much. He was forced to do it too. Prince, you can't tell me. Think about our reputation, you

Think of the kids”

Song Xiangyu felt a little funny, and he stared at the prince's wife coldly: "If the murderer is Ah Heng, will the Song family's reputation be preserved?"
Chapter completed!