The bloody storm outside seemed to be involved in the house all at once.

The room was quiet and silent, and everyone was stunned.

Only two people were not affected at all.

One was Song Qizheng, his sword went straight forward without any hesitation.

One is Song Xian, who is facing Song Qi's eyes, and he does not hide or avoid.

The sword tip pierced into Song Xian's hair bun, and then picked it up, and Song Xian's hair crown fell to the ground.

Song Qizheng's anger was not gone, and Song Xian did not cause any turmoil from beginning to end.

What's more terrifying than resistance is that you can see through it at a glance and know that it is impossible to take his life like this, so there is no need to stop him.

Song Qizheng has led his troops for so many years and found the first time that a movement is worse than a quiet person. It is obvious that he holds a sharp blade, but it seems that he is at a disadvantage for no reason.

Such thoughts flashed, and Song Qizheng's expression became more majestic. He said with a loud voice: "Discord and disobedient mother. If it weren't for your great military achievements, I would have killed you with my own hands now."

Song Min was disappointed. His father was still caring about Song Xian's military achievements. Due to Song Xian's official position in the court and his prestige among the people, he could not kill him at will.

Song Xian's expression still did not change at all.

Song Qizheng frowned a little deeper: "What? I don't even take my father seriously now?"

Song Qizheng's sword has not yet returned to the sheath, and it still emits this coldness, which will hurt people and drink blood at any time.

As soon as Song Qizheng finished speaking, Song Min knelt down to Song Qizheng: "I beg my father to make the decision for my second brother. The second brother was ordered by his father to handle the official duties in the yamen. He fell ill in bed because of his work. Now he was charged with such a crime by his elder brother. This not only ruined his second brother's future, but also killed his second brother."

Without waiting for Song Qizheng to speak, Song Min continued: "Although our military achievements are not as good as our elder brother, we have also done our best. When my father was besieged by the Liao people, it was the second brother who risked the danger to lead his troops to find his father and saved him for a lifetime.

The second brother's filial piety can be proved. If it weren't for this, the second brother wouldn't have been rushing to help his father sort out his government affairs. The eldest brother must have had some misunderstandings, and he felt that the second brother secretly attracted officials and merchants to control the town."

Mrs. Rong sat on the ground and shed tears at a loss.

Her aggrieved look made Song Qizheng feel distressed, so he became even more angry. Every time Song Xian came home, he would have trouble.

Song Qizheng had a gloomy face: "I have said a long time ago that people who are in chaos are not allowed to tolerate them."

"Who did you say is messing with the family?" Old Mrs. Song was supported and walked out of the inner room.

Seeing the sword in Song Qizheng's hand, the old lady Song's face became even more ugly: "Who asked you to use a sword in my room? Did your father teach you or did I teach you?"

Song Qizheng was speechless for a moment and threw the sword in his hand to his confidants.

Old Mrs. Song was full of anger: "Are you looking forward to my death?"

Song Qizheng bowed quickly: "Don't calm down, mother."

Old Mrs. Song was still about to speak, but her arm was held by Song Xian: "Grandma, please go back and rest."

Old Mrs. Song grabbed Song Xian with her other hand, looking like she had to protect her grandson no matter what.

Song Xian felt soft: "Grandma is at ease."

After appeaseing the old lady Song, Song Xian looked at Song Qizheng again and returned to his cold and frivolous appearance: "Brothers who are disobedient and disobey their mothers are more than a big deal than a single hand to cover up the sky and let down the emperor's grace."

Song Qizheng's face changed again.

Song Xian said: "As soon as the general of Zhenguo was stationed in the northern border, he began to seek personal gain. Are he planning to hand over the position of the governor?"

Song Qizheng had a gloomy face: "You know that the court sent people to the northern border, so you dare to arrest people like this unscrupulously."

The emperor ordered Li You, the commander of the Palace Front Department, to come to the northern border to reward the soldiers, but in fact, he asked Li You to investigate the situation in the northern border. Li You's trip was related to the candidates for the Jiedushi.

Song Xian said lightly: "I just dispose of the filth before the court investigates it. I don't want the merits that the soldiers earned with their lives because of a few beasts."

Song Min's eyes were bloody: "Where is there any filth? You..."

Song Xian stared at Song Min and suddenly laughed: "I said yes, you said no, I killed Manager Xu, so I can't explain some of the words."

This is what Song Min relies on. If you want to blame, you blame Song Xian for being brave but not being able to do anything, and killing people too early.

Song Xian smiled a little deeper: "I only checked Zhenzhou. Dingzhou has not had time to clean up. Do you think it is wronged, so why not leave Dingzhou to Li You?"

Song Xian said as he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and threw it to Song Min. He used to take some effort to check these things, but now he doesn't need them anymore.

Song Min held the paper in his hand and expanded it and saw several familiar names.

Song Xian, the person they stayed in Dingzhou, actually knew it. Song Min was stunned, his face was filled with a burning pain, as if Song Xian slapped him hard.

Song Xian was threatening him. If they dared to act rashly, Song Xian would hand over the evidence to the court. If the court had reasons to impeach his father, the position of Jiedushi would probably fail.

Song Min's instant panic made everyone see it.

Song Qizheng's face changed again and again. He looked at Song Min with a little disappointed expression. After a while, he sternly said: "Come with me."

Song Qizheng walked forward with great strides. Song Min finally got up from the ground and staggered to follow Song Qizheng's footsteps.

When Mrs. Rong thought of the master's angry face, she couldn't help but feel cold and hurriedly took the people to chase him.

"Grandma, I'll help you into the house!"

Song Xian supported the old lady Song and lay back on the soft couch.

Old Mrs. Song sighed long: "Your father is partial."

When Song Xian heard this when he was a child, he might have some turmoil in his heart, but now he no longer cares.

"Grandmother doesn't have to worry about grandson," Song Xian said, "Only after you have raised your body, your grandson will always be with you."

Old Mrs. Song nodded repeatedly: "I am old. If I weren't in poor spirits, I would have to make it clear to your father."

Song Xian saw that the old lady Song was not in good spirits: "You should take medicine on time."

Old Mrs. Song looked at the manager's mother: "I feel uncomfortable. From today on, I will disappear from anyone except Brother Xian, and I will also be exempted from Rong's greeting."

The manager's mother responded.

Song Xian sat on the Jinwu and kept talking to Old Lady Song until Old Lady Song fell asleep, and then he returned to his yard.

Song Xian walked into the study and Chang An came forward to report: "The master just took people to the yamen office, and the third master is kneeling in the ancestral hall."

Song Xian nodded: "Collection of the Case Sect and sent it to Li You, and the list of officials they have installed in Dingzhou, will be handed over together." Who said that Song Min admitted that he would not report to the court?

Song Qizheng could not become the governor.

The governor can be vacant until he takes over.

After reading the documents, Song Xian washed and rested.

After a few days of busyness, Song Xian fell asleep quickly, but as usual, he did not sleep soundly. He dreamed that the wooden box that imprisoned himself fell into the sea, and the sea water poured in through the gap, eventually completely submerged him...

But there was always a small hand pulling him, and he refused to let go no matter what, and fell down with him.

Song Xian woke up from the nightmare with panting, and then he held the two jade pendants beside his pillow in his palm to check.

The two jade pendants have now been combined into one piece, as if they have never been separated.

Song Xian's heart moved and raised his head to look out the window.
Chapter completed!