Song Yan competed at the door again, "Come here, please send Mr. Huang away."

Several yamen runners couldn't help but say that they would raise Mr. Huang and dragged him. Behind Mr. Huang were a group of crying women, as well as a bunch of girls, women and servants.

When it was confirmed that there was no one in the mansion, the door was closed with a slam, and Dajie also had seals from the government.

Mr. Huang suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't breathe. These servants were the old master again. The old master cried, and then lifted Mr. Huang up in a slight manner.

When the Huang family brothers came back, when they saw that their ancestral home was sealed by the government, the old man was also angry, and his mouth became crooked and his saliva was flowing.

His throat was rumbling, as if he was talking, but he just listened or not.

"It's all your prodigal son!"

Huang Ming zong was so angry that he kicked his younger brother, "You haven't found your prodigal son back, let's see how I beat him to death."

Huang Mingyang hurriedly rolled out and crawled out. When he heard about this, he wanted to beat the son to death. But after all, he was his biological son. Even if he was not successful, he was his own son. He only had one root, and the old Huang family had only such a single seedling. How could he really beat his son to death?

When Huang Mingyang found Huang Dongxin in the gambling house, he saw such a terrible person, and went forward and slapped him.

Huang Dongxin was also fooled.

"You won't get out for me!"

Huang Mingyang asked someone to ban Huang Dongxin, and he was almost beaten to death. But in the end, he still couldn't make up his mind, so he could only slap his son hard and stuff a few silver notes into his body. "Get as far away as you can now, otherwise you will be careful that your uncle beats you to death. You said that you are so confused, how could you lose the Huang family's house to others? Now the family has been driven out, and the old man is also furious. Now he can't speak, and he is slanted."

Huang Dongxin's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but feel happy. Of course, he didn't show it on his face. Besides, his face was now swollen by his own. Even if it was a tug-of-mouth action, it would hurt so much that he couldn't stand it, so there was nothing else.

And he was also happy. Could it be that my elder brother got what he did? It seems that this is what he said, it should be what my elder brother did.

"What are you still standing here for?"

Huang Mingyang couldn't help it, and then slapped his son in the face, "The farther you go, the better. Do you want your uncle to beat you to death?"

"It was my grandfather who forced me to the house, not what I wanted."

Huang Dongxin now throws everything to Mr. Huang. Anyway, Mr. Huang has suffered a stroke now. He says whatever he says. All of this is done by the Mr. He doesn't want to live or die. Grandpa is pushing him to death. What does this have to do with him?

"You said!" Huang Mingyang kicked again, "Who knows what method you used to make the old man do such a thing?" Zhizi Mo Ruo's father, Huang Dongxin was born by him. He was so ignorant that he really thought about what he was thinking about?

Huang Dongxin hurriedly covered his head that was beaten like a pig, ran away with his tail squashed, and he really thought he had no place to go, right?

He has many places to go, so he wants to find his elder brother, but he is much better than that cousin.

But when he arrived at the inn, he heard that Changyi had already left the inn house. He had been retreating for several days and said that he had gone back in advance.

Huang Dongxin didn't feel anything. There was nothing wrong with anyone. I think that after the matter was done, I would naturally come back.

Now his pocket is also made of silver. He originally had the ten thousand taels of silver he had given him, and then the stack of silver he had just stuffed him with was enough for him to spend for a long time.

He lay comfortably in the inn, eating and sleeping, and forgot at all. Now he was scolded by his uncle and he had prepared the kitchen knife.

As for the Huang family, they can only put Mr. Huang in the shop first. There is still a small courtyard behind the shop. Although it is small, it can accommodate Mr. Huang. There are so many people in the mansion, so in the end they can only put him in this way.

Huang Mingzong actually didn't take these seriously, but the house was temporarily taken away from the division. When he went to Lord Song to say that he would take back the ancestral home.

They can give two million silver, and the house must be brought back. This is the main thing for the ancestor of their Huang family, so there is a back mountain...

The biggest secret of the Huang family is in the back mountain.

Huang Mingzong now said that he didn't even care about eating food and didn't drink a sip of water. He went to see Song Yan overnight and made a special trip to pay a visit.

In fact, whether it is Old Master Huang or him, he has never taken Song Yan seriously. He is just a local official here. The third prince is leaning behind his Huang family, but the future crown prince.

But they seemed to have forgotten that Song Yan is the fourth prince, and the fourth prince is also the one who can sit in that position, but no one dares to say it now.

After all, the emperor is still in his prime, and it is possible to say that he can become an emperor for another twenty years. Besides, what the emperor dislikes the most is that he is still alive, but someone is beginning to think about the chair under his butt.

"Mr. Song, I'll come this time..."

Huang Mingzong didn't talk much about it when he came in, just wanted to ask about their ancestral home.

"Did Mr. Huang ask about your ancestral home?"

Song Yan shook the fan in his hand, and did not take a look at what Huang Mingzong brought.

“It’s…”

Huang Mingzong suppressed the anger in his heart and smiled halfway through his face, "Mr. Song, this joke is unavailable. No matter what, you can't seal my Huang family's ancestral home, right?"

“No, no…”

Song Yan shook his head quickly and said three words in a row, "This is definitely not a joke, it is written in black and white, but it is written very clearly. This is what your old man voluntarily gave the house to that person."

And that person also said that he only needs a house but doesn’t have money.

This sentence as long as the house is not worth money, it will also make Huang Mingzong change his face instantly.

"Mr. Song, let's not hide it from you. He took care of his clothes. Although we are just merchants in the same world, we are the same one in the capital..."

"Is the third prince?"
Chapter completed!