"I don't intend to ask you about this matter, so it's useless for you to object!" Song Tuanyuan said calmly, first depriving Song Shuangxi of his right to speak, "Because my current identity is the eldest lady of the Duke Bai Palace, no
Just your mother!"
Song Shuangxi's eyes widened: "Mother, what did you say?"
Song Tuanyuan didn't want to explain so much to Song Shuangxi. This kind of adolescent child had a somewhat selfish personality because of what he had experienced, and Song Tuanyuan didn't want to get used to it.
"In short, this marriage was decided between the Ji family and Duke Bai's mansion. When I left the cabinet, I also left from Duke Bai's mansion, not from the Song family. If you think it's embarrassing for me to marry someone, just pretend you don't know about it!"
After Song Tuanyuan finished speaking, he glanced at the bowls and chopsticks on the table and said, "When you're full, clean it up. Let's make dumplings and cook New Year's Eve dinner together in the evening."
After Song Tuanyuan finished speaking, he turned and left.
Song Shuangxi hasn't come to her senses yet, why has her mother become the eldest lady of Bai Guogong's mansion again?
Song Shuangxi hurriedly went to ask Song Fuxin.
Song Fuxin also told the story that Ji Changan made up for Song Tuanyuan, and then said: "My mother has suffered a lot these years. Think about it, as the eldest daughter of the Duke's palace, she lives in the countryside, gets married and has children.
, I would fight with my neighbors just because of a dog. Fortunately, my father was not kind to my mother during his lifetime, otherwise..."
Song Fujin did not mean to belittle Song Xiucai when he said these words. In fact, the original owner lived a pretty good life in the Song family. Although he was not rich and powerful, at least he was not wronged at home. Song Xiucai gave in, and his children were obedient.
But when he thought of Song Tuanyuan's identity as a princess of the Qing Dynasty, Song Fuxin felt that he had treated Song Tuanyuan badly.
Now that Song Tuanyuan and Mr. Ji are in love, why can't they pursue a new life?
Besides, only Ji Changan in this world can protect Song Tuanyuan and is willing to protect her. If Song Tuanyuan is fine, then the Song family will be fine!
Song Fuxin looked at Song Shuangxi again: "You are in mood now because your mother has spoiled you. You have forgotten what your father said before he left, asking us to listen to your mother and treat her well. If your mother hadn't removed you from the Chen family back then,
Bring it back, how can you still stand here and be dissatisfied? All these years, you said you didn't want to get married and wanted to do business, but my mother has followed you. To use what my mother said, my mother respects you, so why can't you respect your mother?"
Song Shuangxi gritted her teeth, raised her eyes and asked, "Second brother, you don't mind? Aren't you afraid of poking your spine at the stranger?"
Song Fujin sneered: "You are afraid of people talking about you behind your back, just because you are not strong enough! If you are scary enough, who do you think would dare?"
Song Shuangxi was still going to talk, when the guards came in.
The guard was from the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He glanced at Song Shuangxi and hesitated.
"It's okay, just tell me!" Song Fuxin said.
"Sir Inspector, the human trafficking gang has been found and is now destroying the temple outside the city!" said the guard.
Song Fuxin nodded, looked back at Song Shuangxi, and said softly: "Come with me!"
Song Shuangxi was puzzled, but he still put on his cloak and followed Song Fuxin.
I don’t know when it started snowing outside, and the ground was covered in white.
Song Fujin was wearing a black cloak, and his black fur collar was like water waves. It trembled slightly with his breathing, and the man's face became more handsome and resolute.
Song Shuangxi looked at it and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
She always knew that her second brother was the best-looking among the children in the family, but she never expected that he would be so good-looking.
Song Fujin got on the carriage.
A guard came and invited Song Shuangxi to get on the carriage.
The carriage headed out of the city in the wind and snow.
It's getting late. Today is New Year's Eve. There are no people on the streets in the city, let alone outside the city.
Song Shuangxi stretched out his head and looked at it for a long time. His nose turned red from the cold. He had to look back angrily and asked: "Second brother, why are we out so late? My mother also said that we would make dumplings for New Year's Eve dinner together!"
Song Fujin didn't say anything, he just lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows with a cold expression.
After a while the carriage stopped.
Song Fujin raised his eyes and said quietly: "Stay in the car, don't get out!"
Song Shuangxi's voice became deeper and deeper. He felt very unfamiliar and did not dare to say anything more. He nodded.
Song Fujin got out of the carriage wearing a big cloak.
After a while, more than a dozen guards came in and drove out four or five people from the ruined temple, including several men and a fat woman.
The men and women all held knives in their hands and turned in a circle to face the guards.
At this moment, a guard came forward and reported to Song Fuxin: "Inspector, we are late, those children are frozen to death!"
Song Fujin's eyes darkened and he looked at those people coldly.
Those people were obviously desperadoes and wanted to break out. They waved their weapons and rushed over.
Song Fujin coldly ordered: "If the prisoner resists, he can be punished on the spot!"
When you go out to rectify the law on the spot, those guards will no longer show mercy and use their swords to kill you.
Song Shuangxi watched from a distance in the car and saw a dozen people fighting in the snow amid the snow, and the land was stained red with blood.
The fat woman suddenly fell to the ground, her eyes facing Song Shuangxi's direction.
Song Shuangxi was startled and hurriedly hid in the car, huddled in the car and shivered.
After a while, Song Shuangxi heard no movement. He hesitated and looked up. He saw that all the traffickers had died at some point and were lying on the ground. The guards were carrying their bodies to the car, while Song Fuxin stood far away.
Wearing a black cloak, he stood in the snow with his hands clasped in front of him. The expression on his face was neither sad nor happy, but very indifferent.
Song Shuangxi stared blankly. What she felt this time was not strangeness, but fear.
She had never thought that the arrogant and indifferent Song Fujin in her family who only knew how to study would one day have his hands stained with blood.
Song Fujin slowly got on the carriage.
Song Shuangxi looked at it and couldn't help but lean into the corner.
Song Fujin glanced at her lightly; "Are you scared?"
Song Shuangxi hesitated for a moment, then she asked in a low voice: "Second brother, did you kill someone just now?"
Song Fujin nodded: "Yes!"
Song Shuangxi lowered his head and trembled.
Song Fuxin said quietly: "Everyone will grow up and change, and so will my mother. She is no longer the village woman in Songjia Village who could quarrel with others over an egg. Sooner or later, you have to understand this!"
Song Shuangxi nodded: "Second brother, I understand!"
Song Fuxin looked at the time and saw that it was already dark. He said, "Let's go back. Today is New Year's Eve. My mother is still waiting for us to go back to make and eat dumplings!"
Song Shuangxi nodded quickly.
The carriage started to move, and Song Shuangxi felt that the carriage was filled with the smell of blood.
Song Fujin looked at the shaking car curtain indifferently, his face expressionless.