The female bandit who traveled through another world knocked down Master Gao Leng

After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter and gave Song Ruichong a thumbs up.

The second young master Song has a very sharp tongue.

He even scolds his own fiancée. He really doesn't regard himself as a human being. He even scolds himself.

"Hahahahaha..."

The brothel owner Qian Qiaoqiao was laughing so hard that her body was shaking and her chest was surging.

The pimps and strong men's eyes seemed to be glued to Qian Qiaoqiao's chest and couldn't be moved away.

Yang Shiyi was so ashamed and angry at Song Ruichong's criticism.

She lay on a tree branch and shouted loudly to the servants in her house, asking Awang, Acai and Lao Gou to come up and help her down.

But these three cowards just shook their heads when they saw the height of the tree, indicating that they were afraid to climb the tree.

In the end, there was really no other way, so Yang Shiyi gritted her teeth and let the burly man hold her under her armpits and carry her down.

Of course, this sturdy man, looking at the former most beautiful woman in Beijing who was held under his armpit, couldn't help but take the opportunity to take advantage of Yang Shiyi.

After Yang Shiyi was carried down from the tree, Song Ruichong threw a ten-liang silver ingot to the sturdy man, turned around and walked away without looking back.

Yang Shiyi, with disheveled hair, messy makeup, and tears and snot on her face, saw Song Rui rushing away.

He stamped his feet, took his servants Awang, Acai, Lao Gou and the maid Qing'er, got on the carriage, and left in disgrace.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the brothel owner Qian Qiaoqiao took a lingering look in the direction where Gu Hantian and Li Mengyun were riding away.

He waved to the turtle men and the strong men and said, "Hey, go back, go back. Regain your energy, because it will be time for our Cuihonglou to open in the evening."

The pimps and the strong men nodded in agreement and followed the brothel owner Qian Qiaoqiao into Cuihong Tower.

In the Songhe Garden of the Marquis Jian'an's Mansion, an upright, tall and handsome elderly man was sipping tea, and a stunning old lady was playing the piano.

The sound of the piano is sad, like complaining, like crying, like sorrow, like drizzling rain. The sad melody seems to wet the heart, making people feel great sadness.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the zither, and the music from the piano stopped. The old lady leaned over the zither, covering her face and crying bitterly.

She murmured, "Yao'er, my dear daughter, where have you been all these years? Are you alive or dead?

Do you know how your parents have lived through all these years? There is not a day that they don’t think about you and look forward to seeing you…”

When the old marquis Song Linran saw his wife crying again because she missed her daughter, he quickly put down the teacup in his hand.

He walked forward, gently embraced the old lady in his arms, and gently patted her soft shoulders.

With red eyes, she consoled him: "Yan'er, I believe our daughter is still alive. Maybe one day, she will come back home laughing and making noises."

Shui Ruyan buried her head in her husband's arms, sniffed, and sighed: "For so many years, you have always comforted me. Every day is always in hope and disappointment, and I endure the days one by one.

Brother Ran, when do you think this will end? I’m afraid that we’ll both grow old and pass away before Nannan comes back, wuwuwu…”

Even though Song Linran was old, his handsome face was still tinged with sorrow, and his tiger eyes were filled with sadness.

He patted his wife's shoulder and whispered in her ear: "Yan'er, look at that pot of chrysanthemums."

Old lady Shui Ruyan raised her head from her husband's arms, her eyes red as she looked at a pot of chrysanthemums on the shelf.

It was a pot of bird-beauty, which was in full bloom at the moment.

The rose-red, yellow and green chrysanthemums are gorgeous and noble, and dazzling.

They are like birds spreading their wings and ready to fly, dancing lightly in the autumn wind. They are also like fairies dancing gracefully, which is very touching.

Shui Ruyan frowned slightly and looked at her partner: "Brother Ran, what do you mean?"

Song Linran nodded with a smile: "This pot of flying bird beauty was planted for us by Nannan herself back then.

So many years have passed, and the chrysanthemums are still blooming so beautifully under the careful care of you and me. Her vitality is so tenacious.

I believe our daughter is the same, she is living happily in some unknown corner of the world."

"I hope so." Shui Ruyan sighed softly.

Although they knew how slim this hope was, she and Ran Ge relied on this slim hope to survive day after day.

While the two were whispering and comforting each other, Song Ruining, who had not been home for a long time, came back.

His main purpose of returning home today was to give his grandparents a surprise.

He told his grandparents that he had news about Aunt Song Yao, and that Aunt Song Yao's daughter, his cousin Li Mengyun, was now in the capital.

He will soon bring his good sister, Li Mengyun, back to see them.

When passing by the living room of the Marquis's Mansion, Song Ruining took a look inside.

He found his good father Song Cong and his father's second wife Jin Ping drinking tea and chatting in the living room.

His step-brother Song Ruichong and step-sister Song Meir were also there.

Haha, what a loving family they are.

Coming back at this time seemed a bit redundant for him, the eldest son of the marquis's wife.

Song Meir had sharp ears. When she heard footsteps, she looked up and saw that it was her elder brother Song Ruining who had returned.

The little girl didn't have so many thoughts when she saw this handsome, enchanting big brother coming back.

Greeted happily: "Brother, you are back?"

Song Ruining had to stop and nodded slightly to Song Meir, then greeted his father Song Cong: "Dad."

Song Cong was getting annoyed by his second son Song Rui, who said he wanted to marry a prostitute.

At this time, seeing his eldest son Song Ruining, who had not returned home for a long time, coming back, he suddenly found a vent for his anger.

He sneered, "Oh my, my prince, what's the wind blowing today? It actually blew you back to the mansion?"

"Oh, Ning'er, you're back. Come in and have some tea. Mother will pour you some tea. Come in quickly." Jin Ping smiled, her enthusiasm making it impossible to refuse.

Song Ruining's eyebrows turned cold, and he sneered: "I have already said that my mother died a long time ago. I don't have a mother anymore. Madam Hou, please don't be so self-indulgent."

Jin Ping glanced at Song Cong with a seductive look.

He said bitterly, "My Lord, look at Ning Ge'er. I am just being kind and caring about him. How can he be so rude to me as soon as he comes back?"

Song Cong grabbed Jin Ping's hand and kneaded it, comforting her softly, "Madam, don't worry about him. Don't get yourself hurt by being angry, it's not worth it. He is just an ungrateful wolf that can never be tamed."

Song Ruichong watched coldly as his father spoke coldly to his good brother, and he felt extremely happy.

No matter how good-looking you are or how capable you are, you are worthless in your father's eyes.

It's just a weed that no one cares about.

Unlike him, although he does not have the title of prince.

But in the entire Jian'an Marquis Mansion, those servants and maids only recognized him as the second son of the mansion, and not the real owner who had only the title.