Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

Although Song Yizhou's intentions were meant to be misunderstood by Song Yanming, this degree is very important, being completely truthful and arousing suspicion are two different things.

Caught off guard by that kid, Song Yizhou wished he could fly in and come out with Rong Yu's collar in his hand, asking him to explain clearly on the spot.

However, his handsome face was uncertain, and his Adam's apple moved, so he could only suffer this cauldron for life.

Unexpectedly, Song Yanming's face was not the least bit surprised, but his deep and calm eyes were only looking at him, and his thin lips parted slightly:

"You are nineteen."

This sentence is light and light, but the meaning behind it is profound. It is from a half-brother who is praised by everyone in the capital. You are already nineteen, why are you still messing around like that three-year-old child.

The other party has been the proud son of heaven since he was a child. He knew poetry and books at the age of three, and was admitted to the imperial examination at the age of ten.

He seems to be born with dignity and courage. His father, who has always been dignified and strict, treats him completely differently from other sons. He even discusses everything with him, just like the real master of the Pingyang Houfu.

This reminded him of that scene in his childhood.

The stubborn boy knelt in the ancestral hall and was severely whipped by his father with a long stick. Although his back was torn to pieces, the boy gritted his teeth and refused to show any weakness.

At the end of the fight, the old man who hated iron but could not make steel could only support his long stick, panting endlessly.

"You are already seven years old, look at your elder brother!"

——Why, he refuses to accept it!

Unbearable to be disciplined, he was sent to Wudang at the age of seven and became a closed disciple of Wu Daozi, the "Penglai Sanren".He is stubborn in his father's mouth, but he is a god-given genius in his master's mouth. He is a gifted brother Song who is beyond the reach of all senior brothers. When he was 12 years old, there was no senior brother in the whole Wudang Mountain who could match him As an enemy, now, he is the "Breaking Snow Sword" that is unrivaled in the world and crosses the martial arts world.

But all of this, in the eyes of my father, was just the work of a reckless man, and it was just a simple sentence from his elder brother, you are already 19 years old.

The pride accumulated over the years seemed to be crushed all of a sudden, and Song Yizhou's face became even colder: "I, Song Yizhou, can do whatever I want, who can stand me!"

The atmosphere became more and more solemn, Manager Qi saw that the situation was not good, and closed the gate vigilantly.When Song Yizhou saw Mr. Qi's ugly appearance, he groaned coldly in his heart, turned his sword around, and walked towards the inner courtyard with his feet lifted.

"Wait!"

Song Yizhou didn't even turn his head, and said mockingly: "'Danyang Layman' don't think he can stop me, swords have no eyes, don't blame my younger brother for not reminding you."

"Danyang Layman" was personally conferred by the late emperor, and it was an honor that the children of nobles in the capital couldn't ask for.

Song Yanming stared at his back for a while, then suddenly said: "Father waited for three days to go."

Song Yizhou didn't guard against his words for a moment, and his heart trembled for no reason:

"...What does it have to do with me?"

Song Yanming didn't speak any more, only sighed lightly, in this late autumn, there was actually a bit of loneliness.

"Nie Yi!" An old and angry voice broke the calm.

An old man in simple clothes came out of the inner hall tremblingly with the support of Songzhu. He was stooped and looked almost seventy years old.Seeing Song Yizhou's eyes widened, he seemed to be furious.

Song Yizhou's indifferent handsome face showed a hint of shock: "...Uncle He, why are you here?"

The old man named He Bo not only did not feel the joy of reuniting after a long absence, but tremblingly held up his crutches to beat him.

Song Yizhou didn't understand for a while, so he just lightly grabbed the crutch: "Aren't you in Luzhou?"

Gritting his teeth, the old man pulled out the pear-wood crutch forcefully, staggered suddenly, and after finally standing still, he greeted him with the crutch again, covering his head and face.

"I'll kill you bastard!"

Song Yizhou was afraid that he would fall, so he didn't dare to stop him, he just let him beat randomly on his arms, buttocks and legs - the famous "Broken Snow Sword", which swept the martial arts world, was beaten silently by an old man who couldn't even stand still .

When Uncle He was tired, he threw away his crutches, staggered a few steps towards Song Yanming, and knelt down on the spot.

"Master Hou, our Zhou family is sorry for you!"

Song Yanming quickly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Uncle He can't."

Immediately turned to Songzhu: "Songzhu, show a seat to Uncle He."

Songzhu quickly moved a pier with a cushion, and helped Uncle He to sit on it.Uncle He still burst into tears, his old face mourned, he looked up to the sky, two lines of dirty tears poured down,

"Miss, Lao He is sorry for you!"

The young lady that Uncle He is talking about is Mrs. Zhou, the second wife of Master Song.

At that time, the Zhou family in Pingnan Prefecture in western Yunnan married their only daughter far away. Grandpa Zhou was worried, so he sent his most trusted butler to the little girl to take care of him. This is the Uncle He in front of him. He later became Pingyang The chief housekeeper of the Hou's Mansion resigned at an old age a few years ago.

Song Yizhou has been stubborn since he was a child, jumping up and down, and the five classics doctors of the Imperial College were so angry with him that he wanted to resign and go home. Song Lao Hou Ye hated that iron could not be made into steel. After Shi's dystocia died suddenly, only He Bo would protect him when the old Hou Ye was beating and scolding him.

Song Yizhou couldn't have been closer to him since he was a child. Although his status is master and servant, his love is more like that of father and son.

Song Yizhou was beaten up without thinking, and he couldn't fight back. He hasn't been so depressed for many years, and he can't help but stare at the instigator:

"Well, you chicken thief Song Yanming, Uncle He is enjoying a good life in Luzhou, why did you invite people all the way here?"

Before he finished speaking, Uncle He threw his crutch over viciously,

"Evil! You still don't know your mistakes!"

With tears in his eyes, he pointed in the direction of the backyard, "Bastards do such indecent things. You are the only grandson of Mrs. Zhou. Where are you going to put the face of the entire Zhou family!"

Song Yizhou was speechless for a while, unable to express his pain, he just stood there with his teeth gritted and his sword tightly held.

Seeing that he still refused to admit his mistakes, He Bo cursed angrily:

"Your Majesty!"

"He Bo, I—"

"You kneel down for me!"

Seeing that Uncle He was so angry that his whole face turned red, Song Yizhou was afraid that he would not be able to stand it, so he could only grit his teeth and kneel down straight.

"Songzhu, go get a rope to tie this bastard!"

Songzhu looked at Song Yanming, Song Yanming nodded slightly, Songzhu understood, and hurried down.

Soon, Songzhu brought a piece of rope, he walked to Song Yizhou, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Second Master, I'm sorry."

Immediately, he tied Song Yizhou tightly several times.

Who is Song Yizhou, even an iron chain can't lock him, not to mention that it takes a moment to break a hemp rope as thick as a finger, but in front of Uncle He, he dare not make mistakes, he can only be honest tied up.

Uncle He said shamelessly to Song Yanming: "Master Hou, today this old servant has the cheek to go beyond the rules, so I will make the decision in front of Lord Hou and apologize for Mrs. Zhou."

Song Yanming said: "He Bo is working so hard, why bother to say such things."

He Bo wiped away his tears,

"Director Qi, you get two soldiers from the government to escort him to the ancestral hall! Let this bastard kneel in the Pingyang Marquis Mansion to reflect on his ancestors!"

Manager Qi, who was silent at the side, was shocked when he heard the sound. He looked at Song Yanming's expression, saw that he was still calm, hesitated for a moment, and then said yes.

Soon, General Manager Qi came with two government soldiers and detained Song Yizhou.

He Bo bowed deeply towards Song Yanming: "Master Hou, today's disaster is all because of the old slave's overindulgence, and the old slave regrets the past, please rest assured, Master Hou, I will definitely give the old master an explanation."

Song Yanming helped him up, and said calmly: "He Bo speaks seriously."

Having said all that, Uncle He took the sullen Song Yizhou and his party to the Song Clan's Ancestral Hall.

Songzhu stepped forward slowly: "Master Hou, it's three quarters of the Mao hour, do you want to pass on the breakfast meal?"

Song Yanming thought for a moment, then waved his hand:

"No hurry, I'll go to Xiyuan."

***

Rong Yu entered her room, and immediately rushed to the copper stove, trembling, poured the hot water from the back room into the copper basin, hurriedly brought it to the side of the bed, and went to the bed to wash her thick and soft bed. The quilt was moved over and wrapped himself up like a cloak, and then he stretched his feet, which were so cold that he lost consciousness, into the hot water.

When the warm water gradually overflows your feet.

Rong Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

He hadn't been so cold for many years, and he really hated Song Yizhou in his heart. The second-secondary attack was his own business, so he didn't have to be dragged back, but he also put that fellow together, thinking of Song Yizhou's shocked face just now , he is happy.

snort!Using him as a pawn, he refused to let him get what he wanted.

After a pot of hot water soaked into cold water, Rong Yu's consciousness gradually recovered, only then did she realize that the soles of her feet had been cut several times, and those feet that were as tender as white jade would be hurt even by rough cloth shoes , not to mention the dead branches and leaves all over the ground in the bamboo forest.

Rong Yu gritted her teeth and raised her foot to clean up the debris on the wound. There is no disinfectant here, and it can't even be disinfected. What should I do?

Worried, Ah Liang came in from the outside, seeing Rong Yu's appearance, he threw the food box on the table in a panic, and rushed over,

"My son, what's the matter with you?"

Rong Yu grinned: "Don't ask, can you find some wound medicine for me to apply?"

Ah Liang pondered for a while, then said: "My lord, bear with it, I'll get it right away."

Ah Liang left quickly and came quickly. When he came in, he already had a small blue and white porcelain vase in his hand.

"My lord, this is from Sister-in-Law Zheng, the cook. The blood is cut by a knife when I usually chop vegetables, just sprinkle a little on it."

Rong Yu thanked him, took it, uncorked the bottle, and sprinkled some medicine powder on the wound.

After a burst of stinging pain, it is refreshing. I don't know what the ingredients of this medicine are, but the effect is not bad, and the wound no longer oozes blood.

Rong Yu couldn't help but glance at the bottle more.

Ah Liang remembered something, "I'll go get you some clean cotton cloth to wrap it up."

"Okay, thank you." Rong Yu sincerely thanked A Liang, without him, I really don't know who to turn to for a while.

A Liang smiled shyly and went again.

Waiting for Ah Liang's interval, Rong Yu moved up to look at the wound. In fact, the wound was not deep, it was just one left and one right, which looked scary.

There was a creak at the door, Rong Yu thought it was Ah Liang: "Why so fast?"

As soon as he raised his face, he saw Song Yanming's calm and unwavering face.

Rong Yu froze for a moment, then threw herself on the bed: "God! I'm dead!"

A cold voice came from behind: "Okay, stop pretending!"

The author has something to say: late update.After this busy period, the eight o'clock file will be on time.

thank you all.

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感谢在2019-12-0801:30:33~2019-12-1000:47:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: oh oh oh 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of sweeping monks; 14 bottles of oh oh oh; 1 bottle of ferry Lin Yongdu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!