Lord please forgive me

Chapter 53 Can You Do It? (Please collect and ask for a recommendation ticket)
"Snapped!"

In the study room, an old man with a white beard slapped a letter on the exquisitely shaped mahogany table heavily, causing the high-grade inkstone above it to fall to the ground and smashed to pieces. His old face was flushed with anger, and he said angrily:
"There are still three months before the tax payment date. This Li Yuanying actually asked us to pay the tax for the whole year in advance. We haven't collected the tax money for these three months. How can we pay him? It's really unreasonable."

In the study room lit with ambergris, rare calligraphy and paintings are hung all over the walls, and bookshelves are filled with famous classics and ancient books, most of which are written by celebrities.

At this moment, in this priceless study, there are only four people,

Song Lingyun was dressed as a Confucian scholar, with a lun scarf on his head, and no beard on his fair face. Although he was over forty years old, he looked like a handsome young man in his early thirties, who was in charge of the family business. He was always calm. Walking to the front of the case, he picked up the letterhead stamped with the stamp of the governor's mansion, read it again, and then said to the old man with a smile:
"Uncle, don't be angry. There must be something wrong with this matter. We still need to discuss it."

The long-bearded old man whom he calls uncle is Song Hong, who is the highest seniority in the Song Clan today. When he was young, he was famous in the Lingnan area for his violent temper. The increase did not weaken at all, only to hear a burst of cursing in his mouth:

"The Demon Cult's pioneer battalion just came to Qingzhou, and Li Yuanying wants tax money on his back foot. As an old man, can't he see these little tricks of his? I have eaten the salt of 80 years for nothing?"

"You calm down first," Song Lingyun walked over and said, stroking the other person's back, "This matter is not that simple. A forward battalion is not enough to make Li Yuanying so nervous. I'm afraid there is something hidden in it."

"What Ling Yun said makes sense. When the person who inquired about the news returns, everything will be clear."

The person who spoke was Song Lingyun's second brother, Song Lingzhi. The two looked quite similar. Although he was only four years older than his younger brother, he already had gray temples and a puffy body. Because of his love for love and beauty, his body would inevitably lose money over time. ,

At this moment, he was sitting on a chair carved with huanghuali eight immortals. Eight of the ten fingers of his hands were wearing gemstone rings, and he was playing with two jade gallbladders of excellent quality in his right hand. Looks like he's out of breath,
Only the most core members of the Song Clan can enter this study room, and at this moment Song Lingzhi's eyes flick to the middle-aged man in the corner from time to time,

Different from these three people, the lord Song Linghui's complexion is sallow, even slightly hunchbacked, and his clothes are extremely casual. It is indeed very inconspicuous but very conspicuous,
At this time, Song Linghui did not participate in the discussion of the other three people at all, but sat alone on a small bench in the corner and patiently sharpened his knife with an extremely focused expression.

"Chicha, chicha..."

His knife, with a long and narrow blade that shines like water, is named "Qiuyue". It is regarded as the devil in the knife by the Lingnan martial arts. It is this middle-aged man with a stooped figure and a sallow face. , single-handedly laid the foundation of the Song Clan today,
The knife in Song Linghui's hand was sharp enough, but he still seemed not satisfied, and he was still concentrating on sharpening the knife in the corner, as if what Song Lingyun and the others were talking about was not as important as sharpening the knife himself.

The three of them seemed to be used to the Lord's selfless obsession with the Dao of the Sword,

Song Lingyun withdrew his gaze, looked at his second brother Song Lingzhi who was sitting on the chair, and said:
"Second Brother, there are rumors that the Demon Emperor once appeared in Anping County, and the Qianfengying went to Anping, and now returned to Qingzhou in a fair manner. I heard that in Anping, Han Lin's [Lin Ziying] has an absolute advantage. He actually left without a fight, I was thinking that Lu Zhengguang and the others must have found the Demon Emperor Yingzhen."

Song Lingzhi nodded while playing with the two jade gallbladders in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that the sword emperor Ye Xuan really didn't kill Yingzhen, otherwise it is impossible for Han Lin's combat power to be afraid of Lu Zhengguang, and look at Li Yuanying's eyes. It is very likely that he has already known the news, and may even have contact with the striker battalion."

Song Lingyun's face changed color. The current situation of the Song Clan is very delicate. In the land of the seven states, there is a faint tendency to overwhelm the Governor's Mansion. If Li Yuanying makes some deals with the Demon Sect with a grudge in his heart, then the Song Clan is bound to be attacked on both sides. , the situation is quite unfavorable,
There are two counties and thirteen towns under the jurisdiction of Qingzhou Prefecture, with a large population and prosperous trade. They are the sweet pastry in the hands of their Song family, otherwise his fourth uncle Song Qi would not be allowed to sit in the town in person. Connected with Li Yuanying's matter, I also saw some clues,
"Does Li Yuanying think that Qingzhou will be lost from us? That's why he is so eager to ask for the tax money?"

Song Lingzhi's eyes flashed sharply, and he nodded, "It must be so,"

Their uncle Song Hongke couldn't sit still, he paced back and forth in the study anxiously, blowing his beard and staring angrily, saying:

"The fourth brother has been operating in Qingzhou for more than 20 years. Are we going to hand it over to others?"

The two brothers Song Lingzhi and Song Lingyun were silent, and they looked at the lord Song Linghui in the corner at the same time. Such important matters should be decided by the lord himself.

But Song Linghui rolled up his cuffs, stroked the knife back and forth with his white hands, his eyes were shining brightly, looking tenderly at Qiuyue in his hand,
Seeing that his elder brother was still indifferent, Song Lingyun finally couldn't help but said, "Brother, can you give me an idea?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Song Linghui looked at his third brother blankly,
Song Lingyun sighed inwardly, but he was already used to his elder brother's ecstasy, so he patiently recounted what they had just discussed,
"Oh? Is that so?" Song Linghui's pale face showed a stupefied expression. He frowned and pondered for a moment, then said slowly:

"Ling Yun, you go to Qingzhou Mansion to tell Fourth Uncle to let him try to connect with the Demon Sect. The most good business in the Demon Sect is Zizai Peak, and the Qianfeng camp is full of reckless people. Of course, we will do the business. , Yingzhen will give him as much as he wants, remember, it must be said by Yingzhen himself, and what other people say can't be counted."

The second son, Song Lingzhi, was a little dissatisfied: "Brother, what do you mean? We will distribute some of the annual income of the Qingzhou Prefecture to the Demon Cult? And then we have to hand over the same amount of tax money to the General Manager's Office every year? Isn't our Song family suffering too much? I don't agree with this approach."

Uncle Song Hong also echoed: "I don't agree either."

Song Linghui still looked leisurely and natural, took out a brocade handkerchief and gently wiped the blade, and said slowly:

"This is the best method. If you can get rid of the Demon Emperor Yingzhen, then I can change the method.
The point is. can you? ,"

(End of this chapter)