Ninefold Purple

Song Mo instinctively turned his head away, avoiding Song Yichun's slap, and said involuntarily, "Daddy, how could it be me?"

I don't know if it was because of what his son did that made Song Yichun too angry, or because his son avoided the slap, Song Yichun was furious, and shouted: "Evil, you are still sophistry!" Then he pointed to his feet, "Kneel down!" Down!"

Song Mo was slightly stunned, and knelt down in front of his father.

"Xingfang admitted that she saw you and Meirui hanging out; Chen Tao confirmed that the jade pendant belonged to you, and it was lost when you went to Liaodong. There are all witnesses and evidence, and you still say you didn't do it!" Song Song Yichun was trembling with anger, "When you were three years old, I hired a teacher to teach you how to practice martial arts. When you were five years old, I invited a great Confucian from the Imperial Academy to enlighten you. Even your younger brother, I have never worked so hard. How much work your mother and I have spent on you, this is how you repay us! Fortunately, your mother is gone. If your mother is still alive, wouldn’t you be mad at you! You are unfilial, the British government You lost all your face..."

Chen Tao...[

how come?

impossible!

Song Mo looked at his father in shock.

Xingfang is another big maid by his mother's side. He doesn't have much contact with the maids by his mother's side, so it's possible to frame him.But Chen Tao is his nanny brother, the second son of his nanny. He and his brother Chen He entered the mansion to serve him when they were five years old. This time when they went to Liaodong, Chen He served him closely. Anyone could betray him. He, how could Chen Tao do it?

Listening quietly to his father's scolding, his expression gradually became complicated, until his father's anger came to an end, then he whispered: "Daddy, this matter really has nothing to do with me! Think about it, Although the jade pendant is not comparable to other things in the mansion, it is the belongings of my ancestors. It was given to me by my grandfather in front of many relatives and friends when I was [-] days old. No matter how confused I am, I still cannot give it to me A maid? Wouldn't that tell others that I have an affair with her? What's more, I have never cut off people around me, and I can tell what I have done. Even if Chen Tao can't remember clearly, Mr. Yan , and Yu Jian and the others..."

"You still have the nerve to mention it!" Song Yichun interrupted Song Mo's words with a sneer: "Do you know what Xingfang said?" He suddenly raised his voice.Loudly said, "She said that Mei Rui didn't dare to disobey, she knew that if things were revealed, she would hide in the place where she would die. She was also afraid that you would not admit it afterwards, so she took a piece of jade pendant while she was happy with you. I pleaded with your mother, who knew that your mother passed away suddenly. She was four months pregnant, and I wanted to marry her to someone else. She knew that the fire could not be covered with paper, so she fell into panic and died... "He said, slapped the kang table with his palm, and said arrogantly, "It's useless for you to say what happened today, I will teach you a lesson for your dead mother!" He shouted loudly. Mother-in-law, "Drag the prince to me, and hit twenty big boards!"

The errands in the house are all members of the Jiang family, and the women couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words.

Song Yichun picked up the cup in his hand and smashed it over: "You dog, I can't order you!"

Song Mo had no choice but to say to the women: "Father should teach me on behalf of mother."

Only then did the women walk over slowly, whispering, "Master, I've offended you", while supporting Song Mo.

Song Yi looked furious and said, "Just fight here, give me a fight here."

The women looked at Song Mo.

Song Mo nodded.

A few women came over with spring stools.

Song Mo lay prone on the stool.

A woman stepped forward, said in a low voice, "Master, please bear with me", and then picked up a long bamboo stick and started beating him.

They are rough envoys in the inner courtyard, and they usually beat the maidservants under Jiang's order at most. To Song Mo, they have no lethal power at all, let alone they intentionally release water and hit Song Mo, which is even more painless. itch.

Song Yichun's face was flushed with anger, and he stepped forward to drive a few wives, grabbed the bamboo stick from the wives' hands and slammed it hard at Song Mo, only then did the first muffled sound come from the room.

Song Mo couldn't help but take a deep breath. [

Song Yichun was still puzzled, and while beating, scolded: "You scoundrel! Damn you! If this gets out, how can you let others talk about your dead mother! Pity her for being so strong, she has never lost to others... ..."

Song Mo listened, his eyes filled with water.

My father has always been bad at handling housework, and when my mother died of illness, and this kind of thing happened again, my father was afraid that he was confused, so if he wanted to beat himself up, let him do it.

He lay there obediently and let his father beat him.

Crackling, crackling sound, more than twenty boards.

Song Mo endured it.

The white damask trousers were soaked with blood.

The women were shocked.

There was a mother-in-law who was favored by the Jiang family and persuaded in a low voice: "Master, you can't fight anymore! If you fight again, the son can't stand it!"

Song Yichun seemed to have come to his senses just now, he stared at the blood on his son's silk pants, froze for a moment, and dropped the bamboo stick with a "slap".

Song Mo and the women breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Song Yichun suddenly opened the warm curtain in the inner room, and shouted "Guard" to the outside.

Everyone in the room showed astonished expressions.

This is the upper room, which is Jiang's inner room. The guards are not allowed to enter the Chuihua Gate. There are women like them watching the night in the inner courtyard.

But what surprised them even more was that as soon as Song Yichun's voice fell, several burly guards walked in.

Song Yichun pointed at Song Mo: "Drag him to the yard and beat him hard!"

Song Mo didn't know any of these people.

His heart moved, and he wanted to get up, but he felt that his whole body was limp and unable to exert strength.

"Daddy..." He opened his eyes wide and looked at his father.

But his father didn't seem to see it, and several guards stepped forward like lightning and tied him up with thick cowhide bands. The movements were more skillful, and he seemed to be someone who was used to doing this.

"Daddy!" Song Mo's face was full of disbelief.

He is practicing inner-family health-cultivating kung fu, although it is not as powerful as outer kung fu, and he only knows a little bit, and idlers would never think of touching him, and now, not only is his whole body soft.Moreover, the infuriating energy was flying wildly, obviously out of his control. [

The women also felt the abnormality and shrank into a ball.

Song Mo calmed down, trying to gather the true energy in his body.

Several guards carried him out, and another spring bench was already prepared outside.The two guards standing beside the spring bench were no longer holding bamboo sticks.It is a killing stick used to punish those who have been exiled into the army.

Song Mo stared at his father.

Song Yichun didn't even look at him, and ordered several guards: "Hit me!"

The stick fell on Song Mo's body.Song Mo seemed to have shifted his internal organs and lungs.

Soon, fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Daddy!" Song Mo raised his head amidst the "cracking" sounds one after another.Ask the father standing under the veranda: "Why?"

Song Yichun's gaze was as cold as a millennium's ice: "Evil! You did a good thing. How dare you ask me why!"

"Why?" Song Mo looked at the birdcage under the eaves.

The small water pot was carved from white jade and was given to him by his father when he was five years old.

He looked at the pomegranate tree in the corner.

It was planted by his father when he was eight years old.

He looked at the swing rippling in the cold wind.

That was when my brother was three years old.Dad made it for his younger brother with him.

"Why?" Song Mo asked his father, tears falling uncontrollably.

Beside the camphor tree.There are kick balls that he used to give to his brother now; on the grape trellis, there are still red ropes that he used to pull the vines...

"Why?" he asked his father loudly.

Father just looked at him coldly.

Song Mo looked at his father, but his consciousness and vision began to gradually blur. The time seemed to be unbearably long, and only a moment passed.

My father's stern voice was faintly heard in my ear: "Drag him to the inner room for me to watch."

The stick that fell on his body stopped, but his father's words hit his heart more painfully than the stick: "Lu Zheng, you go and invite the eldest master, the third master and the fourth master, and just say that Song Mo's conduct is wrong. Let’s open the ancestral hall!”

Open the shrine!

Song Mo lay softly on the stool, his whole body seemed to be interrupted, and the feeling of pain made him feel a little dazed.

Open a shrine?

What's next?

Should he be decreed first to abolish his position as the eldest son, or should he be expelled from the family?

The tears in his eyes were dry, Song Mo raised his head with difficulty: "Why?"

White light, green shadow, glaring red, and dull brown all form a grotesque light and shadow.

"The body is from your parents. If you want it, you can take it. But why?" He couldn't see the person he was looking for. "I just want to ask, why?"

No one answered him.

With a sound of "snap!", he was thrown onto the stone bricks in the inner room where the earth dragon was burning.

The sweet smell of benzoin floats in the warm air, making people drowsy.

Song Mo bit the tip of his tongue, trying to concentrate his thoughts.

He couldn't fall asleep, and after falling asleep, he might never wake up again.

He is not afraid of death.

People die sooner or later.

There is something heavier than Mount Tai, but lighter than a feather.

Although his current death is lighter than a feather... But he doesn't want to die either!

Since others didn't tell him why, he had to find out the answer himself.

Song Moza struggled to get up.

But when he moved, hot blood gushed out of his mouth.

He suffered internal injuries!

It turned out that his father really wanted him to die!

Song Mo smiled.

He moved forward inch by inch.

In front is the large kang.

Even if he dies, he will not die humbly!

Where Song Mo passed by, there was a trail of blood.

He was thinking about Yu Jian and Chen Tao.

They're all probably dead.

If he had known this earlier, he should have let Yu Jian return with the guards.

Also avoid losing one more life in vain.

Fortunately, Chen He didn't come back with him.

There are only the two of them as wet nurses, Chen Tao has gone, and Chen Tao can help the elderly to die.

However, there was such a big commotion in the upper room, but no one came, which showed that my father had already made arrangements.

You have to figure out a way to notify them.

Escape if you can!

Song Mo panted heavily, and leaned against the Linda Kang.

On the coffee table opposite, two white hibiscus planted in cloisonné cups are in full bloom.

But he knew that no matter how well the flowers bloomed in the vase, they would wither in a few days.

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Brothers and sisters, I must write another chapter.

make a fist!

ps; Make up for the update on April 4st.

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