Ninefold Purple

Song Han was helped aside, changed into a change of clothes, and took him to his study next door. -"

It was quiet in the study.

Wuyi is serving Song Mo to write big characters.

Song Han raised his head, glancing at the floor-to-ceiling mirror from the corner of his eye.

In the mirror, he was neatly dressed, and he was no different from usual except for his slightly pale face and a bit of lethargy in his expression. [

Only then did he deeply understand what "leaving no trace" meant.

If he had died just now, wouldn't he look as if he had stumbled and drowned?

Song Han's whole body was cold and his teeth were chattering, but he still rushed towards Song Mo: "Brother, brother, this wasn't your idea, right? You just want to scare me, right?" He began to cry , "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you will resent father even more after you know... I'm caught in the middle, in a dilemma... I didn't mean it... Otherwise I wouldn't Tell you that my father and mother once quarreled... I wanted to tell you several times, but you were either with Gu Yu or went to the palace. I didn't have a chance to tell you... I had to beg You can find out as soon as possible...I didn't expect my brother to really find out...I don't know how to tell you..."

Song Mo didn't seem to hear, let him cry without raising his head, finished the last stroke seriously, looked at it for a long time, then put down the pen, took the handkerchief Wu Yi handed over, wiped his hands, raised his head and smiled He said to Song Han: "You are here! Sit down and talk."

It was as if the torture just now was a dream.

Song Han couldn't stop shaking.

He had seen Song Mo like this, greeting those people he didn't care about in a polite and distant manner, but he never thought that one day, he would become one of those people Song Mo didn't care about at all.

Or, he had thought.

He had thought about it when Jiang Yan was first picked up.

But when he saw that Song Mo didn't pursue this matter, he just deceived himself and didn't continue to think about it.

Song Han stayed in front of the desk.

Lu Ming respectfully helped him sit on the grand master's chair not far from Song Mo, his face was completely free from the indifference and violence he had just tortured him just now, like a humble servant.

hypocritical!

True or false!

It's all hypocrisy!

Song Han looked at his face as if there was a fire burning in his chest, and he was about to rush out.

But he dare not!

The pain of suffocation still clearly remained in his senses.

The person in front of him is polite on the surface, but warm and meek in his heart, but he is cruel and cruel. He is no longer the elder brother who loves him so much. [

He sat there with his legs limp.

Wu Yi offered him a cup of hot tea.

He murmured "Thank you", but in return Song Mo smiled indifferently and disdainfully.

Thinking back to the past, what a noble figure the second master of the British government was.Don't say thank you to this servant, as long as he shows a satisfied smile to those who serve him, those servants will be flattered and feel that it is an honor.And Song Han understood this very well since he was a child, he was as proud as a peacock, and he would not thank others easily.

But now, without the status of the second master of the British government, he is just a humble ordinary person.

Song Mo felt even more disgusted looking at him.

How could I have been blinded by grease back then, misjudged my father, and misunderstood his?

Song Mo sneered and said, "I didn't expect that our Second Master Song would bow his head. If I had known this day, why bother? Even if you were Li Tiaoniang's son, you were just a baby at that time. The mistake your lord made What does it have to do with you? Don't say that you also have the blood of the Song family on your body. Even if your father brought you back from outside to disgust your mother, since you have been my younger brother for more than ten years, I will still treat you as my own brother. Look at it. Who knows that you don't cherish such a fate, and you have to wait until you are knocked down into the dust to know how carefree, dignified and dignified your life was in the past."

His voice was like spring water in a mountain stream, crisp but also a bit cold.

Song Han lowered his head, his face turned red and white.

If he had told the truth back then, would Song Mo really still treat himself like a brother?

He didn't believe that the defenses that were as strong as a city wall were involuntarily loosened a little.

Song Mo didn't want to talk about it anymore.

It will only make him see again how stupid he is!

He put all the past behind him, and asked Song Han again: "When father and mother quarreled, what did they say?"

Song Han raised his head, looked at Song Mo seriously, and said sincerely: "I really don't know. I know you don't believe it, but I really don't know. I can't just make up something to fool you, right?

"In those days, my mother was not in good health and was always listless. You were in Liaodong again. I was very anxious. Apart from taking medicine for my mother every day, I read the "Lotus Sutra" in front of the Bodhisattva and prayed for my mother.

"My mother was very happy, and even praised me for being filial and sensible in front of my father.

"I was very proud of myself, so I wanted to show myself in front of my father. I had to make medicine for my mother myself. My mother disagreed, for fear that I would be burned. But my father said that it is a good thing that I have grown up and know how to love others. Let Mr. Zhu accompany me to decoct the medicine.

"But one day, my mother's little treasure meowed around me, causing me to overturn the medicine bowl.

"Mr. Zhu and the others smiled and comforted me and said it was okay, and hurriedly took the secondary medicine and fried it on the stove.

"I was so angry that I gave Xiaobao the rest of the medicine. [

"After Xiaobao drank, he couldn't get up again.

"I was scared to death.

"Xingfang said that I gave Xiaobao drugs indiscriminately.

"I was afraid that my mother would blame me, and thinking that my mother had been sick in bed these days and had no time to coax the little treasures, so I asked Xingfang to help me hide the little treasure. I was going to find the fifth uncle and let him find a way to get it for me. A cat exactly like Xiaobao.

"Xingfang agreed.

"I was very nervous, for fear that my mother would find out that Xiaobao was missing.

"Go find Xingfang.

"But I saw Xingfang quietly burying the dregs of medicine that my mother drank.

"I was surprised at the time. Even if it was to bury the dregs of medicine, Qing Li and Zhu Jun should be the ones to bury it. Why is Xingfang burying it?

"Every day, I quietly grab a handful of dregs that my mother drank and sprinkle them in the flower pot of the black chrysanthemum in my mother's house.

"It didn't take long for that black chrysanthemum to die.

"I ran and told my father.

"But my father accompanied my mother to enjoy the chrysanthemums under the verandah.

"I was afraid that my mother would be sad, so I didn't dare to tell my mother, but I wanted to tell my father quietly later.

"But my mother kept holding my hand and asking me if I was cold, and I was afraid that I might slip my tongue, so I went to help Mammy Xie make osmanthus cake.

"You know what happened next.

"When I came back, my father and mother ignored each other with stern faces. My mother asked Li Bai to take me down to change clothes. When I turned back, my mother and father were arguing. I was carried to Grapevine by Madam Xie I didn't have time to hear why my mother and father were arguing. Later, I was dragged back to the house by Li Bai. When Qing Li came to call me, my mother was already dying and was lying on the bedside vomiting blood. My father stepped forward but was kicked away by my mother..."

Song Mo's face was calm, but his white fingertips holding the teacup revealed his emotions.

He glanced at Song Han lightly, and said softly: "Song Han, you are still lying! Do you think I am stupid? Do you think I dare not do anything to you, so you are so reckless?"

That soft but emotionless voice made Song Han's hairs stand on end.

"I knew it, you wouldn't believe me." He looked at Song Mo dejectedly, his dry voice made him look nervous.

Song Mo smiled at him, stood up and grabbed his neck like a lightning bolt.

"You may not know yet," he said slowly, his hands clenched little by little like iron tongs, "I don't mind doing it myself at all."

Song Han's face immediately turned red.

He squeezed Song Mo's hand tightly.

But why is he Song Mo's opponent?

Song Han tasted the pain of suffocation again.

He stared at Song Mo with wide eyes.

Song Mo laughed mockingly.

There was a commotion outside the door.

Song Han yelled.

Song Mo closed the tiger's mouth unhurriedly.

Song Yichun roared outside the door: "It's against the sky! This is the British government, and Yizhitang is also a part of the British government. You are the guards of Yizhitang and my British government. How dare you stop me?" Me, don't blame me for being rude!"

Song Han's spirit lifted.

It is impossible for someone without a father in the upper court, and Song Mo's trial in the upper court is simply throwing himself into a trap!

As long as he lives and waits for his father to appear, Song Mo has nothing to do with him.

A smug look flashed in Song Han's eyes.

Song Mo laughed dumbly.

He looked into Song Han's eyes and told Lu Ming gently: "Let the Duke come in. I want him to see with his own eyes how I strangled his son to death!"

Lu Ming answered "yes" with an expression on his face, and left the inner room.

Song Han was shocked.

Song Mo's hands tightened even more.

Song Han struggled and fought with all his strength.

Song Mo just looked at him with contempt, as if he was a cockroach that could be slapped to death at any time.

Song Yichun was escorted by several guards and broke in.

He was stunned by the scene in the room.

The regular guards were even more dumbfounded.

Song Mo leaned close to Song Han and whispered, "Let me ask you one last time, what did father and mother say when they quarreled?"

Song Han's eyes were red and his head could no longer move. He looked sideways at Song Yichun pitifully and begged Song Yichun for help.

Song Yichun came back to his senses, and strode towards Song Mo: "What are you going to do? Do you want to murder your brother?"

"Yeah!" Song Mo turned around, smiled provocatively at Song Yichun, and said, "Father is wrong, you should ask me if I want to murder my brother!"

Song Yichun's footsteps faltered.

Song Mo's hand tightened suddenly.

Song Mo couldn't breathe and stuck out his tongue.

Song Yichun was furious: "Stop! You son of a bitch, this time, even if the lawsuit comes to the front of the court, I will take your position as the eldest son!"

"Really?" Song Mo raised an eyebrow at Song Yichun, and let go of his hand.

Song Han clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground.

Song Mo's foot stepped on Song Han's head: "Father, I think it's better for you not to meddle in the affairs of our two brothers!" Following his words, there was a metallic sound in the room. A lot of people appeared vaguely outside the house, surrounding Song Yichun and others.

Song Yichun was startled and angry: "What are you doing?"

Chang Weiwei, Lu Ming and the others drew their swords from their waists and stood facing each other.

The room is filled with tension and depression that is about to rain.

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