When Song Shuyan heard her say this, he didn't ask.

Forget it, anyway, the affairs of the older generation, if you mix it more, it will only make an ugly scene.

In the house, Song Ling saw Zhige and Song Shuyan leaving, and when he turned around, he saw Liu Yunling's pretence, and after a meal, he didn't have a taste for anything.

"You won't have to worry about Shu Yan in the future, you just need to worry about Wanyan's affairs, isn't Wanyan not enough for you to toss?" Although Song Ling's tone was good, it was not much better in his words.

Instead, it seems to have fallen the faces of Liu Yunling's mother and daughter.

Song Wanyan's face was not so good-looking, she stiffened and didn't say anything, and her hands hidden under the table almost tore off her sleeves.

Song Wanyan was very dissatisfied, could it be that only Song Shuyan was his daughter?

And I can only serve her like a girl?

Song Ling, who is this father, is really eccentric to the bones!

Of course, even if Song Wanyan resented Song Shuyan for being favored, she had to lick her face.

Liu Yunling aggrieved her face and lowered her eyebrows, covering the bitterness and jealousy in her eyes.

Why?

She just let Song Shuyan lose face, but she was blamed by Song Ling, and the reason was only because of Liu Yunling's words.

He doesn't have a place for himself and Yan'er's mother and daughter in his heart at all!

Thinking of this, Liu Yunling became more and more jealous and hateful.

And her daughter Song Wanyan was even more jealous and resentful of Song Shuyan at this time.

Song Shuyan, who had already left the house, didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts, and even if they knew, they wouldn't say a word.

In the middle of the night, after Song Shuyan took a bath, he had already rested.

And because of today's incident, Song Ling wanted to see Zhige at night and wanted to talk to her, but she was a little nervous.

Finally, when he arrived, he saw Zhige, but as soon as he heard her first words, his heart was half cold, like the wind outside.

No, the wind outside isn't that cool.

In front of her, the elegant woman in the candlelight said, "Grandpa, what am I doing in this place?"

Song Ling coughed and said awkwardly: "If you want to come, you will come." ”

Zhige's face was cold, and she returned to the dresser, and asked her personal maid to comb her hair for her, so that her hair would be neater and she could sleep comfortably.

Song Ling saw that she was unwilling to take care of herself, so she stepped forward and motioned to the maid to take the peach wood comb, and when she wanted to comb her hair, she stretched out her hand to stop her.

At night, a cold tone sounded, falling into the tip of his ear: "If you are willing to be a slave, you can go to Aunt Liu's place, come to me, it's just to find you and me unhappy." ”

Song Ling's hand that had just stretched out stiffened, and the peach comb stayed in mid-air, retracted it awkwardly, and put it on the dresser, revealing four points of sadness, three points of annoyance, and three points of stunnedness.

Zhige ignored Song Ling, picked up the peach comb and combed his hair for himself.

"Zhige, have you made enough trouble?" Song Ling asked in a deep voice, pursing his lips.

"If you want someone to mess with you, isn't Aunt Liu?" said Zhige again.

A brown sleeve swept over her head, causing a chill, and footsteps sounded behind her.

When there was no footsteps, Zhige turned around and saw that the man was not standing there, and there was a smile, and a trace of sadness inevitably flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

"Madam, grandpa finally came over tonight, why did you want to drive him to Aunt Liu?" the maid felt sorry for her, and told her seriously, "Grandpa is willing to bow down, your life is so long, is it like that?"

"It's over, as long as the words are good, I'll be so peaceful, and it's good to live the rest of my life without wind and rain. As for Song Ling, his heart is dead, and touching it again is just a trace of helplessness and sadness that arises from inconsequential reasons.

It didn't get to the point of dying or living, and it didn't hurt his heart and toss himself to death.

When the maid heard her say this, she saw that she did not look disappointed or jealous, and thought to herself: Madame is afraid that she is really dead.

sighed silently, she knew that her wife was accompanied by the eldest lady, and she was not too lonely, but she had eaten fasting and recited Buddha for a long time, and her heart was probably like water.

She doesn't want to fight in this house, but how can Liu Yunling's mother and daughter be a fuel-efficient lamp?

Fortunately, there is still a smart and intelligent eldest lady, otherwise, Mrs. is afraid that she will have to do it in the Buddha hall for the rest of her life.

However, it's good to think about these words in your heart, what kind of bad luck does it cause when you say it in the middle of the night?

The next day, at the end of the day.

The early morning belongs to the time when the sun rises, the temperature is not hot, but there is a gentle breeze blowing in the face, refreshing people's souls are refreshed and refreshing.

Shen Zeyuan, who came as promised, and Shen Zecang, who was arrogant, and Song Wanyan, who came with him, and Song Shuyan, who came at the appointment.

In the early morning, there was no one in the martial arts arena again.

Even fewer people came here, only a few people.

Shen Zeyuan motioned to Song Shuyan not to worry about him.

"I don't know what weapon you want to choose?" asked Shen Zecang.

"Sword. Shen Zeyuan said simply, spears and knives, daggers and sticks, he naturally wouldn't choose.

That's why he chose to use a sword, just because he usually uses a sword, and it's easier to use.

Shen Zecang smiled, the meaning was unknown, and even with a hint of gloom, he picked up a long sword to the side, waved it a few times, and had a few appearances.

"Please. Shen Zeyuan stretched out his hand to signal him, waited for him to take a look at himself, and after he went up, he himself also arrived at the competition platform.

There is an invisible killing intent hovering in the middle between the two, and the sense of oppression created by the inadvertent, everyone can easily see the-for-tat duel above.

Shen Zecang took a look at the silver long sword he chose, under the morning sun, the cold light was shining, and the sword was sharp.

"This time, don't even think about winning me. Shen Zecang whispered, extremely gloomy.

He is a prince himself, his qualifications are not bad, and his hard work is not too much, he can only be said to be countable, so his physical strength can only belong to the middle and upper class of the crowd.

Compared to Shen Zeyuan, he had already lost in physical strength.

At this moment, Shen Zeyuan was calm and steady, holding a long sword in his hand, and his eyebrows were solemn.

Shen Zecang moved his hand one step ahead of Shen Zeyuan, he stabbed, and the person in front of him slashed sideways, and the sword was crooked.

The two of them made a move, Shen Zecang's wrist was faintly painful, and his mouth was numb, while Shen Zeyuan's face was cold, his posture was like electricity, and he killed it with a sword.

Shen Ze dodged dangerously and dangerously, but was hit in the abdomen by an incoming kick, causing him to hurriedly take a few steps back.

He was angry and red with red pupils, gritted his teeth, and walked away with his sword, either horizontally, or stabbed, or chopped, but whatever Shen Zecang could use, he did it inadvertently.

Shen Zeyuan frowned, what the master was most afraid of was that he couldn't explain it clearly, and he couldn't imagine that one day it would happen to him.

Shen Zecang's sword moves didn't have any rules, but he just relied on his instinct to block the previous move, and he didn't know what the next move was.

At the moment, it can only be consumed.

Shen Zecang barely fought to a draw with him, but his physical strength was gradually declining, which also made him realize that he couldn't last long.