Song Xuan's footsteps paused slightly, his fingers moved, and he wanted to clench into a fist, but finally gave up.

She cleaned up her mood and continued to help Tu Shanling to walk inside.

"Yo!"

The woman in the floral dress jumped out from the side with a little girl with pigtails, and when she saw Song Xuan, she immediately dragged the little girl into the fork in the road, and covered the little girl's eyes.

Tu Shanling turned her head to look at the woman, the woman's eyes were intertwined with disgust, ridicule, and anger, so unforgettable, she suspected that Mother Song and this woman's husband had a head and tail.

After walking a long way, Tu Shanling asked softly: "A-Niang offended her?"

Song Xuan's face was extremely ugly, he glanced back at the way he came, and when he turned back to face Tu Shanling, he looked kind again.

A-Yin doesn't have to pay attention to her, she is the kind of person who hates her, self-righteous, pretentious, and always looks down on people, A-Yin can only take a detour when she sees her in the future. ”

Tu Shanling answered, but he was even more puzzled in his heart.

Walking to the end of the alley, Song Xuan opened the door, and the smell of rotten eggs and dead rats rushed to his face, which made Tu Shanling frown.

If you look closely, the black marks hanging on the walls and trees are not the remnants left after the broken eggs are smashed, and there are still some yellow and white eggshells left on the ground.

A few dead rats hung on the courtyard wall, dead and flat, and from time to time there were white maggots wriggling and wriggling in the minced meat.

Song Xuan didn't want Tu Shanling to see more, so she quickened her pace and stuffed people into the house.

"Lie on the bed obediently, A-Niang is going to ask for a doctor?"

Tu Shanling nodded.

Song Xuan retreated.

The courtyard door creaked, paused, and creaked again.

After a while, the sound of splashing water sounded in the courtyard, and it should be Song Xuan washing the floor.

The sound of the water gradually subsided, the stench dissipated a little, the courtyard door creaked again, followed by the sound of clicking on the lock, and this time Song Xuan really left.

Tu Shanling brought two buckets of water from the well, and took a bold bath to clean the wound at one time.

She changed into clean clothes, shook her dizzy head, lay on her back on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze.

Half-asleep, half-awake, she vaguely heard someone talking.

"The corpse poison in your daughter is very powerful, but fortunately it has not spread, this elixir is taken three times a day, and the corpse poison can be completely solved in seven days. ”

"Thank you, doctor. What about trauma, how to deal with trauma?"

"Traumatic ......"

The sound faded away, and it was not until he could no longer hear that Tu Shanling resumed his deep sleep.

Song Xuan sent the doctor away, fed the detoxification pill water to Tu Shanling according to the doctor's instructions, and crushed the recovery pill left by the doctor and sprinkled it on the wound on Tu Shanling's shoulder, blew it gently, and then bandaged it with a strip of cloth.

She stepped out of the door, rubbed her eyes, and left home again, this time heading straight for the East Side.

There are still three miles from the river bank, and the majestic inner city wall is clearly visible.

Song Xuan pursed her lips, ran across the Zuwu Bridge in one breath, and ran to the open Andingmen, she was dressed neatly, but she wore the identity jade plate of the Song family on her waist, and no one stopped her all the way.

Rushing into the clan study, she ran to the door of the mountain chief's house, and before she could see whether there was anyone in the door, she cried, "The mountain chief, you have to be the master of my son, she is about to be bullied to death by the people of the clan school." ”

Inside the Mountain Chief's Essence House, Song Yuan frowned slightly, put down the chess pieces in his hand, "What's the matter?"

The mountain chief secretly exclaimed, "Probably the daughter of the Fei Shi family was bullied again, this matter has been seriously dealt with a few times, and the effect is not ideal." ”

Non-stone, is Song Xuan's character.

Song Yuan tilted his head, "Mrs. Song, come in and speak." ”

Song Xuan was stuck in his throat with bitter water, and secretly looked at Song Yuan, seeing that this person was graceful and elegant, and he was wearing a bird's head hook on his waist that only his descendants could wear.

Song Yuan gestured to sit down and motioned for Song Xuan to sit down and speak.

Song Xuan sat down and twisted his fingers a little stiffly.

Song Yuan smiled gently, personally poured a cup of tea for Song Xuan, and when he saw Song Xuan relaxed, he asked, "What happened, you tell me slowly." ”

Song Xuan's depression and anger, as well as the energy that had been accumulated to splash and roll, dissipated in front of Song Yuan in an instant, and she spoke clearly about what happened from last night to today.

The mountain chief's face turned blue with anger, "A bunch of bastard things!"

Song Yuan coughed lightly, "Clan studies are a place to cultivate talents for my Song family, and there is actually a bullying of my classmates, and the mountain chief needs to rectify the atmosphere ......well."

He glanced up at the door, and a familiar figure flashed outside the door.

"But tomorrow is the Shangyuan Temple Festival, and in my opinion, this matter will be suppressed......"

The familiar figure flashed back again.

Song Yuan's eyes widened, looking at the second brother who walked in, and he forgot what he wanted to say next.

Song Qian's face was cold, and his voice was even colder, "Deal with it immediately." ”

The mountain chief's heart trembled, and he immediately got up and saluted, "Chongguang-jun." ”

Grab a three-year-old child and ask, which Nanye Song clan has the highest prestige, the answer must not be Song Yuan, the head of the family, but Song Qian, the seventh saint of Qingjing Terrace.

This can be known just by looking at the attitude of the mountain chief.

Song Xuan was stunned by the three words "Chongguangjun", and forgot to salute, even the mountain chief gave her a look, she didn't see it, or the mountain chief secretly kicked her, she came back to her senses, hurriedly got up, and didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

Fortunately, Song Qian didn't notice her.

Song Yuan looked at Song Qian's expression and knew that Song Qian was serious, so he asked, "What are you going to do?"

Song Qian lightly spit out two words, "Retreat." ”

Song Yuan shook his head, "Zimu, this punishment is really heavy, they are just children, teach patiently, they will always teach well." ”

Song Qian looked directly into Song Yuan's eyes, "Don't be tolerated." ”

Song Yuan sighed, "Once cleared, the road for this group of children will be cut off." ”

Song Qian's voice was unwavering, "It's just a stubborn stone, it's a pity." ”

Song Yuan looked at his younger brother deeply, and understood what his younger brother meant, no matter how much he taught, he couldn't become a beautiful jade, what the Taishang Daozu couldn't do back then, the Song family couldn't do it even more if they didn't have a lot of teaching and learning from the Dao Ancestor.

Thinking of the stubborn stones that jumped everywhere produced by Qingjingtai, Song Yuan felt a headache and agreed with his younger brother's decision.

Song Qian got the answer he wanted, turned around and left the table.

Song Xuan confessed and chased out, "Chongguangjun." ”

Song Qian stopped and looked.

Song Xuan solemnly bowed, "Thank you." ”

"Hmm. Song Qian seemed to remember some pleasant memories, and his eyebrows and eyes were a little softer, "In case of injustice, someone has to reach out." ”

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After school, Song Qian threw off Tu Shanling, the annoying spirit, and returned to his residence, opening a box on the bookcase as usual, but the contents of the box were gone.

Inside the box was a pendant, which his grandmother had given him and that his grandfather had used when he was alive.

When he was at home, he had an elder brother, who was the future helmsman of the Song family, and his father valued him and took him to cultivate him, and his mother loved him, for fear that he would be tired and hungry.

On the other hand, his parents will only repeatedly tell him not to compete with his brother and not to behave better than his brother, only his grandmother still misses him and sends him some of his favorite things every once in a while.

He left home to study, and his parents did not show up, only his grandmother sent him out of the north city gate, and handed him a fan pendant to keep as a memory, so that when he was homesick, he took it out to have a look.

He was very homesick, and before doing his homework every day, he always had to rub the fan to calm down, but he didn't think that the muddy people on the quiet platform actually moved his most precious thing!

He followed the trail, and in the dense forest, he saw the fan pendant lying among the fallen leaves, he rushed over without hesitation, but before he caught the fan pendant, he was empty, and quickly fell towards the trap.