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The castle lord's mansion, surrounded by dark red main gates, is surrounded by high walls and shaded by green trees.

As soon as you enter the main gate, the stone roads are connected, and the flowers and plants are dotted between the rockery landscape pavilions.

In the magnificent hall, luxurious atmosphere, on the floor paved with white jade, kneeling a four or five-year-old boy in luxurious clothes, under the delicate face of the little boy, no matter how brilliant the brocade clothes, it also looked dull and colorless.

On the left hand side of the boy lies a cute-looking little girl, about seven or eight years old, wearing a moon-white butterfly-patterned dress.

At the head of the hall sat an old man in green clothes with a beard, this old man was none other than the grandfather of the little boy kneeling below and the little girl lying on the ground.

The first frost of the years has been dyed on Bailitang's head, and the roots are silver, half-covered and half-hidden. His face was already covered with wrinkles, as if telling the vicissitudes of the past, a pair of brown eyes were sunken in the sockets, and the beard he had grown was three inches long, and his loving face was now gone, and became ruthless.

Baili Tang put his big palm on the chair made of pear fragrant wood, swept his tiger eyes, stared at the kneeling boy, and smashed the tea cup in his hand on the ground with a blushing face.

'Smack'.

The sound that reverberated in the hall crisply, the teacup shattered into slag, and there was no fragment as big as a quick finger, so you can imagine how angry the person who threw the teacup was.

The people in the hall reflexively straightened their necks and stood straight and straight, for fear that the next unlucky one would be themselves.

The hot tea, splashed from the broken teacup into the hall, and part of it fell on the kneeling little boy, and the little boy just stubbornly stared directly at the first person, and the old monk was generally motionless, not paying attention to the burned skin, nor being afraid, or dodging.

The second lady, Song Yueqiong, walked over distressedly, looked at the reddened part of the little boy's white skin, and took out the plaster in her arms to carefully medicate the boy.

Comforting the little boy in a low voice: "Bu'er, don't be afraid, your grandfather is just angry for a while, the thunder is heavy and the rain is small, and it will be fine later." ”

The little boy just glanced at the second lady lightly, and there was no sound.

The second lady is delicate, with a white complexion, bright eyes, slender eyebrows and a small nose, and a smile often appears on her cheeks, which has a rare unique flavor of a Jiangnan woman, but she is not a Jiangnan person.

She was wearing a jade cigarette dress, the color was very bright, but the beautiful dress was worn on her, and it could only be used for embellishment.

After wiping the medicine, the second lady mustered up the courage to kneel beside her little nephew, and said to Bai Litang in anger: "Father, if you have something to say, the divination is just a child." ”

The second lady glanced at the person lying next to her, and said that the innocent and kind divination had harmed the gloomy Bailiyun, which was a big joke.

"A woman's kindness."

Bai Li Tang turned his face away, and he didn't even bother to look at his second daughter-in-law, and the courage of the person kneeling there shocked him, and he was not shocked in those big eyes, and he didn't put his anger in his eyes.

From the birth of divination to the present, there are a lot of rumors, but Bai Litang has not paid attention to them, and he has sincerely loved divination.

Speaking from his heart, Baili Tang thinks that this little grandson is very good-looking, and he can't even find a little flaw on his body, let alone in Bailijia, even the entire Xucheng, I'm afraid he can't find anyone who is better than him.

It's just that later, the divination slowly grew up, and he actually had a phobia, as soon as people approached him within three steps, his body began to be red and red, who wants to accept that a person is uncomfortable when you are close, and he is not a dirty thing.

Slowly, Baili Tang also stayed away from this little grandson.

Bai Li Tang can imagine that in a few years, divination will be another popular figure, but unfortunately, he can no longer tolerate this child to live to that time.

"Father, I think, there must be other reasons for this, the divination is innocent, why do you have to be so angry, you are stupid to see the divination."

Song Xiangqiong's mouth opened and closed, hiding the smile at the corner of her mouth, turning her back to the people in the hall, smiling and throwing a wink to Bailitang.

Looking at Bai Litang who changed his posture uncomfortably with satisfaction, Song Xiangqiong sneered in her heart.

Hmph, Ji Ying, this time I see what you use to save your precious son, and I not only want her son to die, but also the position of her city lord's wife.

Ji Ying looks better than herself, what's the use of being spoiled by Baili Yao, it's better to find a backer who won't fall, and there will always be someone to support her.

"Okay, now that he is still young, he knows that it is better to blacken the family, it is better to end him early, so as not to bring indelible damage to the family in the future." As soon as Song Xiangqiong spoke, she strengthened her determination to divinate her life.

He has been beautiful all his life, but he can't be old, and he ended up with a bad end, he can't gamble, he can't afford to lose, the consequences are too serious.

When the divination is dead, he can sit back and relax, and he can do as he did as before, and his reputation prevails compared to his reputation.

Hearing the news, Ji Ying, who hurriedly ran over from the bedroom, looked at the lonely thin figure kneeling on the ground, resisted the urge to run over and shed tears while holding the divination, and respectfully greeted him:

"Father."

Ji Ying knew in her heart that this time, I am afraid that she would not be good, the only one who would help their mother and son Bai Liyao was not there, and the others were either soft-spoken, or they would only fall into the well.

And the person in the first place usually has a deep prejudice against her, and even hates her.

Baili Tang is okay with divination, but that is without the presence of Song Xiangqiong's son.

"Ji Ying, you have no way to teach your son, there is a daughter-in-law like you in the Baili family, a great shame, I will clean the door for Yao'er today."

Bai Li Tang looked at the calm daughter-in-law in the hall, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't want to kill her son today, but also implicate her.

"Dare to ask my father, what mistake did the divination make, you have to make him kneel here." Ji Ying also knelt next to her son, she wanted to accompany her son, even if she knew the reason, she pretended to be stupid and didn't know.

I heard that Song Xiangqiong's woman was also present at that time, it seems that five years ago, she should not have been soft-hearted and let go of this femme fatale-hearted woman so simply.

"He was ruthless at a young age, mutilated his compatriots and siblings, and it was not a pity to die." The person kneeling there with the rain did not make Baili Yao feel compassion at all, and he was not Baili Yao.

He was so confused that he didn't even listen to him, he could easily let go.

"Father, divination is still so young, whoever can be harmed, it must be someone else who harmed him."

"I saw with my own eyes, who can harm him, come, bring pen and ink." Bai Li Tang didn't want to say more, he had to help his son divorce this unconscious woman before taking care of the little one.

When the subordinate dressed in gray came over with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there was an earth-shattering cry from far outside the hall.

When people come last, the sound comes first.

Listen moving, smell sad.