Song Han was helped aside, changed his clothes, and took him to his study next door.

It was quiet in the study.

Wu Yi is serving Song Mo to write big characters.

Song Han raised his head, and the corner of his eye glanced over the floor mirror.

In the mirror, he is neatly dressed, except that his face is slightly pale and his expression is a little sluggish, which is no different from usual.

Only then did he deeply understand what it meant to "leave no traces".

If he had just died, would he have looked like he had lost his footing and drowned?

Song Han's whole body was cold, and his teeth chattered, but he still pounced on Song Mo: "Brother, brother, this is not your idea, right?" You're just trying to scare me, right? He began to cry, "It's not that I don't want to sue you, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid that if you know it, you'll resent my father even more...... I'm caught in the middle, torn between a rock and a hard place...... I didn't mean to...... Otherwise, I wouldn't have told you that my father and mother had a fight...... There have been several times when I wanted to sue you, but you either went to the palace with Gu Yu, and I didn't have a chance to tell you...... I have to ask you to find out as soon as possible...... I didn't expect my brother to really find out...... I don't know what to tell you......"

Song Mo didn't seem to hear it, he didn't raise his head and let him cry, he finished writing the last stroke seriously, looked at it for a long time, then put down the pen, took the handkerchief handed by Wu Yi and wiped his hands, looked up and said to Song Han with a smile: "You're here!" Sit down and talk. ”

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

Song Han couldn't stop shaking.

He had seen Song Mo like this, politely and detachedly greeting those who he didn't care about at all, but he didn't expect it. One day, he will also become one of those people that Song Mogen does not care about.

Or, he once thought of it.

When Jiang Yan was first picked up, he had thought about it.

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

Song Han stayed in front of the bookcase.

Lu Ming respectfully helped him to sit down on the Taishi chair not far from Song Mo. His face was completely devoid of the indifference and violence he had just tortured him, like a lowly servant.

Hypocrisy!

It's fake!

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 didn't dare!

The pain of suffocation remained clearly in his senses.

The man in front of him. On the surface, he is polite and gentle, but in his bones he is ruthless and ruthless, and he is no longer the brother who loves him very much.

He sat there with his legs limp.

Wu Yi offered him a cup of hot tea.

He muttered "thank you", but in exchange for a cold and disdainful smile on the corner of Song Mo's mouth.

In the past, the second master of the British Mansion was such a noble figure. Don't say thank you, as long as he smiles satisfactorily at those who serve him, the servants will be flattered. I feel that it is the supreme honor. And Song Han has understood this very well since he was a child. Proudly like a peacock. Light yì will not thank humanity.

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

Song Mo looked at him. I feel even more disgusting.

How could I be blinded by the grease in the first place, and I looked at the wrong father. Still mistaken about him?

Song Mo sneered: "I didn't expect our Second Master Song to bow his head this day. If you know today, why bother in the first place? Even if you are Li Xiaoniang's son, you were just an infant child at that time, what does it have to do with the mistakes made by adults? Don't say that you also have the blood of the Song family in your body, even if you are brought back from the outside by your father 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. Who knows that you don't cherish such a fate, and you have to wait until you are beaten into the dust to know how carefree and noble the old days were. ”

His voice was like the spring water of a mountain stream, crisp but also a little cold.

Song Han lowered his head, his face was red and white for a while.

If he had told the truth at the beginning, would Song Mo really still treat himself as a brother?

He didn't believe it at all, but his heart defense, which was as strong as a city wall, couldn't help but loosen a little.

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

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

He left everything in the past behind him, and asked Song Han again: "What did my father and mother say when they quarreled?" ”

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 make up some nonsense to fool you, right?

"In those days, my mother was not in good health, she was always wilting, and you were in Liaodong, I was very anxious, in addition to serving 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 praised me in front of my father for being filial and sensible.

"I was very proud, so I wanted to show myself in front of my father, and I had to decoct my mother myself. My mother disagreed, fearing that I would be burned. My father said that I had grown up and knew that it was a good thing that I felt sorry for people, so I asked Zhujun to accompany me to decoction.

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

Zhujun and the others smiled and comforted me and said that it didn't matter, and hurriedly took the side medicine and fried it on the stove.

"I was so angry that I poured the rest of the medicine into Xiaobao to drink.

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

"I was scared half to death.

"Xingfang said that I poured medicine on Xiaobao.

"I'm afraid that my mother will blame me, thinking that my mother has been sick in bed these days, and I don't have time to coax Xiaobao and Dabao, so I begged Xingfang to help me hide the little treasure, and I was going to go to the fifth uncle and ask him to find a way to get me a cat that is exactly the same as Xiaobao.

Xingfang agreed.

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

"Just go find Xingfang.

But I saw Xingfang quietly burying the residue of the medicine that her mother had drunk.

"I was weird. Even if it is to bury the slag, it should be Qing Li and Zhujun who are going to bury it, why is Xingfang buried?

Every day, I quietly grabbed a handful of the medicine residue that my mother had drunk and sprinkled it in the pot of the chrysanthemum in my mother's house.

"It didn't take long. The chrysanthemum died.

"I ran to tell my father.

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

"I was afraid that my mother would be sad, so I didn't dare to tell my mother, and 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 couldn't help but say something. I went to help Mama Xie make osmanthus cakes.

"You know what happened next.

"When I came back, my father and mother ignored each other with straight faces. My mother asked Ribaku to take me down to change my clothes, and when I folded them back. Mother and father were arguing, I was carried under the grape trellis by Mama Xie, I didn't have time to hear why my mother and father were arguing, and then later, I was dragged back to the house by Libai, and when Qing Li came to call me, my mother was no longer able to do it, and was lying on the side of the bed and vomiting blood, and my father stepped forward. But he was pushed away by his mother......"

Song Mo's face was calm. The white fingertips holding the teacup revealed his feelings.

He glanced at Song Han lightly. Said softly: "Song Han, you are still lying!" Do you think I'm stupid? Think I don't dare to do anything to you, so unscrupulous? ”

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

"I knew it. You won't believe me. He looked at Song Mo in frustration, and his dry voice made him look nervous.

Song Mo smiled at him. Standing up, his hand grabbed his neck like an electric switch.

"You may not know it yet," he said slowly, his hand tightening a little bit, "I don't mind doing it myself. ”

Song Han's face immediately began to redden.

He squeezed Song Mo's hand tightly.

But how could he be 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 screamed.

Song Mo unhurriedly closed the tiger's mouth.

Song Yichun's roar came from outside the door: "It's the other way around!" This is the British Mansion, and the Yizhitang is also part of the British Mansion, you are the guards of the Yizhitang, and also the guards of my British Mansion, you dare to stop me, don't blame me for being unkind when the time comes! ”

Song Han's spirits lifted.

It is impossible for the upper court to be without a father, Song Mo tried him in the upper court, and the root was to throw himself into the net!

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

A hint of pride flashed in Song Han's eyes.

Song Mo smiled dumbly.

He looked at Song Han's eyes and gently instructed Lu Ming: "Let Grandpa Guo come in." I want him to see with his own eyes how I strangled his son to death! ”

Lu Ming replied "yes" expressionlessly and walked out of the inner room.

Song Han was shocked.

Song Mo's hand tightened.

Song Han struggled with all his strength.

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

Song Yichun was escorted by several guards and broke in.

The scene in the room stunned him.

The guards were even more dumbfounded.

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

Song Han's eyes were red, his head could no longer move, he squinted at Song Yichun pitifully, and silently asked 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? ”

"yes!" Song Mo turned around, smiled defiantly at Song Yichun, and said, "Father is not right, you should ask me if I want to murder my brother!" ”

Song Yichun's footsteps were sluggish.

Song Mo's hand suddenly tightened.

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

Song Yichun was furious: "Stop! You rebel, this time the lawsuit will come to the palace, and I will also take the position of your son! ”

"Really?" Song Mo raised his eyebrows 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!" As he spoke, there was a metallic sound in the house, and a lot of people appeared inside and outside the house, surrounding Song Yichun and the others.

Song Yichun was furious: "What are you going to do?" ”

Chang Huwei, Lu Ming and the others all pulled out the swords at their waists and stood facing each other.

The room was filled with the tension and depression of the mountain rain coming and the wind filling the building.

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