Finally, Song Yisheng's team returned to Qing'an.

As he is Qing'an, he can already clear the scene, not to mention, he is here to announce the decree.

Officials of all sizes in Qing'an County came to receive the order, and Qin Cao and the others were no exception.

The routine red tape of commendations and rewards was implemented, and it was nothing more than the promotion of some officials and the commemoration of the families of the dead soldiers, and when Song Yisheng read that Fang Qian was promoted to the commander of the Seventh Rank, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Fang Qian didn't take him seriously in the first place, and now he didn't have to think about it.

"There is also a decree for Song Yijin." Song Yisheng kept his expression unchanged, and the anger in his eyes was well hidden.

If it weren't for Song Yijin's bad deeds, he would have filled the vacancy of the Ministry of Industry at this moment and packed up and entered Beijing.

But in front of the officials in Qing'an, of course he couldn't say anything, and only returned to Qing'an Houfu with the holy decree given to Song Yijin.

Qin Cao and the others looked at each other, Cao Yu was a little worried, the holy decree was issued, but no one could save her.

Qin Wujiang smiled unkindly.

Heaven does iniquity, but it can live, but it does not live.

Song Yisheng kept going and saw the familiar vermilion lacquer gate.

Someone had already informed everyone in the house, and he strode into the door.

The Du family took Song Yijin and the only remaining two aunts of the Lian family and the Luo clan in the lobby, and they were a little panicked.

Holy decree, the last time he received the holy decree, Song Yisheng flew on the branch and became Qing'anhou.

This time.

Song Yisheng glanced at his sister deeply, read out the holy decree, and his voice smelled of grinding his teeth: "Congratulations, Lord Qing'an." ”

Song Yijin's eyes widened.

Lord of Qing'an County.

It's her?

She became the county lord of Qing'an.

Du Shi grabbed his daughter's hand and was overjoyed.

yes, yes.

Qing'an Houmei and Qing'an County Lord, that's not a level of honor.

The county lord is the honor of the woman herself.

Except for those relatives of the emperor and the daughters of the princess who are very favored by the emperor, how can ordinary women have this honor.

Du Shi was happy.

Now, the daughter can marry better.

Song Yijin also held the handkerchief and pursed her lips and smiled, originally she was not worthy of Cao Yu.

But with the title of county lord, she is one step closer to Cao Yuke.

Song Yisheng looked at his mother and sister and closed his eyes.

Politically savvy.

Stupidity!

"Order." He said with a glance.

Song Yijin frowned, not understanding what his brother was doing so harshly.

Isn't that a good thing?

Could it be that he is still jealous of his sister.

Song Yijin pursed his lips and respectfully finished the process, still very happy.

She is also a woman who has received the holy decree.

The idlers were all dismissed, and Song Yisheng sneered strangely: "Qing'an County Lord, is it worth being happy?" ”

"Brother, what are you doing in a weird way? I haven't asked you yet—"

"You still want to ask me? I would like to ask you, who are you imposting? "Song Yisheng is also in the same stomach, so I have to ask Song Yijin clearly.

"Do you know that this is a crime of deception, and it is going to raid the house and destroy the door!" Song Yisheng yelled at his sister.

If he hadn't given up his official position in Beijing, desperately reprimanded and punished him, and came back for Song Yijin, the Song family would have returned to the original point now!

"Sheng'er, what are you doing here?" Du Shi hurriedly persuaded peace: "It's a good thing that Yijin is the county lord." ”

"A good thing?" Song Yisheng looked at Du Shi with an unreasonable expression: "Mother, didn't you hear what title Your Majesty gave her?" ”

Song Yijin and Du Shi were stunned.

Qing'an County Lord and Qing'an Hou.

Does it matter?

Song Yisheng took a deep breath, "The county lord, there is a food estate, she and I share a food estate, what's the matter!" With a snap, Song Yisheng was so angry that he almost flipped the table.

"After all, it turned out that I robbed you of your food." Song Yijin sneered.

Song Yisheng covered his eyes, so angry that his brain was buzzing.

"Foolish!"

"I'm stupid, what about you! If you save Liu Huazhang, are you smart? Let the emperor give the reward to Liu Huazhang and make her the county lord of Qing'an, will you be happy! Song Yijin yelled.

When is she willing to be the county lord?

When she is willing to risk killing her head and impersonate?!

It's not because of Liu Huazhang!

The Liu family has been raided and destroyed, it was reported by their Song family, and Liu Huazhang wants to kill her.

She lost her father for the Liu family, and Liu Huazhang's ungrateful thing even wanted to kill her!

How could she endure it.

How can Liu Huazhang become Mu Sheng, let her accept the reward, and get the qualification to enter the palace to face Saint Shanein!

Song Yijin burst into tears.

Everything she did was not for Song Yisheng and the Song family.

Song Yisheng even yelled at her!

"What...... Liu Huazhang? Song Yisheng was stunned, the original anger, grievances, and regrets of missing the opportunity were all left behind.

He stepped forward in a daze and grabbed Song Yijin's shoulders with both hands, "What are you talking about Liu Huazhang?" She's dead, what reward do you want her to accept? What the hell are you talking nonsense! ”

Song Yisheng shook vigorously, Song Yijin screamed in pain, and Du Shi hurriedly stepped forward to separate the two: "Yisheng, how can you treat your sister like this!" ”

"What do I do to her?" Song Yisheng looked at Du Shi with an unreasonable expression.

"For her sake, I gave up my official position that I had been planning for so long, and for her, I was reprimanded, fined, and humiliated by the emperor, what else should I do to her?!" Song Yisheng's neck was bruised, and his eyes were red.

Song Yijin was stunned.

How did she know what Song Yisheng experienced in Chang'an.

The hardest thing is to be held high, so high that when you think that the thing you dream of is within reach, you bang and fall back to the bottom.

Song Yisheng thought that the position of the waiter of the Ministry of Industry was as simple as searching for things.

But in an instant, there was nothing.

How painful it was for him who wanted to climb up.

Only Song Yisheng himself knows.

When I returned home, my mother and sister were so confused, stupid, and had no long-term vision.

All this, like a pair of hands strangled around his neck, suffocated and desperate.

Du Shi poked his daughter.

Song Yijin pursed her lips, she didn't know what was going on, but Song Yisheng's expression made her scared and ...... Distressed.

She pulled the corner of Song Yisheng's clothes: "Brother......"

Song Yisheng clenched his fists and looked at her coldly.

Song Yijin couldn't hold back on his face, and a burst of fire rushed up again, "I also do this for a reason, why don't you scold me if you don't ask clearly." ”

"Okay, you say." Song Yisheng took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions.

Song Yijin was stunned.

Suddenly, she said that she didn't know where to start with her stomach problem.

However, although Song Yijin lacks political acumen now, he is not stupid in nature, and quickly figured out the situation.

"Liu Huazhang, she's still alive." Song Yijin stared at Song Yisheng and asked the question that had been bothering her for so long: "Did you save her?" ”

Song Yisheng snorted, and the mood that had been calm down was irritable again.

He licked his lips and looked at his sister, "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

"Liu Huazhang," he stared at the ground, how long had he not spit out the name, so long that he had forgotten it, and every time he read the name, his heart would throb hard.

"Liu Huazhang was identified by me, and I watched her beheaded." Every time Song Yisheng spit out a word, his fingers rattled.

"You say she's alive, say I saved her." Song Yisheng's eyes became fierce for a moment, and he pushed Song Yijin violently, shouting: "Do you hate me for not dying!" ”