Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 74 Seven Little Apples (Four Thousand)
Song Zhen sighed slightly. The feeling of being threatened was not pleasant. He then reached out and touched the area just above his left cheek. It was probably from the car accident that day when he was thrown into the air. A small piece of scalp and hair had been rubbed off.

It's not a serious injury actually.

Counting it up, from the day before yesterday, yesterday, to today, it has been three days in total. Even if it doesn't form a scab, at least it shouldn't be too painful.

However, yesterday he insisted on getting rid of Song Yun with his own hands, and he was caught in the heavy rain for most of the night. Even with his raincoat, he was still soaked all over. The wound on his head was naturally soaked in rain water.

I'm afraid I'm going to get an ulcer.

His expression couldn't help but become a little serious.

For Song Yan, ulcer is what is called inflammation, and it can be cured by taking a few anti-inflammatory pills.

But for people of this era, ulcers are actually very deadly. Just like on the battlefield, a large number of soldiers did not die directly in battle. The high fever and suppuration caused by ulcers after being wounded by swords and weapons led to a very exaggerated number of casualties.

He has been busy with the affairs of Song Yun and Song Yan these past two days, so he really needs to find time to see a doctor. He doesn't want to get rid of a competitor with great difficulty, only to lose his life due to ulcers.

As for the 100,000 taels of silver, just as he said, he had the life to get it but not the life to spend it.

How could it be so easy to get the Yang family's money?

A so-called money house was actually just a shop, storing only small amounts of money. Money houses had dedicated warehouses for storing large sums of money, located in extremely secret locations and guarded by loyal guards. A sum of 100,000 taels like this required the personal approval of the head manager before the money would be delivered.

All in all, it will take at least half a month.

Therefore, Song Zhen is not in a hurry at all now. He will wait until the matter here is settled, and then borrow some experts from the Yang family to guard near the money shop. He can easily capture the other party and kill him directly. Then the secret will be buried in the underworld.

Thinking of this, most of the fear in his heart dissipated. Although he was only jumping on one foot with the support of two servants, he felt inexplicably lighter.

He didn't even notice that, perhaps because his mother had instilled certain ideas in him for a long time, he had even begun to consider himself a member of the Yang family.

Just at this moment, there was a sudden commotion in front, and the crowd dispersed to both sides. It turned out to be a group of officers, led by Fang Hai, Ji Cheng, Lu Zhao, and Wu Xiao.

Plus Song Hongtao and Song Yan.

What is this going to do?
While he was wondering, he saw these people rushing straight towards him. Song Hongtao ignored the two servants and tore off the cloth on Song Zhen's head. A hideous, festering wound immediately appeared in front of everyone.

"Father?" Song Zhen screamed in shock. Because the cloth strip touched the wound, Song Zhen's face was distorted with pain and stimulation.

Fang Hai gave a look, and an officer stepped forward, picked up a strand of scalp with hair on it, and gestured slightly at the wound: "It's exactly the same."

"He is the murderer."

hum.

This sudden sentence exploded in Song Zhen's mind like a thunder.

murderer?

What happened? How did they know I was the murderer?
He just gave the money.

……

The murder of Song Yun, the seventh son of the Duke's Mansion, was solved in less than a day.

Although the murderer Song Zhen tried his best to deny it during the trial, it was of little use. The scalp was the irrefutable evidence.

Normally, there is a big difference between a three-day wound and a one-day wound, but it was Song Zhen's fault for soaking his head in water.

The wounds were rotting and the scalp was smelly, so it was difficult to judge the exact time. With the manipulation of someone with ulterior motives, the evidence of his guilt was conclusive and he was temporarily imprisoned in the death row, awaiting approval from the Ministry of Justice. If nothing unexpected happened, he would basically be executed in the autumn.

As for his body with broken arms and legs, can he survive in prison until autumn... Maybe he can, if Buddha blesses him.

Yang Miaoqing struggled for a while, crying, making a fuss, and even threatening to hang herself, but it was of little use. Instead, Song Hongtao seized the opportunity and took over the reins of the family on the pretext of not educating his children.

She is still the legal wife in name, but it is just a title.

Song Yun's body was not kept for too long. Song Hongtao hastily chose a remote corner outside the Song family's ancestral home and buried it, saying that it was hot and stuffy in summer and the body would stink and be unlucky.

This world seems to have more messy rules than the previous life. Although Song Yun has reached adulthood, he has never been married. According to etiquette and law, he died young and there is no one to offer sacrifices to him after his death. He died before his parents, and the white hair sent off the black hair, which is unfilial. He will not be allowed to be buried in the ancestral tomb after his death.

Song Jincheng also came back, and for some reason he cried even more sadly than Song Hongtao.

However, as Song Jincheng was the Minister of Personnel and was very busy with official duties, he could not take too long a vacation for his nephew. He just filled Song Yun's grave with soil and left. Song Yan did not have the time to meet his second uncle and did not know what he looked like. After all, when Song Yan was born, his second uncle had already become an official in Beijing.

As for the four people hanged at the door of the inn, no one cared about them anymore.

Midsummer, afternoon.

Sunlight, teahouse.

Fang Hai, Ji Cheng, Lu Zhao, and Wu Xiao!
Officials' lives were indeed relatively leisurely. In addition, Songzhou belonged to the inner court and was not close to the border. Apart from the occasional harassment from Japanese pirates, there was no need to worry about invasions from the barbarians on the grasslands. Therefore, the official duties were not usually heavy and could be handed over to the people below. Occasionally, it would be pleasant to invite colleagues to drink tea together.

"Is Song Zhen really the murderer who killed Song Yun?" Half a month later, Principal Wu suddenly brought up the matter again.

"Is it really that important?" Fang Hai chuckled. "Don't look at how much Yang is crying, but one thing is certain, Song Zhen is definitely not innocent."

Ji Cheng also smiled: "Song Yun must have been beaten badly at that time. How did he still have the strength to pull the hair off Song Zhen's head? Song Zhen has four guards around him."

"Even if he really pulled out the hair, why would he stuff it into his mouth right in front of Song Zhen? Even though Song Zhen is stupid, he wouldn't be so stupid as to look at this scene and not know how to take out the hair, right?"

"That young son of the Song family is quite resourceful. He killed two of the enemies he wanted to kill, but he himself was not harmed at all. Even those idiots from our families were implicated."

If not, once the Yang family puts pressure on us and forces us to conduct a thorough investigation, who knows what we might find out?
"Although it was a bit risky and had many loopholes, and the method seemed immature, it happened to hit our weak spot. The feeling of being taken advantage of was really uncomfortable."

"Then what else can you do? You know Luo Yuheng's protective nature. Do you still dare to beat up Song Yan? If you dare to lay a finger on Song Yan, Luo Yuheng will let you hang from the beam of your own house."

"Women who don't follow the rules are the most troublesome! Fortunately, His Majesty, although he is her brother from the same mother, is also a man of rules. Otherwise... ahem..." "Just consider this a lesson learned. Go back and control those brats. Be smart and don't get carried away by provocation. If they enter the officialdom like this, they'll die without knowing how."

"Haha, what Brother Fang said is true... But, Brother Fang, could it be that you still have feelings for Luo Yuheng, that you are so biased?"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense. If that tigress at home hears you, she'll definitely be skinned alive."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Although Fang Hai is the legitimate son of the Fang family, the son of a duke, and his father is the minister of the current dynasty, a veritable prime minister, he is afraid of his wife.

Even with subordinates, I would occasionally tease them.

"The Duke of Song is also a fool. This young son is so scheming. Even if he is a concubine's son and cannot inherit the title, as long as he is treated well from a young age, how can he not be grateful for the kindness? He is also incredibly talented. If he can pass the imperial examination, it will not be difficult for him to enter the Golden Palace. He may become a great help to the Duke's Mansion. His branch can be considered to be on the rise. What a pity, what a pity..."

"Your talent is truly astonishing. Haha, the image of a solitary person amidst falling flowers and a pair of swallows flying in the gentle rain reminds me of the time when I failed to ask for a marriage."

"I prefer the line 'The bright moon was there then, shining on the colorful clouds as they returned.'"

"He has talent, but he's even more arrogant. He's forcing himself to be sad just to write new poems. He simply looks down on all the scholars in the world."

"I'm even more curious about how he came up with that line about the cool autumn weather. How could he, at only sixteen, write such a desolate, even somewhat tragic, line?"

Somehow, the conversation turned to poetry again. Even though he felt a little resentful of Song Yan's exploitation of his foolish sons, he couldn't help but admire these two poems; they were truly remarkable. In the entire Ning Kingdom, not to mention the young men, even the great scholars of the day probably couldn't produce such masterpieces. To call him Songzhou's most talented scholar wouldn't be an exaggeration. Rumor has it that the brothels in Songzhou have spread the word that Song Yan can order ten girls for free, as long as he leaves a poem.

"No, no, no, if you want to say it's strange, I'm more surprised that Song Yan is now living in the Luo Mansion. His mother-in-law Luo Yuheng and sister-in-law Luo Tianyi are both beautiful women. Even the maids around them are as pretty as flowers. Although Luo Tianxuan doesn't appear in public, I think she is also not bad... So, who is Xiao Ping?"

"How could this Songzhou's most talented scholar never forget him?"

"There are already seven girls named Xiao Ping in the seven brothels in Songzhou Prefecture, but no one knows which one she is."

Song Guogong Mansion.

Yang Siyao frowned slightly, with a letter in front of her.

She has not had an easy time in the past half month. With Song Zhen imprisoned, the Yang family's plan failed. Only now she is in the Duke's Mansion, otherwise she would have been scolded.

In reality, she didn't really care about any of this. A few scoldings were nothing compared to the bullying she'd endured since childhood. Her only concern was her younger sister, and she didn't know how long it would take to get her away from the Yang family.

That's a place full of beasts, and my sister can't stay there forever.

Yang Siyao wasn't stupid. After replaying the situation several times, she understood that it was Song Yan, a boy several years younger than her, who had used her to eliminate Song Yun and then Song Zhen. The Yang family's twenty-plus years of investment in the Duke's Mansion had been a failure. With Song Zhen imprisoned, her continued presence in the Duke's Mansion was useless, and the Yang family should have chosen to recall her. They also wouldn't let Song Yan, who had disrupted their plans, go unpunished.

But this half month has been quite peaceful.

It wasn't until she received this letter today that Yang Siyao finally understood. It wasn't that the Yang family hadn't arranged any personnel. In fact, they had arranged a total of seventeen experts, three of whom were the strongest seventh-grade warriors, and the weakest was at the fifth grade.

But the seventeen masters died as soon as they entered Ningping and didn't even have time to find me.

This letter also assigned Yang Siyao a new task:
Approach Song Yan.

Use charm to control it.

Originally, Yang Siyao thought that the Yang family's new mission should be for her to seduce Song Huai and repeat the arrangements made by the Yang family twenty or thirty years ago.

Among the eight sons of the Yang family, Song Huai is the youngest and the easiest to manipulate, but unexpectedly, the target is Song Yan.

Idiot, idiot, idiot...

A bunch of lunatics. With those two women around, he still wants to control Song Yan?

Do you think you have a long life?
Yang Siyao had never forgotten what it felt like to be stared at by those two women. At that moment, she felt her blood freeze. It was a fear that seeped into her soul. Any one of those two women could have broken her neck.

She had reported this, but it was obvious that the Yang family didn't care about her life at all.

Curled up on the bed with a frail body, she tore at the quilt with her fingers and vented her anger with gritted teeth. Finally, Yang Siyao slowly calmed down.

The note appeared in my mind again.

Yang Siyao still doesn't know who left the note, but the content of the note is inexplicably consistent with the task in the Yang family's letter.

Perhaps it's time for her to make a choice.

……

The sunlight is warm.

The impact of the rainstorm half a month ago has completely passed. People have to live, and they did not immerse themselves in sadness for long. The houses and shops along the Yiluo River have been rebuilt, still in the original location and style.

Song Yan was strolling in Songzhou City, with Gu Banxia by his side and Zhang Long and Zhao Hu behind him.

As usual, my sister-in-law was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she was in some invisible corner.

Song Yun died, and Song Zhen was imprisoned... However, he was only imprisoned, and was still alive after all... This was not good.

Perhaps, he should go to the prison... Just as he was thinking this, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from not far ahead, and when it was approaching Song Yan, it suddenly stopped.

The car curtain was lifted.

A figure came into Song Yan's sight.

Song Yan was slightly stunned, his expression remained normal, and he bowed to the figure:

"Fourth brother!"

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