However, will some people let him choose his heirs unimpeded?
Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Qian. He saw that he was standing not far away, his face was blue, his eyelids were drooping, and I wondered what he was thinking ...
Song Qingyan and the two brothers stood beside him, looking at the clan crowd, carefully selecting the heir Song Tian asked, the eyes flashed with deep anger and unwillingness: they are the uncle's relatives and nephews, why did the uncle abandon them and hold the rank Pass to outsiders ...
Mrs. Song sat on the bamboo chair next to her and looked at Song Tianwen who smiled slightly. The people, children, and smart eyes narrowed slightly: Wu'an Hou Mansion is hereditary for five generations. Tianwen is already the fourth generation, the last generation of Hou Do you want to fall into the hands of outsiders ...
Song Tianwen walked slowly among the people in a row, looking at a famous child without traces, the sword eyebrow slightly curled, it seemed that he was not very satisfied with the children ...
Suddenly, his critical eyes stopped on a three-year-old boy, and he saw his white, chubby, black eyes, round face, grinning, grinning, showing his mouth full of small white teeth It ’s clever and clever, and it looks like people ’s hearts are transformed.
Song Tian asked the little boy: "It's him, Ben Hou inherited him."
The little boy's parents were startled, his eyes burst into a thick ecstasy: "Thank you Houye, thank you Houye."
The smiles on the faces of other tribes are stiff, with envy, jealousy, heartbreak and disappointment in the eyes!
Song Tian asked to turn a blind eye and walked in front of the little boy. He took him cautiously and squeezed his little chubby face with a smile: "This boy is destined to Benhou!"
"Yes, yes, he can be loved by Hou Ye, and he has a relationship with Hou Ye ..." The parents of the children complimented one after another, smiling with a smile.
The little boy was lying in Song Tianwen's arms, his two big eyes were open, and he looked at him curiously, and he didn't recognize him at all. His dark eyes clearly reflected Song Tianwen's figure, so Song Tianwen was in a good mood, holding his child , Striding towards the platform ...
Murong Xue blinked his eyes and quietly looked at Song Qian. He saw that he was still standing quietly by the platform with his eyelids drooping, I wonder what he was thinking ...
"Song Tian asked to hug the little boy and walk up to the high platform, announcing that he was the next Wu An Hou. Song Qian hadn't shot yet, it was really patient ..."
"Three steps and one post, five steps and one whistle in Wu'an Hou Mansion, the guard is extremely strict, Song Qian's every move is under the guards' guards, he dare not act lightly ..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, his voice clear.
"Really?" Murongxue's eyes were stern, and he looked around without traces, and saw the famous guards with long swords standing in all directions, sharp eyes intentionally or unintentionally, looking at Song Qian ...
Song Tianwen really guarded against Song Qian!
Song Tian asked that as Wu Anhou, he knew his own younger brother very well and knew that he had ambitions for Wu Anhou's position. He would desperately snatch the position and only then laid this heavy defense to deter him.
In the eyes of everyone, if Song Qian dares to take action, he will be seen. Can he get rid of Song Tianwen? Second, his hard-hearted and troublesome people are known to everyone. Not only does he not get the heart of Wu Anhou who he misses, but also Will be accused, scolded ...
In the golden sunlight, Song Tianwen carried the little boy up the steps, stepped up to the platform, stood at the center of the platform, turned slowly, and sharply swept a celebrity under the platform, proudly said : "From now on, this little boy is the son of Song Tianwen, who is the son-in-law of Wu'an Hou Mansion. After a hundred years of this Hou, Wu'an Hou will be the one ..."
'Boom!'A loud sound suddenly came, and the ground shook with shaking ...
"What's going on?" Everyone was unclear, so he looked around ...
Murong Xue looked awkwardly and looked up at Song Qian. He saw a grin in his mouth, gathered the palms of ten successful forces, and took a heavy shot on the stone platform ...
The sturdy high platform crackled and collapsed, the smoke was filled, the dust was flying, and the high platform became a ruin in the blink of an eye ...
The maid, mammy, little servant, guard, and the clan were all stunned by this sudden change, and it took a long time before they reacted. The sound of the alarm shouted through the clouds, resounding through the clouds: "Not good, not good ... The high platform collapsed, Hou Lord was smashed inside ... "
Mrs. Song's face was gloomy and she snarled loudly: "What are you all doing? You're not ready to move away the gravel and rescue Hou Ye!"
"Yes yes!" The people woke up like dreams, and promised again and again, hurriedly walked to the high platform, and quickly removed the stones ...
"Son ... Son ..." The little boy's parents also quickly hurried over, anxiously helping to move the stone ...
Houfu mammoth, mammy, little servant, there are a total of 100 guards, walking back and forth to move the stone, the momentum is extremely majestic, the tribe ca n’t get in the hand, standing in a place that wo n’t hinder, in groups of three, talking in a low voice : "This high platform has been built for many years, and it has been quite strong. How do you say it collapsed?"
"Isn't that the child's happiness, didn't do the life of Hou Ye?"
"To me, it should be that the Song ancestors disagreed with Song Hou's adoptive children and collapsed the high tower as a punishment ..."
"But the child is also surnamed Song, and he can't write two Song characters in one stroke. That child is also a descendant of the Song ancestors ..."
"His surname is Song, and he is not his own son-in-law. The Song ancestors in the ancestral hall are all capable people, and the heaviest blood is inherited ..."
"Be quiet, be quiet, this is in front of the Song's ancestral hall. You arrogant ancestors who talked about immortal death so bravely are not afraid of the ancestors being angry and punishing you ..."
The tribes were silent for a moment, looked at each other, and stopped talking ...
Murongxue bent a sneer in the corner of his mouth and raised his eyebrows to look at Song Qian. He saw that he was standing not far away, orderly commanding a famous man, with anxious eyes flashing invisible imperceptibility ...
No wonder he was quiet and motionless just now, the original rear move is here, standing by the high platform, through the double cover of himself and the high platform, he mercilessly hit the high platform, the move is fast, ruthless and accurate, to guard Their eyesight, and the position they stood in, simply couldn't see that he had ever shot.
The high platform was made of stone, and it was extremely strong. Song Qian must have slapped several palms before collapsing the high platform, avoiding all eyes and eyes, and smashing his own brother alive on the high platform in front of the ancestral hall. Smart enough and cruel ...
"I have found Houye, I have found Houye ..." A loud cry of joy came from people's ears.
Murongxue looked sideways and saw that the people moved away a few large rubbles and carefully lifted Song Tianwen out of the rubbles ...