Song Tianwen's eyes were closed, his body was dirty, the gorgeous brocade was stained with large patches of dark brown blood stains, the high hair was completely scattered, and it was messy, and his forehead was smashed with a long big mouth, Yin Hong's blood stained the mask on his face in red and white, I don't know if it was dead or alive ...
The little boy in his arms also dangled his small head, and his body was covered with blood. A guard carefully opened Song Tianwen's arm and hugged the little boy. He tried the little boy's breath and neck carefully, and shook his head gently. : "It's already flat ..."
"Son ... son ..." The boy's parents grabbed the boy's body and hugged it tightly, crying sadly ...
The tribe looked at each other and secretly rejoiced in their hearts: Fortunately, their child was not chosen as the heir, otherwise, it was their child who turned into a corpse ...
"Hou Ye is still saved, go and ask the doctor!" The butler carefully tried Song Tianwen's breath and commanded loudly.
"Yes, yes, please go immediately ..." A young man responded with a deep voice, and hurried away ...
The butler directed the people and carefully placed Song Tianwen on the paved blanket ...
"Let me see the elder brother's injury!" Song Qian said in a loud voice, striding forward, squatting beside Song Tianwen, staring at him condescendingly, the corners of his mouth bent a little invisible forest.
After returning to the house yesterday, he intended to ask his mother to come forward and persuade Song Tian to ask him to pass on the position to his son. Anyway, Song Tian asked to take the lead and sent out a message and an invitation to select his stepchild ...
Song Tian asked that it was defending him, and he was ready to start to become stronger!But Wu Anhou was bought by his elder elders. How could it be cheaper for others?
Song Tian asked for selfishness, for himself, regardless of the ancestor's wishes, regardless of blood lineage, regardless of brotherhood, why should he ask Song Tian more politely?
So, he quietly made hands and feet on the high platform in front of the ancestral hall. When Song Tianwen took the chosen heir to the high platform, he collapsed the high platform and smashed Song Tianwen into the gravel pile ...
Song Tianwen ’s chosen continuation has been smashed to death. As long as Song Tianwen dies again, the position of Wu’anhou will naturally fall on his brother-in-law's younger brother ......
Song Tian asked, do n’t blame me, but blame yourself. Who wants you to be selfish and not even your brother or nephew?You were killed by gravel, it is totally your deserved ...
Song Qian slowly reached out his hand and gently pinched Song Tianwen ’s neck. As long as he pinched this bone, Song Tianwen would definitely die ...
As soon as Song Qian's eyes were cold, he tried to work hard, but when he saw Song Tianwen suddenly opened his eyes, the strong murderous intention burst out from his dark pupil, and he was shocked by Song Qian's action, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he was sober. ?Why are you awake?Isn't he badly hurt ...
Song Tianwen suddenly stretched out his hands and stuck Song Qian ’s neck, his finger joints were white, and the veins of his hands protruded from his back ...
Song Qianqingjun's face instantly turned into a purple sauce, and his chest was extremely uncomfortable. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't breath a breath, his eyes were slightly bloody, like a fish on the verge of death ...
Maid, Mammy, Xiaogu, the guards all stunned and stared at their eyes, looking forward to Song Qian, who was pinched on his neck, on the verge of death, and then look at the crazy pinch, Song Tian who was full of fierce light, asked for a long time. what's going on?
Mrs. Song was the first to wake up and screamed loudly: "What are you doing? Come, come and pull them away ..."
"Yes yes!" People woke up like dreams, and hula rushed forward. Someone grabbed Song Tianwen's finger and broke it one by one. Someone took Song Qian's arm and pulled it backwards. The power of nine cows and two tigers finally completely separated the two brothers ...
Fresh air rushed into the lungs, Song Qian coughed heavily, breathing deeply, a happily for the rest of the life after the roar ...
Mrs. Song glared at Song Tian and asked, her eyes ruffled: "Heaven asked, Qian'er is your brother. You were so confused that you were going to strangle him ..."
"The murderer ... the murderer ... he is the murderer who murdered Benhou ..." Song Tian asked vaguely, staring at Song Qian's eyes, angry and about to breathe fire ...
Mrs. Song stunned: "You mean, this high platform did not collapse naturally, but Qianer deliberately collapsed it?"
"Well!" Song Tian asked to focus on his head, slowly raised his hand, and pointedly pointed at Song Qian: "He wanted to kill me ... occupy the position of Wu Anhou ..."
The biological brother of a mother's compatriots, it is shameful for you to fight for your position, but Song Qian has already calculated him in such a mean and shameless way, and wants to put him to death, why should he take into account those false reputations?
Telling things out in public, let the world know that Song Qian's insidious and spicy is the most beneficial way for him ...
As soon as the words came out, the silent crowd exploded in a pan. Wu An Hou Mansion Song Qian, who coveted Wu An Hou Song Tian asked the position, set up tricks to murder his brother?real or fake?
Mrs. Song also opened her eyes in surprise: "This ... how is this possible ..." Qian'er has been sensible since he was a child. For more than thirty years, he never revealed the intention of being Wu Anhou ...
"It was not possible before, but since I was seriously injured, he has had such ambitions ..." Song Tian asked one word after another, looking at Song Qian coldly: He was very guarded, but he never expected Song Qian Qian drilled Confucius, collapsed the high platform, and smashed him to the bottom. Song Qian was smart ...
"Brother, don't injustice me. The collapse of the high platform has nothing to do with me ..." Song Qian argued loudly, his eyes gleamed with deep anger and unwillingness: so many big stones couldn't even kill him, Song Tian asked. It's really fate ...
"Is it really irrelevant to you? I will know it after a careful investigation." Song Tian asked coldly and looked at him, saying: "You are now a suspect who collapsed the high platform. It should be closed according to the law of Qingyan. Go to prison ... "
Song Qian's eyes flicked, and Song Tian asked to mean that he would be brought to court!
The battle between him and Song Tianwen was originally a family affair, which can make big things small and small things. If you go to the public hall, you will make everyone know. "
"It is you who are unsympathetic, not Benhou." Song Tian asked with a snapped interruption, his dark eyes flashed coldly: after taking over the position of Wuanhou, he took great care of Song Qian and never slacked off him. Just because he refused to pass on the throne to his two sons who were not able to handle it, Song Qian was actually going to take his life. It was really ungrateful. Their brothers came to this point and Song Qian asked for it ...
"Come here, write a paper-shaped piece of paper for Ben Hou and send it to Suncheon Mansion. The suspect Song Qian also escorted it together!"