When Song Xiangyu arrived at his father's study, Song Che was making tea with Song Heng. Both the grandfather and the grandson were not talkative people. They sat opposite each other. Only the tea in front of them was steaming. From a distance, their faces were hidden in the mist and could not be seen clearly.
It was not until he entered the door that the grandfather and grandson turned their heads to look at him at the same time.
"Done it?" Song Che raised his eyebrows, took a sip of tea, and said to Song Heng: "The skills have declined, the heat is not yet up to par."
Song Heng poured out the tea leaves in the teapot, washed the cups and put them away, then took out a set of frozen stone cups from his cabinet and started making tea again.
Song Xiangyu frowned.
Unlike his father, he has no particular regard for tea. To him, it doesn't matter whether it tastes good or bad.
However, he did not stop Song Heng from showing filial piety. He turned his eyes away and said to his father, "It's already been agreed. She thought I was discouraged and wanted to go back to my hometown, but she finally agreed."
He was crazy and really went back to his hometown to farm.
But I had to go back this time.
Sighing, Song Xiangyu saw Song Heng turning around to look at him, and coughed, "Don't look at me like that. Besides you, I have other bastards. Even if it's not you, I still can't balance the relationship here."
Song Heng rolled his eyes.
Outsiders think Song Xiangyu loves him dearly.
But in fact, Song Xiangyu could be said to be very harsh to him since he was a child.
In other words, Song Zhibin and Song Zhiyuan are protected by the Crown Prince's wife like a hen protecting her chicks. Otherwise, they could follow Song Xiangyu for two years and see if they are still jealous or whether they still want this unique fatherly love.
Song Xiangyu was a little angry at his rolling eyes. He reached out and hit him, then said to Song Che: "Dad, do you think this trick will work? I think it's terrible!"
Without anyone around, Song Heng's casualness in front of Song Xiangyu was clearly revealed. He sat on the old man's favorite rattan chair, looked at Song Xiangyu and laughed: "It should be useful, your crying was quite sincere."
Speaking of that incident in the hall, Song Xiangyu snorted awkwardly: "It's all because of my good acting skills. If not, can you see if you can get Xu Rui into the Imperial Prison?"
Song Che watched the two of them joking around with a smile, feeling a little emotional in his heart.
Who could have thought that this child, who was crying for food in a cradle covered in blood, would grow up little by little to where he is today
If his parents knew...
Thinking of this, he looked at Song Heng's profile and felt choked up for a moment.
The older the child gets, the more he looks like his mother.
Song Heng reached out and poured tea for Song Xiangyu, with his eyes downcast and expressionless face: "It's useless to go in. The useful person didn't reveal a single thing. Even the matter of November 1st, he kept pushing it aside and refused to admit anything. We still haven't received the confession document."
It's really a tough nut to crack, which is unexpected.
When Song Heng said this, Song Che sighed, "I didn't expect that the eldest son of the Xu family is not only good at snatching other people's wives, but also seems to be a smart man. The incident happened suddenly, and there was no time to relax. After entering the imperial prison, he was cut off from the outside world. He already knew that something big had happened outside and at home, but he was able to keep calm... Not simple, not simple!"
Xu Ying is really a fool, but Xu Rui is not.
Duke Chengguo is really good at teaching children.
Song Xiangyu was very unhappy. He put the tea in his hand on the table with a bang. After cursing, he said, "Come on, I think this kid is not cruel enough!"
Song Heng, who was called, turned his head and glanced at him.
Song Xiangyu felt a chill on his back when he saw his son's sinister look. He coughed and withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.
After laughing for a while, Song Heng straightened his face and said, "We can't really kill people in there. That would be too deliberate and would force them to fight us to death."
When shooting Xu Ying, Song Hengke showed no mercy and had no intention of saving Xu Ying's life.
Having killed someone's son, it is not a good idea to kill everyone else.
Song Xiangyu held the cup with his bony hands and said nothing for a while. After a long while, he leaned back in his chair and stretched, "If you don't tell me the most important thing, then this gap can't be opened."
The tactic of luring the snake out of its hole only involved the Xu family.
But the person who is truly hiding behind the scenes still has no intention of exposing himself to the light of day.
You are really patient.
Song Xiangyu turned his head and looked at Song Che. After a moment of silence, he said, "Dad, this is not a solution. After what happened to Ah Heng, I'm afraid people will be more suspicious of his background. This matter is urgent..."
Song Che naturally knew about this.
He glanced at Song Heng with a thoughtful look on his face.
This really couldn't go on like this. Ever since the rumor got out, the Xu family immediately came after Song Heng. What did this mean? It meant that Song Heng had already been a suspect.
Even though Song Xiangyu had been deliberately making disputes with the Crown Prince's wife over the years, the Crown Prince's wife still firmly believed that Song Heng was Song Xiangyu's illegitimate son.
But it's of no use.
It can be seen that they have mastered some things.
The problem is that after all the twists and turns, only the Xu family was involved. The means and schemes of the people behind the scenes are obvious. Without more clues, it is impossible to find the murderer who killed the former prince...
Song Che was thinking about it and felt a headache. Suddenly he looked up at Song Heng and asked, "Has your master gone back from his travels?"
Song Xiangyu had been stationed in another place before, and later he found a master for Song Heng at the base.
Originally, Song Che thought that Song Xiangyu was just fooling around, but after meeting Song Heng's master, he tacitly accepted the master-disciple relationship between him and Song Heng.
Now that it was mentioned, Song Heng groaned and scratched his head: "The old man hasn't moved for a long time. I asked my senior brother, and he said he didn't know where the old man went. He was a mysterious person."
Song Che pursed his lips, and after a moment he suddenly said to Song Heng: "No, write him a letter and ask him to choose a time to come to the capital. I have something to discuss with him."
It was rare for Song Che to speak in such a tone. Song Xiangyu and Song Che, father and son, looked at each other and knew that something big was going to happen.
Song Xiangyu patted Song Heng on the back of his head and said, "By the way, ask him to bring back a few jars of wine he brewed. I'm going back to my hometown, and I can't do this or that. I can only bring wine back to please Uncle Qi and the others."
As he was speaking, Uncle Jiang knocked very lightly on the door and said, "My Lord, Haohui said he has something important to report."