However, will some people let him choose an heir unimpeded
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Qian, only to see him standing not far away, his face was livid, his eyelids were drooping, he didn't know what he was thinking...
The two brothers Song Qingyan stood beside him, looking at Song Tianwen, who was walking in the clan crowd, carefully selecting the heir, with strong anger and unwillingness in their eyes: They are the nephews of the uncle, why did the uncle abandon them and take the throne? pass on to outsiders...
Mrs. Song sat on the bamboo chair next to her, looking at Song Tianwen who was smiling slightly. The clansmen, children, and shrewd eyes narrowed slightly: Marquis Wu'an's mansion has been hereditary for five generations, and Tianwen is already the fourth generation. Is it going to fall into the hands of outsiders...
Song Tianwen walked slowly among the rows of clansmen, sizing up a famous child without any trace, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was not very satisfied with the children...
Suddenly, his critical eyes stopped on a three-year-old boy, and he was white, chubby, with dark pupils, and a round face. He grinned and showed his small white teeth. , clever, smart, and cute, it melts people's hearts.
Song Tian asked pointing to the little boy: "That's him, this Marquis adopted him."
The little boy's parents were stunned, and their eyes burst into ecstasy: "Thank you, Lord Hou, thank you, Lord Hou."
The smiles on the faces of the other clansmen froze, and envy, jealousy, heartbreak and disappointment flashed in their eyes!
Song Tianwen turned a blind eye, strode up to the little boy, carefully took him over, smiled and squeezed his chubby little face: "This boy is destined to be with me!"
"Yes, yes, he can be loved by Lord Hou, so he is destined to be with Lord Hou..." the child's parents complimented him again and again, smiling so hard that they couldn't see their teeth.
The little boy was lying in Song Tianwen's arms, with two big eyes open, looking at him curiously, without any recognition of his life, Song Tianwen's figure was clearly reflected in the dark pupils, Song Tianwen was in a good mood, holding the child , striding towards the high platform...
Murong Xue blinked, and quietly looked at Song Qian, only to see that he was still standing quietly by the high platform, with his eyelids drooping, wondering what he was thinking...
"Song Tianwen is about to hug the little boy, walk up to the high platform, and announce that he is the next Marquis of Wu'an, yet Song Qian still doesn't make a move, how impatient..."
"In the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, there is a post at three steps, and a sentry at five steps. The guards are extremely strict. Song Qian's every move is under the surveillance of the guards. He dare not act rashly..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, his voice clear.
"Really?" Murong Xue's eyes froze, and she looked around unobtrusively, only to see the guards wearing long swords standing in all directions, with sharp eyes looking at Song Qian intentionally or unintentionally...
Song Tianwen was really on guard against Song Qian!
As Marquis of Wu'an, Song Tianwen knew his younger brother very well, he knew that he had ambitions for the position of Marquis of Wu'an, and would recklessly snatch the position, so he put up all these precautions to deter him.
Under the eyes of everyone, if Song Qian dared to make a move, he would be seen by others. Could it be possible that Song Tianwen would come in second, and his cruelty would be known to everyone. be blamed, reviled...
Under the golden sunlight, Song Tianwen walked up the steps with the little boy in his arms, walked to the high platform step by step, stood at the very center of the high platform, slowly turned around, glanced at a famous clansman under the high platform with sharp eyes, and said proudly : "From now on, this little boy is my son, Song Tianwen, and he is the legitimate son of the Marquis of Wu'an. After a hundred years from this Marquis, the Marquis of Wu'an will be appointed by him..."
'Boom! 'A loud noise came suddenly, shaking the ground trembling...
"What's going on?" Everyone didn't understand, so they looked around...
Murong Xue's eyes froze, and she raised her head to look at Song Qian, only to see a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth, and a palm that had condensed ten successes, and slapped heavily on the high stone platform...
The solid high platform collapsed with crackling bangs, filled with smoke and dust, and the high platform turned into ruins in the blink of an eye...
The maids, mothers, servants, guards, and clansmen were all stunned by this sudden turn of events, and it took a long time to react. Shouts of shock passed through the clouds and resounded through the sky: "It's not good, it's not good... The high platform collapsed, Lord Marquis!" Got smashed in...”
Mrs. Song's face was gloomy, and she yelled angrily: "What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and move the gravel away, and rescue Lord Hou!"
"Yes yes yes!" The servants woke up like a dream, agreed again and again, hurriedly walked to the high platform, and quickly moved a piece of stone...
"Son... son..." The little boy's parents also walked over quickly, helping to move the stone with anxious eyes...
There are a hundred maids, nurses, servants, and guards in the Hou Mansion, walking back and forth and moving stones, the momentum is extremely powerful, and the clansmen can't get in their hands, standing in a place that doesn't get in the way, chatting in small groups : "This high platform has been erected for many years, and it has always been quite strong. How can it collapse when it collapses?"
"Could it be that the child, Fu Qian, didn't have the life of Lord Marquis?"
"If you want me to say, it should be that the ancestors of the Song family disagreed with Lord Song's adoptive child, and collapsed the high platform as a punishment..."
"But that child is also surnamed Song, and he can't write two Song characters in one stroke. That child can be regarded as a descendant of the ancestors of the Song family..."
"Even if his surname is Song, he is not his own grandson. The ancestors of the Song family in the ancestral hall are all capable people, and the most important thing is blood inheritance..."
"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, this is in front of the Song Clan's ancestral hall, if you talk about the dead ancestors so unscrupulously, you are not afraid that the ancestors will get angry and punish you..."
The clansmen were silent for a moment, looked at each other, and stopped talking...
The corner of Murong Xue's mouth curled into a sneer, and she raised her eyebrows to look at Song Qian, who was standing not far away, orderly commanding a servant, with an imperceptible insidiousness in his anxious eyes...
No wonder he was quiet and motionless just now. It turned out that the rear move was here, standing on the side of the high platform, using the double cover of himself and the high platform, and mercilessly hit the high platform. The moves were fast, ruthless, and accurate. With their eyesight and the position they were standing in, they couldn't see that he had made a move at all.
The high platform was made of stone and it was extremely strong. Song Qian must have slapped the high platform several times before it collapsed, avoiding all eyes and ears, and smashed his own brother to death on the high platform in front of the ancestral hall. Smart enough, but also ruthless enough...
"I found Lord Hou, I found Lord Hou..." The servants shouted joyfully into their ears.
Murong Xue looked sideways, and saw the servants moving away a few large pieces of rubble, and carefully lifted Song Tianwen out of the rubble...