"Yes!" The two guards responded in a deep voice, strode forward, grabbed Song Qian's arm, and cut it behind his back...
Song Qian's face was gloomy and terrifying, he looked at Song Tian coldly and asked, "Brother said that I was the one who brought down the high platform, do you have evidence?"
"Yeah, uncle, arresting people without evidence, but framing? We are all a family, why are the relationship so deadlocked?" Song Qingyan hurriedly tried to persuade him, wanting to ease the deadlock in front of him.
Song Tianwen ignored him, looked straight at Song Qian with sharp eyes, and paused every word: "When Benhou stood on the high platform, you stood under the high platform. With your internal strength, you can completely collapse the high platform..."
Song Qian sneered disdainfully: "Brother, I was not the only one standing by the high platform just now, and I am not the only one who has the ability to collapse the high platform. You don't doubt this one, you don't doubt that one, but you want to doubt me. Don't you feel that you Too much?"
"Because the Marquis has no conflicts with them, only with you." Song Tianwen said every word, a dark light flashed in his dark eyes.
"You..." Song Qian choked, and glared at Song Tianwen viciously, with a chill in his sharp eyes.
The relationship between the two is even more rigid!
Song Qingyan was burning with anxiety: "Uncle, my father and you have always had a good relationship. It would be too arbitrary to conclude that he wanted to murder you just because he had quarreled with you..."
"Shut up, Benhou has his reasons for doing this, and it's not your turn to teach me a lesson." Song Tianwen interrupted Song Qingyan mercilessly, and looked at the guards coldly: "Why are you standing still? Why don't you send Song Qian away soon?" Take it to Shuntian Mansion!"
"Yes!" The guards agreed in a low voice, and escorted Song Qian to stride out.
Song Qian's complexion was ashen, his sharp eyes were like sharp arrows, and he shot at Song Tianwen: He is also an official of the court, if he takes a crime and goes to the prison, his reputation will be ruined and his future will be cut off!
For revenge, Song Tianwen didn't care about his brotherhood at all. He was really ruthless and ruthless. If he ever got out of prison, he would never let Song Tianwen go...
Looking at Song Qian's figure gradually going away, Mrs. Song slumped down on the bamboo chair, her eyes were full of shock and disbelief: Tianwen, Qian'er, are actually killing each other! how so
Song Qingyan's eyes were full of anxiety, he raised his head to look at Song Tianwen, facing Song Tianwen's gloomy gaze, he swallowed the words of pleading that came to his lips...
"Child, wake up, wake up..." Song Tianwen heard the sad cry, and looked up, only to see the little boy's parents, crying sadly holding the little boy's body...
At this time, the little boy was covered in blood, his face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was lifeless. He was a completely different person from the clever, silly and cute him just now...
Song Tianwen's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a look in the pupils that others couldn't understand...
The housekeeper's eyes flickered, and he walked forward quickly, and said in a low voice: "Master Hou, this young prince... has passed away, do you want to choose another one?"
Song Tianwen's gaze sank, and he shook his head lightly: "I don't want to choose for the time being, let's send the clansmen back. As for the parents of Xiaoshizi, give more gold and silver..."
"I understand." The housekeeper nodded, glanced at the little boy's body, and sighed regretfully: He could have become the heir of Marquis Wu'an that everyone envied, and he was rich and honored all his life, all because of the cruelty of the second master...
Several guards stepped forward, carefully lifted Song Tianwen onto a wheelchair, and pushed him slowly towards the officials not far away...
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows lightly, the little boy died, Song Tianwen was seriously injured, Song Qian was sent to Shuntian Mansion, the bustle of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion is over, the next step is to deal with the aftermath, there is nothing to see...
"My lord, let's go back!"
Seeing her lack of interest, Ouyang Shaochen nodded lightly: "Okay!"
Ouyang Shaochen turned around slowly, walked out of Marquis Wu'an's Mansion with Murong Xue side by side, and walked forward on the flat street.
A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a faint fragrance of flowers. Murong Xue's eyes sank, and she suddenly said, "Strictly speaking, Song Tianwen only suspects Song Qian. There is no evidence at all to prove that Song Qian murdered him, right?"
Ouyang Shaochen pondered for a moment, then said calmly: "Song Tianwen has more means than Song Qian, and has more contacts in the court than Song Qian. As long as Song Tianwen thinks about it, he can create evidence without evidence."
"That's true!" Murong Xue nodded. Song Qian did harm to Song Tianwen's heart and took action. He even killed a three-year-old child, and he was not wronged when he was arrested and imprisoned: "Do you think, What punishment will Song Qian be sentenced to?"
"It's hard to say the specific punishment, but Song Qian should not be released until Song Tianwen fully recovers..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly.
Murong Xue smiled, Song Tianwen had just healed from his burns, and had consumed a lot of vitality. This time the injury seemed to be serious, and it was impossible for him to recover within a month or two. Song Qian was obediently in the dark and damp prison stay for a while...
A black figure suddenly flashed not far away, Murong Xue's eyes froze: "Who is it?"
The man in black turned a deaf ear, jumped onto the roof, and ran forward along the roof at high speed, with his vigorous figure and swift speed, Murong Xueliu raised his eyebrows: "Such a neat skill, is he a secret guard? "
"Shouldn't be an ordinary shadow guard. He has a restrained aura and deep inner strength. His martial arts are not inferior to the shadow guards of the Xiaoyao Palace. He is very similar to... your father's shadow guard!" Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were dark.
"Really?" Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed sharply: "Then let's quickly follow and see where he is going."
"Okay." Ouyang Shaochen nodded, stretched out his hand to wrap around Murong Xue's waist, his slender figure was like a blue cloud rising straight up, he jumped into the air in the blink of an eye, and chased in the direction where the man in black disappeared...
The man in black was running fast on the roof, and he came to a house with hesitant turns. He turned around and disappeared into the transparent air...
Ouyang Shaochen frowned, and landed lightly on the ground with Murong Xue in his arms, his deep eyes swept across the delicate and elegant houses, his dark eyes narrowed slightly...
"This is the other courtyard of rich and noble families!" Murong Xue said leisurely, her pretty Liu Mei frowned slightly: Why are there so many...
Ouyang Shaochen's obsidian-like pupils flashed darkly: "There are indeed many other courtyards, but it is not particularly difficult to know which other courtyard that dark guard entered..."
Murong Xue blinked: "Can you find him?"
Ouyang Shaochen hummed lightly: "The other courtyards are used by famous nobles to enjoy the scenery. Occasionally, they come to live here when they have leisure time. Today is not the time for rest and bathing. Officials and family members will basically not come here..."