Fang Qing used to think that Song Hunzi was a soft-hearted guy. However, when he watched Song Juren being pressed on the spring stool today, and then the thick bramble was picked up and hit hard, and Song Juren did not struggle or beg for mercy, he still felt that his usual view of Song Hunzi was wrong. This guy at least knew right from wrong.
However, what he heard next was a scream like a pig being slaughtered!
Immediately afterwards, Song Hunzi's familiar voice of cursing rang out: "I have failed my mother, but you are not her. Even the family rules don't punish you so severely. Are you trying to kill someone... Ouch! Stop it, stop it right there! If you continue to hit me, someone will die... Ouch! I tell you, I am the one chosen by the emperor, otherwise how could I have passed all the tests and killed all the generals... Ouch!"
Mr. Song's endless chatter was mixed with the same old screams without any creativity. Fang Qing was angry and amused at first, but then he heard Mr. Song start to curse the Guangdong Song family's profit-seeking style hidden under the appearance of meritocracy. His original intention of watching the fun and joking gradually disappeared, and he could not help but pondering it carefully.
Song Huishou, who seemed to have a clear mind at first, gradually became ugly. He left Fang Qing by his side just to be a witness and to put some psychological pressure on his nephew. After all, no one wanted to see his mortal enemy being beaten, so that he could then tell him to stop. But he didn't expect that Song Juren, a big mouth, would even drag his entire family into it.
In a rage, he couldn't help but shout: "Shut this kid's mouth for me, and then give him twenty whips to teach him a lesson for his mother!" Anyway, the thorns of the whip have been removed, so it can't do any good!
"My mother would never teach me this. Even if she hit me, she wouldn't hit me this hard. Aaaah!" After being hit again and screaming, Song Juren's mouth was finally gagged again, and then he was tied tightly to the spring stool. However, the executioner did not do anything else, but looked at Song Huishou with some hesitation.
Fang Qing had seen enough of the excitement and quickly stood up, his face full of righteousness: "Song Huizhang, you want to teach the younger generation a lesson. Logically, I, an outsider, should not interfere, but you are not the head of the Song family, nor are you the father of this kid. You should not regard yourself as an elder and carry out such a private punishment!"
Song Juren, who had just been beaten so hard that he was howling in pain, finally got a chance to breathe and wanted to applaud Fang Qing. However, his hands and feet were tied and his mouth was blocked, so he could only struggle hard and make noises. As a result, he failed to show support and made himself look even more pitiful.
After realizing this, he immediately shut up, but tried to look up, hoping to see the reaction of Song Huizhu. However, Fang Qing's back of the head blocked his view completely, and he was so angry that he almost turned his back on his kindness and wanted to curse, but of course he couldn't curse...
When Song Huizong took off Fang Qing's hood and gag and untied him, he did it himself. No matter whether Yue Shanzhang had expelled him from the sect, he was a juren after all, and he had lived with his nephew in Zhang Garden before, so he would not add insult to injury. So at this moment, when he treated Fang Qing's advice, he was definitely much more polite and courteous than when he faced Song Juren just now.