Chapter 170 Changing Surnames, Xiao is also a good choice for Tang Ning
Half of Xiao Yan's robe was wet, and there were traces of water on his hair. When he came out from the hanging flower gate, he and Jin Yun, who was holding an umbrella beside him but also had wet clothes, looked like they had rolled into a quagmire.
Song Jinxiu was still watching the excitement. He leaned against the door and wanted to laugh at Xiao Yan, but who knew that he saw Song Tangning who was protected tightly in his arms.
The little girl lost her vitality and leaned in Xiao Yan's arms with her eyes closed.
"Tang Ning!"
Song Jinxiu instantly lost interest in watching the fun. As he quickly stepped forward, his ungrown legs became even more lame. He hurriedly stood in front of Xiao Yan and called out to Tang Ning, but she didn't respond at all. Her face was pale as she leaned against Xiao Yan.
Song Jinxiu suddenly became anxious: "Tang Ning...Xiao Yan, what happened to Tang Ning?"
"Get out of the way."
"Xiao Yan!" Song Jinxiu saw the person in front of him avoid him and wanted to walk out. He stretched out his hand to grab Tang Ning's arm: "Where do you want to take Tang Ning? What have you done to her..."
Bang!
Xiao Yan raised his foot and kicked directly at Song Jinxiu's leg. He saw that the person who was standing in front of him just now staggered and hit the door frame behind him in pain. He hugged Tang Tangning in his arms and looked down at Song Jinxiu who was hunched over and had to hold on to the door frame to stand firmly.
"Where this Governor takes Tang Ning is none of your business."
"Xiao Yan..."
"Song Lushi, have you forgotten the rules I taught you?"
As soon as Xiao Yan finished speaking, Jinyun, who was following behind him, suddenly stepped forward, took the umbrella and hit Song Jinxiu hard on the lower abdomen, and then hit him on the broken leg. Song Jinxiu groaned miserably, and just as he was trying to stand up by supporting himself on the door frame, he was hit and bent down again. He knelt on the ground with a "bang" in pain.
Jinyun withdrew his hand and said coldly, "Song Lushi, my family's chief officer is higher than you. In terms of rank, you must give way to him when you see him. Next time, remember to observe the rules and be polite. Don't call him by his name. This is disrespectful."
Song Jinxiu felt a knot in his stomach and sweat broke out on his forehead: "I just care about Tang Ning..."
"In what capacity do you care about her?"
The gentleness he had shown in front of the Qian family had faded, and his eyes, dark and gloomy due to the night, were filled with extreme indifference.
He stood in the shadow of the corridor holding someone in his arms. The lantern above his head swayed in the wind, and the flickering light and shadow cast a suffocating chill on his face.
"I am her brother..."
"The brother who wants to kill him?"
Xiao Yan scoffed, "Do you need me to remind you of what the Song family did to Tang Ning, or do you need me to help you remember how you treated her in the past? She hated you so much that she kicked herself out of the Song family long ago. If you think you can force her to stay with the Song family, then I'll change her surname in advance."
The surname Xiao is not bad either.
I have been busy with the Lu family's affairs recently and have forgotten about the Song family. Xiao Yan turned his head to look at Jinyun beside him.
"Tomorrow, I'll take people to the Song family's ancestral tomb and retrieve the coffins of Madam Rong and her husband. Then, I'll go to the Song clan and remove their names from the family, so that some ungrateful people won't disturb their peaceful afterlife."
Song Jinxiu's face turned pale and he looked up suddenly.
Song Tangning's parents were buried near the main tomb, and the tombs of the Song family's ancestors were almost all connected together. If they wanted to open the tombs and coffins for Song Xi and his wife, they would have to dig up most of the Song family's ancestral tombs.
If this is the case, I am afraid that the entire Song family will hate them, and the souls of the Song family ancestors will not be able to rest in peace.
"Xiao Yan, how dare you..."
Hmm...
Song Jinxiu had just shouted when Jinyun hit him in the face with the handle of an umbrella.
"Recruiter Song, you've overstepped your bounds."
Song Jinxiu was hit so hard that he fell backwards in pain, and his whole body hit the door frame with a loud noise, which touched the mad dog who was bullying Xiao Yan and he held the umbrella handle as if he wanted to hit him again.
Song Jinxiu's words stopped, and when he opened his mouth, his words were unclear and full of blood.
"My second uncle and his family have been dead for many years. Although my father made mistakes, the Song family still pays homage to them every year. It is you who disturbed their peace by opening their graves. The Rong family has no descendants. My second uncle and his family have no place to rest after leaving the Song family. Tang Ning will never allow anyone to pay homage to them in the future!"
Xiao Yan turned his head and looked at him: "Who said that the Rong family has no descendants? Tang Ning is marrying in, so the future child will naturally have the surname Rong."
"Besides..."
He hugged the petite figure in his arms a little tighter, and when he thought of the reason why she was unconscious, his eyes turned grim:
"The Song family may not be the place where their souls rest, but perhaps it is where they died. The incense that they committed for money and murder, I am afraid that Mr. Song and his souls will not rest in peace in the afterlife."
Song Jinxiu's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at him intently: "What do you mean?"
Xiao Yan did not answer his question. He just glanced at him, turned around and walked out while holding Tang Ning.
"Xiao Yan, don't go!" Song Jinxiu hissed, "What did you mean by what you just said?!"
What do you mean the Song family is where my second uncle and his men died?
What is this kind of incense that kills for money?!
Song Jinxiu endured the severe pain and stood up by grabbing the door frame. He limped over and wanted to chase after Xiao Yan to ask him what he meant, but just as he ran down the stairs, he was pushed back by Jinyun.
"Get out of the way!"
Song Jinxiu wanted to push Jinyun away, but was stopped firmly. Seeing Xiao Yan leave, he could only shout in that direction, "Xiao Yan, don't go. Explain it to me clearly..."
Bang!
Jinyun had already given the umbrella in his hand to Xiao Yan. Standing in the rain, he pushed Song Jinxiu with his backhand, and he staggered and fell to the ground.
"How much more does Registrar Song want the Governor to explain clearly?" He just felt that the Song family was particularly annoying. "The Song family is full of scum. They harmed our daughter and never treated her parents well. Instead of pestering us about our Governor's intentions, why not go back and ask your closest relatives how Second Master Song and his family died back then?"
Song Jinxiu raised his head: "What do you mean..."
"What you're saying is, this isn't the first time your Song family has murdered a loved one."
Jinyun sneered, and without waiting for Song Jinxiu to reply, he turned around and strode out.
The heavy rain came down, and it hurt people's skin and flesh.
Song Jinxiu supported himself on the ground and tried to get up, but the severe pain in his left leg made him fall back twice. It felt as if someone was cutting his leg bones with a knife. His crown fell apart, his wet hair stuck to his face, and his already pale figure became even more desolate.
He could only watch Xiao Yan and his servant leave the Qian family, while he collapsed to the ground with red eyes, and hammered the ground beside him with anger.
"Recorder Song."
As the water splashed, someone suddenly spoke.
There was an umbrella above his head to block the heavy rain. When Song Jinxiu looked up, he found that the servants of the Qian family had come to his side without him knowing when. Even Qian Baokun, who had never appeared before, was standing at his arm's length with an umbrella.
"Minister Qian..." Song Jinxiu was embarrassed.
Qian Baokun said, "Help Song Lushi up."
The Qian family's servants helped Song Jinxiu to his feet. After holding an umbrella to block the wind and rain above his head and helping him to the corridor in the front hall, Qian Baokun waved his hand and asked the servants to leave.
He looked up at the young man who was covered in mud and looked like a drowned rat. He had seen him full of vigor and vitality before, and he had also seen him being praised by everyone in the court at a young age and having a bright future. But now, his face was pale and he even had to lean against the wall for support when standing.
The clothes that tried their best to fit him but still didn't fit him well made him look even more shabby.
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