The princes from Jiangnan are still gathering in the Ouyang family's house in Beijing to wait for the news.

But there was no news on the left, and no news on the right. It was not until two hours later that someone finally came to report that Wan Daniu had been beaten ten times and thrown out by Gu Tongpan of Shuntian Prefecture!

"Mr. Ouyang! Mr. Zhuang, what on earth is going on?"

Someone finally couldn't help but stand up.

Due to transportation problems, many students in Jiangnan did not know that arithmetic research was already so popular here in the capital.

Except for Wang Chenglin and a few other candidates who came to the capital early, all the candidates from Jiangnan were almost wiped out this time.

In addition to Jiangnan Juzi, even Jiangxi Juzi and Fujian Juzi, who were very powerful in the past, were completely wiped out this time.

Many of them have some relationship with the Ou family, the Liang family, and even the Shen family, but those relationships become nothing in the face of absolute scores.

All the benefits given to those companies in the past were in vain.

Can we not be anxious about this?

One of them, a young man named Bai, boasted that he was very talented. He used to be friends with the young masters of the Liang family, but the Liang family did not tell him that arithmetic was so important, and he was not even prepared at all.

That kid Liang Junhuai is so famous that he even became a member this time!

It’s so infuriating!

Since the Liang family was unjust to me first, don't blame him for being unkind now.

Master Bai heard that Wan Daniu was beaten ten times with a stick by the Shuntian Prefecture Yamen and was driven out. Suddenly, he had an idea and gave advice to Zhuang Jinyi, Song Gaopeng and Ouyang Yubo who took the lead in making trouble: "Brother Zhuang, Brother Song, what else can you do?"

With Brother Ouyang and my younger brother not so talented, I finally have an idea."

"Brother Bai, it's okay to say it!"

"One Wan Da Niu is not enough. What if a hundred or a thousand Wan Da Niu come? The land purchase tax ends up falling on the seller. It's not just one or two cases! Just find some more Wan Da Niu.

, or let’s just do it..." As he said this, he suddenly stopped, dipped his finger into the tea in the cup, and then wrote two words "civil unrest" on the table, and then said, "Once civil unrest breaks out,

, even Song Cifu can’t hold it back!”

Song Mansion.

Song Jianming's situation is a bit pessimistic.

Song Qingyue didn't know until she got home how seriously her father was hit - his hair had been shaved off in order to suture the wound, and his head was now wrapped with gauze, and he was still in a coma.

Dr. Fan also said that if there were just two cuts on the scalp, it would be fine, but if there was a blood clot in the head, even Dr. Fan could not do anything.

The moment she knew how seriously her father was beaten, Song Qingyue was confused.

He was so fine, but suddenly he closed his eyes and lay there motionless.

Not only Song Qingyue was confused, but the whole Song family was also confused. Mrs. Liang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the man lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and she was also a little unable to react.

In the morning, I went out to go to court without any problems, but when I came back, it suddenly became like this.

Song Qianqian and several other concubines cried too much at first, so Liang asked them to take them back to the backyard. None of the other boys from the Song family cried, but their faces were not very good.

Li Zhao was afraid that something might happen to Song Qingyue, so he helped her out.

"Yue'er, it's all my husband's fault. My husband should have anticipated the excessive behavior of those sons-in-law, and should have sent someone to protect his father-in-law earlier. Yue'er, if you want to blame, blame me..." Facing his face disappeared.

Song Qingyue was blood-red, and Li Zhao felt sincerely, "Don't worry too much, it will be fine. It's just a stone. I also suffered many injuries when I was practicing martial arts, and they are all better now. It will be fine, don't worry too much."

!”

Song Qingyue shook her head, feeling that all the strength in her body had been drained. She leaned on Li Zhao, took a few deep breaths, calmed down her emotions, and whispered: "Husband, can you take me to my yard?

I have a headache."

"Okay, my husband will carry you over."

Li Zhao lifted her up in his arms, and Song Qingyue huddled up in his arms, feeling overwhelming pain in her chest.

She had never encountered such a thing in her previous life. The father of a senior at the university happily came abroad to reunite with his son during the Spring Festival. When he was going out to buy groceries, he was hit by a motorcycle passing by at the intersection.

The car was scratched, and the man fell to the ground and hit his head on the curb. After being sent to the hospital, he lay in the ICU for two months and finally left.

People are really fragile.

One second he was the deputy minister of the cabinet who was making the most decisions in the court, and the next second he became a motionless patient.

Thinking of this, Song Qingyue felt a real sense of fear, and tears instantly burst out of her eyes.

Song Qingyue couldn't care about anything now. When she thought that her father might not be able to survive, an overwhelming feeling of discomfort filled her heart.

She is really scared.

Right now, it's just a sit-in protest by students. Song Qingyue simply doesn't dare to think about what will happen next.

If dad really fell like this, what would the two brothers, the Song family, herself, and even Li Zhao do?

"Yue'er, Yue'er, don't cry. As long as I'm here, my father-in-law will be fine, nothing will happen!" Li Zhao felt his heart break as he held her.

Song Qingyue is now almost nine months pregnant. She is already thin, and having such a big belly makes her look even thinner. Many times, Li Zhao feels that her originally slender waist is going to be so big.

My stomach was pinched.

Song Qingyue hugged Li Zhao's neck and cried in fear.

Li Zhao was also a little panicked at this time. He glanced at Lin Wanfu and told him to quickly ask for Doctor Jiang and Meng Wanfeng. If Mr. Song had any shortcomings, he was afraid that Song Qingyue would not be able to handle it.

After crying for half an hour, Song Qingyue finally calmed down.

She began to think silently in her heart, what should she do if her father really died like this.

She didn't even dare to discuss this kind of matter with Li Zhao.

It's too cold to think so.

No child should have to think about these things when his father is critically ill.

But Song Qingyue just thought so.

First of all, eldest brother must not move around in Guizhou.

The second brother is in the military camp, he is half a military attache, and he has a good relationship with Fu Chengfeng. The second brother is safer in the firearms camp than as a civil servant.

If her father really dies and she is still here, she can be the backbone of the Song family.

Seeing Song Qingyue's expression slowly calming down, Li Zhao knew what she was thinking, and held Song Qingyue's hand tightly, "Yue'er! Don't think too much, don't put too many things on your shoulders!"

Song Qingyue slowly turned her head to look at Li Zhao, and said with tears in her eyes: "But if my father is gone, if I don't stand up to support him, who else will?"

"There is your mother, and your second brother is here! You underestimate your second brother. No matter what, the Song family will not fall!" Li Zhao looked at Song Qingyue firmly, "I didn't let your second brother go to the Ministry of War, but

Let him stay in the firearms camp just because we trust him more. Your second brother is no worse than Shen Xin!"

Song Qingyue blinked twice and nodded blankly: "I don't look down on my second brother, I just think that if daddy really falls, we have to live on. This family can't fall, and I can't fall, and I am the least able.

Fallen."

As he said this, tears welled up again. Li Zhao held her in his arms lovingly and said softly: "Don't be afraid, you still have me."

Song Qingyue raised her face and looked into Li Zhao's eyes, struggling in her heart.

At this moment, she really wanted to rely on Li Zhao.

But...can I rely on him?

How many men in history have abandoned their wives for political gain?

Can any political person be trusted?

Seemingly noticing the hesitation in her eyes, Li Zhao felt a pain in his heart, and his hand on her shoulder unconsciously tightened a little harder.

"Yue'er, you believe me!"

"I……"

"Believe me! I told you that I will never have a second woman in my life. I only want you. Don't think too much about it, okay?! I'm begging you. This time, you have to believe it.

Me, okay?"

Song Qingyue nodded, hugged Li Zhao's neck tightly, and sobbed.
Chapter completed!