Song Jianming's place is very lively. When there are more people in the family, there are more unstable factors.

For example, in the room of Song Jianming's two younger brothers, when they saw more than a dozen lords moving into the house at once, three or four of them were not yet married, they made up their minds.

On this day, Mr. Song had just left the office, and before he had time to wash up and change into his regular clothes, he was dragged to the main courtyard by his wife, Mrs. Liang, with a very serious look on his face, as if something big had happened.

The doors of the main courtyard were closed tightly, and there was a circle of rough girls and women standing outside the courtyard, as if no strangers were allowed to enter, surrounding the courtyard.

When Mr. Song Ge entered the hall, he saw several people kneeling down the hall. One of them was a cousin of the Liang family, his name was Liang Junhuai, and he was twenty-two this year.

The Liang family's ancestral home is in Shandong, and Liang Junhuai came to the capital from Shandong to prepare for this year's Spring Festival. There were also two eldest nieces, Song Pingyin, who was the second wife, and her mother Zhao, kneeling by the hall, holding a handkerchief and crying.

Song Jianshu, the younger brother of Mr. Song, looked very angry. When he saw his eldest brother entering the door, he threw himself at his feet, started crying and said: "Brother, can you give me an explanation? Is there anyone in the Liang family who bullies others like this?"

The boy from the Liang family has soiled my eldest daughter’s innocence by sending her love poems. The evidence is all here and he still refuses to admit it!”

The nephew of the Liang family over there was also full of grievances, and he raised his hands to Master Song and said: "Uncle, you can't listen to their nonsense about this matter! I have obviously never done anything, and I have never even met this Miss Song.

, why would I give her something... any love poem! I, Liang Junhuai, have read books for so many years and I don’t understand this. As for those love poems, I have never written them!"

Master Song looked at his second brother Song Jianshu's family and was really bored to the extreme. Is it easy for him to train a few of his own disciples? He actually put the plan on the head of Juzi who lived in the house. He was simply ignorant of life and death!

"Bring that... poem to me and take a look at it."

Mrs. Liang immediately handed him the poem that Song Pingyin, the eldest daughter of the second room, had taken out. Mr. Song only glanced at it and said to his second brother, "Did you make a mistake? This is not Jun Huai's notes. It's so obvious that you can't even read it."

Come out, are you blind?" He put the piece of paper aside and burned it directly on the candlestick.

The second house owner, Song Jianshu, was immediately dumbfounded. Did he directly help destroy the evidence? There was no proof?

Are you still playing like this?

"Okay, let's all disperse. There are no love poems. I will pretend that nothing happened today. If anyone dares to mention it in front of me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Song Ping, the eldest girl from the second room over there, started wailing loudly, and her personal maid even knelt down, kowtowed several times, and said, "Sir, you can't do this! Three days ago, my girl fell down in the garden. Mr. Liang happened to be passing by.

I called the doctor for help, and many people saw this!"

Master Song stared at the maid, and his whole body pressure dropped. He chuckled twice, pointed at the maid and asked the second wife, Mrs. Zhao: "Are the people in the second brother and sister's room so unruly?"

Mrs. Zhao, the second wife, was immediately frightened by Mr. Song's aura and turned pale. She couldn't say a word. However, Song Pingyin was more courageous than her mother and asked loudly: "Uncle, you hate our second wife so much."

Huh? For the sake of the Liang family, you don’t even care about your niece’s innocence. How can you turn your elbows outward like this!"

"ha!"

Song Jianming laughed angrily. He had never seen such a thick-skinned lady.

He waved his hand impatiently and said: "That maid, drag it down and sell it." Then he pointed at the eldest girl in the second room and said: "Since you think uncle and I are partial, then you should go back to Jiangling.

The temple here is small and I can’t keep you here.”

Song Pingyin's face immediately turned pale, and she didn't know whether it was a fake or real thing, but she fainted immediately.

Her father, Song Jianshu, was about to say something when he was frightened by Mr. Song's eyes: "If you dare to cause any trouble again, you will all go back to Jiangling!"

After saying that, he glanced at Liang Junhuai with cold eyes, and said in an unkind tone: "Come to the study with me."

Liang Junhuai felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end. When he followed Mr. Song to the study room, the sweat on his back had already soaked his middle coat.

"Tell me, what's that poem about?"

Liang Junhuai's face turned red all of a sudden, and he knelt down to Mr. Song with a thud, his head lowered, his mouth trembling, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Say, I don't blame you."

Only then did Liang Junhuai tell the story of meeting Song Yaxin by chance in the garden, falling in love at first sight, and never forgetting her after returning home. He tossed and turned for several nights, couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, got up, and wrote a poem about the Prime Minister's thoughts to express his feelings.

Mr. Song groaned very unhappily, and it seemed that it took him a long time to suppress his anger, and said as calmly as possible: "Xin'er is already engaged, don't think about it anymore."

"Yes, I...I know." Liang Junhuai lowered his head, his face turned the color of pig liver, and he almost wanted to crawl into the cracks of the ground in shame.

Master Song called Song Quan over again and asked who were responsible for planning Liang Junhuai's house and delivering meals to Liang Junhuai. Song Quan had gone to check before and answered very fluently.

Mr. Song clenched his fists and said bitterly: "Check! Check hard for me! As well as the servants in the second brother's room, I will replace all the servants they brought from Jiangling! I don't want to do such a thing

Saw it for the second time.”

Then he said to Liang Junhuai: "Should I investigate Xiaosi and Shutong around you, or should you investigate by yourself?"

Liang Junhuai stammered: "I, I will do it myself."

"Um."

Mr. Song breathed heavily for a while before letting Liang Junhuai get up from the ground and said to him: "With such an unstable mind, I think you still need to practice. You can postpone the exam for three years and don't take part this year. This matter

I will write a letter to my grandfather-in-law and inform your father that you should go back and rest today."

Liang Junhuai's face turned pale in an instant, and his whole body was shaking. If it weren't for Song Quan supporting him behind him, he would probably have fainted.

Yes, he caused such a big disaster and was given the excuse. If Mr. Song had not handled it in time, it would have been the eldest lady Song Yaxin whose reputation was damaged. How could Mr. Song have spared him lightly?

It would have been very merciful not to break his legs and send him back to Shandong.
Chapter completed!