Before the palace gate was placed under the key, Song Zhiyuan dragged his tired body out of the palace gate, and Jiang Fulai, who was waiting next to the palace gate, quickly greeted him with a hurricane on his face.

"Sir, something happened."

Song Zhiyuan frowned and walked towards the carriage, asking, "What?"

Jiang Fulai walked to him, his voice was low and unheard, but it happened to hit his master's ears.

Song Zhiyuan paused, his eyes looked at him with a sharp cold light flashing in his eyes, like a sharp blade, with a cold murderous intent.

Jiang Fulai's sweat as big as beans dripped from his forehead, and his back was completely soaked with sweat.

He didn't know about the folk songs circulating recently, but he never expected that the folk song was aimed at Song Ci's sword, how could it be so heartbroken?

evildoer?

Whenever Jiang Fulai thought of this word, he wanted to get the person who slandered his wife and cut them into pieces to see if the other party's heart was dark or was covered with shit.

The wife of his family is as good as her name, and she is so kind and kind. The good deeds she has done over the years and the money she has scattered are enough to support many ordinary people's families. She also runs a charity school, which specializes in raising support for the unsupported orphans, so that they have a dependence on and future.

Nowadays, those who have gone out of Song Ciyi’s school will send Song Ci small gifts during festivals. Even if it is just a pack of candy, they are all grateful.

Is such a person a monster?

In the world, no one is the monster, it is impossible for his wife to be the wife of his family.

Jiang Fulai thought of Song Ci's silly look, and his eyes were sour.

Such an old lady is getting worse and worse, and I don’t know how long she can live. She is still thinking about the disaster and the victims, and is willing to waste her energy.

But those who were so mean, they slandered her reputation in this way, and they were so vicious.

Jiang Fulai wiped the corners of his wet eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "After receiving the news, the slave had already arrested a few people who had spread it well, but there were many people entering the city at that time, and there were also several people from other families involved."

Folk songs have already risen, and now they are aiming at Song Ci. Can the political enemies of the Song family seize this opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to attack and annihilate?

Among them are the Fan family, the Zhou royal palace and the Xiao royal palace, and the people who have been in contact with them.

Of course, it is not just that Song Ci is a monster, but that her temperament is completely different from the past years. Isn’t she a little possessed by a lonely ghost? Otherwise, how could she change so much!

Song Zhiyuan's finger bones clattered, and he got on the carriage without saying a word, and then said, "Come up and talk in detail."

Jiang Fulai also jumped onto the carriage, but he just leaned against the door and patted the car. The car started to drive. Only amid the sound of the wheels did he explain the rumors and the process of handling them in detail.

Song Zhiyuan half-closed his eyes, placed his hands on his legs, and his face was hidden in the shadows in the carriage, making it impossible to see his true expression.

But Jiang Fulai, who was very close to him and had followed him for many years, was tense all over and cold sweat was flowing down.

He knew that the master was angry and the consequences were serious.

Anyone who hears such vicious and absurd rumors will feel unhappy, not to mention that the partner is his own mother.

The respect for Song Zhiyuan respects Song Ci, no one knows. Now that others slander, he respects him in his heart and how angry he is at this time.

"Has the identity of the crazy man been found out?" Song Zhiyuan's voice was illusory.
Chapter completed!