That dangerous aura suddenly reminded them that if the young master was injured, his emotions would be out of control!
Since the young master nearly killed himself with a knife five years ago, he has not been injured again.
However, just now the young master had been restraining himself from actually taking action, but Lu Ling was really angry and struck cruelly.
The young master was hurt, and the hidden cruelty was gradually revealed.
Song Xiao wanted to run away, but his many years of experience with the young master meant that when he encountered something like this, his first reaction was to run away.
But at this time, Li Hongjun stood up and stood in front of Lu Ling: "Lu Ling, I told you, if you have any words to be reasonable, don't fight easily, you will easily teach your children bad habits."
That's what he said, but Li Hongjun's posture clearly protected Lu Ling.
It seems to be saying, Shen Yutang, if you want to take action, do it to me first.
The painters in the Ink Painting Pavilion were all staring at Shen Yutang, with a unanimous attitude toward the outside world. If Shen Yutang dared to take action, they would dare to put down their brushes and start a fight together.
With this posture, people who didn't know better thought it was Lu Ling who had just been beaten.
The people in Shuimo Pavilion didn't know the seriousness of the matter, but Song Xiao still knew about it and Song Jing did.
The young master is out of control emotionally. If he doesn't control it, something might really happen.
Song Xiao glanced at his brother. Instead of hiding, his brother stood in front of Li Hongjun.
Song Xiao gritted his teeth and stood beside his brother.
If the young master really loses control today and hurts someone in the Shui Mo Pavilion, then the young lady and the young master may really not be able to come to an agreement.
The indifference on Shen Yutang's face became thicker and thicker, as if he was gradually losing his human feelings.
Song Jing was at the front, and Shen Yutang took action and removed one of Song Jing's arms.
The attack was ruthless, and everyone's hearts tightened.
However, Song Xiao suddenly felt familiar with this scene.
Back then, when the young lady first married the eldest son, in order to retaliate against the Qi family for causing the eldest son to be injured, he was the one who called out that the young lady was left on the side of the road and wanted to take the young lady home. That was the first time that the eldest son lost control. Self-control of emotions.
At this time, Song Xiao came to his senses and shouted loudly: "Young Master, please don't do anything! This is the Shui Mo Pavilion, and these are the people that Young Madam cares about most."
There was a slight pause in Shen Yutang's eyes, as if instinct and reason were tugging at each other.
Lu Ling didn't know what was going on, so he still shouted: "Shen Yutang, do it! If I say the word "fear" today, I won't call you Lu Ling!"
Seeing Shen Yutang, who was showing signs of suppression just now, his eyes turned cold again.
Song Xiao's head was covered in sweat.
Song Jing pulled Lu Ling over, covered Lu Ling's mouth, and said in Lu Ling's ear: "Ancestor, I have been beaten and scolded, so let's forget it for today."
Lu Ling struggled: "What the hell! If I don't give An Xin a break today, I'll be sorry for her treating me as her closest relative."
Lu Ling continued to shout, but Song Jing hurriedly grabbed Lu Ling and kissed him.
Lu Ling was so angry that he was stunned.
Over the years, Song Jing has been as reserved as a young lady and has never been willing to get too intimate outside.
At this time, Lu Ling was confused. When he looked at Song Jing, his first reaction was that he was actually stepping on his feet.
She is 180 and Song Jing is 175.
Because of her anger, she still raised her neck, but Song Jing actually put his feet up.
Lu Ling was still thinking wildly in his mind.
Song Jing's meticulous face turned slightly red as he said, "Forget it, let's just vent your anger. It's really a big deal. The most sad things are An Xin and the young lady."
Lu Ling was stunned for a moment, and his clamorous aura relaxed.
Yes, the beating was so fierce before, and the sound may have been heard on the third floor. I don't know if An Ning was awakened, but An Ning was probably feeling sad.
I used to like An Ning, hiding everything in my heart and feeling sad silently.
Now I can't speak, and I am even more quiet.
Lu Ling stopped arguing.
Song Xiao quietly gave his brother a thumbs up, he was indeed his brother!
Song Xiao tentatively said: "Young Master, have you forgotten? We still have to wait for the Young Madam. The Young Madam will come back to you. Let's go back and wait for the Young Madam."
This is what the An family said to Shen Yutang one day five years ago when they took An Ning away.
Shen Yutang must live, and Shen Yutang did survive because of these words.
At this time, Shen Yutang's eyes gradually became clearer. He put the card that Lu Ling had thrown back on the desk beside him, turned around and left the Ink Painting Pavilion without saying a word.
Song Xiao and Song Jing breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Song Xiao quickly caught up.
Song Jing bowed to Li Hongjun and said apologetically: "Mr. Li, I would like to apologize to you on behalf of the eldest son. There are some problems with the eldest son's upbringing. What we think of as ordinary feelings on his side are often... It’s not easy to understand.”
Li Hongjun thought of the crazy scene five years ago when Shen Yutang accompanied An Ning to die, and thought that there might be something wrong with this.
He sighed and said, "There's no point in apologizing to me. You can tell him later that if he wants to recognize you, just be careful. If he doesn't want to, just don't contact him or meet him, so as not to hurt his heart."
Song Jing nodded: "Okay, I will tell the young master."
After Song Jing finished speaking, he patted Lu Ling on the shoulder and left quickly.
The Shui Mo Pavilion became quiet again.
Everyone involuntarily looked up upstairs, and then sighed in unison, with a touch of distress.
Upstairs, An Xin was indeed awakened.
Both mother and daughter heard the quarrel downstairs.
An Xin lowered his head, like a flower that hasn't been watered in three days.
"Mom, I want to recognize him, am I doing something wrong?"
An Ning opened her mouth, and a hoarse voice came out from her throat: "My heart is right."
The voice was hoarse and dry, as if an old, rusty machine was working hard.
An Ning, who was originally sad, suddenly looked up at An Ning, and said with surprise in his sadness: "Mom, can you talk?"
An Ning nodded: "You can't do it with other people, but you can do it with Xinxin."
When An Ning spoke, her throat hurt with friction and tearing every time she spoke, but her expression was calm.
It's just that her voice was very low, as if she was whispering, trying to minimize the vibration of her vocal cords.
An Ning can speak, and it seems to comfort An Ning to a great extent.
Jean Anxin no longer concealed anything from her, and began to confide in her heart: "I originally thought it was very simple, just like getting along with other uncles and aunts. The more I get in touch with him, the more he will like me. But these days, I can feel that he is really Don't care about me."
Facing Li Hongjun and Lu Ling, An Xin couldn't say this.
Because Li Hongjun would defend his shortcomings, Lu Ling would be so angry that he wanted to hit someone.
But tranquility is different.
An Ning has never seen An Ning since she was a child, but she has been listening to An Ning's stories growing up. She is very close to her, but not close enough. To An Ning, An Ning is actually more like a friend who is closer than a friend.
You can let her express her true thoughts without any burden.
An Ning said softly: "Maybe it's not that he doesn't care, but he just doesn't understand."