Song Han was helped aside, changed into a dress, and took it to his study next door.

The study was quiet.

Wu Yi was serving Song Mo and wrote big characters.

Song Han looked up and glanced at the floor-to-ceiling mirror from the corner of his eyes.

In the mirror, he was dressed neatly, except that his face was a little pale and a bit of listless expression, which was no different from usual.

Only then did he deeply understand what the meaning of "don't leave traces".

If he had died just now, would he look like he was drowning like a fall?

Song Han was chilling all over and his teeth were trembling, but he still rushed towards Song Mo: "Brother, brother, this is not your idea, right? You just want to scare me, right?" He cried, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I'm afraid that you will hate your father even more after you know... I'm stuck in the middle and in a dilemma... I didn't mean it... Otherwise, I wouldn't tell you that my father and mother had quarreled... There were several times when I wanted to tell you, but you either were with Gu Yu or went to the palace. I didn't have the chance to tell you... I had to ask you to find out as soon as possible... I didn't expect that my brother really found out... I don't know how to tell you..."

Song Mo seemed to have not heard it, and let him cry without raising his head. He finished the last stroke carefully. After looking for it for a while, he put down the pen. He took the handkerchief handed over by Wuyi and wiped his hands. He looked up and smiled at Song Han, "You are here! Sit down and talk."

It seems that the torture just now was a dream.

Song Han couldn't help but tremble.

He had seen Song Mo like this, and politely greeted those who he didn't care about, but he didn't expect that one day he would become one of those who he didn't care about.

Or, he had thought of it.

He thought of Jiang Yan when he was just taken back.

But when he saw that Song Mo did not pursue this matter, he deceived himself and did not continue to think about this.

Song Han stayed in front of the book case.

Lu Ming respectfully helped him sit on the chair of the Grand Master not far from Song Mo. His face was not as cold and violent as he was when he was tortured by him just now, like a humble servant.

hypocritical!

True and false!

All are hypocritical things!

Song Han looked at his face, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, and he was about to rush out.

But he dared not!

The pain of suffocation remained clearly in his feelings.

The person in front of him is polite, gentle and humble on the surface, but he is cruel and ruthless in his bones and cruel in his methods. He is no longer the brother who loves him very much.

He sat there with soft legs.

Wuyi gave him a cup of hot tea.

He murmured "Thank you", but it was exchanged for Song Mo's cold and disdainful smile on the corner of his lips.

Thinking about the past, the second master of the Duke of England was such a noble person. Don’t say thanking someone, as long as he smiles satisfactorily to the people who serve him, the servants will be flattered and think it is supreme glory. Song Han has understood this since he was a child. He is proud like a peacock and will not thank others easily.

But now, without the identity of the second master of the British Duke's Mansion, he is just a humble ordinary person.

Song Mo felt even more disgusted when he saw him.

Why did I get confused by the oil and misread my father?

Song Mo sneered, "I didn't expect that our second-class Song also bowed his head. If I had known today, why should I be back in the past? Even if you were Li Tiao's son, you were just a child in the cradle at that time. What does the mistakes made by the adults have to do with you? Don't say that you are also bleeding from the Song family, even if you were my father and brought it back from the outside to disgust your mother, since you have been my younger brother for more than ten years, I will still treat you as a brother. Who knows that you don't cherish such fate and have to wait until you are knocked down into the dust to know how free and decent the days in the past were."

His voice was like the spring water in a mountain stream, crisp but also a little cold.

Song Han lowered his head, his face turned red and white.

If I had told the truth, would Song Mo still treat him as a brother?

He didn't believe it, but his defense, as strong as a city wall, couldn't help but feel a little loose.

But Song Mo never wanted to talk about this again.

This will only make him see again how stupid he is!

He threw all the past behind his mind and asked Song Han again: "What did my father say when he quarreled with his mother?"

Song Han raised his head, looked at Song Mo seriously, and said sincerely: "I really don't know. I know you don't believe it, but I really don't know. I can't make up some things to fool you, right?

"My mother was in poor health and was always depressed in those days. You were in Liaodong again. I was very anxious. In addition to serving my mother with medicine every day, I read the Lotus Sutra in front of the Bodhisattva to pray for my mother.

"My mother is very happy and even praised me for being filial and sensible in front of my father.

"I was very proud and wanted to show it in front of my father, and I had to decoct medicine for my mother myself. My mother disagreed, for fear that I would be scalded. But my father said that I had grown up and knew that it was a good thing to feel sorry for others. I asked Zhujun to accompany me to decoct medicine.

"But one day, the little treasure raised by my mother meowed around me, causing me to overturn the medicine bowl.

"Zhu Jun and the others smiled and comforted me and said it was okay, and they hurriedly took the medicine and decocted it on the stove.

"I was so angry that I poured the remaining medicine for Xiaobao to drink.

"Xiaobao can never get up after drinking it.

“I was scared to death.

"Xingfang said I was the one who gave Xiaobao medicine randomly.

"I was afraid that my mother would blame me. Thinking that my mother had been ill in bed these days and had no time to coax Xiaobao and Dabao and the others, she asked Xingfang to help me hide the little treasure. I was going to find my fifth uncle and asked him to find a way to get me a cat that was exactly the same as Xiaobao.

"Xingfang agreed.

"I was very nervous, afraid that my mother would find out that Xiaobao was missing.

"Just go find Xingfang.

"But I saw Xingfang quietly burying the medicine residue that her mother had drunk.

"I was surprised at that time. Even if I buried the medicine residue, it should be buried by Li and Zhujun of the Qing Dynasty. Why is Xingfang burying it?

"Every day, I secretly grabbed a handful of medicine that my mother had drunk and sprinkled it into the flowerpot of the ink chrysanthemum in my mother's house.

"It's not long before that ink chrysanthemum died.

“I ran to tell my father.

"But my father accompanied my mother to enjoy the chrysanthemums under the corridor.

"I was afraid that my mother would be sad, so I didn't dare to tell her mother, and wanted to tell her father quietly after a while.

"But my mother kept holding my hand and asking me if I was cold. I was afraid that I could not help but let it go, so I went to help Mama Xie make osmanthus cake.

"You know what happened later.

"When I came back, my father and mother were stern and ignored each other. My mother asked Li Bai to take me down and change a dress. When I turned back, my mother and father were quarreling. I was carried under the grape trellis by Mama Xie. Gen didn't have time to hear why my mother and father were arguing. Later, I was dragged back to the house by Li Bai. When Qing Li came to call me, my mother was no longer able to do it. She was lying beside the bed and vomiting blood. My father went forward. But my mother pushed it away..."

Song Mo's face was calm. His white fingertips, holding the teacup, revealed his emotions.

He glanced at Song Han indifferently and said softly: "Song Han, you are still lying! Do you think I am stupid? Do you think I dare not do anything to you, so I am so unscrupulous?"

The gentle but without any emotion made Song Han's hair stand up.

"I just knew. You won't believe me." He looked at Song Mo in frustration, his dry voice made him look very nervous.

Song Mo smiled at him, stood up, and his hands grabbed his neck like lightning.

"You may not know yet," he said slowly, his hands tightening little by little, "I don't mind doing it myself."

Song Han's face immediately began to turn red.

He clung to Song Mo's hand tightly.

But why is he Song Mo's opponent?

Song Han tasted the pain of suffocation again.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at Song Mo.

Song Mo smiled sarcastically.

There was a noise outside the door.

Song Han shouted.

Song Mo slowly held the tiger's mouth.

Song Yichun's roar came from outside the door: "It's a rebellion! This is the Duke of England's Mansion, and Yizhitang is also a part of the Duke of England's Mansion. You are the guards of Yizhitang and the guards of my Duke of England. You dare to stop me. Don't blame me for being polite then!"

Song Han was excited.

It is impossible for the upper court to have no father. Song Mo tried him in the upper court, and he was just a trap!

As long as he lives and waits until his father appears, Song Mo will have no choice but to do anything to him.

A hint of pride flashed in Song Han's eyes.

Song Mo smiled silently.

He looked at Song Han's eyes and told Lu Ming in a gentle voice: "Let the Duke come in. I want him to see with his own eyes how I strangled his son to death!"

Lu Ming responded "Yes" with a expressionless face and left the inner room.

Song Han was shocked.

Song Mo's hands tightened even tighter.
To be continued...