Kong Ruyan thanked Song Heng again, and then was carried back to the wing by two mothers.

Because he knew Kong Ruyan’s thoughts about Song Heng, Lin Qingxue kept staring at her. Lin Qingxue naturally knew about what she had met Song Heng by chance in the garden. Lin Qingxue was so angry that she slapped the table in the room and scolded her as a shameless fox charming boy.

That morning, Chen Wan thought that the old kimchi in the jar had been almost marinated, so she asked Qiuju to go out and buy ducks and make sour robu old duck soup at noon.

Qiuju went out for half an hour and bought the duck back. She didn't know how to kill the duck, so she asked the vendor to kill the duck when she bought it.

After returning, Qiuju went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Chen Wan had nothing to do, so she helped to burn the fire in the stove and asked Qiuju to make old duck soup. Chu Ling took a three-character scripture and sat obediently under the grape vine rack and read quietly.

These three-character classics were bought for him when Chen Wan heard that he knew how to read and asked Qiuju to go out to buy vegetables.

Although he memorized these three characters when he was four years old, he would still read them seriously every day because it was bought by his mother for him.

A pair of fat hands pushed open the yard gate that was hidden a little, and then a big round head reached in.

Song Ziling stared at her small eyes, looked around, and then saw Chu Ling sitting under the grape vine rack of [520     www.biquge520.me] reading.

Tsk! This wild child really knows how to pretend to be diligent. Is he literate? He pretends to take a book here and read it.

He looked again, and saw that his mother and Qiu Ju were not in the yard, so he shouted to Chu Ling in a low voice: "Hey..."

Chu Ling looked down at the book, but did not hear Song Ziling's voice.

"Hey, wild child..." Song Ziling raised his voice and shouted again.

This time Chu Ling heard it, he looked around, and then saw Song Ziling, who had a head stretched into the courtyard gate.

Is the 'wild boy' calling him?

Seeing that he saw him, Song Ziling reached out and waved to him, signaling him to come out.

Chu Ling stood up with the book, looked at Song Ziling, then looked at the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, and finally put the book on the stone table and trotted all the way to the door.

"Is there anything wrong with Brother Ziling?" Chu Ling stood obediently at the door and asked.

Song Ziling pushed the door open a little, grabbed Chu Ling's collar with his fat hand, and dragged him out.

"Brother Ziling, what are you doing?" Chu Ling was frightened, and was unstable, and was dragged down the steps by Song Ziling.

"Shut up." Song Ziling dragged him directly to the corner.

Xiao Wu, who had been waiting somewhere, hugged Chu Ling from behind.

"Brother Ziling, what are you going to do?" Chu Ling looked at Song Ziling with some fear, wondering what he was going to drag him out?

Since entering the mansion, he has been very low-key and has never offended Brother Ling!

"Hmph..." Song Ziling snorted coldly, took out a handkerchief from his arms and stuffed it into Chu Ling's mouth.

"Wuwuwu..." Chu Ling, whose mouth was stuffed, couldn't speak, and could only make a whimpering sound.

"Young Master can do it." Xiao Wu said to Song Ziling with a smile.

Song Ziling pulled the wrench finger and then punched Chu Ling in the stomach.

"I asked you to pretend to be good in front of my father."

"Woo..." It hurts so much that Chu Ling burst into tears. He didn't pretend to be well-behaved! He is really well-behaved. Brother Ziling drags him out, is he going to hit him?

"I'll let you pretend to be sensible." Song Ziling punched Chu Ling in the chest again.

"Woooo..." I didn't, I didn't.

Chu Ling's facial features were wrinkled together in pain. He could not bear it at all at a young age. Song Ziling, who had eaten so much strength, ate the heavy punch.

"I made you unable to recognize your identity, I asked you to compete with me for your father." Song Ziling punched Chu Ling one after another.

After another seven or eight punches, Xiao Wu felt Chu Ling's body trembling, and then rushed to Song Ziling, who was hitting vigorously, and said, "Young Master is almost done."

Song Ziling stopped and Xiao Wu also let go of Chu Ling.

Chu Ling, who was so painful that he couldn't stand, curled up on the grass with his stomach in his arms. His face was pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Song Ziling rolled up her sleeves and looked at Chu Ling with condescending attention and said, "In the future, you'd better know your identity. If you pretend to be well-behaved and sensible in front of my parents, I'll beat you up. Also, if you dare to complain, I will beat you to death. I'm my parents' own son. Even if you beat you to death, they won't do anything to me."

After saying that, Song Ziling kicked him again and took Xiao Wu away.

It hurt so much. Chu Ling felt that he was about to suffer. He never expected that his mother's son would hate him so much.

He curled up on the ground and took a long time to recover. He slowly got up from the ground, patted the grass clippings on his body, bowed his body, and walked back to the yard step by step.

When he returned to the yard, he saw that his mother and sister Qiuju were still cooking in the kitchen, so he walked to the well and washed his face with water from the wooden bucket, washing away the tears on his face. He did this not because he was afraid that Brother Ziling would beat him to death, but because he didn't want his mother to find out and be worried and sad.
Chapter completed!