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Song Sanshun, who heard the commotion, came out and saw the two children fighting, so he quickly separated them.

In the end, Song Chengye and his sister went home crying.

Wu checked that Chang'an was not injured and led her back to the house.

But not long after, Song Baqi came to the door: "Song Sanshun! Come out!"

Sanshun, who was peeling soapberries, immediately stood up and said, "Dad, what's the matter?"

"What's going on?" Song Baqi stood at the door of the house and yelled: "You messed up right after we separated, tell me! Why did Duanduan hit Chengye and Xiyue?"

Sanshun lowered his head and said, "No one beat them."

"No one beat her? Don't think I don't know!" Song Baqi was so angry that he pointed at Chang'an who was shrinking in Wu's arms and cursed: "She was so vicious at such a young age, she should have been thrown into the river and drowned! "

"Dad!" Sanshun raised his eyes and looked directly at his biological father: "If you want to scold me, then scold your son. Don't involve Chang'an!"

"You rebelled!" Song Baqi raised his hand and slapped his son in the mouth, "I raised you, an unfilial son, in vain!"

Wu couldn't stand it any longer, so she ran over and pulled her husband behind her, saying angrily: "Song Chengye hit me with a stick first, and then Chang An pushed him. If you want to blame, blame me. Don't hit Sanshun."

"Of course it's your fault! Without you, a woman who stirs up discord in the family, how could Sanshun be disobedient and unfilial and propose to separate the family from his father?"

Song Baqi pointed the finger at the Wu family: "You are a vicious woman. Not only did you teach Chang'an bad things, but you also instigated your son to be at odds with our family. How can you have the nerve to stay in the Song family?"

Tears welled up in Mrs. Wu's eyes and she said loudly: "How did I instigate your son? How did I teach Chang An a bad way? Your grandson beat his aunt with a bamboo pole at a young age. Why didn't you say that he didn't teach him well? Song Jizu took advantage of Sanshun's absence. He just bullied me, why didn't you say he didn't teach me well?"

Song Baqi became angry and was about to raise his hand to hit him, but his wrist was held by Sanshun.

Song Sanshun said coldly: "Father, go back quickly and hire a doctor to see your grandson. If he is injured anywhere, I will pay for the medicine."

"Evil!" Song Baqi was furious. He broke free from his son's grip and wanted to slap him again, but he didn't want to hear Song Laoliu's voice behind him.

"Uncle Baqi, we all saw just now that Song Chengye beat his third aunt with a stick, and Chang An pushed him. You don't want to do this, right? Aren't San Shun and Chang An your biological descendants?"

Song Baqi's expression changed several times, he waved his hand and turned away.

There were many neighbors standing inside and outside the fenced yard, and they all looked at Song Baqi with disdain.

Someone whispered: "I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Mrs. Zhao gave Uncle Baqi to make him willingly give up his own son and treat his stepson as an ancestor."

"Hey, don't you know? I've heard that Mrs. Zhao used to be a secret agent, and she has a unique skill in serving people."

"Really?" Some people didn't believe it.

"Is there still a lie? Who knows about her husband's family?"

"No wonder. Tsk, isn't Song Jizu the child of one of Mrs. Zhao's benefactors? No wonder he followed him to the Song family."

When a widow remarries, it is impossible for the boy to be taken away by the ex-husband's family, let alone bear the second husband's surname, unless the woman's ex-husband's family is extinct.

But Mrs. Zhao’s ex-husband obviously had two brothers, and when Song Jizu came over, he was already eight years old. With such an old child, he would be a strong laborer after a few years of raising him. How could that family be willing to let go?

"Hey, you can die under peonies and be a ghost. Song Baqi got under the pomegranate skirt and got intoxicated. Not only does his scarf look green, but he is also willing to raise a turtle son."

"No."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Song Baqi left quickly under everyone's teasing eyes and returned to his new house angrily.

Seeing that her husband looked unhappy, Mrs. Zhao didn't dare to ask any more questions. She quickly asked him to sit down on the kang and took off his shoes and pinched his feet herself.

Then he asked his daughter-in-law, Xiao Zhao, to bring egg tea, and then said: "Oh, I told you not to go. Sanshun has just separated, so we should be angry."

Song Baqi was speechless, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.

Mrs. Zhao picked up another piece of cloth and sewed it. She kept looking at her husband. Seeing his expression gradually softening, she said softly: "Then no matter how resentful Mrs. Wu is, she shouldn't let it out on her child. How old is Chengye Xiyue?" , my face was all red."

Song Baqi lowered his face and shouted: "Call Chengye, I have something to ask him!"

Mrs. Zhao was stunned and quickly winked at Mr. Zhao: "Go and call Chengye."

Little Zhao glanced at her father-in-law and had no choice but to call her son and daughter.

Song Baqi asked: "Chengye, did you hit your third aunt with a stick today?"

Song Chengye denied it: "No! They beat me first!"

"Yes! It was Chang'an who recommended the brother first." Song Xiyue agreed.

Song Baqi breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "Grandpa knows, you can go and play."

Song Chengye turned around and ran away, but Song Xiyue stood still.

She pondered for a moment and then said: "Grandpa, Chang'an is a place of kinship. Whoever gets close to her will be unlucky. Even the grandma in Huaishu Village said that she has no kinship in her life, so you must not get close to her."

Song Baqi frowned: "Then the goddess really said that?"

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, go ask." Song Xiyue was not worried about her words being exposed, because her grandma had already taken care of the goddess to prepare for the next step.

Then Song Changan must die, otherwise his plan will easily fail.

But if she died inexplicably, others would definitely report her to the government.

The only way to do this is to give her a kinship title and bring bad luck to those close to her. Once everyone avoids her, no one will want to meddle in this business.

Her grandmother told her this.

Song Baqi frowned even more tightly, "I'll ask when I have time."

After nearly fifty years old, he is particularly afraid of death and is most taboo about these things. If Chang'an is really destined to be evil,

Old man Song didn't dare to think about it.

He also knew that Chang'an was his granddaughter, so he should be closer to his stepfather's children. However, his stepfather had been more filial than the two sons since he was a child. He would not say anything to him and would respect him every time he ate something delicious. .

Unlike those two, they were like reincarnations of starving ghosts. They just stuffed things into their own mouths when they got something in their hands, never asking about their biological father first.

Alas, it's all injustice.

Song Baqi sighed, put his feet into the quilt and covered them.

Thanks to Zhao's service these years, he lived a very comfortable life, so he didn't pay much attention to his two sons.

Since my granddaughter has no relatives, let her stay at Sanshun's house, and I will do my best to be kind and righteous.

Seeing that her grandfather had listened, Song Xiyue smiled slightly and turned around to find her little aunt.

Since she came back from rebirth, she has coaxed this stupid aunt around, and she might as well let her do some things.

For example, give some food with added ingredients to Chang'an and his three uncles and aunts.

The reason why she didn't do it before was because she hadn't figured out how to deal with that little bitch.

Now, she has a hundred ways to kill Chang'an.

For example, give her something mixed with cat's eye grass slurry.