Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 56 The Disappearing Scalp

The horse's hooves stepped on the road, clatter, clatter...

Songzhou City was quite prosperous, with many pedestrians and carriages. Song Zhen followed slowly behind and was not discovered.

His face was indifferent and his fingers kept stroking the jade pendant, not knowing what he was thinking about.

He doesn't like Yang Siyao.

There was no other reason, it was simply that Yang Siyao was average-looking, and he liked beautiful women. Yang Siyao probably didn't expect that her charm would lose its original effectiveness because of Song Zhen's absolute obsession with looks.

But Yang Siyao was very smart, something he couldn't match. So when Yang Siyao told him that Song Yun was behind his current fate, Song Zhen was very surprised. Although the reason seemed more like Yang Siyao's subjective speculation to him, he still chose to believe it. Of course, he was no longer as reckless as before. He wouldn't act in broad daylight in front of everyone. As long as he could find out where Song Yun lived, he would have every opportunity to strike.

There are fewer and fewer people!

Not far ahead was an intersection. Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves and the creaking of rapidly spinning carriage wheels echoed from behind him. Instinctively, Song Zhen turned his head and looked behind him. He saw a carriage had appeared behind him. The horse, seemingly startled, was running wildly on the road, completely out of control, charging straight towards him. Song Zhen's face paled, but he had no time to react. The carriage was so fast it was behind him in an instant. Then he saw the burly groom, wearing a conical hat, pull the reins, and the horse's head swerved to the side, narrowly missing Song Zhen's carriage. But inertia had already lifted the rear wheels from the ground, sending the carriage careening into the air.

Like two torrents, the two carriages collided with each other with a bang.

The moment they touched, the carriages tore apart, shattered, and disintegrated, axles flying and wood chips shattering. Even the horses pulling the carriages couldn't bear the impact, their hooves flying. Song Zhen felt his body tremble violently, and was thrown forward, as if slamming heavily against the wall and falling to the ground. He could hear a crackling sound, and he didn't know what kind of mess was pressing down on him.

Maybe it was a wooden plank smashed by a carriage, or a piece of earth from a collapsed wall...

Everything in front of his eyes was dark, and his consciousness became a little hazy. He vaguely seemed to be pulling his hair, trying to save him from the rubble.

It was a long time before the pain swept through his brain, and his whole body was twitching violently.

Ah~~~~
Hearing the noise, the coachman rushed over and hurriedly pushed away the wooden fragments that were pressing on Song Zhen. The coachman was quite strong and jumped out at the moment the carriage overturned, so he was not crushed by the carriage.

Looking at Song Zhen again, the groom couldn't help but take a breath. Miserable, miserable, miserable, how can one word "miserable" describe it?
Fortunately, the leg was fixed with a splint, so the impact was not serious. However, the arm was accidentally pressed under the body, and the wound seemed unable to withstand the pulling and cracked again, and bloodstains appeared on the white cloth.

The tall body was like a pathetic maggot, bending and wriggling.

His face was twisted into a knot, sweat dripping from his forehead. He bit his mouth so hard his screams turned into muffled groans, his teeth nearly breaking. Only his eyes stared intently, their pupils filled with crimson, twisted bloodshot. He seemed completely unconcerned about the consequences of his body's transformation. His only normal left hand fumbled through the rubble until he found a jade pendant.

"Fifth Master, this is the Fang family's carriage. Do you want to go and ask for an explanation?" The coachman lifted up Song Zhen's upper body. Although the contact was only for a moment, he could still see the Fang family's flag hanging on the carriage.

Song Zhen gasped while enduring the pain, spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, and shook his head.

The Fang family is powerful.

Now is not the time to conflict with the Fang family. He has more important things to do.

Perhaps he should have listened to his mother and Yang Siyao's advice and let his subordinates do some things. There was no need to do it himself... However, that touch of unwillingness always lingered in his heart.

There was a sharp pain on the side of my head, and I reached out to touch it, and it was bleeding.

However, a small piece of hair and scalp were missing, perhaps it had just been rubbed off on the ground. Compared with the injuries on the arms and calves, this small wound was not worth worrying about.

On the other side, Song Yun heard the noise and simply glanced back before losing interest. Perhaps it was just another young man riding a horse in the street. Such things happened all the time. What was more important to him at the moment was how to kill Song Yan and point the finger at Song Zhen. Everything was plotting and calculating.

At this moment, Song Yan, who was at the center of the plan, finally stopped writing with the brush in his hand.

"…A lonely figure amidst falling petals, a pair of swallows flying in the gentle rain. I remember the first time I saw Xiao Ping, wearing a double heart-shaped silk dress. The pipa strings spoke of longing, the bright moon at that time, shining on the returning colorful clouds."

When she recited the last sentence, Mingyue's voice gradually became softer, and she was actually stunned for a moment.

Cui Shian, a man of some skill, shook his head and sighed, as if he felt it was a waste to give such a poem to his third sister, but he still obediently took out ten gold leaves. If the atmosphere hadn't been so unsuitable, he would have bitten them to see if they were real gold.

"It brings me great sadness, yet the rhyme is also deeply moving." Old Zhao exhaled slowly and sighed, "This Linjiangxian is the swan song of graceful elegance. From now on, I'm afraid it will be difficult to write in the Linjiangxian style."

Ci poetry became popular relatively early in this world, and the Linjiangxian tune boasts numerous masterpieces. However, even if all those were added together, they still couldn't compare to this one. Both Mr. Zhao and Mr. Lu were highly accomplished poets, and for them to have declared a tune difficult to write lyrics for was a truly remarkable achievement.

Song Yan smiled without saying a word. With the amount of knowledge stored in his mind, if he took out all of it, let alone Linjiangxian, even the Shui Tiao Ge Tou, Dielianhua, Yi Jian Mei, and Xijiangyue, I'm afraid there wouldn't be a single tune that would be easy to write.

"Mr. Zhao, you are too kind. You are just standing on the shoulders of our predecessors." Song Yan said.

"Haha, my friend, young people should have the pride of young people. Why should you hide your talent?" Lu Changqing shook his head, as if he did not approve of Song Yan's attitude.

Song Yan spread his hands to express his helplessness. What he said was all true, but unfortunately, no one believed the truth.

"In any case, just don't let it get out."

Cui Shian chuckled, "Brother Song, you're quite calculating. Song Yun won't admit or deny it, so everyone will think he wrote it. Once he admits it, you'll use this poem to ruin his reputation. It's just like me pretending to be poor and then throwing gold leaves in his face when he's at his most arrogant. I understand, I understand."

Song Yan was stunned. He had never thought that Cui Shian had such a hobby. Just look at his flamboyant attire, which rivals that of a peacock. It's probably not easy for him to pretend to be poor.

He shook his head and said, "Brother Cui, why do you think so badly of me? I just don't want my brother to lose his reputation."

"Then you two are brothers."

"That's right, the relationship between us brothers is indeed very good."

They are so close that they both want to kill one and put the blame on the other. From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration to say that they have a mutual understanding.

Zhao Anze and Lu Changqing were both smiling as they watched the two bicker. Suddenly, Zhao Anze said to Mingyue, "Miss Mingyue, could you help us make a pot of good tea?"

There was a teapot in the room behind them, the tea boiling hot. Mingyue Bingxue, being very clever, naturally understood that the three of them had something important to say, which was not suitable for others to hear. She smiled softly, raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and looked at Song Yan with a gaze that could almost drip with tears. She bowed gracefully and turned away reluctantly.

Somehow, I always feel that there seems to be an inexplicable aura from this Young Master Song that is attracting me.

After practicing Hehuan for more than ten years, this was the first time she had such a feeling with a man!
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