The whole capital is looking forward to my Kefu

Chapter 450 I'm Difficult, Why Make Others Difficult

Listening to Song Xuanrong's words, Shen Qingwu couldn't help but chuckled, and rubbed his fingers against the Buddhist scriptures beside the table: "Diagnosis and treatment?"

He seemed to have heard something funny, his eyes were indifferent when he raised his eyes, and his words were full of sarcasm.

"I broke two legs, how will uncle treat me?"

"Do you want people to see the pitiful appearance of my broken leg, or cut off someone else's leg to replace it for me?"

"Qingwu!"

Song Xuanrong's face was ugly.

Shen Qingwu looked at Song Xuanrong's unbelievable expression, and said mockingly:

"The mountain is quiet, and the Buddhist music and meditation can also calm people's minds, allowing me to heal my wounds better. Uncle, let's go back."

Song Xuanrong knew that Shen Qingwu would not go back with him so easily, he said anxiously:
"Qingwu, I know you resent your aunt, but she is dead now, no amount of resentment can offset your injury, so don't be angry with your body."

Shen Qingwu raised his eyes: "So what if Mrs. Ye is dead?"

"Uncle is here for me. He wants me to go back to Beijing to recuperate, or is it for Song Yuxing in the prison of Dali Temple."

"He is going to be sentenced. You are afraid that the white-haired man will send the black-haired man, so you want me to go back to Beijing to save him?"

After Shen Qingwu said this, he couldn't help but sneered:

"Song Yuxing caused me to break my leg, and his mother wanted my life even more."

"Uncle, isn't he afraid that I will make trouble when I go back?"

Song Xuanrong was ridiculed by Shen Qingwu, his eyes flashed with hidden anger, but after all, he was concerned about business, suppressed his anger and said:

"Qingwu, you guys misunderstood what happened before."

"The fake monk and the subsequent murder were all done by Mrs. Ye. Before leaving, Mrs. Ye even left a blood letter, explaining everything she did."

"Although Xing'er was at fault, he never intentionally harmed you. All of this was done by Mrs. Ye. Xing'er is innocent."

Shen Qingwu heard the words and said in a low voice: "If he is really innocent, then uncle can go directly to Dali Temple to release him. Why come to me?"

Song Xuanrong held back his anger: "He is your cousin."

"so what?"

When Shen Qingwu raised his lips, his expression was extraordinarily indifferent.

Song Xuanrong looked at him like that, and the thought of fooling him disappeared in an instant.

He originally thought of Shen Qingwu's gentle temper, and wanted to impress him with his family affection, so that he would forgive Song Yuxing and bring him back to the capital, but now that he met those eyes that were not even a trace of warmth, he knew that his plan might be to die. Frustrated.

Today's Shen Qingwu is no longer the same Shen Qingwu as before. He broke a pair of legs, and his entire temperament has also changed drastically.

It might not be that easy to make him let go.

Song Xuanrong lost the intention of greeting him, and his face darkened:

"I know you resent your aunt, and you are not reconciled to the suffering you are suffering now, but it has happened."

"Your aunt also paid with her life for this matter, and died in the prison of Dali Temple. Even Xing'er, I had his legs broken as a punishment. It can be regarded as repayment for the crime you have suffered this time."

"I've made it this far, why don't you just watch Xing'er die?"

Song Xuanrong said to Shen Qingwu:
"Xing'er is your cousin, a blood relative, even if you kill him, can you get better?"

Seeing that Song Xuanrong was no longer pretending, Shen Qingwu said sneeringly: "It won't get better, but it always makes me feel at ease."

"I'm having a hard time, why should I make others feel better?"

(End of this chapter)