The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Knowing that he was worried about himself, song Qingqing felt a warm current in his heart.

"Your injury is very serious, so you don't have to accompany me to the Song family!" Song said.

"No! I must go with you Xuanyuansheng struggled to get up.

Song Qingqing quickly stepped forward to hold him down and said, "don't you want your mother to punish me again?"

"Then I'll let Ling Fei see you off. Go back quickly!" Xuanyuansheng told her.

"I know!" Song Qing nodded.

Xuanyuansheng called Ling Fei in, and after careful advice, he asked him to drive the carriage.

Song Qing was sitting in the carriage with complicated thoughts.

"Miss Song San, here we are!" Suddenly, Ling Fei's voice came from outside.

"Good!" Song Qing answered and got out of the carriage.

When she came to the courtyard of Sanfang, she saw the tearful Mother Song.

"Miss? How is she, ma'am? " Song's mother's eyes are red and swollen. It's like she's a teenager.

"I will help my mother out. Don't worry, mom. Where's dad?"

Song Mother's face flashed a complex color, unwilling to say.

"Where is he?" Song Qingqing asked.

"In the ancestral hall." Mother song whispered.

As soon as song Qingqing's face sank, he rushed to the ancestral hall.

Today's ancestral hall of the Song family is different from the past. There are many guards outside.

When they saw song Qingqing, they stood in front of her: "the master has orders. No one can break into the ancestral hall without permission!"

Song Qing gave a cold smile, then kicked several people to the ground and rushed in without looking back.

Through the corridor, she saw song Qingshan kneeling in the hall.

He was dressed in green, back to her, can not see the original expression, but from his bent back can see his spirit.

"Daddy She ran quickly and gave a deep cry.

Song Qingshan trembled all over, suddenly turned back, stumbling to stand up, but because the action was too big, he bumped into the book case in front of him and let all the ink fall to the ground.

As soon as song Qingqing saw it, he ran over and threw the ink all the way.

"Do you really want to write a divorce?" She snapped at him.

"I didn't, I didn't!" Song Qingshan shook his head with a haggard face.

Song Qingqing has a look of joy on her face. She knows that Dad will not do such a thing.

Song Qingshan asked her: "how is your mother now? Have you seen her in the palace

"My mother, she was put in the dungeon by the queen!" Song tilted his eyes and said.

Song Qingshan clenched his fist, and his forehead burst out.

"The prison is hard. How can your mother bear it? I really want to bear it for her!" Song Qingshan sighed.

"Dad! As long as you don't write a letter of divorce, I'll pay her back even if I'm in pieces! " Song Qing said eagerly.

"Silly girl, my father can't write it. In order to force me to write a letter of divorce, your grandfather locked me in the ancestral hall dedicated to my ancestors. I have a clear conscience and believe that your mother won't insult the Song family, so I don't feel guilty!" Song Qingshan said.

"Dad, if you bear it any longer, I'll find a way to save my mother!" Song Qing said.

"Do you have any idea?" Song Qingshan looks at her anxiously.

"Su hanyue, he entrapped his mother. Such a man can't tear down his bones and skin him too much!" She said in a cold voice.

Hearing the name, song Qingshan's pupils contracted violently.

"But where to find him now?"