Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Song House.

Song Kaiji, the chief minister of the cabinet, waved away his spies, his eyebrows twisted into a short rope.

"The storm is coming, how will the Song family survive..." He murmured with his hands behind his back.

Just at this moment, muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and twisted black shadows fell on the window paper. Song Kaiji's heart skipped a beat!

With sharp eyes, he quickly noticed that the man's right arm was empty, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Hui'er, you're not asleep yet."

The visitor is his legitimate son, Song Jinghui.

Song Jinghui was a well-known libertine. If we wanted to compare whose sons were the least up to date, Song Jinghui would be ranked second, and no one would dare to rank first.

The first assistant, Song Kaiji, was in great power, and his image of being evil and greedy for money had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. His reputation was only a little better than that of Jiu Qian Sui, because he spent a lot of money to find someone to blow it out.

Maybe he has done too many bad things, which should be reflected in the feng shui of his family, which means that his children will be in trouble.

Song Kaiji didn't have a son until he was in his thirties. He was more pampered than other people's daughters. When he was seven or eight years old, he still relied on his wet nurse to nurse him.

Song Jinghui was a poor person, but he was quite talented in learning. Because he was the only one of his own blood, Song Kaiji personally taught him, so he was ordered to end up in the imperial examination and be named on the gold list.

But he failed to live up to expectations. Just two days before the exam, he competed with students from other places for the oiran, got into a fight, fell down the stairs, and broke his arm. It was so serious that he had to break his arm to save his life!

Song Kaiji recalled the past, stared at Aizi's empty sleeves and sighed heavily.

Song Jinghui disagreed.

When he first had his leg amputated, his whole family was wailing, and he himself suffered. But as he gradually recovered from his injuries, he realized one thing: his ideal day of freedom had finally arrived!

The beautiful wives and concubines were carried into the yard one after another. His father originally only watched him while studying. After he was decommissioned, everyone's expectations for him naturally changed to "leaving a queen for the Song family."

Hey, isn't this just putting the mouse in the granary, which is exactly what he wants!

"Brother Ming didn't come to say hello today, but what's wrong with him?" Song Kaiji asked with a solemn face.

Brother Ming is the precious golden grandson of the Song family.

Song Jinghui worked hard for several years and was blessed with such a son.

He was also used to his father's love for his son, so he curled his lips and said, "What can be wrong with him? I heard that I just got some of Mr. Yunliu's notes from the study. Maybe he stayed up late at night to read them and forgot about the time!"

Song Kaiji frowned: "You should act like a father. Brother Ming doesn't know the time, so you don't know how to remind him? He should end this year. He is the hope of our Song family, you..."

Song Jinghui felt dizzy when he heard this. He even forgot about the reason why he came to see his father, and he only wanted to run away.

Amidst the muffled thunder came the panicked shouts of the servants.

The father and son saw a young man burst in at the door. He covered half of his head with his wide sleeves and cried so miserably!

"Grandpa! Dad! Save the child!"

This young man is the hope of the Song family they talked about, Brother Ming.

He was raised to be fat and have a head full of shiny black hair.

But the father and son and the servants could see it clearly.

Ming Geer's hair was cut in half!

What was covered under his sleeves was half a shiny bald head!

The weather-beaten Song Kaiji couldn't help but take two steps back: "You, who did this hair... of yours!"

Brother Ming's wet nurse cried: "Master, it's the judge. The judge in black has come to our house!"

The room fell into silence.

Song Jinghui subconsciously hid further away from the candlelight.

The servants were as frightened as stray dogs that had been frozen.

The judge in black is in the spotlight. I don't know if he is a human or a ghost. The Song family has done all kinds of bad things and no one's hands are clean. How can we not be afraid of him?

Song Kaiji gritted his teeth: "Follow me to check in Brother Ming's room!"

Song Jinghui obviously lied. Brother Ming did not stay up late reading today, but had his head shaved in his sleep - the broken hair was on the pillow, and there was half a volume of vivid pictures of beauties pressed under the pillow.

Song Kaiji's face turned pale: "What is this?"

His nose twitched, and he instinctively felt that there was something suspicious here, so he lifted the quilt!

The handkerchief stained by the strong fragrance fell out, and with a clang, a woman's earring rolled out.

The corner of the handkerchief is also embroidered with the beautiful word "Dai", which only reminds people of private exchanges.

Brother Ming: "...Grandpa, listen to my explanation!"

The wet nurse was Song Kaiji's confidant, and she sold Brother Ming off in just a few strokes.

This young man not only has the intellectual talent of the Song family, but also inherited his father's romantic style. He secretly went to drink flower wine several times.

The veil and earrings were given to him by prostitutes.

Song Kaiji still didn't understand.

What does this have to do with the judge in black?

Why did Brother Ming lose that half of his hair?

After being tortured to extract a confession, Brother Ming's servant said that Brother Ming went to a brothel again a few days ago and was bumped into by some poor students at the entrance of the alley, so he gave them a little lesson.

"What did you do?"

The boy's eyes were wandering: "Just, I just beat them and cut off a section of their hair..."

The careless Song Jinghui was stunned.

This operation is not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

If those students were more angry, they might hang themselves in front of Song's house in the middle of the night!

The judge in black came to cut off his hair to take revenge on them!

This time my hair is broken, next time my hair will be cut off!

Song Kaiji closed his eyes.

He had already made a guess about the identity of the judge in black.

Today, the spy reported that there have been several incidents of the judge appearing in several directions at the same time.

It can be seen that the "Judge in Black" is not a person, but a gang.

Behind all their actions, there must be someone with a thoughtful mind and a precise intelligence network commanding them from a distance... The nine-thousand-year-old face with neither sadness nor joy appeared in Song Kaiji's mind.

Its purpose...

Could it be to eliminate Chao Gang?

Song Kaiji subconsciously didn't believe it, he thought it was ridiculous.

His golden grandson has not taken part in the imperial examination and has not even touched the officialdom. The judge in black should not target Brother Ming, let alone stand up for a few poor students.

Unless, that Chang Qi wanted to use Brother Ming to intimidate Song!

To be an official or to survive?

Want to continue the glory of the Song family, or continue the bloodline of our ancestors?

Song Kaiji tightened his handkerchief and closed his eyes.

His thin old face was frighteningly gloomy.

Song Jinghui and Brother Ming didn't dare to show their anger.

Especially Ming Geer who got into trouble. He looked carefully and for a long time, he saw his grandfather's shoulders drooped, as if his whole body had been drained of energy.

Song Kaiji signaled the servants to retreat, and suddenly said: "Hui'er, take Brother Ming back to worship your ancestors and avoid the limelight for a while."

Song Jinghui is usually calm, but when things happen, his rebellious spirit suddenly emerges, and he says unconvinced: "Why should we avoid the limelight, and whose limelight should we avoid?"

Brother Ming said without confidence: "Grandpa, I haven't taken the exam yet..."

"What kind of ancestors are we worshiping? We were born and raised in Kyoto. Dad, if you don't explain clearly, I won't leave, and neither will Brother Ming!" Song Jinghui frowned.

Song Kaiji hated that iron could not become steel, so he picked up the prostitute's earrings from the ground.

There is actually a strong silk thread connected to the earring hoop. It is green in color and looks very strong.

"Open your eyes and take a closer look. This is a thread specially used to sew armor plates. I personally selected the last batch and used it on the uniforms of the City Gate Army!"

"His Majesty is seriously ill, and the situation is already unfavorable to our Song family. Now he even has the city gate army in his hands!"

"If you don't leave now, when do you want to leave? If you keep delaying it, will you still be able to leave?!"

Brother Ming was dumbfounded: "He? Who is he? There are nine admirals in charge of the City Gate Army. Doesn't he have a good relationship with his grandfather?"

Song Kaiji couldn't make sense to him. This kid had no experience and was not very smart.

Song Jinghui, who was a little more sensible, obviously knew who his father was afraid of, and his legs went weak.

"Did he get all the military power? It's over, our family is over..."

Song Kaiji gave him a slap in the face: "You're crying! At worst, half of our family property will be taken away by wolves, leaving us with no worries about having green hills and no firewood. Just protect Brother Ming for me..."

Before he finished speaking, the bells came from the Forbidden City in the southwest, ringing again and again, ringing above everyone's head.

Song Kaiji couldn't speak any more.

He already knew the answer, but he still stubbornly counted the number of times the death knell rang. His face was too gray to be alive, and his eyes were empty, as if his soul had followed the man in the palace on the road.

"The Emperor... passed away..."