My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 145
Song Qing knew that Liu Zhian would not joke about this kind of thing. Before, he wondered whether Wei Yong would destroy a big official in the frontier for the sake of a nephew. Now he finally understands, and there are other unknowns secret luck.

Cutting off a person’s fortune is like killing one’s parents. Cutting off one’s family is not the same. For a moment, Song Qing felt like he didn’t know who was right and who was wrong. It was right for the third uncle to be an upright official. Was it wrong for Wei Yong to avenge his son?
It can only be said that everyone faces different positions, but Song Qing's philosophy tells him that the third uncle is always right, as an official.

At the same time, he was shocked by Liu Zhi'an's connections, knowing that his father was the Minister of the Household Department, and none of the six officials could investigate these secrets, but the Liu Family Liu Ye could.

When Song Yu talked to him about his second uncle Liu Ye, he was a little dismissive. Even though the idlers formed by private merchants have some ability, they are nothing compared to the imperial court. Today he fully understands Why did his father so cautiously tell him about the horror of the willow leaves that the second uncle is in charge of.

Although most of the tyrants and gentry among the common people had formed their own slain warriors, there were still a few who could develop to this extent. Jiangnanliu really deserved to be the existence of the two major families of the Great Dragon Dynasty.

Song Qing suddenly wanted to know what happened to the Liu family in Northwest Yunbi.

"Uncle, my nephew would take the liberty to ask, who is stronger and weaker in Jiangnan Liubeiyun?"

Liu Zhi'an lived up to the image of the chubby member just now, and suddenly raised his aura. Liu Mingzhi was startled. Is this old man standing in front of him smiling and squinting still the old man he knew?

"Jiangnan Liubeiyun, if it is about wealth, the Northwest Yun family is different from the Liu family, it is not 01:30, if it is about power, my Liu family is different from the Northwest Yun family, it is not 01:30 points, it can only be said that the ruler is short and the inch is strong. My Liu family is afraid of the power of the Yun family, and his Yun family is also afraid of the wealth of my Liu family. It's not that my uncle is arrogant. If my uncle releases a word, the daily necessities of millions of people in Jiangnan will be affected. If the Liu family closes all businesses, Jiangnan will be destroyed. Half of the population starved to death."

Song Qing looked at the proud Liu Zhi'an in shock: "Uncle, aren't you afraid of arousing the fear of the court? The status of a merchant is low, and mastering such a large wealth will definitely arouse the fear of criminals."

"Boy, once there is enough wealth to operate, the court will also be afraid. They have to care about face, but uncle doesn't care about it. Li Yugang is the prince on the bright side of the south of the Yangtze River, and his uncle is the secret king of the rich gentry and merchants in the south of the Yangtze River. The wealth of the Liu family can already influence The peace in the south of the Yangtze River is over."

Song Qing hesitated to speak, he still felt that Liu Zhi'an was too conceited, the imperial court was the one that controlled the world, if the emperor's heart became ruthless and he would rather Jiangnan be ruined for a while, he would also get rid of the Liu family, what would the Liu family resist.

Of course Liu Zhi'an knew Song Qing's thoughts: "Qing'er, there are many places that you can't see, besides Jiangnan Liubeiyun, you also know that there are two big families of Donghai, Baibei, Mozhang, and the four big families. The family is united, your aunt is the daughter of the Donghai Bai family, and the wife of the head of Yun is your aunt Liu Ying. There are still many things that I cannot tell you, as long as the four major families do not rebel, you will be fine."

Song Qing also knew that he had asked too many questions and got off topic. The most important thing now was Ling Yang's whereabouts.

"Uncle, will Ling Yang go to find Wei'er?" Song Qing was stunned as soon as he finished speaking, subconsciously glanced at Liu Mingzhi, and felt relieved when he saw that his expression was normal.

Liu Zhi'an also glanced at Liu Mingzhi worriedly and sighed secretly: "Zhi'er, go and see if your mother has prepared the food and drinks, why is she so slow and didn't come to say hello."

Liu Mingzhi nodded calmly and walked out of the living room, Ling Yang, Ling Weier Liu Mingzhi never wanted to take the initiative to think about those memories about his predecessor, but the sky does not follow people's wishes, and the memories about Ling Weier and Ling Yang still emerge involuntarily some.

The girl who was a childhood sweetheart, the girl who hadn't married for 18 years, the girl who hadn't seen each other for four years, the girl who denied her identity in Penglailou.

Su Weier, Ling Weier, Ling Yang.

The little girl who hid behind her with a timid face, the little girl that Brother Zhi Zhi had always called her, the little girl who was married to her.

The boy who went down the river to touch fish and shrimp together, the boy who caused trouble for his sister because of his sister, the boy who got his nose and face swollen because he was beaten by others, the boy who died because he was almost bitten by a poisonous snake.

The boy who also disappeared with Ling Weier.

Liu Mingzhi frowned and closed his eyes suddenly: "Second brother, Wei'er, are you all right?"

"Misty rain does not speak of sorrow, beautiful shadows stand on the bridge, two or three mundane things, all flow with the water. One drop is sorrow, two drops are also sorrow, disturbing the world, heroes become skeletons, only love and will in the world, beautiful women are easy to lose their heads .”

That rainy day, that stone bridge, that beautiful shadow, that melancholy, that slight reluctance.

The vastness of the south of the Yangtze River is three hundred miles away, and there are so many common things.

The pink willows are green, the smiles are graceful, a farewell to the hometown;
The spring breeze is green again in the south of the Yangtze River, the past is like smoke, the childish child Huang Tongkou, the warbler crows willows in February, and the lotus is tied.

Cattle are plowing in the wild, children are releasing paper kites, and the sound of reading aloud is the youth here.

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