Song Yun stood calmly in the center of the lobby. Song Yun was actually not afraid of what was going to happen next. Flogging? That's what a thing? His whole body was hardened if he said it was hardened. Not to mention whipping, even cutting with a knife might not make him hurt. This punishment is really a bit unpainful. However, although Song Yun is not afraid of whipping, he still made Song Yun very upset when he wanted to whip it in front of so many people. Song Yun also remembered what his mother told him when he had not entered Beijing that day. Sometimes, he had to suffer a little grievance. It seemed that this grievance came so quickly.

In fact, Song Yun was quite depressed. If the entire Song family could unite without Song Meiqin, then the so-called Zhao xx would be a floating cloud. Although the Song family was not in the center of the capital, the power radiation of the Song family was so vast. Even if they really competed with Zhao xx, the Song family would not miss them! But they were not afraid of opponents like gods, but were afraid of teammates like pigs. Song Meiqin's lineage was the largest lineage in the entire Song family except for the main lineage. Sometimes even Song Lao had to give Song Meiqin a face. With Song Meiqin's lineage in it, naturally the power of the entire Song family could not be concentrated in one place. It was natural that Song Yun was wronged.

Not long after, a noisy sound came from outside the lobby. Song Yun saw the Zhao Min who had been beaten by him before, and another middle-aged man, walking in from outside.

This middle-aged man is a bit like Zhao Min. If you guess correctly, the middle-aged man is probably Zhao Min’s man.

"Dad, this is the one who beat me today!" Zhao Min pointed at Song Yun and said.

The man's expression remained unchanged. He walked directly by Song Yun, came to about three meters in front of Old Song, bent down respectfully and shouted, "Hello Old Song!"

"Well, Zizhong, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Old Song sat up slightly and said to the middle-aged man.

"Yes, my father is always thinking about coming here to see you!" The middle-aged man named Zizhong said with a smile, "He misses the day he plays chess with you very much!"

"Haha, that stinky chess player has never beat me!" Old Song said with a smile, looked at Zhao Min, and said, "Is this your daughter, right?"

"Well, Minmin, call me Grandpa Song!" Zhao Zizhong said.

"Hmph." Zhao Min snorted coldly and said nothing.

Zhao Zizhong said with a little embarrassed expression, "The little girl is young and ignorant. Mr. Song, don't be as knowledgeable as her."

"Haha, I asked you to come here today, mainly to let you see. Our Song family made the decision by Song Yun to beat Zhao Min today." Mr. Song said, "Zi Zhong, are you sure you want to see it?"

Zhao Zizhong looked at Old Song and his hair was raised all over his body for no reason. Although Old Song seemed to be very amiable at this moment, Old Song's words were cold that penetrated his bones.

Zhao Zizhong instinctively wanted to retreat, but Zhao Min, who was standing beside him, said like a naughty girl, "Of course I have to see! This bastard slapped me three times today, and I want to see him being punished! I tell you, if you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, I will be very unhappy!"

Mr. Song's face, which was originally smiling, suddenly had no expression. Instead, he stood up and said, "Then you see, I'm tired!"

After saying that, Mr. Song turned around and walked backwards.

Zhao Zizhong's nervous mood became even more intense. He glanced at the surroundings and said, "This, what are you planning to punish?"

"Song's family rules, if anyone violates the family rules, it needs to be punished." Song Meiqin said, "Now, Song Yun made a mistake, so he was punished and whipped three hundred times to serve as a warning!"

"Flogging? Do you want to use a whip?" Zhao Min asked curiously.

"Use a vine whip!" Song Meiqin said, "Please bring the things up."

"yes!"

Not long after, a member of the Song family walked into the lobby with a blue box in his hand.

Song Meiqin took the green box, opened the box, and took out a braid about one meter five-meter-long length from it. The braids were sharp protrusions on top of it, and the whole braid looked cold and cold.

Qingluan frowned and took a step towards Song Yun, but Song Yun shook his head and signaled Qingluan not to come up.

Ye Qingsi appeared next to Qingluan at some point and said, "I feel a little wronged and I always suffer. Boys, how can I get frustrated without electricity? Song Yun is fine!"

"Well, aunt, I understand!" Qingluan nodded and said, "It's very uncomfortable to be able to watch but not share the burden with him."

"Haha, I feel uncomfortable, too." Ye Qingsi said, "Now the branch is strong, we have to endure some things. When Ergou comes back, there will be opportunities to avenge these revenge in the future."

"Qingluan understands!" Qingluan whispered.

Song Meiqin held the rattan weaving in her hand and weighed it, then said, "Old Wang, are you coming out?"

As soon as Song Meiqin finished speaking, an old man with a hunched body, white hair and wrinkles walked out from the back of the lobby. The old man's eyes were very small, making people almost unable to see the old man's eyes. Occasionally, he could only see a mess. The old man was wearing a gray rough body, and his snow-white hair was tied into a small braid by the old man, and he lay flat on his back. The old man was wearing a pair of cloth shoes under his feet, looking very old, and he didn't know what time it was.

Song Yun was a little surprised because he could not feel any vitality from the old man, just as if the old man was just a corpse. It would be impolite to say that the corpse was like a piece of dead wood. Song Yun could not feel his breathing. His movements, slightly closed his eyes and used his sixth sense to sense it, and he could not sense it either! It was exactly the same as when he saw Qinglong last time.

"Give it to me." Old Wang walked very slowly and took a very small step. He looked like he was trembling slightly, as if a gust of wind could blow the old man down.

Song Meiqin's face was filled with a rare look of respect, and she handed the wax weaving to Mr. Wang with both hands.

Mr. Wang took the whip, looked at Song Yun, and said, "It's you, right?"

Song Yun nodded and said, "It's me!"

"Take off your clothes." Mr. Wang walked to Song Yun and said.

Song Yun also thought that if he was sucked for a while, the clothes would probably be broken, so he took off his outside, then took off his underwear inside, and his strong muscles appeared in front of everyone.

Song Yun said with an indifferent smile on his face, "Come on. Three hundred times, I'll wait."
Chapter completed!