Chapter 956: What are you doing?

Song Lang frowned.
After a while, some guards came to report: "The master, those people are coming."
Song Lang swept Yuan Lao's eyes and whispered: "Go to the Chamber of Secrets first. Let's discuss it again."
The group avoided the secret room, and Qianhua and Qianfang had already been sent in one step.
Taking advantage of the familiar figure step by step to come to his eyes, the prince of Qianhua struggled to sit up, looked at Song Lang with his eyes, his voice trembled, and there was a weakness.
"Song Lang -"
Song Lang’s cool eyes fell on him, stopped briefly, and then moved away, with no expression on his face.
Immediately, the guards moved the chair to the back of Song Lang.
Song Lang sat down, took out a book and slowly looked at it.
Qian Hua looked at Song Lang with a sorrowful resentment. Why was he so cold, even if he didn’t even look at him?
"Song Lang, our friendship for so many years, is it so broken?"
Song Lang smiled coolly, his eyes were always on the book: "Love? In the eyes of you, there is friendship?"
Thousands of sorrows, if you talk about friendship, Song Lang’s father, who was once a father’s companion, grew up with his father and grew up with his father and brother.
What can be the result?
When the father-in-law ordered the destruction of the Song family, there was no soft heart.
Qian Hua condensed Song Lang: "But me, my father and I are always different."
"Different? Of course, you are just a Prince, not an emperor." Song Lang sneered, but his heart was faint.
Silence for a while, Qianhua finally said: "Song Lang, what are you going to do?"
Song Lang didn't take care of him, and his eyes were always on the books.
Qian Hua asked: "Do you really care about Qianfang? Do you want to watch her die?"
Song Lang still did not say anything.
Qian Hua’s emotion suddenly became excited, and the volume of his voice also rose a little higher:
You are not willing to leave Kyoto until now, for her sake.

Song Lang’s gaze was slightly condensed, his eyes slowly lifted, and he looked at Qianhua coldly, waiting for his words.
Qian Hua Leng said: "For the sake of white, right? If it is not for her, you are afraid to leave Kyoto long ago."
Song Lang just looked at him coldly and did not answer.
Qian Hua went on to say: "For a woman, you have never even taken care of your life? You know that you are staying here, you are always worried about your life, but you still don't want to go. How? Is she so good?"
Song Lang finally put down the book, stood up from the chair, step by step to Qianhua's couch, condensed his eyebrows, the pale and weak face. One word said: "Yes, I am just for her."
Qian Huaxu said: "She is so good?"
Song Lang simply nodded: "Yes, she is so good."
"Well, you can ignore your life?"
Song Lang sneered: "What do you want to say?"
Qianhua does not know what he wants to say, his heart is very chaotic, and it is still very painful.
He suddenly looked at the couch with a gauze not far away, pointing at the other side: "Thousands of Fang are for you, but you don't even want your life. How do you treat her?" The same is true for him not even his life?
Why are their two brothers planted in his hands?
Song Lang sneered: "What about that? My father still fought for the battlefield for your father for more than a decade. Your father can now sit on the mountain, who is it? Who can finally end my father?"
"Not what you pay, you will get the same return, Prince Chihua, you should grow up."
After all, Song Lang turned and went back to the chair to sit down and pick up the book again.