illegitimate child

When Song Ling saw Wang Fuyang at the beginning, he felt that it was inconsistent with what he had guessed. The Wang family has been romantic for thousands of years, and the folks said that even more talented people came from Jiangdong.And Wang Fuyang, as the third son of the direct descendant of the Wang family, is not at all romantic, but looks like an old farmer.

Song Ling is more cautious about judging ordinary people by their appearance. A person who enjoys his own pleasure regardless of his status and status is as free as he can imagine.

In order to have a meeting with Wang Fuyang, he had asked people to go to Jiangdong to find out. Wang Fu was positive and frank, and didn't like to go around.Nine out of ten people who asked said this, he should have said half of the greetings, and looked up to meet Wang Fuyang's slightly impatient eyes.

Can't help laughing, the rumors are true.He lost the interest of being polite and went straight to the point: "What I have done this time is only for the sake of my fourth son. I want to repay the favor. A month ago, I sent someone to Jiangdong to write a letter saying that the Prime Minister Fu's family might be detrimental to you. Even if you don't believe me I should also be prepared. Why didn't I stay in Jiangdong's family, but went to Beijing in advance to feed the tiger?"

Wang Fuyang looked at Song Ling thoughtfully, "Since you know everything about me, but I don't know anything about you, is it impolite to talk like this?"

He did receive the news a month ago, although he didn't know who delivered it, and he had discussed it with the elders at home.Prime Minister Fu is independent, and in recent years, he has been in power and has become more rampant without restrictions. It is indeed like what he can do. His elders once suggested that he stay in Jiangdong and take the imperial examination after three years.According to his age, he will reach twenty-eight years after three years.Compared with the old man who is still participating in the Spring Festival, he can really praise the young talents.

But why avoid it?Why let?

This spring, masters gathered.Whether it is Fu Qiuchi in Shangjing, Huang Mingjian in Haizhou, or Cui Chongying in Liuzhou, they are all rare talents and can be called opponents.Warriors rule the roost on the battlefield, while literati judge whether they are good or bad.What's the point of being the No. [-] pick in three years if you retreat and avoid it?

Song Ling: "Song Ling of Luo Mansion."

Wang Fuyang frowned, but Luo's surname is Song, what kind of reason is this?Suddenly he thought of the rumors he had heard in Shangjing recently that the illegitimate son of General Zhen Guo's Luo family would also participate in the Spring Festival.It is rumored that the illegitimate child should not be valued, and he has not changed his surname or name after entering the Luo Mansion for many years.

Could this person in front of me be the one in the rumors?

Song Ling knew what he was thinking as soon as he saw his appearance, and smiled generously: "It is indeed Jun Xiang's illegitimate son, I wonder if it is different from what you heard?"

"The gap is huge." Wang Fuyang sighed that he had committed the crime of delusion, and apologized: "The rumors are not true."

"The rumors are indeed untrue." Song Ling said pointedly, "It is said that the emperor likes to speak out for justice, dares to settle injustice, and discusses the justice of the world."

Wang Fuyang sat down, drank a glass, waved his hand and said, "It is rumored that my mouth is three points faster than my brain, and I am a human-shaped mallet."

The two looked at each other and smiled, drinking and not talking.

After drinking for three rounds, Song Ling put down the cup and asked, "What do you think Prime Minister Fu meant by this move?" He didn't ask Wang Fuyang why he entered Beijing early. Hidden with arrogance, nothing more than wanting to compete with the heroes of the world.

"In ancient times there was a deer that was called a horse, but now there is Chun Wei who asks the heart," Wang Fuyang leaned back in his chair with a loose posture, "it is just to use Chun Wei to distinguish the "loyalty and traitor" in the court."

Song Ling added with a smile: "We are loyal to him."

When parting, Wang Fuyang said sincerely: "You helped me, and it's not too much to repay your kindness. As long as I can do it, you just say it's okay."

The rumors cannot be trusted, Song Ling thought, although Wang Fuyang's attitude was sincere, he didn't mention the Wang family at all, obviously because he didn't want to give him a chance to use the Wang family.Wang Fuyang's meaning is very clear, it is me who owes you favors, and has nothing to do with the Wang family.You can speak up about what is in me, but don't talk about it when it comes to the Wang family.

Song Ling said generously: "It's just a joke. If you really want to talk about pictures, the picture is your friend. You and I hit it off right away. I have the audacity to want to make friends. Can you allow it?"

"I can't ask for it," Wang Fuyang laughed and left.

When I left Zhulou, the sky was dark, and it started snowing in Beijing after a while.Song Ling walked back to Luo Mansion on the snow, first went to the mourning hall to burn paper money, and said hello to the Ji family and Wang family who were guarding the mourning hall as usual.

After returning to the hospital, he took the eulogy and burned it in the bamboo forest. The smoke from the smoke made his eyes hurt.The snow in the sky is cold and cold, he is very busy these days, and he can't be alone anywhere.At this moment, the son was in a hurry, and the messy thoughts that tormented him day and night were playing ghosts again.He told Wang Fuyang that it was like old friends at first sight, which was a lie.He was born with a poor heart, so he couldn't distinguish the slightest friendship with others.The ancients once said that you should not eat your heart, no matter how lonely you are, you should have one or two bosom friends.Resentment, resentment, joy, strong sorrow and joy, love and hatred need a place to go, need to be dispatched.

But he is mostly heart-eating, his emotions are like a raging river, constantly beating on the crumbling shore, his emotions are like ferocious beasts and ghosts, constantly gnawing at his heart.

The eulogy was too long and burned for a long time. The last wisp of green smoke fell to the ground and turned into gray and black piles. Someone called him back to the world.

"Ling'er, the old lady is awake."

Song Ling turned his head and saw Jiaozi standing not far away, he responded, changed his clothes and went to Panshouyuan.Dumplings showed joy on the road, "The old lady is well, so she can live a good year. She is an old lucky star and deserves to be blessed," suddenly her voice became smaller and smaller, and Song Ling thought she was meeting a familiar little maid who wanted to serve her. The elder sister was not good enough to twitter, so she stopped and waited for a while.

Still not catching up, Song Ling looked back suspiciously, and saw Luo Jinnian coming out from the other side of the small scripture. He changed into crimson clothes specially to see his grandmother, with a row of small golden bells hanging on his waist, and walked The jingling is non-stop, and the oriental pearl is hanging on the forehead belt, just like seeing it at the beginning of the year.

The colorful light of Dongzhu shone into his almond eyes, he didn't seem to see Song Ling, his eyes were only on the road ahead, and he was about to pass by.

Song Lingmo's heart suffocated for no reason, he rarely regretted anything, but at this moment he regretted that he shouldn't have said that kind of thing, even if he didn't want Luo Jinnian to break the casserole and ask the bottom line, he should have a more mellow answer.He can do both, and can weave lies that Luo Jinnian can't understand, but he didn't do this, but chose to stab Luo Jinnian. The bottom line is probably that he didn't want to lie.

I don't want to lie to him, Song Ling's overflowing talent has been fed to dogs when it comes to getting along, and he is a first-class stupid person in the world.

As soon as he arrived at Panshouyuan, Luo Jinnian changed in an instant. He tried his best to show brotherly respect in front of the old lady, and said some nonsense nonsense to make the old lady happy.

In fact, as long as he stood there, the old lady would be happy. She leaned on the pillow with her forehead wiped on her head, playing with the kaleidoscope that Luo Jinnian bought from an overseas caravan, looking into her eyes and exclaiming from time to time.

Fang was recovering from a serious illness, and the old lady was tired after talking and joking. Seeing that her expression was not right, Mrs. Bai hurriedly got up and chased people away, and Luo Jinnian was the first to bear the brunt of it: "Stop messing with your grandmother, some cubs from Xiaowei Tang's family are in the corner Sneaky looking for you to play polo. You stay at home every day, and I'm annoyed if your mother doesn't bother me, go out quickly!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Luo Jinnian co-operated and fled, making the old lady laugh out loud.

Song Ling went out two steps behind, and Luo Jinnian was two steps away from him. He thought he had to do something to stop the burning pain in his heart, and said dryly: "Brother, New Year's Eve is your birthday, and the crowning ceremony ,What gift do you want?"

Luo Jinnian not only has good reincarnation skills, but also chooses the time of birth well. On New Year's Eve, when the old firecrackers are a year old, and when the New Year's snow has not landed, Luo's house ushered in a loud and clear cry full of vitality.

On that day, auspicious snow fell from the sky, and the colorful phoenix held the ring.

It is named Jinnian, full of blessings and prayers from the elders. May the eldest grandson of Luofu have a happy and happy life in the years to come.

"I have my family to celebrate my birthday, so I don't need your gifts," Luo Jinnian raised his eyelids, his expression changed again, indifferent and cruel: "Don't bother the guests."

Song Ling froze.

Time flies, and it's New Year's Eve in the blink of an eye. In previous years, the whole family of the Luo family would go to the imperial court to worship the holy car. Because the old lady was in poor health this year, and the Luo family also had a funeral, His Majesty decreed that they would be exempted from the ceremony of prostration.

Along with the imperial decree, there are rewards like water, there are concubines of His Majesty the Empress Dowager, and the rest of the concubines are not yet in line to send gifts to Luofu.

The Xuanzhi eunuch finished reading the gift list as long as the foot wraps in a hanging voice, Song Ling's legs were already kneeling unconscious, and after finally listening to the scriptures, he just wanted to use his robe to pad his knees while no one was looking.

"Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master, Your Majesty and Empress have separate rewards for you."

Being named again, Song Ling was taken aback for a moment, wondering why the aloof majesty and empress suddenly thought of him, he was just a bastard from a disgraceful background, how could He De be remembered by the nobles?

Being read by others, he couldn't help wondering if others wanted to use him as a raft to plot something or not. He turned his head and glanced at Luo Jinnian, seeing him get up calmly and go to the eunuch Xuanzhi.Song Ling suddenly felt relieved, maybe it was a birthday gift for Luo Jinnian, and he happened to think that there was another humble addition to the Luo family, so he called him along.

As soon as he got up, his calf was numb and numb all over his body like an electric shock, especially his knee hurt like struggling. Suddenly, a generous force came from his forearm to help him stabilize his body.Song Ling looked up, and Luo Jinnian stretched out his hand to hold his forearm with a sulky face, as if he didn't reach out on his own initiative but had a knife on his neck.

Song Ling noticed that he silently mouthed, "Don't be ashamed."

Both juniors stood up, there was absolutely no reason for the elders to kneel again, Tian also stood up to receive the gift, and arranged for the palace servants to carry the gift boxes piled up at the door to the storeroom in an orderly manner.

The eunuch Xuanzhi talked to Luo Jinnian affectionately, repeating His Majesty's instructions one by one, and finally said a few words perfunctorily as if he had just seen Song Ling, and asked the servant to take out the gift box.

This behavior further confirmed Song Ling's conjecture that he was just an extra.

There were two gift boxes for him, both of which were tightly sealed. When Song Ling went back to the hospital to change his clothes, he placed them on the table at will, without any intention of opening them.

It was still Jiaozi who couldn't help being curious about how many times a mortal could see something from the Heaven's family. She felt like a cat scratching her head. She moved to Song Ling's side to help him put on his coat, and asked Ai Qiqi: "Master, can you..."

Song Ling laughed, Jiaozi seldom called him young master, everyone knew that Dumpling had a heart.He pretended to ponder, and waited until the dumplings were almost flowing into a river, before he nodded reluctantly: "Open it and have a look?"

Dumpling cheered, and went straight to the gift box without putting on her coat.

Fang opened one and she was surprised, "Ling'er, did you get the wrong one with Jinnian?"

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, put on his outer coat and walked to Jiaozi's side. Jiaozi took a look at the things in her hand.

The object is not big, it is only a four-inch Luban lock, and the side where the dumpling is held is clearly engraved with a few words,

The pen walks the dragon and the snake, and the pen penetrates three points.

He Liner's birthday

"It's not wrong," Song Ling said in a daze.

It turns out that today is also my birthday, he remembered in a daze.