illegitimate child

"The general asked the villain to tell the gentleman to let you forget him." The ten dead soldiers on the Gaoliang Plain actually crossed the devastation of the war and bowed their heads in front of Suzaku Street.He heard the person on the opposite side breathe hard, and he also got up at a loss, carefully took off the gold nameplate placed on the interlayer, put it in the palm of his hand, and was still afraid of raising his head.

Song Lingwufa was languidly clasped in green silk, and covered his body with a single robe of the same color. He was so thin that he almost lost his shape, and the material seemed to hang straight on a wooden pole, falling straight down.

"Which general?" he asked with his hands behind his back.

"General Luo." Xiaobing's voice choked up.

"Luo Qingshan?" Song Ling's eyes flickered, but he still refused to pick up the nameplate.

"Two generals Luo." Xiao Bing didn't dare to speak anymore, he deeply understood that the two generals Luo were just generals to him, and father and elder brother to his younger brother.

"Luo Jinnian? There is really no one in your army. Can you make a good-for-nothing bastard who can't leave his hand and rely on the shadow of his ancestors to become a general?" Song Ling suddenly laughed, and swept away the nameplate with a flick of his sleeve and looked at the light: "You Look, it’s not a second-generation ancestor. Everyone’s nameplate is made of copper and iron, but he uses gold.”

Xiao Bing's face turned red, and his heart was full of rage, thinking of the rumors about the illegitimate son of the Luo Mansion, saying that he has a wolfish appearance, and for the sake of the Luo Mansion's family, he relied on the patriarch's favor to act publically, and did not take the legitimate son in his eyes .Seeing him act now, hearing what he said, he looks like a villain.

"General Xiao Luo took the lead bravely. After General Luo died in battle, he resisted the Northern Army and built a high wall in Gaoliangyuan, leading the soldiers to fight to the death. No one surrendered, no one was afraid! They fought for the common people, for the sake of the court. Death on the battlefield! It is definitely not something you can blame for cowards who are greedy for comfort!" With tears in his eyes, Xiaobing complained: "The general is for me! It is to let me escape and lead the pursuers into the wilderness alone..."

"Why didn't you die?" Song Ling interrupted, "Jinnian's ancestors all threw their heads and blood for the rites and common people in your mouth. It was only after many generations of meritorious deeds that such a unicorn was exchanged. He always laughed whenever he wanted to. Make trouble, make trouble, he is the most honorable person in the Li Dynasty. How can he die for a lowly like you?"

The accusation stopped abruptly, Xiao Bing froze in place for a moment, not knowing how to react, he could only let his shame and remorse drown him out.

"Raise your head," Song Ling squeezed the flesh of his palms tightly, "You should have apologized with death, but now your cheap life was bought by Jin Nian, so you can be regarded as half a noble person. Live well, live like a human, just now I'm sorry for him. If you rot into the mud with his life in the future, I will never forgive you."

After saying that, without the slightest nostalgia, he went up the steps and closed the corner door with a snap.

The sound of breathing outside the door gradually faded away. Song Ling turned his palms back and supported the door panel. His strength and warm blood were gone in the blink of an eye. Even his unbending back couldn't bear the piercing pain in his heart. He bent over and gasped for breath.

He didn't know who he was talking to: "You are always unclean in everything you do. You trade your life for your life to make him feel better in the future. Maybe you drink Mengpo soup at the entrance of Naihe Bridge with your front feet, and he will catch up with your back feet."

As he talked, he chuckled, "I also said that I like to show off, you are so good, you are going to show off with your life. But it is also considered a success. I think that in the future, when people talk about you, you will not be one of the three tigers who are idle in Shanghai, but you will be old. General Xiao Luo who died lightly for the country."

Song Ling sighed: "Did my life for the country..."

These four characters are supremely glorious and extremely sad.

Song Ling's eyes suddenly went dark, and the bottom of his throat seemed to be bitten by thousands of ants, and a sore itchiness rose up.He tightly covered his lips with his hands, his lungs were like a broken bellows, and he couldn't stop coughing.The blood from his heart dripped down his fingers, and Song Ling thought blankly: How much blood should Suian have shed on the battlefield?

He held his breath and refused to fall, Luo Qingshan was gone, Luo Jinnian was gone, Chang Shengjun was gone.But he, Song Ling, is still there, who killed Chang Shengjun's father and elder brother indirectly because of selfishness, and who was afraid of the Luo family causing the current disaster, this blood debt can only be paid with blood!

The Sorghum Plain was fought terribly. In previous years, the remains of the war could be found to send the wanderers back home. This year, the remains of broken limbs are white and white, forming a sea of ​​bones.I couldn't tell which arm it was and which leg it was.You can't pick up the bones of other children and send them back to your hometown, causing the old parents to send them back with grief.

What's more, only the victor is eligible to collect the corpses. The entire army of the Li Dynasty was destroyed, and no one would collect the corpses.The better family members can see the personal belongings and nameplates left in advance, and the unlucky sons who have given birth only have a first name.

Years, that is a sharp knife, when the time goes by, the thin names and names engraved on the paper will disappear, leaving only a certain battle in a certain year and a certain month, and tens of thousands of people died in the battle, hundreds of thousands of people.

Luo Jinnian's relic is the nameplate, and Luo Qingshan's is the Hantie Xuanjia.It was sent back the day before yesterday, and it was funny to talk about it, Song Ling went outside the city to welcome the loyal soul, but none of the coffins he had prepared could be used.What came back was a wooden box, which contained Xuan Jia who had been fighting for many years.

Along with it came the news of Luo Jinnian's disappearance.

Originally, Song Ling had ridiculous delusions, but now the delusions have been broken.

He didn't know when he lost consciousness, and when he woke up, it was already dark, and Dumpling was standing beside the high bed, his head kept pecking at rice.He took a heavy breath, Jiaozi woke up suddenly, and said happily: "Ling'er." As he spoke, he hooked the pillow to let him lie on it, and refused to let his hands rest, so he got up and went to the small kitchen to bring the millet porridge that had been simmered in advance and handed it to him He, the supervisor, finished eating one bite at a time before he stopped.

Dumpling stared at the empty bowl, teardrops fell down like broken threads, and spoke incoherently: "You were weak when you were young, and you couldn't stand the wind or the cold. When you first came to Beijing, you couldn't stand the cold in winter." , and refused to say that your fingers, toes, and ears are full of chilblains, and they bleed when you touch them. The old wives deceive you, and you have no one to sue. At night, you stuff the hot soup lady into the bedding, and you are covered with scalds one by one. .”

"The old lady asked me to follow you. I couldn't hold back my tears when I first saw you. Such a thin, poor child is sick again. How can I raise it well?"

"I sleep in the cubicle at night, and I can't sleep at night. I'm afraid that a young master who was accidentally handed over to me will disappear."

"Ling'er, I'm very careful. I've spent my whole life on you to watch you grow from a small group to a orchid and jade tree. No matter how difficult it is for you, you still think about the old lady, madam, and me. "

Song Ling propped up the bed with one hand, took the empty bowl and shook it in front of the dumplings, said with a smile, "Don't cry, the bowl is almost filled with tears, sister, why do you cry so much?"

Ever since Song Ling got older, he never called his sister, and he became colder and more dignified day by day, absolutely unwilling to be so intimate.

Hearing the long-lost address, Jiaozi burst into tears: "Ling'er, don't hold on, the master and the young master are all the best people. It's the current world that can't keep them. The world is too bad. They must go to the peaceful and prosperous age." Have a good time. You always tell us what's on your mind. No one in the room can guess what your idea is. They're just afraid of you..."

Song Ling's side face was covered with shadows, and his fingertips slid along the edge of the porcelain bowl one after another. He turned his head and looked at the long and silent night, and his voice was as soft as clouds in the sky: "His family letter said, let the adopted son come to the house in the future." Under his name, the names have been chosen. This time, someone brought a message back to make him forget about him. How can there be such a good thing, let him occupy everything."

"Death is the simplest word, and there are various methods. Death is like a lamp going out, and the troubles in the world can't be disturbed by the underworld. He was quiet and left the big mess to me."

"Sister, I won't miss him, and it's better to forget him as he wishes. I really hate him."

"Hate him for being favored by his parents alone, hate him for being stubborn but pure in nature, hate him for not listening to dissuasion and going his own way."

With a voice of hatred, every sentence of resentment, she stabbed in the heart of a dumpling like a cold knife, she suddenly stood up and hugged Song Ling, and was hooked down with a "touch".

"Ling'er, the master also left you a letter from home, Madam is the one who favors you, how could you be obsessed with it?"

Song Ling didn't want to argue with her, but was still looking out of the window in a daze, the night was like a canopy covering the upper capital upside down, unable to discern things or understand the truth.He thought of Luo Qingshan, his father.When I went out to greet the soul a few days ago, I didn't have a clear understanding of the death of the Sri Lankan. I always felt that Mr. Luo was just doing business as usual, or secretly making an appointment to go to a restaurant for a drink behind his husband's back.

At this moment, I can taste what farewell is.

Luo Mansion was filled with death, and everyone was sad.Only on the bank of the independent state of Luoxiayuan, the murderous spirit rushed straight to Xiaohan.

The Han Tiexuan armor is still neatly placed in the trunk, Tian Wan is wearing a snow-white undershirt with decals facing the mirror.Carefully trace the eyebrows and eyes, Yan Luodai from the South China Sea is drawn between the eyebrows, the eyebrows are shaped like swords, wanting to flatten the mountains and break the sea.She put on the dowry, got up and walked to the inner hall.

Fingertips rubbed the edge of the box containing the black armor, stood still, picked it lightly, the box bounced slowly, revealing the sleeping armor inside.A cold white light shot out from the armor, illuminating half of Tian Wan's eyebrows.

Tap Xuanjia lightly, recalling: "Long time no see."

Long time no see, Tian Wan.

"Dang!" The Xuanjia made a crisp sound, Tian Wan unfolded the Xuanjia with one hand, stretched her arms wide, and quickly put the Xuanjia on neatly, with a solemn expression, and pushed the door to the ancestral hall.

Armor is extremely heavy, one step at a time.

The gate of the ancestral hall was open, and the wind made the candles flicker on and off. The old lady knelt facing the altar, with a string of rosary beads hanging on her tiger's mouth, her eyes were lightly closed, and she was chanting words.

When Tian Wan entered the ancestral hall, she saw two extra tablets at a glance, one was Qingshan, and the other was Jinnian.She took a breath, straightened her back and knelt on her knees, kowtowed and said: "Mother, my daughter-in-law is here to say goodbye."

As she knelt down, the ground trembled faintly.

The old lady remained silent for a long time, sighed heavily for a long time, moved the rosary and asked: "Do you know why you have been married to Qingshan for many years, and I have never given you a good face?"

Hearing this question, Tian Wan suddenly recalled the past two years of getting married. At first, the couple's marriage was not approved by the family. Because Tian Luo's two families were divided into two states, to show their sincerity, the two families had never met.

Fearing that the court would suspect that they had disobedience, the two juniors secretly fell in love with each other. Tian Guogong felt sorry for his daughter and expelled his daughter from the Tian family on the surface. Tian Wan has nothing to do with the Tian family in Cangzhou since then. Simply turn a blind eye, close one eye, and agree to their marriage.

The marriage of the two was easy to arrange, and Tian Wan came to Liuzhou across mountains and seas alone, full of courage and love.Take the mountains and rivers as the employment, and the sun and the moon as the matchmaker.

Tian Wan guessed that her mother-in-law didn't like her at first probably because of her status, but later she became even more disliked because of her flamboyant temper.When he was about to travel far, he lost all scruples and said bluntly: "Because my daughter-in-law is the daughter of the Duke, and because my daughter-in-law is not docile."

"Because I knew from the first time I met you that a woman like you should never stay in the inner house. Why should I show good looks to someone who can't keep her?" The old lady stood up and walked to Tian Wan's side to help her up.

Tian Wan hurriedly stopped: "Mother, this armor is too heavy." Standing up with one hand on the ground, she didn't expect this to be the reason.

The old lady took two steps back, looked at her carefully from top to bottom, and then stepped forward to gently stroke her temple hair, with her fingertips resting on her brow bone. In an instant, it was more unique than the pines in the snow.

"When Qingshan went to war, it was you who saw him off. When Jin Nian left, it was Linger who saw him off. Let me see you off now."

The old lady saluted and said, "The general is triumphant."

Tian Wan entered the imperial court at night and had a secret talk with Emperor Changtong. At dawn, Emperor Changtong summoned all the ministers to go to the court, and his words were astonishing.

The holy words: The widow wants to make the wife of the general of the town, Tian's Wanniang is the commander, and leads the army.

Never before has such a precedent been opened!For a while, it was like cold water pouring into boiling oil, and it was fried like a thunderbolt.From ancient times to the present, from the creation of the world by the Great God Pan Gu to the present, women are Yin and men are Yang.

Taking a woman as handsome is tantamount to pointing at the noses of men all over the world, not even a little girl!

Besides, what does a woman know in an important military camp?Wouldn't it be death if she led the army? The ceremony is inherently precarious, and at the thought of life and death, wouldn't His Majesty and Tian Wan be digging their own graves by acting like this?

All of a sudden, rumors spread everywhere, one said that Tian Wan's witch was wronging the country, and the other said that the emperor was fatuous and immoral.

There were no victories among those who remonstrated against the pillars, until Emperor Changtong was overwhelmed by the disturbance, and said that whoever blocked the matter would go to the front line instead of General Tian.All the ministers have become cowards, cleverly want to find Xiangdang, aristocratic family, Cheng is quite a leader.

Unexpectedly, this tycoon, who usually does not stop and stop, will have troubles all of a sudden. Some people go out to seek the Tao with an uncertain return date, and some are lingering in the sick bed, life and death are unpredictable.They all became wooden statues in Guanli, watching their noses and noses and their hearts, allowing Emperor Changtong to act.

In the end, Tian Wan was awarded the title of General Polu and ordered troops to go out immediately.

The backbone of Luo's residence was gone, and chaos immediately ensued.As a man, Song Ling is not good at interfering with women's affairs, and he is not patient with common affairs.Seeing the chaos, the old lady and the old general came out of the mountain and took over the power of the central government, so the family can be regarded as stable.

Song Ling was not surprised that Mr. Tian went to war. He had expected this day. The first time he really knew Mr. Tian's ancestral hall, he knew that the people in front of him were definitely not birds.He never viewed Mr. Tian narrowly because of her status as a woman. She was born with a great talent, just waiting for the dragon to dive into the abyss.

The sorrow of parting has also been restrained. It is a joy for Mr. to realize his long-cherished wish in this life.

On the contrary, there is something that he cares about. The fourth aunt Wang has always been shrewd, and she is a good manager of family affairs.There is no one in the mansion this time, why didn't she come out to preside over it, instead of bothering grandma?

Before he could figure it out, Mrs. Wang went to him first. At that time, Song Ling was guarding the spirit of his father and elder brother, because the front line was in danger.The Ministry of Rites issued a notice that the war is not over for a day, and the people are only allowed to marry and marry, and funerals are not allowed.I'm afraid that if the trivial matter is rushed, the only remaining national destiny of the Li Dynasty will be washed away.

Fortunately, neither of the two male members of the Luo family could find their bones, so they only set up a clothes tomb, which is not a problem.Ji's identity and cause of death were not very glamorous, it was said that he died of illness, the bones were hastily burned, and packed into a small three-inch box, Luo Qianqian took it away.

But Luo Qianqian didn't know anything about Di Rong, the Ji family hated the Luo family, and hated Luo Qianqian, the daughter of the Luo family, since she was a child.When Luo Qianqian grew up, she also had little affection for her biological mother. When she received the news, she went back to her home to collect the ashes.He didn't even ask, what's wrong with the biological mother, and why the ashes should be taken away by her, a married woman.

"Ling'er!" Mrs. Wang has a shrewd temperament and is quick in handling things. She doesn't like procrastination at all, and she is not afraid of disturbing the spirit at all, so she trots into the mourning hall with the soles of her feet on the wind.

Hearing the voice behind him, Song Ling took out a silk handkerchief to wipe off the black dust on his fingertips, then turned around and saluted, "Fourth Aunt, what's the matter?"

Holding several thick books that looked like bricks, Mrs. Wang threw them all to Song Ling, her hands loosened, her waist thrust into her waist, and she said intermittently, "This is the route map of my Wang family's several shipping routes. Navigation routes, purchases, and how to handover with overseas countries are also recorded.”

Before it was over, after she had breathed enough, she took out a long string of letter seals and copper spoons from her sleeves, threaded them with red strings, pulled out a carrot to bring out the mud, and jingled to bring out a ruler to lengthen.

She went on to introduce: "These are the certificates for contacting all shopkeepers. My Wang family recognizes the seal but not the person. From now on, you will be the master of the trade route."

Song Ling held the booklet in his hands and asked in astonishment, "Auntie, what do you mean by that?"

Wang's gaze lingered between the booklet and the letter seal reluctantly and lingeringly, as if afraid of repenting, she turned her head away and did not dare to look again, and pressed her left hand on the right hand that was about to move, and quickly explained to Song Ling,