The villain's stepmother's tea party

This is impossible.

I looked at the list carefully again, and there was indeed no such word as "Song Baiyu".The raised toes slowly fell, and the light in the big eyes dimmed.

This is impossible.Xiaotuanzi said softly.

"No wonder he was caught for cheating in the imperial examination. He turned out to be a waste, actually? Some people said he was a child prodigy, lol? He's dead hahahahaha!" The young man laughed wantonly, his eyes full of complacency and disdain.

"If you don't learn well at such a young age, this test finally showed your flaws!" Another boy also said, "I don't know who I learned such a bad move from!"

"Who else?" Liao Han sarcastically said, "I heard people say that even his father doesn't care about him, only a stepmother who doesn't understand anything is carrying a mop bottle, and the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!"

In the academy, apart from discussing the classics with the old gentleman, Song Baiyu never talked much.He is always taciturn, silently reviewing his books.But at this moment, like a small beast whose scales have been touched, he suddenly shuddered.

"Shut up, don't talk about my mother!"

"It's okay if you don't say anything," Liao Han recalled the humiliating memory of being hung on the treetop, and Liao Han felt a little bit more pleasure in revenge, "You not only lost your own face, you also lost your stepmother's face! Oil bottle!"

His heart was stabbed severely, and Song Baiyu, who was always calm, lost his mind for a moment.

Yes, he was expelled from school, isn't it the saddest one?

That mother who always laughs heartlessly? Hehe, she resolutely brought... herself out of the Song family, she would give herself a warm hug, stand up for herself, and take... The children who bullied him were crying loudly, he was reluctant to buy rouge, but he would buy him the best schoolbag, prepare new pens and inks for him before the exam, take him to the night market to play, and give him the best schoolbag. heart breakfast...

Lots of warmth, lots of surprises.

As soon as he frowned, she understood his unhappiness, loss, and low self-esteem, and then brought a beam of warm light into the darkest corner of his heart.

So warm? In the cold wind of winter, he experienced the scorching sun that only exists in midsummer.Everyone said that he would be a demon if he was extremely intelligent, but she was the only one who was willing to guard the softest part of his heart.

But now, he actually wanted to embarrass her.The grinning little beast was suddenly defeated.He walked into the bookstore and silently put away his pen and ink, but Liao Han and his party were relentless and kept yelling and cursing. When they got excited, they picked up the book and threw it at Song Baiyu.

The scroll is quite hard, mixed with yellow bamboo sticks, and it hurts even the bones when thrown on the body.The pages of the book were sharp, scratching a few red flying marks on the back of Song Baiyu's hand.

The body of a pre-adult child is delicate, and he urinates a little since he was a child. Song Baiyu, who is malnourished, is even thinner. He huddles at the table and forms a small ball. All he can see is the ferocious expressions of the teenagers, and the students around him just stand by and watch. No one is willing to lend a helping hand.

In an instant, the memories of being bullied in the past also flooded in. Fear, anger, and nausea slowly turned into hatred for himself. The eyes of the little beast were filled with a layer of coldness. Where no one could see, the system Silently counting the sudden increase in blackening value: 5%...10%...

"Stop!" There was a stern shout, and the old gentleman's voice was full of anger, and the young man who hit someone immediately backed away in fright.

"Are you all right?" asked the old gentleman.

Song Baiyu stood up silently, he wiped the faint bloodstain on his forehead, without saying a word.He returned to his seat silently, and put the messy pens, inks, papers and inkstones into his bag in a leisurely manner.

"Master Pei, please."

The hand that was packing the bag paused, and Song Baiyu looked up. The man at the door? Wearing a green pine and tall robe, isn't that the fairy brother he met at the wonton stand in the morning?

Pei Lang...

"Sir, please." Pei Lang looked at it and knew it belonged to a scholar.The chill of early spring wrapped his body into an invisible city wall, and he was the person standing on that wall.

As soon as Pei Lang came in, the bookstore was instantly silent.No one does not know what Pei Lang does, the first assistant of a young man, is the unattainable dream of every scholar.Now that he is responsible for the selection of the Hanwen Academy on his own, the purpose of his visit to the academy is self-evident.

However, the students sitting here still have two years to be eligible to take the Hanwen College exam, why did Pei Lang come here at this time?There are only a few students in Jingshe Academy who can pass the selection every year, how do you think there is no reason for Pei Lang to come here?

Liao Han and the others hurriedly sat down in their own seats, standing upright.

The old man opened his mouth and talked about the situation of Hanwen College's exam this year. All the students below lowered their heads, silently calculating how sure they are, and the probability of being admitted to Hanwen College next year. how big.But I know in my heart that if there is no accident, everyone here should not pass the exam.

The old gentleman changed the subject, and said again: "However, there is someone who passed the exam in our bookstore."

A simple sentence is like stirring up thousands of waves on a calm lake.

Pei Lang's thin lips parted slightly, and a faint smile was cast over his beautiful eyes.

"Song Baiyu."

The meeting hall next to the Hall of Qinzheng.The censer slowly released a thick but not greasy smell, and it was setting in the evening again, Li Fuyan sat on the seat with an indifferent expression.

Years of official career has cultivated an iron face, whether happy or angry, there should be the same expression on his face.But at this time, he frowned slightly, and his old hands kept twisting the sandalwood beads on his fingertips.

In the dark place, the ghostly man lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head for a long time.

The master asked him to "solve" Song Baiyu quietly, although he didn't understand why a small child would attract the attention of the master, but he was always obedient and just did what he said.

But this time, he missed.Maybe it's because he underestimated the enemy, or maybe he didn't agree with it - what kind of disturbance can a child who is half the height of a person cause?

Li Fuyan frowned, but for some reason, he had a vague premonition in his heart.This kind of inexplicable feeling also appeared in the afternoon when I met Pei Lang seven years ago.

Maybe it's because people are getting older and more sensitive.Li Fuyan always felt that some things were quietly getting out of his control.

Yunling was not surprised to learn that Song Baiyu had been admitted to the Hanwen Academy.He is a person who wants to dominate the world, so why is it so strange to be admitted to the Hanwen Academy?In the 21st century, it is only natural for a talented boy to get an admission notice from Qingbei.

This? It's just the beginning.Yunling couldn't help thinking quietly.

"What is Song Baiyu's blackening value?" Yunling was already familiar with the rules of traveling through the world. She was no longer a newcomer who summoned the system at every turn, and only communicated with the system when necessary.

"Very low." The system replied slowly, "Traveler, your mission has been completed, you can choose to stay in this world, or you can choose to return to the real world."

Am I sick when I go back now?Yunling scolded the system while packing Song Baiyu's bags. I managed to get through the barrier. I succeeded. Seeing that my son is about to become a powerful minister, I withdraw. Is it reasonable?

Yunling: It doesn't matter what the fuck is the first assistant, I just want to fight for my career.

system:?

Yunling: I decided to popularize socialism in ancient times.

system:? ? ?

Hanwen Institute is located in Kyoto, which is far away from this small county.Originally, she could go on the road simply by tidying up, but Mrs. Chang found out that Song Baiyu had entered the Hanwen Academy, so she rushed to send a lot of good things, such as soft mattresses, gowns for summer, and things suitable for Xiaotuanzi. came in.

At this time, Yunling was picking up a pile of gold and silver, panting.

The snobbish gang from the Song family came here yesterday and said, "After all, they are children of the Song family, and their roots are still here."

Yunling rolled her eyes while accepting the greetings from the Song family, especially the cousin of that wimpy man Song Dacheng, who was the woman who came up with the idea of ​​kicking out the original owner Gu Zhizhi. At this time, she was wearing a pair of Triangular eyes, telling in detail how good he was to Gu Zhizhi at that time.

Nonsence!Yun Ling's eyes were about to roll to the sky. When she saw Qian's eyes opened, she forced Song Dacheng to write a divorce letter to Gu Zhizhi? She still remembers it vividly, but now she is trying to flatter their mother and son. The Song family is really in vain For the scholarly family!

And that useless Song Dacheng, who took the exam for many years before he was admitted as a Juren, and I don't know how long he will have to wait before he can become a local official, he is so self-righteous.Song Baiyu was able to enter Hanwen Academy, he was a young talent, and everyone knew that the students who graduated from Hanwen Academy were real official reserve soldiers, which Song Dacheng could never achieve in his life.

At this moment, he was so regretful that he had divorced Gu Zhizhi in order to marry the magistrate's daughter. Now it seems that the magistrate's daughter?Yunling heard from people that the relationship between Song Dacheng and the magistrate's daughter is already in jeopardy. He suffers from the eldest lady's temper every day, and he has to make sacrifices like an ancestor, which is so annoying to death.

Song Dacheng knew that Gu Zhizhi had deep feelings for him and was a stupid woman who was willing to work for the Song family, so he asked shyly, "Zhizhi, why don't you come back, the relationship between our husband and wife for many years..."

Before she finished speaking, Yunling said, "Get out of here."

The Song family wants to enter the door, so? It looks really ugly and funny?.Yun Ling firmly blocked her, and she seemed to be very clear about the Song family's small plan. She wanted Song Baiyu to go back.

If you don't accompany the sunset and the west mountain, who are you when you come back from the mountain!

However, the Song family had thick skins, blocking the door had already formed a spectacle, attracting neighbors to point fingers.Yun Ling promised to let them see Song Baiyu, this child who was never cared for by the Song family, who was treated coldly and harshly.

Song Dacheng licked his lips, it doesn't matter if Gu Zhizhi doesn't go back to Song's house, as long as Song Baiyu is willing to go with him.He remembered that Song Baiyu used to like to cling to himself the most, waiting for him to come out of the study every night, and kept a meal to eat with him.

"Yu'er, do you want to go back with dad? Dad will give you the best food and the best clothes..."

Xiaotuanzi hid behind Yunling, only showing a small head: "I want to be with mother, where is mother going? Where am I going?"

"You!" The cousin couldn't bear it anymore, seeing a big gold brick in front of her eyes, how could she not hold it back?She intensified her temptation to Song Baiyu, even betting on her fortune.

Xiaotuanzi replied clearly: "I only want mother."

Looking at the unbelievable eyes of the Song family, Yun Ling felt so refreshed.Yunling didn't bother to pay attention to them, and led Song Baiyu back to the house, leaving only the Song family outside, angry and regretful, jumping in hatred.

Not far away, Song Baiyu was talking with Pei Lang.Pei Lang was very interested in this precocious child.He threw a few questions at random, and Xiaotuanzi was able to answer them, and even expressed his own opinion.The little dumpling speaks clearly and logically, with a compelling aura.

Looking far away, the sky is changing, and the sunset is rolling with the setting sun, forming a spectacle.

Yun Ling packed up and walked out, only to see Pei Lang staring at the scenery in a daze.

"Master Pei, what are you looking at?"

The corners of Pei Lang's mouth slightly curled up——

"It's going to change."

It's going to change.

(Finish)

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