After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Qingming Building is the permanent residence of successive princes. In front of it is the lobby of the palace, and in the back is the backyard of the palace. In this generation of huge palace, except for Mr. Song who doesn't often live in the palace, there are only two masters. His mansion can only be used as a platoon.

The throne of King Jingkang was sealed by a founding hero of the Song family at the time of the founding of the country. As a hereditary throne, it has been passed down to the present. The only royal family with a different surname in the hall is the line of King Jingkang.

The last King Jingkang, Master Song’s grandfather, had only two children. The current prince is the original wife’s son, and another concubine later married a side branch of the Song family. It is said that it is to strengthen the surviving of the royal family of his own line, but unfortunately, his father is not ambitious.

The last few princes who went to join the army were all made generals, and those who learned became pillars. Only this prince had no ambitions. When he was young, he loved to do nothing. He neither liked martial arts nor literature. The wife of Men Xiaohu, after inheriting his father's throne, gave birth to Song Shi, the only son.

His wife died of depression in bed, and he refused to marry again. Two years later, he suddenly brought a child from a side branch, that is, Song Shu, and announced to the world that this was his second adopted son. As for the distant relatives, the couple had been kind to him in the early years, but later they both passed away and left behind a child. He couldn't see it, so he simply recognized him as his adopted son.

Although Song Shu is an adopted son, he actually had a much better life than the serious son of the royal family. He was taken away by his master Lingxiang monk when he was a child. Cultivator Xiang has a loose personality and adopts a free-range policy for his apprentices. He struggles in the world of mortals every day, and he has developed a whole body of skills, but he also has scars all over his body.

However, Song Shu grew up in the palace. Others speculated that maybe it was because he stayed with the prince longer than his own son. When his own son was in pain, he would give him what he wanted, but Master Song, the legitimate son, was being left out in the cold day by day.

The distance from Wanshuzhai to Qingming Building is not too far. There are servants coming and going in the yard. The butler of the Wangfu is in his fifties. He is a kind-looking little old man. His surname is Mo. Seeing him coming, he stood up and saluted, his mustache flickered when he spoke with a smile: "The eldest son is back, the prince is waiting for you in the study."

As soon as Master Song saw him, a sense of intimacy rose in his heart. Perhaps it was affected by the remaining emotions of the original owner. He was no stranger to Steward Mo: "Uncle Mo, long time no see. How is Father? He is very ill. ?"

Steward Mo sighed, and his worried expression did not seem to be fake: "My lord doesn't think about food and drink these days, and I'm so haggard. This old servant can't bear to see it. Now that the young master is back, let's persuade the lord..."

Master Song was surprised: really sick?

He still remembers this part of the plot in the original book. The original owner returned to Beijing. It was King Jingkang who pretended to be sick. There are some things that he wants to tell him. Master Song already knew these things from his god vision, otherwise he wouldn’t have come here for so long. , not in a hurry.

After Butler Mo finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Jing Xiu who insisted on posing behind him holding a sword and wearing a bamboo hat. At first glance, he didn't look like his son's servant, and said suspiciously: "This is..."

"My senior brother."

Master Song turned his head and waved to the stunned Jing Xiu and said in a low voice, "If you insist on staying with me, you can do whatever you want. You can wait here for a while, and I will ask Uncle Mo to arrange a room for you."

Jing Xiu nodded, but said, "I'll just stand by the door and wait for the young master to come out."

He had a usual stubborn expression on his face. Master Song knew that it was useless to persuade him to insist on being the personal bodyguard, so he waved his hand helplessly and stopped talking.

Jing Xiu nodded again, looked left and right, and ran up to a bare jujube tree in the yard with a whoosh.

Uncle Mo: "..."

Master Song: "..."

Uncle Mo couldn't put it into words: "...Young Master's junior brother..."

Master Song said calmly: "He may think this is more handsome. Don't worry about it, as long as it doesn't affect the secret guards of the palace."

Uncle Mo shut his mouth, nodded, turned around and took him to the study room in King Jingkang's courtyard. King Jingkang's mansion has a grand layout. This mansion has belonged to their Song family since the founding of the Zhou dynasty. It has also been renovated many times, and every plant and tree has been carefully taken care of. No matter what the exterior scene is, the mansion is as bright and beautiful as it has been for hundreds of years.

Master Song met countless maidservants along the way. They lowered their heads in groups, rushed along, gathered together to goof off and gossip, were doing work, or scolded the lower-ranking maidservants. When they met him, their faces would change, and they would salute him respectfully.

Master Song followed behind the steward, even if he just nodded his head, it made his neck ache.

This is the strict class consciousness of ancient times.

This thought vaguely appeared in his mind, making Master Song temporarily forget that after seeing his father, in the following plot, he will have to face a black lotus with a black heart and lungs for at least a few days Version of Song Shu.

Before entering the door, Housekeeper Mo answered the matter that his father asked him to come to the study for an interview. He said with a sad face: "The prince has been losing weight recently, and he is always worried. He often stays in the study all day."

Everyone felt that Jingkang King Song Qing was dying of illness, and even Butler Mo, who was closest to the prince, thought so.

However, Master Song pushed open the wooden door, and saw a hale and hearty little old man wrapping himself in a quilt into a tight rice dumpling, holding a stove in his hand, squatting on the ground in a strange, almost diabolical posture...Look Crickets.

The two crickets were fighting back and forth on the ground, and the little old man couldn't control himself while shouting "Fight", "Come on", "Little Black, don't be afraid of him", "Da Hei, run, run!" My eagerly moving legs moved in the direction of the two crickets.

The little old man was squatting, facing the door sideways, beside him was a sandalwood-colored table case, all brushes of different sizes and sizes were arranged in a row, and the table was covered with a piece of paper full of words, with no ink marks left. Dry.On the other side, there are all kinds of ancient books and books up and down. The incense burner emits white smoke from the cauldron beside it, and the air is filled with a light sandalwood fragrance.

This smell is really suitable for the study.

It's a pity that the owner of the study put down the book and didn't read it. He was squatting on the ground in front of the desk and fighting crickets, which ruined this beautiful mood in vain.

To be honest, when Master Song saw his father squatting on the ground without any image, the corners of Master Song's mouth twitched.Turning his head, he was surprised to see Butler Mo, whose expression was exactly the same as his, indescribable.

However, when he heard the sound of the study door being pushed open, King Jingkang got up quickly and looked over here. The father and son stared at each other across the threshold and the air.

Song Qing coughed: "Come in first."

Behind him, Butler Mo's mouth twitched, he went in and picked up the two crickets, put them in a cage, and carried them away.

His father passed over Master Song without giving up and still shouted at Butler Mo: "Hey! Old Mo, don't throw it away! I still want to play in a while!"

Butler Mo: "..."

Master Song: "..."

Butler Mo closed the door, and Song Shicai looked away. King Jingkang, who got the promise, turned to him with satisfaction, with the stove in his arms, and looked at him a few times: "Ah Chang."

Ah Chang is Master Song's nickname. This name was called by his father when he was very young, and no one else knew about it—later Song Shu found out by accident.Hearing it suddenly, Master Song felt a strange warmth in his heart.

It's as if...he really became the A Chang that King Jingkang said.

King Jingkang showed a kind smile: "I haven't seen you for so many years, and I have grown up so much that I dare not recognize you anymore. Come, sit down, and sit down and talk to you."

Master Song came back to his senses, with a strange sense of distortion—his father probably didn't know that the scene just now had a great impact on him, and he suddenly transformed from a cricket-fighting fool into a kind old father, although his father He can switch freely, but he can't forget it in a short time.

King Jingkang is actually not old. Most of the ancients got married at the age of sixteen or seventeen. Although his father found his mother when he was 24, he is only in his 40s this year. He is said to be a little old man because he follows the aesthetics of Zhou people. With a long beard, he looks very old.

The key is that King Jingkang is not tall. Master Song is 1.9 meters tall. Song Shu looks like a standard beauty, but his height is about 1.8 meters. King Jingkang is a little shorter than Song Shu, about 1.7 meters [-] , this height is not considered low, but in front of Master Song, he looks insignificant and a bit embarrassing.

So Master Song chose to sit down first, lest his father face the dilemma of relying on his son to speak.

King Jingkang's gaze suddenly became more condescending. He walked back and sat behind the desk. The old god was like a Maitreya Buddha - although he was not fat, he was wrapped like a ball. This description is very appropriate: "Ah Chang , this time your master called you back, there are some things, father thinks it's time for you to know."

Master Song nodded: "I know."

King Jingkang didn't need to call himself "this king", so he didn't need to be too formal.

Hearing this, Song Qing flicked through the book to relieve her tension, paused, raised her eyes in surprise and said, "You know?"

Master Song had no intention of pretending to be this b, so he mentioned it casually, and after thinking about it, he explained briefly: "You look in good health, you don't seem to be sick."

King Jingkang nodded, with a look of relief that "my son is smart": "Then why do you think Dad pretended to be sick? Instead of calling you back directly?"

Master Song: "..." I don't want to guess.

He already knew what King Jingkang was going to tell him, but what he should have shown was that he didn't know, so he shook his head calmly and decisively.

King Jingkang was not disappointed either. He stroked his beard and said, "It's okay if you can't guess it. Father tells you—you haven't been in the capital for a long time, but do you know the situation in the capital?"

This can be known: "Know a thing or two."

King Jingkang gestured for him to continue with his eyes.

Master Song: "?" Didn't you say you came to tell me?

He sighed, and weighed it in his heart for a moment. Since King Jingkang must test him, then he should cooperate. Anyway, it's just a matter of going through the plot: "The Song family is in the capital now, and they are struggling."