illegitimate child

at night.

For some reason today, Song Ling's eyelids were heavy after taking the medicinal diet. He sat in the study and fell asleep leaning on a book.

Luo Jinnian was dressed in black, with a black veil covering his face. He looked like a thief. He lay on the roof and pressed his ears to the roof, listening carefully to the sounds in the room. After making sure that there was no movement, he lightly Floating down from the roof, with a little tiptoe, it landed by the window like a civet cat.

He carefully pushed open the wooden window of the study room, leaned on the edge of the window with one hand and turned into the study room neatly, and rolled twice on the ground while supporting it.

He stood up slowly, approached Song Ling on his toes, took out a sack from the inside of his belt, put Song Ling in it, tied a bow on the mouth of the sack, carried the sack on his shoulder like the same method, and flipped out through the window .

Under the faint moonlight, relying on his familiarity with Luofu's terrain and his outstanding lightness skills, he kidnapped Song Ling out of Luofu without anyone noticing.

Luo Qingshan himself is at the edge of the sword. In order to prevent some people from jumping over the wall and using indiscriminate means to hurt their family members, General Luo’s mansion is surrounded like Tietong. A family thief who found out the change of guards in the general's mansion with unruly intentions.

After leaving Luo Mansion, Luo Jinnian heaved a sigh of relief, and disappeared on Zhuque Street after a few spooks on the roof.

There are four streets in Shangjing, Qinglong Street where ordinary people and officials below the seventh rank live, Zhuque Street where senior officials and nobles live, Xuanwu Street where royal family and nobles live, and finally the most prosperous Baihu Street.

Baihu Street is a large-scale entertainment base. The underground trading venue, Qinlou, Chuguan, Tavern, Teahouse, Inn, Casino, has everything you need. As long as you have money, you can find everything here.

In a certain alley on Baihu Street, Luo Jinnian carried Song Ling on his shoulders and landed in the alley. A man came out from behind the dustpan pile. He was dressed exactly like Luo Jinnian, in the standard house-robbing suit, especially Luo Jinnian was carrying a man on his shoulder. If someone saw him There is no doubt about it, the police must be reported immediately to arrest these two suspicious people.

Fu Qiuchi's voice was extremely low, "Did you really bring him out? Did anyone see him on the road?"

"I gave him sweat medicine for the whole yard. It took ten taels of gold and the effect was extraordinary. I didn't wake up after all this tossing." Luo Jinnian put down the sack, rubbed his sore shoulders and said proudly.

Song Ling was born like a kitten, and he weighed no more than two, but he couldn't take it anymore after running for so long.

After throwing Song Ling down, Luo Jinnian jumped onto the roof of the alley, and Fu Qiuchi fell beside him.

"Let's go back to sleep, I'll be with you for most of the night, the young master is sleepy."

Fu Qiuchi yawned lazily and just turned around, his forearm was tightly grasped, he turned around and asked helplessly, "What else can I do?"

"I can't go. When he wakes up and finds himself in this unfamiliar place, he will definitely cry. We happen to be watching a movie. We can use this as an excuse to threaten him in the future and let him know who is in charge of the house."

Fu Qiuchi raised his forehead, "Stop, stop talking, are you planning to scare him and take him back?"

"Who told me to let this kid live outside, be poor and be a beggar for the rest of his life?"

"I didn't mean that, I just wanted to see how this kid who pretended to be crying." Luo Jinnian retorted, raising his voice and poking his neck.

Suddenly, Luo Jinnian heard a slight rubbing sound coming from the alley, he grabbed Fu Qiuchi, hid behind the chimney with his arms around his waist, and looked into the alley with bright eyes.

Fu Qiuchi withdrew his hand silently, thinking, this guy really insulted the word dude.

Song Ling was stunned for a moment when he woke up. After a while, he stood up and looked at the environment he was in. The surrounding was not a study room, but a strange alley. Through the moonlight, he could clearly see that there were many sundries piled up beside him. He glanced at the sacks piled up beside him and the three-foot-long cloth strips that fell on the ground.

Picking up the strip of cloth on the ground, it is fine silk, as if it was cut directly from a complete piece of silk and satin, what a big handwriting.

Song Ling rubbed the silk in his hand, and in a flash he understood why he was here.

"Luo Jinnian."

He suddenly shouted, and his cold voice echoed in the alley.

Luo Jinnian on the roof almost jumped up, this kid has become a genius, can you guess that?

Fortunately, he was so determined that he didn't jump directly, and Luo Jinnian breathed even more lightly.

No one in the alley responded and Song Ling stopped shouting. He was sure that Luo Jinnian would be there. With his naive and arrogant character, he would never leave Song Ling here alone. Maybe he was waiting in a corner to see him make a fool of himself.

He waited for many days for Luo Jinnian's counterattack. He didn't believe that Luo Jinnian would suffer from being dumb without saying a word. He thought of many ways for Luo Jinnian to take revenge, but he didn't expect him to be so naive.

Outside, a watchman knocked on his clapper, which rang three times.

He is not familiar with Shangjing, it is impossible to go back by himself, and it is very dangerous for a child to go out alone at night, the best way to deal with it right now is to stay where he is and wait.

When Luo Jinnian exhausted his patience and showed up, if he guessed wrong that Luo Jinnian had already left, then wait, wait until the sky is bright for two hours before going out.

Song Ling calmly analyzed the current situation, and quickly came up with the best way to deal with it. He opened the sack and spread it on the ground, lifted his robe and sat upright, like a sculpture.

After sitting for a while, the sound of messy footsteps sounded not far away, from far to near.

Song Ling's first reaction was to see where he could hide, but he couldn't find it after searching around, so he gave up immediately, stood up and looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound.

A few blurred figures appeared in the line of sight, and only the faint moonlight at night was not very good. Song Ling could see clearly when they approached.

There are four people in total, the leader is a son, and the three behind him are like servants.

As soon as these people appeared, Luo Jinnian claimed the leader, Song Zhicai, the concubine son of King Anle, a bully who relied on his family's power to bully men and women. One is that his family is quite powerful, and the other is that this person is always a bully. The powerful people in Beijing never provoke them, and they try to catch ordinary people and businessmen with no background to bully them.

Those who were able to deal with him didn't bother to take care of him because they didn't do anything wrong to him, and the real sufferer was afraid of his family's power and dared not speak out.

If it's just like this, it's fine, this guy still has a hobby, he likes young children, and dozens of boys and girls have died in his hands these years, and Song Ling is a cedar on a cliff, a pearl left in the deep sea, who met Song Zhicai and so on. A rotten person is like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

Luo Jinnian cursed secretly, "Damn it, I wanted to jump down, but Fu Qiuchi next to him pulled him, and said in a low voice: "Don't you want to see that kid make a fool of yourself? Now is a good opportunity, so why not wait, anyway, there are us Now, he can't suffer."

Luo Jinnian's toes that poked out retracted instantly.

Song Zhicai was wearing a novel brocade robe and a jade crown on his head. It was already autumn and it was night. He was still holding a useless folding fan.

He had a pair of narrow eyes, the tails of which hung high, his upper eyelids were a little swollen, his eyes were cloudy, and the face was covered with powder to cover up his already pale face, which was bloodless, like a paper puppet sold in a longevity shop. The red rouge, I don't know if I applied it myself or rubbed it on some flower lady.

Song Ling saw him, and the man naturally saw Song Ling too. His eyes greedily fixed on the red marks on Song Ling's neck that had been rubbed out at some point, and he pressed on step by step without saying a word.

His eyes were fixed, like a snake with its mouth open and spitting out venom.

When he was within one step of Song Ling, the three servants behind him stopped moving and stood in three different directions tacitly, surrounding Song Ling like horns.

The man leaned forward, and leaned against Song Ling's neck, opening and closing the wings of his nose greedily, "Little lady, why are you here alone?" The voice was smooth and long.

The moment he approached, Song Ling could smell the pungent smell of powder and the faint smell of blood.

Frowning, she backed away and opened the distance, and said calmly, "I'm not a little lady."

The man's eyes made him feel uncomfortable instinctively, the malice in the man's eyes almost turned into substance, and there was an emotion that Song Ling couldn't understand, like the rotten sludge buried at the bottom of the pond, or like a dead man who had been dead for many days Fish, it stinks badly.

Song Ling is still young after all, and when he gets older, he will understand that it is desire, the most primitive impulse.

Song Ling took a step back and then took a step forward until he was forced to retreat, Song Zhi grabbed Song Ling, wrapped his arms around his waist and locked him tightly in his arms, buried his head between Song Ling's shoulders and neck, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick him back and forth. He said, tracing Song Ling's body curve with one hand, ready to poke in from the belt at any time.

Song Ling's pupils constricted, and the smelly baby fluid and the disgusting feeling on his neck made his hairs stand on end. Song Ling pushed him hard, but didn't push him away.

"My dear, you smell so delicious."

Song Ling kept struggling, but the man was getting tighter and tighter. Besides this man, there were three servants in the alley, and they couldn't escape at all.

The few struggles just now took up a lot of Song Ling's strength. He kept panting, and Song Zhicai became more excited when he heard Song Ling's panting, and pressed Song Ling to the ground even more forcefully. Breaking apart Song Ling's legs, one leg was stuck in the middle, the tongue curled up the small ears, and the birth fluid dripped on Song Ling's clothes.

Song Ling felt a hard object pressing against his leg. He also had this object himself. He finally understood what happened to the man who was pressing on him. It turned out that he was in heat.

One of the servants smiled rudely, "The young master is in such a good mood today, do you intend to punish this lovely person on the spot?"

Song Zhicai didn't speak, he was already dazzled by lust, and beauty is the spirit of deceit.

"My father is Luo Qingshan."

Song Zhicai paused, and the movements of his hands became more intense. Of course Luo Qingshan knew, let alone Luo Qingshan's son when he was sober, he would even smile with Luo's dog. He drank a lot of wine in the Fengguan, drank two taels of rice wine, and met a beauty like Song Ling, not to mention Luo Qingshan's son or the Jade Emperor's son, he dared to do it, it would be better to say that he was even more excited

Taking advantage of his blank moment, Song Ling quietly held the jade hairpin pinned to his head with his right hand. He was sure that Luo Jinnian was nearby, but if he was not there, or just watched coldly, then Song Ling would never Stand still.

"Song Zhicai, you're fucking bored." Luo Jinnian finally couldn't help it, and rushed out.

Song Ling heard a loud shout from above his head, and someone fell from the roof, grabbed Song Zhicai's collar with one hand and threw him flying.

"Song Zhicai, you blind dog-eyed thing, you got it on our Luo family! You want to die!"

While talking, he rushed towards Song Zhicai who was lying on the ground and the boy who was helping him, like a raging lion.

Song Ling let go of his tightly clenched right hand, the palm of which was slippery with sweat.

Someone stood next to him at some point, Song Ling didn't bother to look, and straightened the scattered clothes and stood up.

Fu Qiuchi secretly looked at Song Ling's peaceful side face, and he was secretly stunned, "As far as this psychological quality is concerned, this idiot Luo Jinnian really can't beat his younger brother."

Song Ling bypassed the group of people and walked out of the alley.

Song Zhicai's body had already been hollowed out by wine and sex. Where was Luo Jinnian's opponent? He was beaten up with the servant and ran away, yelling non-stop, sometimes begging for mercy, sometimes threatening.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Zhicai was lying on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and Luo Jinnian was also holding on to the wall, panting continuously.

Song Ling came in at this time. He found a stone the size of a head somewhere, held it with both hands, and walked towards Song Zhicai who was lying on the ground step by step.

"Boom."

The stone collided with the hard skull.

Song Ling used all his strength to hit Song Zhicai's head down again and again. Song Ling was disgusted and angry, but he had no fear.

Warm blood splashed on Song Ling's face, and some of it seeped into his eyes, stained with blood.

The arc of Song Zhicai's struggle became smaller and smaller, and he gradually stopped moving. His face was bloody and bloody, and he couldn't tell which was his nose and which was his eyes.

Song Ling threw away the blood-stained stone, walked over to the stunned Luo Jinnian, lifted his robe to wipe his hands, and asked, "Luo Jinnian, you brought me out."

is an affirmative sentence.

Luo Jinnian let him act, he has not recovered from the shock, Young Master Luo has an unspeakable problem, his father is the general of Zhen Guo, and his mother is a tiger girl of the general family. The young master is a dizzy fool.

"That man was also beaten by you." After wiping his hands, Song Ling pointed at Song Zhicai who was lying on the ground lifeless.

Looking at Song Zhicai's miserable state, Luo Jin retorted subconsciously, "No, it wasn't me, it was you who smashed it."

Song Ling raised his head and smiled, with the corners of his mouth upturned, "It was my elder brother who made the move first. When my younger brother saw this, he was afraid that his elder brother would suffer a disadvantage and helped him."

Luo Jinnian felt wronged, pinched his nose and said, "What I told you is right."

He just stared at Song Ling who was smiling brightly, there was a drop of red in the corner of Song Ling's eyes, the red was bewitching, and his heart was beating uncontrollably. The beauty is intoxicating.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, the servant who was lying on the ground hurriedly lifted up the ugly Song Zhicai and fled without even daring to say a harsh word.