illegitimate child

"Ma'am, hurry up and leave, Your Majesty is waiting in the palace to give you a welcome banquet." The eunuch who was listening to Xia Chuantian swept away the dust, and waited outside the handsome camp with a soft voice, as if to greet Tian Wan Blow soul tunes.

The long sword around Tian Wan's waist was three inches out, she was silent for a moment, under the eunuch's urging one after another, she pressed her thumb on the hilt of the sword and pushed in, all the resentment and anger that were about to show their sharpness were put back into the scabbard.Taking a deep breath, he opened the curtain and said coldly, "Wait a little longer."

Eunuchs are things that are neither yin nor yang, without the boldness of a man and the generosity of a woman, like maggots hiding in the rotten mud and only wanting to spy on the world with their roots.He squinted at Tian Wan, mockingly said: "This servant is rude." He bowed in an unbiased manner, then looked Tian Wan up and down, and pointed at the sword on Tian Wan's waist, "Madam has removed her armor and It's time to go back to the mansion to take care of the backyard, so let's remove the sword, so that General Polu won't have any quarrel with Madam when he comes."

Tian Wan remained unmoved, but the guards behind her were wide-eyed, and stepped forward, forcing the eunuch to sweat profusely, kicking his left foot and kicking his right foot back again and again.

"Your maidservant is sent by the emperor's personal order. Being on an envoy is tantamount to the presence of the Holy Majesty! Do you dare to do anything to me?" The eunuch is used to fighting against others, and the more afraid he is, the more he speaks, "Tian Wan! Tian Wan! Do you want to be beheaded?" !"

Tian Wan turned a deaf ear to it, and watched coldly with her hands behind her back. Seeing that the guards were really murderous, Fang said: "Come back, since you can't kill him, you don't have to put up a battle to take his dog's head. As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner. It's all about selling thin noodles to Song Yunli."

"Tian Wan! You really harbor evil intentions and dare to call His Majesty by his name, you..." The eunuch suppressed the urination in his crotch, but Tian Wan dared not touch him, and shouted again, with a sharp voice, which made people feel irritable.

"Drag on," Tian Wan said.

The personal guard responded, covered the eunuch's mouth and dragged him down.

It's quieter now.

The person who delivered the letter to Xiaokang County finally came back, Tian Wan raised her hand to signal him to follow, and asked around a secluded place, "Are you afraid of death?"

The messenger looked serious, put his fingertips on his thighs, raised his head and said: "Returning to the general, my subordinates are not afraid of death, but I am afraid that they will not die well."

Tian Wan was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "I will return to Beijing immediately." She paused, met the eyes of the messenger, and said word by word: "But I don't accept it, and I don't want to hand over the Polu army to the hands of wine bags and rice bags." , I want you to secretly transfer some of the grain, soldiers, and Zizhong to Xiaokang County.”

The sender was stunned for a moment, then changed his face in an instant, and finally gritted his teeth: "The subordinates are not convinced, nor are they willing, the general rest assured."

Tian Wan nodded slightly, patted him on the shoulder, turned and walked away.

The messenger turned around and followed her back until he was about to disappear at the end of the world. He gritted his teeth and said, "General, if you don't want to, no one can force you to go back!"

Tian Wan paused, sighed for a long time, raised her hand, and walked away without looking back.

She never knew what was waiting for her when she returned to Shangjing, but life can never go well.She never thought of going back alive when she set off, and she was limited to being a free bird on the battlefield, and when she was exhausted, she would sleep in the land where her husband and son were buried.

She couldn't get out alive, so she hoped to be free in exchange for death, and now it seems that she can't.

Staying in Liuzhou, refusing to return to Beijing, she thought when she received the first summons that although the Polu army had suffered heavy losses, the soldiers who had experienced blood rain were hundreds of times stronger than the wimps of the Li Dynasty.

The Li Dynasty experienced a catastrophe, and the national power was greatly damaged. If she stayed in Liuzhou, the court would never dare to force her.

But in Beijing there is still Luofu, there is also mother, there is also Ling'er, there are also sisters and sisters, the whole family, old and young, is tightly held by Song Yunli on her weakness, and there is no other choice but to return to Beijing.

When you come, there are thousands of troops embracing each other. When you go, you are alone with thin armor and only one entourage. Looking back at the sunset on the west side of the barracks, the blood-stained soldiers' blades are covered with a cold light, and the leaders beat gongs and drums to greet meals. It has nothing to do with her.

The horseshoes are flying, raising yellow sand, and those who have gone are far away.

The next day, Song Ling went to Shi Xiu's distance to pay his respects, and led him to pay a visit to the old lady, walking around the house and stomping on the ground.As soon as he walked out of the small garden, Shi Xiuyuan caught a glimpse of Song Ling's slightly trembling calf, and said loudly on purpose: "I can't walk anymore, I can't walk anymore! But I can't compare with you young people. There is a booth in front of you. Let's go and sit down." .” Saying that, he took the lead and turned to Shiting again.

The stone pavilion is built on the edge of the pond. The water in the pond is turbid and dark blue, with broken lotus root and lotus floating on the water surface, and the wind blows away a smell of corruption.In the past, the Tian family sent people to take care of this pond. She was in a hurry and couldn't arrange everything properly. The old lady was getting old and her energy was exhausted. She only had three or four hours of energy every day, and she could only pick up a lot of things. keep it.

The master above was not there, the monkey in the mansion became the king, and several respectable women played cards and drank with their heads, and there was a sudden chaos. Naturally, there was no one to take care of this pond.

Shi Xiuyuan leaned on the wooden railing, tsk-tsk said: "This mansion is full of grandeur and exquisiteness, but this place is decayed, the way of positive and dark and yin and yang, wonderful, very wonderful."

Song Ling's face darkened, and he quickly ran through the old women who were in charge of taking care of the pond in his mind, and stepped forward to apologize: "It's not my student's fault, I made such a scene dirty for my husband's eyes, please move away for now. There are still a few places in the mansion..."

"Hey, you're always in a bad mood," Shi Xiuyuan smacked his lips, crouched down on the long stone bench beside him, and tugged at Song Ling's sleeve, "What are you doing standing up, come and sit."

Unprepared, Song Ling was staggered and sat down passively.

He hasn't seen Shi Xiuyuan for a long time, and he has a lump in his heart. He is far less relaxed and casual when getting along with him when he was young. After sitting for a while, he felt itchy all over his body, so he found an excuse at random: "Sir, sit first, I will let the servants Pass meal."

"What's the message? You sit still," Shi Xiuyuan interrupted, raised his hand and pressed hard on his shoulder, and then retracted his hand when he pressed firmly. He looked at Song Ling with dark eyes, "You have been thinking deeply since you were young. , Whoever offends you is not happy, you can just say it, I am your husband, who else can you talk to if you don’t even tell me? Hold it for a lifetime, and take it to the soil when you are short of breath? "

"Ling, you are my only student, but you are the least like me."

Song Ling pursed her lips and said to herself, what are you asking?I ask you if you are from Emperor Changtong. Emperor Changtong instigated me to be accepted as a student back then?Teach me to read and write, and teach me the foundation of being a person. Is all of this under the instruction of Emperor Changtong?

If so, then how should he deal with himself, kill his husband who is also a teacher and father, or treat him as an enemy and stop communicating with each other, how can he finally meet again?

If not, then wouldn't his question make the master and apprentice feel estranged for the rest of their lives?

Song Ling himself hadn't realized that the basis of his entangled cowardice was that Mr. Shi would not lie to him, and he trusted Shi Xiuyuan without hesitation, almost regardless of the cost.

Seeing that Song Ling was still silent, Shi Xiuyuan stared straight at him, winked his eyebrows and made a terrifying expression, pressed Song Ling's hair bun and pulled it hard, and let go when Song Ling's temple hair was messy, and said in a vicious voice: "You don't want to know about me?" Relationship with Emperor Changtong?"

To Song Ling, this sentence was not a rhetorical question but a declarative sentence——I have a relationship with Emperor Chang Tong. His heart became cold, and he didn't even want to take care of his messy hair, so he got up and left.

"Pear Blossom Lane is a place of exile."

Song Ling paused, and then heard laughter again.

"I said you have such a temper, how come the bigger you get, the more awkward you become."

Song Ling ignored him and asked, "Mr. was exiled to Lihua Lane?"

"That's right." Shi Xiuyuan crossed his legs, and changed the subject to something irrelevant: "What do you think is the relationship between Emperor Changtong and Fu Yu?"

The relationship between monarchs and ministers, the relationship between mutual stumbling blocks, the emperors and prime ministers of all dynasties either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind, and they are naturally hostile.Ambitious emperors will always limit the power of the prime minister in every possible way. For example, the founding emperor of the Li Dynasty did a major event. The new Privy Council was established to set up the post of consul of the Privy Council to suppress the prime minister's power with military power.

Of course Taizu was the founding hero of the country, and the consul of the Privy Council was himself. The prime minister at that time didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of him. After working for a few years, he retired and returned home, and died on the way home.After the death of the old prime minister, no one dared to be that short-lived prime minister again, and the phase was suspended for more than twenty years.

But now this one is far less majestic than his ancestors, and at best he can be regarded as evenly matched.

But Song Ling thought about it again. Since Mr. asked, it must be impossible to be hostile again. He gave an answer that he didn't believe: "Alliance?"

Shi Xiuyuan glanced at Song Ling in relief, then withdrew his gaze and slapped his thigh angrily: "Damn Xipi, they got it right with mung beans, they are allies on the same bed."

Song Ling was stunned, not knowing how to react, but he was not one of those bums who insisted on finding out the truth about other people's romantic affairs, so he was only surprised for a moment, and asked, "So why was Mr. exiled?"

"Why don't you ask Emperor Changtong how he and his concubine met? How did they hook up? How many years have they been hooking up? You don't even ask?" Shi Xiuyuan looked at Song Ling in disbelief. Falling to the bottom, he kept a huge secret that no one dared to tell, and finally had the opportunity to say it, but the audience was far from the shock, astonishment, and no questioning he had imagined, how could he not be disappointed.

He propped his chin, put his elbows on the wooden railing, and said with a look of lovelessness: "I was unlucky, so I stumbled into their private meeting. This pair of black-hearted and rotten people randomly gave me a name. Go to Pear Blossom Lane."

Absurd to the extreme, Song Ling's eyelids covered the turmoil in his eyes. He actually saw Mr. Shi's words, nine points were true and one point was false. If it is false, at least it is found that private meetings are not the main factor.

Otherwise, how should I explain my husband's drunken life, dream of death, and depression?

There is another chapter in the daytime, I really want to finish it, Wuwu Bastard