illegitimate child

If Song Ling dared to say this, he was [-]% sure that Wang Qu would agree. The Wang family and Fu Yu had been hostile since Fu Yu came to power.Now, except for the Wang family, the major families have long been in a state of lingering death on the western mountain. Even the real situation of the Wang family is not optimistic. Outside Jiangdong, the influence of the Wang family on various places is negligible.

Secondly, what Song Ling and Shi Xiuyuan wanted was only the attitude of the Wang family, and they didn't need the substantive copycats of the Wang family to confront Fu Yu head-on.

Wang Qu nodded slightly to signal Song Ling to continue.

As the bamboo grove rustled through the wind, Song Ling would finally speak out the words that he had rehearsed thousands of times in his heart: "Because Fu Yu violated the virtues of heaven and bullied the emperor and ignored him. , the officials are in chaos. Fu Yu even despises the power of heaven and regards the people as pigs and dogs. Your majesty can't bear it anymore, and wants to use the sword of the emperor to punish this evil bureaucrat, and will inspire my master to promote the field law."

"However, my teacher has lived in the capital for a long time, and now there are very few followers. It may be very difficult and dangerous to cultivate the field method, so this junior boldly asks the old gentleman for help."

Wang Qu pondered slightly, frowned and said, "Fu Yu is not a son of man."

Song Ling's heart skipped a beat, there was something going on.

"However," Wang Qu said in a dilemma: "I admire the teacher's righteous deeds. I have heard of respecting the teacher Tian Fa before, but take the land as the public?"

Song Ling nodded, "What the old man said is not bad, exactly."

With a bitter face, Wang Qu went to the railing by the pond and looked out. Looking up, he saw the Xiaolian Mountains, which were endlessly swallowing clouds and mist. He said, "My royal family has existed for thousands of years. There are more than tens of thousands of clansmen scattered everywhere, and more than ten thousand hectares of land. If the land is handed over to the imperial court, it is the old man's consent, and the rest of the clan can't explain it. As the head of the clan, how can he be the only husband?"

Song Ling walked to Wang Qu's side and looked at the blue waves together with him, and said with a smile: "The old man is too worried about what he said." Looking around, pointing to the slender bamboo leaves fluttering on the water, he said: "This The leaves fall well and are impartial."

No support, no objection, Wang Qu understands, this is to make him a dumb person, a shrewd arc flashed in his mind for a while, and he said: "But if the Tian law is really implemented in the future, the old man and his family members will all be considerate. Weak and slender, 'the posture of willows, looking forward to autumn first'. First, I can't tend the fields, and second, I don't want to practice the way of merchants. I can only recite poems and make mistakes. I really don't know how to live in the future."

This old fox would not scatter hawks when he saw no rabbits. Song Ling snorted coldly in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "This is easy to handle. In the future, the law of the land will be greatly improved. Although all the land under the name of the Wang family will be handed over to the court in name, in fact it will still be handed over to the Wang family." disposal."

"Hahahaha, my little friend is quite a teacher. You really are a famous teacher and apprentice. Thank you, I am so thankful." Wang Qu's ability to change his face is amazing, and he immediately smiled with a bitter face.

After the matter was settled, Song Ling helped Wang Qu back to the bamboo pavilion and played a few more games. During this time, Wang Qu said courteously: "Little friend Lao deliberately told the old man that the old man is so righteous, but the old man can't watch the little friend suffer." Your Majesty reprimands me, this old man happened to have some clues about the smuggling of salt, and now the thief leader is being imprisoned in my royal family, when I return to Beijing, I will mention him on a mission."

What kind of thief, I'm afraid it's not your boy.

The two looked at each other with a smile and respected each other with coarse tea.

It was near dusk to say goodbye, Wang Qu personally sent Song Ling outside the second gate, Tong Yu had already got into a car and waited outside, at this time Wang Qu suddenly took out a piece of oil paper from his sleeve and handed it to Song Ling, feeling very sympathetic Looking at him carefully, he said, "Little friend, take care of yourself."

Song Ling was puzzled for a while, the mule cart traveled more than a mile, Song Ling lit an oil seal, took out the oil paper and looked at it, the light was dim, the paper was sealed with a layer of lard oil seal, and the characters inside were smudged by the light through the oil seal Like a tangle of black worms.An inexplicable sense of fear rose in Song Ling's heart. He raised his hand and rubbed his acupoints, and suddenly remembered the way Wang Qu looked at him when he parted.

--What's the meaning?

Shaking to dispel distracting thoughts, Song Ling checked the oiled paper over and over again. He knew this paper, and the folks had a common name - Thousand Miles Whistle.Traveling thousands of miles in a hurry without twists and turns, without fear of rain and wind.It is a special paper used to convey important news. Wu Yan and Tong Yu have used this paper to send letters to him many times.

Put one end of the oiled paper on a single flame and burn it for a while, until the end is oil-sealed, exposing the light yellow paper with dark lines printed inside.

After letting it dry for a while, Song Ling tore off the oil seal and turned it over to have a look.

A total of two lines of ink characters——

Roche family is dead

Ling Yi An Lemen

There was a sound of spring thunder in the sky, and seeing that it was about to rain, Wang Ju walked to the bank with an oil-paper umbrella, and said to the person squatting under the eaves, "Come back, that person won't come."

The rain made the umbrella cover rattling, and Luo Jinnian was annoyed when he heard it. He picked up a small wooden stick and poked the puddle under the eaves where the rain was accumulating more and more. He pouted and retorted: "I'm not waiting he."

Wang Ju sighed, seeing that half of Luo Jinnian's shoulder was soaked by the rain, he tilted his umbrella towards that side, and looked in the direction Luo Jinnian was looking at. The pearls hit the bridge stones and disperse and turn into smaller mist that surges upwards, and further away is the Xiaolian Mountains hidden in the hazy rain.

Being blocked by Wang Ju's view, Luo Jinnian snorted from his nasal cavity, smashed the stick in his hand, and scattered raindrops all over Wang Ju's robe, "I told you I'm not waiting for anyone."

"Then what are you doing?" Wang Ju stepped aside, even if Xiaojing didn't say anything, he knew that he must be waiting for Xie Mo. He was a short-lived ghost with a conscience, knowing that his life was not long, and he didn't intend to harm others.

"I'm watching the rain," Luo Jinnian put on a serious look at the rain, and imitated Zhang Xiucai to write a few poems, "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, the inn houses are green and the willows are new, and the night rain in Bashan rises the autumn pond..."

The corner of Wang Ju's mouth twitched slightly, he immediately turned around and walked away without delay, cursing in his heart, he was ashamed to be with such a brat who insulted gentleness.

The painting boat was still on the water, and Xiao Shuanzi was sitting on the bow of the boat fishing with a bamboo hat and coir raincoat. He looked at the shore from time to time, and seeing Wang Ju came back alone, he dropped his fishing rod and asked, "Brother Jing, is he still here?" We should go."

Wang Ju bent down and straightened the bamboo hat for Xiao Shuanzi, "He is waiting for someone."

"Waiting for who?"

"Stranger."

Those who should come don't come, and those who shouldn't come come diligently!Luo Jinnian felt all sorts of feelings in his heart, hopeful and bewildered, lost and ashamed, his eyes flushed, and he thought hard: Xie Mo, if you dare to lie to me, then me, then me... a lot of cruelty rolled in his mind. The method is hacking into pieces by thousands of knives, skinning the scriptures, and dozens of lashes, but as soon as I think of Xie Mo's silver crescent eyes, I am completely discouraged.

If you dare to lie to me, I will not talk to you again from that day on.

Luo Jinnian has never thought that today's farewell is likely to be far away, and the two will never see each other again. Like a child, he always regards what he wants as what he already has, and he thinks all he wants The person in question appeared immediately, and he thought that even if he didn't see him today, there would always be a chance to see him again in the future.

But there are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, how can everything go according to his wishes,

Xie Mo told him last night when he said goodbye that he will see you next to Qingshui Street tomorrow at Youshi.

Suddenly, there were more figures on the stone bridge surrounded by the rain, holding a crescent-white keel umbrella, wearing the same color crescent-shaped gauze brocade gown, disappearing between the water and the sky.

Song Ling's knuckles were turning blue while holding the umbrella, and the ribs creaked and groaned unbearably. He stared at Luo Jinnian's slightly illusory figure.

A person can only exist in one place at the same time in the same space, but at this time he was split in two against common sense, and half stood on the bridge calmly and nostalgicly staring at the most important person in his life—brother, lover, Family affection and love are all tied to one person, and every word and deed of that person will move his mind and thoughts.

The other half reveals all the darkness in his heart, and is roaring non-stop-he is the real blood of Luofu, why should you bear everything!Go up and tell him, tell him!His name is Luo Jinnian!Tell him that his father Luo Qingshan is dead, his mother Tian Wan is also dead, no one in his Luo family is spared, go tell him!You are dying, Song Ling, do you want to be alone when you die?Don't you want him to accompany you for a ride?

Song Ling put away his umbrella, and the torrential rain drenched him thoroughly. The raindrops gathered on his eyelashes and rolled down overwhelmed. He raised his hand to trace Luo Jinnian's figure carefully, and sealed all the demons in his heart. The road is bloody and rainy, and the sea of ​​evil is monstrous.At night, when I can't sleep alone, I turn out the demons in my heart and count the tears and laughter of the past, and I can endure it even if I think about it.

Song Ling silently mouthed,

Sui'an, I will never be a man again when I go to Shangjing, I swear to turn evil into a storm, you go, I will let you go, and the Luo family will also let you go.

The shower was about to stop, the sky was completely dark, and the remaining raindrops fell from the eaves and hit the tip of Luo Jinnian's nose, as if mocking his stupidity.Luo Jinnian held back his stomach full of anger, gritted his teeth and walked up the painting boat, his heart full of suffocation of being tricked, well, thinking that General Jing traveled all over Liuzhou, and he was actually tricked today!

Wang Ju poked his head out of the cabin and saw Luo Jinnian's eyebrows were knit together, his face smelled like thunder, and he was very happy in his heart, that brat will also be trapped by love one day.Taking a cup of fish soup, Le Diandian went up to watch the play, "Why didn't you come? I said he was unreliable, playing tricks on you, and you are the only fool who is a fledgling fool, tsk tsk, Still a man..."

Luo Jinnian is now a live grenade that can breathe. Wang Ju is not afraid of death to tease him, and suddenly he completely went off the air, rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Wang Ju.

Suddenly, an immature childish voice interrupted Luo Jinnian's movements, "Dare to ask...Dare to ask, is there a Mr. Jing here...?"

Luo Jinnian turned around sharply, and saw a small black boat approaching from the shore, a little boy stood at the bow, a piece of paper in his hand was crumpled by him, the boy was too timid to look at them.

"I am," Luo Jinnian lowered his waist and picked up the little boy, his dead heart began to beat again, he knew it, he knew it, Xie Mo didn't dare to lie to him.

"A young master asked me to deliver a letter to you," the boy said holding Luo Jinnian and not letting go.

Luo Jinnian impatiently snatched the paper he was clutching, shook it open for a closer look——

There are many winds and rains in the world, may you have no worries.