illegitimate child

The emperors of the Song family have always had a shallow relationship with their descendants. In the generation of Emperor Changtong, it was even more bleak. There was only a sickly eldest prince under his knees. They almost forgot that there was an Eldest Prince, and the courtiers were afraid that one day the Eldest Prince would turn around and leave.

Naturally, there is no prince. We can't establish a prince who may not live as long as the emperor. A country cannot live without a prince.

Several officials who were not afraid of death once proposed that Emperor Changtong adopt several heirs in the Song family. Emperor Changtong was furious, and he beat each of the officials by [-] boards. Never hire.

It's not that he doesn't have a son himself, so why did he adopt someone else's family? Although they all have the surname Song, the difference is too great.

There have always been voices of step-heirs in the court, but Emperor Changtong has a tough attitude.

Is His Majesty going to let go?

King Anle paced back and forth in his yard, saying that no one has more power to speak than King Anle when he is an heir, and his father made his fortune by being an heir.

After going back and forth twice, he eagerly said to the boy: "Go and find Mr. Ji, and say you have something important to discuss."

"Forget it, you come back, the king will go in person."

Mr. Ji was originally a well-known fortune teller in Jianghu, known as one step counting a hundred steps. A few years ago, he was hired by King Anle back to the palace as a counselor. King Anle knew very well that he wanted both literature and martial arts. Wealth depends entirely on having a good pregnancy, so you must first consult Mr. Ji for any major matters.

This Mr. Ji is really capable, King Anle has relied on him to save himself from danger several times.

"Mr. Ji, according to what Fu Yu said, what do you think of His Majesty's choice of an heir in the clan?"

Mr. Ji is about fifty years old, with a messy goatee hanging down to his chest, a Taoist crown, and a Taoist robe, dressed as a Taoist.

Hearing this, Mr. Ji stroked his beard and replied: "Prime Minister Fu is not sure that he will never tell the truth. According to Yi Pingdao, it is likely to be true."

Wang Anle was very happy, the Song family had always had few heirs, perhaps it was because Song Taizu killed too much at the beginning, each family in the family had three or four more children and only one poor seedling.

King Anle is very talented, especially capable of giving birth, and has more than twenty sons. If he really wants to choose an heir, with the advantage of numbers and Prime Minister Fu's status among civil servants, the candidate for the heir is very likely to come from Prince Anle's mansion. If he wasn't too old, King An Le wouldn't mind being an old son to Emperor Chang Tong.

The more King Anle thought about it, the more excited he became. He had already seen his son's appearance in the future.

"My lord, then Prime Minister Fu has conditions."

King An Le was doused with cold water, and he said disgruntledly, "Fu Yu wants me to make that egg and meet Luo Qingshan with the stinky stone in that latrine."

This is also what he is worried about, who is Luo Qingshan, the general who is under one man and over ten thousand people, the number one celebrity in front of the emperor, it is inevitable that he will be bloody if his arms and legs meet.

There is nothing one dares to do, as long as the interest and temptation are big enough, King Anle gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you have any tricks, sir?"

Mr. Ji narrowed his eyes, "My lord's Dengwen drum hasn't sounded for a long time."

King An Le turned pale with shock, and lost his voice: "Is it really necessary, sir?"

The Dengwen Drum is set next to the gate of Jinwu. Those who have a grievance can knock on it. After a hundred sticks, they can go directly to Shengting.

No one has sounded it for nearly a hundred years.

"What Prime Minister Fu wants is a major event that can shock the capital. Otherwise, why would he take such a huge risk to inform the prince that His Majesty is about to choose an heir? Why would he help the prince? Prince, it won't be a big event if you don't pay enough." Mr. Ji said sternly .

The candle on the candlestick was half burned, and the wax oil flowed down the candle body and solidified on the candlestick, like cloudy amber. A spider was trapped in the amber, unable to move.

It was bright outside, King An Le gritted his teeth, "Then let Fu Yu see my sincerity!"

The little gentleman Song Ling has some troubles. He doesn't know how to get along with his new husband, or the sudden change of relationship makes him at a loss. From needing to be vigilant and guarding against the name of a mother who is only trying to save face, he needs to be sincerely loved. Sir, this span is really too big.

Song Ling felt that he must have been lowered in the ancestral hall, kneeling so simply, now that the energy is over, he is naturally restless, he secretly glanced at the dumplings that were embroidering handkerchiefs, hesitated and asked again : "Jiaozi, do you know what Madam likes?"

Dumpling's hand froze, she put away the embroidered handkerchief, looked at Song Ling and asked, "Which lady is the Second Young Master giving as a gift?"

Song Ling was more than respectful to Tian Shi and had no intention of getting close at all. Apart from saying hello every day, even the dogs that came out of Luoxia Courtyard had to go around, and Jiaozi didn't think about Tian Shi at all.

The eldest lady likes scriptures, the fourth lady likes gold and silver, and the fifth lady likes medical books, Dumpling thought silently.

"Third lady."

Third lady, what does third lady like, wait for third lady?

Dumpling's moon-sized eyes instantly turned to fifteen, and she was speechless for a moment, before she said after a while, "I don't know what the third lady likes."

Not many people in the mansion knew about Song Ling being Tian's student. If Tian didn't mention it, Song Ling didn't like to mention it whenever he met.

Song Ling nodded, and dumpling went to the study regardless of whether he was still in a daze. There were antiques and famous paintings everywhere in the study. Song Ling looked around and sighed. These things belonged to the Luo family, not just that, except for Song Ling. All the clothes she wears belong to the Luo family.

He came to Luo Mansion wearing coarse linen clothes, and changed into silk and satin that did not belong to him. Other people's clothes were far less comfortable than the coarse linen clothes.Song Ling had an account in his heart, and when he was the champion of high school, he would definitely return the hundreds of thousands of needles and threads that Luo Fu had spent on him.

If the elders of the Luo family knew that he would vomit three liters of blood because of his thoughts, their beloved second young master would still treat them as outsiders.

The next day.

Song Ling was walking on the way to Luoxia Courtyard, when Jiaozi's gaze turned into reality behind him almost burned a hole in his thick cloak, he turned around and said helplessly, "If you have anything you want to ask, just ask Jiaozi."

Jiaozi's eyes lit up, "Why does Second Young Master want to give Madam a gift?"

Song Ling had already guessed what she wanted to ask, and answered after deliberation: "Recently, Madam has taken care of me, and I want to give a gift to thank Madam."

Dumpling's eyes were filled with tears, and he choked up and said, "Young Master, Madam is the kindest person, and she is tolerant of slaves, Madam, she just can't accept it for a while, Master's pure and filial slaves are all in his eyes, One day Madam will accept the young master."

Song Ling saw that the dumplings would be wrong, and just wanted to explain, but all he could see were the two packets of teardrops, silently swallowing the words that came to his lips, so as not to interrupt others' self-movement.

When they were approaching Luoxia Courtyard, Song Ling told Jiaozi to go back first, and knocked on the closed gate of Luoxia Courtyard under Jiaozi's encouraging eyes.

There were very few servants in the Luoxia courtyard, not even a gatekeeper, so Song Ling knocked on the door and waited at the door.

After a while, there were small footsteps coming from inside the door, Zisu pushed the door open, first raised her hands and looked outside the door, her eyes were out of focus, then she lowered her head after a while, as if she just saw a huge person standing at the door, He didn't say hello or show courtesy, rolled his eyes and said perfunctorily, "Come in." It didn't look like seeing the young master in the mansion, but like meeting a beggar on the side of the road.

Song Ling has been sensitive since he was a child and wanted to save face the most. Zisu's behavior deeply hurt Song Ling's heart, which was not big enough for a bowl. , "Please trouble Sister Zisu."

Zisu rolled her eyes almost to the sky, she gave way to the door, and when she was waiting for Song Lingjing, she said in a voice that could be heard by two people: "Mudlegs really know how to put on a show."

Song Ling's self-cultivation was not as good as he thought, and he replied, "Sister Zisu's eyes are more white than ordinary people's. Could it be that she has some incurable disease?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Zisu's reaction, and went in by himself.

Mrs. Tian was sitting on the chair in the main room, when the maid outside came into the room and said, "Ma'am, the Second Young Master is here."

Tian waved his hand to signal that he understood, "Let him in."

The maid answered yes, turned around and left.

Song Ling was carrying a cylindrical object taller than others, wrapped in brocade cloth, and he stood still in the room with his head bowed to salute his disciples, "Mr. Tian, ​​student Song Ling is polite."

Tian was shocked when she was called by Mr. She has many identities. When she was a daughter at home, her father and brother called her Wanniang, after she got married, her husband called her eldest lady, and after giving birth, her son called her mother. This is the first time someone called Mrs. Wang.

Tian felt that her shoulders were a little heavier, she sat up straight and replied, "You get up first."

Song Ling took off the long strip hanging from his shoulder and held it in his hand, "Sir, this is the student's apprenticeship ceremony. The student has no possessions and can only make one painting. The painting skill is poor. Please don't blame me." That's what he said , Song Ling is actually very proud of this peony painting that he spent all night painting, and he spent 100% of his attention on the apprenticeship ceremony.

Song Ling's pride was hidden under the long eyelashes. He waited for Tian's compliment. Look, Song Ling is a thousand times stronger than Luo Jinnian.

The maid standing next to Tian took two steps forward, trying to take the painting, but she raised her hand to stop it, stood up and went to Song Ling to take the strip with her own hands, took it out, and unfolded it.

Tian's family was born in a rich and wealthy family, and she has seen countless treasures, and her eyes have been spoiled. She can see several problems with this peony painting with only a cursory glance. .

"It's really clumsy."

After a pause, Tian added: "But it's not bad at your age." After all, he is his student, so he still needs to be encouraged.

The word "clumsy work" kept echoing in Song Ling's ears, as if the cold frost in January had beaten Song Ling's petunia limp, he said stiffly, "Thanks to Mr. Meng for not giving up."

Mrs. Tian handed the painting scroll to the waiting maid, "Song Ling, I accept your painting, and as a return gift, I will set you the first rule, don't talk about words in front of me, sir, you are annoying. Don't show me too much, say what you want, there are thousands of thoughts in people's stomachs, I don't have time to guess."

Song Ling was stunned. It was written in the book that a teacher needs to be respectful and respectful, and a student needs to respect teachers. I have never seen such a way.

"Sir, students dare not be disrespectful."

Mrs. Tian annoyed him the most, with her brows upside down, she said: "Which school of sour Confucianism Song Ling taught you, everyone has read it in a roundabout way."

Sour Confucianism, Song Ling's eyelids twitched. This is not a good word. Although his mentor, Mr. Shi, is an incomprehensible person, Song Ling cannot accept others' slander against him, even if he is also a Mr. Shi.

He secretly clenched his fists, and for the first time he said with a strange air of not being so respectful to his teacher: "Student Enlightenment Teacher is an insignificant sour scholar, not as open-minded as Mr. Tian, ​​and he treats the servants under him with more courtesy." , not like a maid but like a master."

After hearing this, Tian was amused, leaned closer to Song Ling, looked up and down carefully, and said with a smile, "Song Ling, I'll take you for how much you can bear."

She directed to the maid waiting behind her, "Tell Zisu, kneel at the door, and ask her what's wrong, when will she know what's wrong and when will she get up."

After finishing speaking, she bent down and patted Song Ling's shoulder hard, causing him to stagger, "Zisu offended you and tell me directly, you are my student and her master, don't beat around the bush like this, I don't want to see a dummy, you If you break the rules, you will be fined to stand on the back for half an hour."

If it were another experienced teacher, he should be good at teaching the students. However, Song Ling met a stunned young man who was a teacher for the first time.