illegitimate child

There is a wide horse farm behind the Luoxia Courtyard, with a radius of thirty feet. A small pavilion was built in the corner, and a cup of hot tea was placed on the table. Mrs. Tian rested her chin on one hand and looked into the field with great interest.

He spent half an hour in the horse stance, but for a solid person like Luo Jinnian, he might not be able to say that he should be grateful to Tian Shi, and thank his mother Yan for her kindness, but Song Ling is not as good-looking as Xizi, and even his physical strength is comparable.

The stick of incense sticking in front of Song Ling was half burned at this time. He was weak and rarely sweated, but at this moment, he looked like he had just been fished out of the water. Sweat trickled down his temples, and his eyes were burning. , the back was full of slippery, without taking off his clothes, Song Ling knew that he must be soaked.His legs were like two rotten wood, unable to exert any strength, and trembling back and forth unsatisfactorily.

The half stick of incense in front of him burned more and more slowly, Song Ling wished that a strong wind would blow away all the annoying incense.

His eyes were darkened, and he could barely maintain his balance by focusing on the stick of incense in front of him, but the more he paid attention to the stick of incense, the slower it would burn, and the small half stick of incense seemed to be burning for thousands of years.

Song Ling had never done a horse stance before, and the posture of the horse stance was taught by Tian. His photographic memory played a role. The angle and posture of Tian's horse stance were meticulously engraved in his head. , instructing himself to trace a pair of big characters on the four limbs that he had just installed, and imitated Tian's posture for eight images.

His body is too soft, there are many ways to make him relaxed, hands slightly down, legs slightly up, just need to adjust a little arc, but Song Ling is an axis person.

He imitated Tian's, and refused to be lazy in the slightest.

When the incense was about to burn out, there was a sound of footsteps.

Luo Jinnian was wearing a red exercise uniform, his hair was tied into a high ponytail, and one or two short strands of disobedient short hair were curled up disobediently, and there were four or five beautiful maids behind him, all of them were red. , some are holding refreshments, some are holding gold basins, some are holding brocade handkerchiefs, looking from a distance like a moving cloud of burning fire, very eye-catching, he walks ahead at the front, his beautiful eyebrows drooping, looking listless .

As soon as he entered the racecourse with a luxurious pomp, he saw Song Ling who was riding a horse. There were only two kinds of people that Luo Jinnian could notice. One was a beauty and the other was an enemy. Song Ling had both. Li is like a torch in the dark night, one of thousands of people can see his attention at a glance.

Luo Jinnian's beautiful eyebrows stretched out like peach blossoms in March, even Tian Shi who was sitting in the pavilion didn't care about it, and rushed towards the middle of the racecourse with his hooves open, like a wild dog with fleshy bones.

Tian knocked the teacup lightly on the stone table.

Pulled the rein of the wild dog.

Luo Jinnian turned around and entered the pavilion step by step, his attention was still on Song Ling, and he sat next to Tian's affectionately and asked excitedly, "Mother, why did you call him here?"

A few maids also came in, standing behind Luo Jinnian, Luo Jinnian picked up the pastry on the plate and threw it into his mouth, as soon as he took it in, he frowned slightly, a maid behind him handed the brocade handkerchief to his companion, bowed and bowed forward With his head down and his palms raised high, Luo Jinnian opened his respectful mouth and spit out the pastry carefully made by the chef in the house into the palm of the pretty maid. The pretty maid clasped her hands together to block the residue of the pastry, and bowed her body to exit the pavilion, for fear of staining the young master's eyes .

Another maid came forward holding a teacup, Luo Jinnian cleared her mouth, and then said coquettishly, "Mother, you have to punish this pastry cook well, I said that the family can only use rich honey, this pastry It's clearly made of sugar water."

Before he could change his voice, his timbre was a little soft, with a thin nasal voice, like a difficult cat.

Because Tian knew that her son had been turned into a full-fledged rich dude by the rich and powerful of the general's mansion, she couldn't speak to his behavior at this time.

Before Song Ling entered the mansion, Tian looked at Luo Jinnian and said that although he was not very satisfied, life was not impossible. After all, no matter how pretentious this son is, even if he is ignorant of fighting cocks and walking dogs, as long as he looks at Luo Jinnian with a loving mother Go, how can you taste something good.

Fighting cocks and walking dogs thinks he is lively and active, and he is innocent and unrestrained when he is ignorant.

Now that there is an extra Song Ling, who greets her every day, is polite, and with comparison, she finds Luo Jinnian dislikes everything.

Luo Jinnian was still babbling about that the pastry was not good, Tian Shihuo started from the bottom of his heart, stood up, raised the hem of his skirt and kicked Luo Jinnian on his chest.

Luo Jinnian fell to the ground and asked blankly, "Mother, what are you doing?" Seeing this, the maid behind her hurriedly put down the things in her hands, and frantically tried to help the young master up.

"You are not allowed to move, I want to see if it has lost two arms and two legs for this thing, so it can't get up without servants?"

Tian's pretty face was full of evil, squinting at Luo Jinnian.

Luo Jinnian had a bad intuition, turned over and stood up from the ground, approached Tian Shi, and tentatively squeezed her shoulder, "Could it be that mother also thinks this cake is not delicious?"

Tian choked, and after a while, she took two steps back and looked at Luo Jinnian up and down, and finally her eyes stopped on his face. Luo Jinnian was so scared, she couldn't help but stepped back and touched the side of her face, "Mother?"

There are very few people in the world who have the best of both worlds. Some are born smart but ordinary in appearance, some have outstanding appearance but are born dull, and what's more, they are neither smart nor beautiful, and they are first-class useless people.

Although Luo Jinnian said that he didn't have a lot of ink in his stomach, but his appearance was rare in the world, thinking of this, Tian suddenly felt a lot better.

She beckoned to Luo Jinnian and beckoned him to come up, pinched Luo Jinnian's face, and said earnestly, "Son, don't become disabled."

Obviously, Young Master Luo's preference for beauties is not groundless, it can be called a family tradition.

Luo Jinnian noticed that his mother was in a better mood, rubbed her face against her palm twice, glanced at the middle of the racecourse, and couldn't help but asked again: "Mom, why did you ask him to come here?"

Tian looked at his son's handsome face full of schadenfreude, couldn't help but tease him, hummed for a long time, and asked meaningfully: "What do you think Da Lang called him here for your mother?"

do what?Of course I got rid of that bastard Song Ling, my mother must have felt distressed seeing Song Ling repeatedly provoking me, Luo Jinnian glanced at the sweaty little figure and thought affectionately.

"Mother wants to set rules for Song Ling?" Luo Jinnian asked tentatively.

Tian smiled noncommittally.

Luo Jinnian was in a hurry. There was no reason for an adult to intervene in the matter between him and Song Ling. It seemed that he was afraid of Song Ling and wanted to use his power to suppress others. He wanted to win Song Ling openly and convince Song Ling, " Mother, don't meddle in the matter between me and him! This is a duel between men."

Tian rubbed the back of Luo Jinnian's fluffy head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and leaned close to him and whispered affectionately: "Son, Song Ling is my new student."

"I don't care what it is, in short, mother, you can't interfere in our affairs!"

"What? Students..."

Luo Jinnian retorted eagerly at first, but finally his voice became smaller and smaller, like a golden pheasant strangling his throat. His mind full of pride began to function, and after a long while he stammered, "Student? Student!"

After admiring her son's astonishment, Tian said in satisfaction, "Yes, student, Song Ling is my student." His tone rose, with a bit of pride.

"But mother, he is an illegitimate child, how could you accept him as a student..." Luo Jinnian said in disbelief.

"If you want to accept it, you can accept it. Why do you care about his identity?" Tian raised his eyebrows indifferently.

"Da Lang, I have a task for you."

The mother and son muttered for a long while.

Song Ling has noticed Luo Jinnian since he first arrived at the racecourse. Not to mention the grievances between the two, it is difficult to ignore Luo Jinnian's ostentation. The number one enemy in the general's mansion came in swaggeringly, Song Ling only paid a little attention, and then focused all his attention on his Zamabu career.

Until Luo Jinnian leaned towards him.

It's not quite accurate to say leaning in, Luo Jinnian just stood behind the burning incense and didn't go forward.

He didn't act like the hateful look that cats hate dogs, Song Ling didn't bother to talk to him, and just focused on walking.

The light breeze shuttled back and forth between the two of them, with the rustling sound of rubbing the fabric, and the faint scent of flowers passed by the tip of Song Ling's nose. His nose moved slightly, and he could tell it was the warm magnolia fragrance.

The breeze wiped away the fine sweat, and the fragrance cleared the mind. Song Ling gained another two points of strength, and miraculously persisted until the stick of incense was burned out. Blank, gasping for breath only by instinct, trembling non-stop.

"You are so hard to open someone's forehead, is this not enough?"

The voice came from overhead.

When the severe pain in his chest improved slightly, Song Ling stood up and looked up, and saw Luo Jinnian's unbeaten face at a glance, and retorted: "You can't compare to the young master, after all, you often do those activities of jumping over the wall and robbing people in the middle of the night, yes Much stronger than a scholar like me."

"Steal people."

Luo Jinnian chewed these two words repeatedly on the tip of his tongue, leaned down and looked at Song Ling with a suppressed smile, and said, "Little Scholar Song, do you know that I am not robbing people, but stealing people?"

A little bit of blush climbed up Song Ling's slender neck to his pale cheeks. He was a child born in the market, so he couldn't help listening to some nasty words. It was these two words that the lady yelled.

Luo Jinnian is an unscrupulous ruffian, Song Ling is a gentleman who loves ink and smells fragrance, and he can't accept such vulgar words. When he changed the subject, it seemed that he was afraid of Luo Jinnian.

This was the first time Song Ling bowed his head to him. Luo Jinnian thought this way. He was like drinking a big mouthful of barley tea in the dog days. The pores of his body were stretched out, and every strand of hair revealed joy.

He remembered what his mother had told him.

"Da Lang, I'll leave it to you to lay the groundwork for Song Ling."

Luo Jinnian has a bad habit of being a good teacher. At this moment, there is a ready-made opportunity for him to be the "Mr. , put on a serious face.

He stretched out his hand rebelliously and wanted to touch Song Ling's soft fur, and it would not be embarrassing for him to dodge sideways. In Song Ling's sight of the lunatic, he withdrew his hand, pressed his fist to his lips, coughed twice, and said solemnly: "Ling'er, why don't you salute sir?"