illegitimate child

The Luo family on Suzaku Street in Shangjing recently had a scandal, causing a lot of trouble. A few days ago, Mrs. Luo's wife Luo Tian single-handedly beat Mr. Luo who was listening to the music in the Bianjiang Tower to half-death.

Although Master Luo denied it again and again afterwards, only saying that he accidentally knocked his face while walking at night, but Lord Luo's family was not the only one in Bianjiang Tower that day. We all know.No matter which family's servants and maids can talk about Master Luo's beating, it probably won't be long before the whole of Kyoto should know about it.

When the grown-ups heard about this incident, they all covered their faces and called shrews, and it was rare for them to be grateful for the kindness of their wives. They did a lot of nasty things, but no wives said they would do anything to their husbands. Madam is magnanimous in comparison.But what exactly did Lord Luo do to make Madam so angry.

And the wives of the adults talked a lot. Three days after the incident, there were scattered noble ladies sitting in the window seat on the second floor of the Bianjiang Building.

"What did Sir Luo do? It made his wife so angry that she got into a fight."

"Even if Mrs. Luo has made a big mistake, she Tian shouldn't have done anything to her husband. She is still in public. She really is a daughter with mud legs. Even if she wears silk and satin, she can't sit with us. All together, vulgar." The speaker was Zhou Jijiu's wife, Mrs. Li, who was a well-known good wife and mother in Beijing, and she wrote a book "Women's Virtue Record" when she was still in her boudoir, which was favored by the current empress dowager. Personally nominate this book as a must-read for every little lady in her boudoir.

"What Sister Li said is that the Tian family really doesn't know what to do and is really vulgar. The daughter of a martial artist just can't stand on the stage," everyone echoed.

"Master Na Luo is also a martial artist. From my point of view, the two are quite right."

"Do you want to know what Master Na Luo did?" It was a woman with a horse face who spoke.

Everyone looked at the horse-faced woman, and the horse-faced woman said mysteriously, "I heard it's because of the illegitimate child."

After half a month's journey from Lihua Lane, the bullock cart finally arrived at Shangjing, passed the city gate and entered Qinglong Street.

Song Ling leaned against the car window in a daze, the bumpy road, although Su Di and the servants took good care of him, but because Song Ling was too young, he had never traveled far and was weak since childhood, the farthest was from home to Mr. Shi's private school is only one or two miles away. It is really difficult for him to travel hundreds of miles like this.

Song Ling's small face was so thin that it was only the size of a palm, and there was no trace of blood on his lips. The already roomy Confucian uniform hung on Song Ling like a sack.He sat weakly, his clothes drooping on his back, and the protruding bones protruded in a jagged arc.

Su Di was a little distressed, he smiled and said, "Young master, we have arrived in Shangjing."

Song Ling regained his energy, and lifted the curtain of the car to only reveal one eye looking out, and at this moment, he bumped into the strangeness.

The ground is paved with neat bluestone slabs, which is completely different from the loess road in Lihua Lane. Rows of houses are arranged in an orderly manner on the street. Standing on the street, you can only see one house at first glance, all of which are shops in the front and houses in the back. style.These houses were thousands of times better than the ones he had seen in Lihua Lane.

There was an endless stream of pedestrians on the street, accompanied by the hawkers' cries, it was very lively. After all, it was a child. Song Ling was a little bit excited when he saw the excitement. The more excited he was, the calmer he looked.He closed the curtain, turned his head and asked Su Di who was sitting next to him, "Uncle Su, does your lord live here?"

Hearing this address, Su Di shook his head helplessly. Along the way, he corrected Song Ling countless times. He is the master and he is the servant. He should not be called Uncle Su. Song Ling is very stubborn, and Su Di is not entangled now.He smiled and replied: "This is Qinglong Street, where the common people live. Your father lives further inside on Zhuque Street, where officials and their families live."

Song Ling pursed his lips, feeling that he had asked a stupid question.

Su Di is used to watching words and expressions, he said with a smile: "Your father also has several other courtyards on Qinglong Street, so there is nothing wrong with saying that his home is on Qinglong Street, there is another courtyard not far from here, young master, do you want to see it?" ?”

Song Ling looked at Su Di and said word by word, "Uncle Su, that's your lord's house, not mine."

He came to Shangjing as an illegitimate child, and he was also a child rejected by his biological mother.

The word "selfishness" meant that he would not be able to stand on the stage. As a child born without his father's expectation of his mother's blessing, he was the object of his mother's curse and an outsider in his father's family.

Naturally, your lord's home is not his home, and your lord's servant is not his Song Ling's servant either.

It took Song Ling three years to break free from the shackles of being called an illegitimate child, and now, these three words are branded on his face, so that people can tell at a glance, look, this is an illegitimate child, and he will live forever In gossip.

Tian was lying on the Arhat bed behind the screen, her complexion was not very good-looking, and her nails stained with the juice of the impatiens were gently tapping on the edge of the rosewood.

Mr. Luo was kneeling on the open space in front of the screen. He was eight feet tall, with a strong and powerful figure, regular facial features, and a beautiful beard hanging down to his chest. He was a very good man.

It's just that Hao Erlang's appearance is a bit miserable, his face looks like a dyeing workshop, with bruises and purple spots, his right eye is swollen and high, but he still looks like a little white flower in the wind and rain, which is very funny.

Neither of the two people in the room spoke, when someone knocked on the door, Tian's brows stood on end, and she reprimanded: "Didn't I say don't bother anyone!"

The young man outside the door kept complaining, and said: "Madam, it was the old lady who asked the younger one to call Madam and Master, and said that Madam and Master went to Panshouyuan to discuss matters."

Tian sneered, "Okay, you go back and tell the old lady, the master and I will go right away."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed a bowl of ginseng tea placed on the small table and threw it towards the screen. The teacup bounced off the screen and fell to the ground. With a "bang", it shattered into countless porcelain pieces. Scattered all over the place.A piece of porcelain deftly bypassed the screen and accurately brushed against Master Luo's side face, leaving a bloodstain.

Lord Luo was so frightened that he kowtowed, trying to knock himself out of a concussion posture, and shouted, "Miss, I know I was wrong, please forgive me, Ma'am, I really know I was wrong."

Tian stood up from the bed, walked around the screen and looked down at Lord Luo who was kneeling, "Let's go, let's go see your good son!"

Master Luo trembled even more. He hugged Madam's thigh and howled, "Madam, I really know I was wrong. If you want to beat or scold you, I will say nothing."

Mrs. Tian kicked Mr. Luo in the heart, kicked him on his back, and said with a sneer, "I dare not do anything to Mr. Master, did Mr. Master not hear the rumors that the General Zhen Guo's mansion raised a tigress?" .”

After all, I didn't care about Mr. Luo, and went to Panshouyuan on my own.

The ox cart stopped at the gate of Luofu.

Su Di got out of the car first, and then wanted to hug Song Ling down. Song Ling saw his outstretched hand and pushed back half a step. Su Di smiled helplessly, "Young master, come down by yourself. The servant is watching nearby."

Li Shen got out of the carriage and looked up, and was shocked by the building in front of him.

The various exquisite buildings on Luofu and Zhuque Street are completely different, it is simple and heavy.

The first thing that catches the eye is the dark gray wall, which is full of scratches from knives, swords and halberds. At first glance, it looks like a giant beast, and then there is the vermilion door with a copper edge.There is a plaque hanging at the door, and there are five large characters written on General Zhenhun's Mansion, with silver hooks and iron paintings, three points into the wood, just looking at the words, there will be chills on the battlefield.

There are two stone lions standing on the left and right beside the gate, with angry eyes and majesty. There are two yellow gates at the gate, like two sharp spears, not like servants but like soldiers.

The Mansion of General Zhen Guo is a ferocious beast entrenched on Suzaku Street, and the poetic and picturesque pavilions are separated from here. This is the fortress in the battlefield.

Rao Song Ling thought he had read a lot of books, and he was a cultural person who went out of Lihua Lane. He could barely be considered a well-informed man, but he was also shocked by the power of General Zhenhun's mansion.

His calf was trembling, and his palms were covered with cold sweat. In a trance, he seemed to hear Su Di and the servants standing behind him saying, look, this is an illegitimate child, and he will not be able to appear on the stage.

He turned his head abruptly and saw Su Di smiling at him.

Song Ling couldn't tell whether it was teasing or encouraging, he bit the tip of his tongue and straightened his back, walked to the gate step by step, and shouted at the two yellow doors: "Please open the door, the people from Lihua Lane are here!"

Here he comes, in the light of day.

The two yellow doors looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Madam ordered that people from Lihua Lane can only open the corner door."

As I said before, Song Ling is a man of culture, which means that he reads a lot of books. He naturally knows the difference between the corner gate and the main gate. The corner gate is for servants, and the main gate is for honored guests.

Song Ling's demeanor was pretended, he was far from the age to stand up to things, the demeanor he put on was like a paper kite flying in the sky, now the thread broke and the paper kite fell to the ground.

He turned his head and looked at Su Di in bewilderment.

Su Di stepped forward, grabbed Song Ling's thin shoulders, and said sharply, "This is the young master of the general's residence!"

The two Huangmen looked at each other, both smiled wryly, and begged for mercy: "The Su official family, don't you know who is really in charge of this mansion? The madam has ordered, and the brothers can't help it."

Su Di sighed, knowing that Huangmen could not be blamed, took Song Ling's hands like chicken paws and went down the steps to the corner gate in the southwest corner.

Song Ling broke away from Su Di's hand and walked along the wall. He asked, "Uncle Su, is it because I'm an illegitimate child?"

Along the way, Song Ling never asked about his father whom he had never met, nor did he mention his identity. He was just evading, escaping from his unbearable identity.

Song Ling's low self-esteem has melted into his bones, turning into a sickly self-esteem.

Su Di was silent for a while, not being contemptuous because it was a young child who asked the question, and replied: "Master is the best child in the world. People can't choose what identity they are born with, but they can choose how to live. You don't have to worry too much about your own life, Master." identity."

But still an illegitimate child, Song Ling thought.