illegitimate child

"Ma'am, are the children all right?" Luo Qingshan crouched on the couch, not daring to look up at Tian.

Sitting on the armchair opposite the couch, Mrs. Tian held a bowl of hot tea, "Tap it", closed the teacup softly, glanced at the people on the couch, and said coldly: "Jin Nian is seriously injured, his skin I'm used to rough flesh, so it's not a problem. Qianyu's little girl wasn't injured, but she was so frightened that she came back and had nightmares for a few days, and asked the doctor to prescribe two sedatives, and she's fine now."

"What about Ling'er?" Luo Qingshan stretched his neck and asked eagerly.

"Ling'er..." Tian Shi sneered, put down his teacup and looked at Luo Qingshan, his gaze crossed, Luo Qingshan lowered his head unintentionally to avoid Tian Shi's gaze.

Mrs. Tian looked her husband up and down carefully, and she knew what she was looking for, she lightly straightened her robe, got up, walked around and said, "There is a small reptile mixed in among the attacking wolf cubs, you might as well guess who it is for. "

As soon as Song Lingfu returned to the mansion, he found Mrs. Tian and told all about the assassin. Mrs. Tian had investigated it in private for a long time and now she knows it well.

As soon as these words came out, Luo Qingshan raised his head suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his lips moved, "Big lady, I..."

"It's fine if you can't figure it out, but I still have something interesting to tell my husband. I followed the assassin to find out, guess what?", Tian stretched out his hand and cut it off: "It turned out that the search went to the other side of Xuanwu Street." She leaned close to Luo Qingshan, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Ling'er grew up in the countryside since she was a child, and has never been out of the general's mansion since she entered the capital. She really got into trouble with the nobles on Xuanwu Street. I don't know my husband." Can you clear up my concubine's confusion?"

The hot air spread around his ears, Luo Qingshan lost sensation in his ears, cold sweat flowed down his temples, his face turned from red to white visible to the naked eye, he propped up his upper body and struggled to squirm into the couch, trying to distance himself from Tian.

Tian stood up suddenly, took two steps back and said sharply: "Luo Qingshan! What are you hiding from me!"

Luo Qingshan was silent for a long time: "I didn't intend to deceive Madam, but I swore that no third person would know about this matter."

After hearing this, Tian didn't make things difficult for Luo Qingshan, turned around and walked out, when he reached the door, he chaired the door and asked: "Is Song Ling your biological son?"

"It's not for your own life, it's also for your own children."

As soon as this remark came out, Tian's heart suddenly became concerned about Song Ling's identity. Who else in the world could make Luo Qingshan willing to bear the infamy and recognize Song Ling as his own son.

She is not the same as Tian Wan, even if she is not her own biological child, since Song Ling has entered the gate of Luo Mansion and become her student, no matter what her status is, she must protect the students well, Tian secretly made up her mind.

"Madam, have you found out who did it on Xuanwu Street?" Luo Qingshan suddenly asked loudly when Mrs. Tian was about to leave.

"If you want to know, look it up yourself."

She rescued Luo Jinnian that day. Seeing that he was defeated, the assassin bit the poison sac hidden between his teeth and killed himself. He didn't give anyone a chance for interrogation. After examining the assassin's body, he found a tattoo on his left ankle. The rest got nothing.

She could only preliminarily determine which family had raised the dead man since childhood. Later, she sent people to investigate secretly for several days, mobilizing a large number of contacts in the capital of Tian Luowang's three families, but under the obstruction of external forces, only Xuanwu Street was finally found.

Tian squeezed her palm lightly, and thought to herself, I want to see who is behind the tricks.

Drinking house.

"Duyu, my throat is a bit dry," Luo Jinnian yelled domineeringly while leaning on the golden python pillow in a pure white undershirt, poking his chin.

Song Ling picked up a plump and round tangerine from the table, lowered his eyelashes, and put his slender fingers like jade on the tangerine, which was indescribably beautiful.Luo Jinnian was fascinated by the sight, and unconsciously slid down from the pillow, rubbed against the wound on his waist, and snorted, Song Ling raised his head to look at him.

It didn't hurt much at first, but Luo Jinnian noticed Song Ling's gaze and rolled his eyes, "Oh, Duyu, I wiped the wound, it hurts, it hurts, oh, I'm afraid it won't get better, brother, what if I can't make it through?" It's over, you have to take good care of your parents and pay your brother's filial piety!"

Song Ling didn't seem to notice that Luo Jinnian regarded himself as his elder brother. Hearing Luo Jinnian's cry of pain, there was a slight sadness on his brows, he put down the tangerines, and said anxiously: "Don't move around, I'll ask the doctor to come in."

"Oh, wait, wait!" Seeing that Song Ling really walked out, Luo Jinnian called to stop him, and said nonsense, "I remembered all the bad things you did to me on the Internet, and I was depressed, and that's why the wound hurts." , It’s useless for you to seek a doctor, this is a heart disease. As long as you listen to me in the future and don’t contradict your brother, it will naturally heal without medicine.”

Song Ling froze in place. He naturally knew that Luo Jinnian was using his injuries to make trouble, but the grace of saving his life was greater than the sky. He owed Luo Jinnian not enough, so he gave me a peach and repaid it with Qiong Yao.

"Ahem, my throat is dry."

Song Ling sighed and sat down again, taking out a new tangerine from the fruit plate.

After peeling off the tangerine's coat and removing the silk, the golden flesh was placed on a snow jade plate, and then a small silver fork was placed on it. Song Ling got up with the plate and walked to Luo Jinnian's bed and handed it to him.

Luo Jinnian was full of lazy bones, and at this moment, because of his injury, Song Ling was obsessed with being responsive to him. With a weak snort, he raised his arms with great effort, frowned and lowered his brows powerlessly, and breathed out from his nasal cavity. "I can't use my arms, please feed me."

His black hair was loose, winding and flowing on the lead pillow, and the tail of his hair was hanging on the edge of the couch. He had jet-black hair, a golden pillow, and rosy lips.The small face buried in the hair was cold and white due to excessive blood loss, and the strong and beautiful eyebrows and eyes added three points of sadness, bright and light.

Song Ling held the jade plate and looked at Luo Jinnian for a while, and finally remembered what he looked like, wasn't it exactly the same as the coquettish Persian cat that his fourth aunt gave him?

"Luo Jinnian, don't act like a spoiled child." Song Ling sighed heavily again.