illegitimate child

Su Di brought Song Ling in through the corner gate and walked through the verandah. Su Di walked slowly, introducing the buildings in the mansion to Song Ling, and stopped in front of a small garden full of plum trees.

"Young master, this is a drinking place, please don't come near here in the future."

Drinking House, what the hell is that name? It should be said that no one who has been to school for three days can't come up with such a name, Song Ling silently slandered.

Su Di didn't say why he couldn't get close, and Song Ling didn't ask, because he wasn't a talkative person.

Su Di only stopped for a while and took Song Ling on. Along the way, there were groups of maids and servants, all doing their own things. No one looked at them more. It can be seen that the owner of the house is very good at running the house. clever.

For the first time, Song Ling became interested in his own father, whom he had never met before. He was close to what kind of person could raise a foreign room for many years, and his son could make soy sauce and manage the family well.

Coming out of the small flower-filled garden is a horse farm that covers an extremely large area. There are all kinds of weapons and several archery targets faintly visible on it. Several people gallop back and forth on horses, like the free wind.

Song Ling couldn't help but stare dumbfounded. It was a boy. He stopped and pointed in the direction of the racecourse and spoke for the first time since he entered the mansion, "Uncle Su, what is that?"

Su Di looked in the direction he pointed, and was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the racecourse, and hurriedly said, "It's nothing, it's a very ordinary training ground, and the young master will come here less often."

After speaking, he hurriedly pulled Song Ling away.

Luo Jinnian was wearing a red riding suit, and under his crotch was a newcomer from outside the Great Wall, Wuyun Treading Snow.

He rode a horse like a red lightning bolt, pulling the rope with one hand and holding the stick in the other. He swung down on the horse's back, knocked side to side, turned up and down on the horse's back, like a dexterous swift, carrying In a thunder and lightning storm, he rolled off his horse, half of his body was suspended in the air, watching the ball rolling away in the horse's belly, he hit the ball hard into the blue team's net bag.

Seeing that the three sticks of incense had been burned, Hou's servant at the racecourse hurriedly beat the gong and shouted, "Time is up! The red side wins!"

Luo Jinnian got off his horse, and a servant came up with a basin of clear water and a water bag.

When Luo Jinnian was drinking water, he glanced at the small garden, and saw two figures, one tall and one short, flashing past on the path. He knew the tall one, who was the housekeeper of the mansion, and he had never seen the other small one.

He frowned, and waved towards the distance, a young servant rushed up to greet him, he saluted respectfully, and asked: "Eldest young master, what do you want me to do?"

"Go to Huangmenzi and ask if someone has come to the mansion."

The boy responded and withdrew.

When he came back again, Luo Jinnian got on the horse again to prepare for the second bow. Luo Jinnian drove the horse to the servant and bent down. The servant stepped on his feet and said something in Luo Jinnian's ear.

After hearing this, Luo Jinnian waved off the boy and sneered, "So it's that little bastard."

Several subordinates shouted from a distance: "Is the young master still fighting?"

"Hit!" Luo Jinnian tugged on the horse rope, and will deal with you bastard later.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the inner house where the female relatives lived. Foreign men like Su Di were not allowed to enter the inner house. Su Di led Song Ling to the annexe where people rested, and there was a big maid waiting inside.

Su Di walked up to Song Ling and said a few words to the servant girl, then walked to Song Ling and bent over, saying, "Young master, the old servant in front cannot go. This is Tang Yuan, the servant girl of the young master's grandmother. Let her take the young master in."

Tangyuan greeted her with a smile, and said politely: "My servant Tangyuan, I have seen the young master."

This is the second Luofu person who is friendly to him besides Su Di, but Song Ling has a natural hostility towards the Luofu people when he passed the main gate, and he really wants to keep a straight face and say nothing, but Afraid of damaging his image as a gentleman, he could only hold back his words dryly, "There's no need to be too polite."

According to the sweetness of the mouth, it should be called Sister Tangyuan here, but Song Ling is not as gentle and gentle as he thought, and he is very twisted. What he says is like boiled cabbage, which is not interesting.

Tangyuan didn't care, and led Song Ling to the Panshouyuan. There was no one in the courtyard of the deep house. She could see at a glance that the kid was very faceless, so she didn't do the reckless thing of pulling the kid away. Lead the way ahead.

Passing through the winding corridors and a section of stone road hidden among the grass, we arrived at Panshouyuan.

Tang Yuan led him to the door, pushed the door open and signaled him to go in by himself.

Song Ling took a deep breath. He knew what was in it. There was a biological father he had never met, a grandmother who was connected by blood, and a mother in name. They were all relatives, but Song Ling had a feeling that he was on the battlefield.

Since it is going to the battlefield, it is necessary to show the best state. He carefully straightened every wrinkle of the Confucian robe on his body. He meditated, and the master said: "A gentleman will shoot if he has nothing to fight for! And drink. The fight is also a gentleman."

Finally step through the gate.

Dizzying incense was burning in the room, and three people sat in the main room covered by layers of screens.

On the main seat is an old lady with white hair and childlike face, with a blue forehead and a cane in her hand, calm and majestic.

The old lady sat on the lower left hand of a strong man. He was shaking his legs and looked very nervous. The face of the strong man was swollen like a steamed bun. You don't need to guess and you know that this is the father he has never met. Seeing the father On the first side of the show, Song Ling silently commented, "Bear."

He couldn't help but wonder, would he look like that when he grew up?He was regarded as a man of culture by the people in the alley, and most of the credit was due to his face. Song Ling still cared about his own image, thinking that he would become like that in the future, his whole face wrinkled.

On the lower right of the old lady sits a beautiful woman. She is wearing a red dress with a light-colored skirt and a red double-breasted skirt embroidered with peony flowers. She wears tulle on her shoulders and hangs on her waist. A jade ring of excellent texture was pressed on the skirt, a set of red agate jewelry was placed on the head, and a red transparent bracelet hung on the wrist.

At present, the married women are pursuing elegance and elegance, while the young women in the boudoir are pursuing smartness and beauty.

But she is different, wearing a flamboyant red suit, as if the secular etiquette can't help her.

She just sat without saying a word, which also gave Song Ling a strong sense of oppression, not only because she was Song Ling's mother in name, but also because she was too colorful. Mr. Shi is not a sarcastic scholar, but his students are He looks a bit sour and Confucian, and he chanted the old rules and dogmas at a young age, and was meticulous.

Tian's unruly person brought him a great shock.

"You are Luo Qingshan's child raised outside, come up and let me have a look."

The old lady has spoken.

Song Ling first saluted the younger generation sternly, and then stepped forward respectfully, "Old Madam, I was born by Mrs. Song, taught by Mr. Shi, and raised in Lihua Lane. My name is Song Ling." It has nothing to do with Luo Qingshan.

The old matriarch struck the ground with a cane in his hand, squinted his eyes to look at Song Ling, and said, "You are quite courageous."

At first, when she knew this child existed, she planned to take it back and meet her to recognize her ancestors, so she raised her in a village outside, out of sight and out of mind. What good could a child raised by a rural woman do?

But seeing Song Ling today, he changed his mind. This child inherited her excellent genes and was as handsome as his elder brother. She wants to keep this child in the mansion to raise him.

"Go and serve tea to your parents." The old lady rubbed her crutches, and glanced at the couple sitting at the bottom with a little warning.

"Yes, Madam." Song Ling saluted again, and a maid came out with two cups of tea and stood beside Song Ling.

Song Ling picked up a cup and handed it to Gouxiong who was sitting on his left, and said respectfully, "My lord, please drink tea."

Luo Qingshan's excited lips were trembling. He first glanced at his own mother gratefully, then glanced at the lady opposite him with guilt, and finally picked up the teacup and drank it down. He patted Song Ling's shoulder vigorously, the excited old man Tears flowed, "Okay, okay, good son!"

Song Ling didn't see the joy and excitement of seeing his own father, he only felt that Master Luo's face was really an obstacle.

The big maid standing next to Tian couldn't hold her own, it wasn't like that, it wasn't like that, didn't it mean that she would send it to Zhuangzi after a good meeting? Did you admit Song Ling's identity?

She was secretly annoyed that the old matriarch suddenly changed her mind, and she was afraid that her wife's violent temper could not be restrained, and she would make an ugly quarrel with the old matriarch.

Tian Shi was unexpectedly calm, she watched Song Ling salute with cold eyes, and respectfully handed over the tea, Tian Shi looked at Luo Qingshan who was sitting opposite and sneered, took a sip of the tea, and threw the teacup on the table, Get up and walk away.

After her servant girl saluted, she begged for mercy and hurriedly chased after her.

Luo Jinnian came over after the bow and just happened to bump into his own mother coming out of Panshouyuan with a livid face. He stepped forward with a playful smile, "Mother, who made you angry?"

Seeing her son, Tian looked a little better, and replied angrily, "Who else?"

After speaking, he pushed Luo Jinnian and scolded: "Go back and do my homework."

Luo Jinnian looked at the back of his mother leaving, put away the smile on his face, stroked the riding whip hanging on his waist, and leaned against the pillar at the door.

The maid standing at the door saw him, and asked nervously, "Is the young master going to greet the old lady?"

Luo Jinnian took off the whip and held it in his hand, showing his white teeth with a smile, "No, I'll wait for someone."

The old matriarch and Mr. Luo seemed to have something to discuss, and after serving tea, he ordered a maid to take Song Ling to the courtyard where he lived.

As soon as he left Panshouyuan, Song Ling saw a person leaning on the pillar at the door. That person was somewhat similar to Tian's, only more gorgeous. If Tian was a lotus, he would be Peony, wearing a bright red riding outfit.

The first time Song Ling met Luo Jinnian, he was amazed. He was not very old, but he was already as dazzling as the scorching sun. Just standing there could attract everyone's attention, and Song Ling was no exception.

The beauty approached him step by step, her blood red lips parted, Song Ling couldn't hear what he said.

All I could see was a vague shadow of the whip, which was pulled down with lightning speed.

Luo Jinnian is not very old, but he has been practicing martial arts all year round, and his hand strength is no joke.

With a whip, Song Ling's extremely precious and ill-fitting gentleman gave him a Confucian uniform, and the ear-piercing sound of cloth leather was torn, revealing the snow-white inner garment he was wearing.

A whip mark spread from the corner of Song Ling's mouth, the exposed skin was ripped apart, and blood droplets splashed on the pillar.

Before Song Ling fainted, he finally understood what the beauty said, and he said, "Little bastard."