illegitimate child

There is a tea shed beside the outer road of Wangjiang Tower, which was originally used by ordinary people to rest their feet. It is not a big place but it is also very lively.It's very quiet today.

Several servants dressed as servants stood guard outside the tea shed, separating the tea shed from the noisy crowd, forming a pure land in the busy city.

At this time, the snow was falling more and more heavily, and the snowflakes swirled down from the sky and fell to the ground, making a creaking sound when being stepped on by pedestrians.A pair of small dark blue leather boots stepped on the ground. The owner of the boots was a young boy. The boy stopped outside the tea shed and looked inside curiously.

Pedestrians passing by all glanced at the tea shed curiously, but their movements were concealed, or they were covered with square scarves, or they pretended to talk to people around them, but none of them were as blatant as a boy.The adult who was leading the boy noticed his pause, just wondering what his child was fascinated by, squatting down to follow the boy's line of sight.

His gaze passed through the human wall built by the servants and landed on the tea shed.

The original four or five tables and chairs in the tea shed were all removed, and replaced with a soft couch and a small ebony table.The ground is covered with a snow-white carpet, and a furnace of silver charcoal is burning in each corner of the four sides, which is as warm as spring.There is an ancient bronze incense burner on the table, and the cigarette smoke is curling up. The originally simple and dilapidated tea shed is called a place of gods.

The adults stared dumbfounded at the sight, while heartbroken by the burning charcoal fire, the snow-white carpet spread on the dirty ground, and secretly cursing the prodigal son.At the same time, I couldn't help being envious in my heart, which family's noble son is this, what a big show!

He couldn't help leaning forward and leaning forward, his eyes widened and almost fell out of their sockets.The little servant who acted as a human wall gave him a hard look, his eyes wide with anger.

There was a person lying on the couch with his head propped on his side, wearing a strong crimson red dress, the cuffs of which were bounded with white fluff.But the man's clothes were embroidered with large groups of gold threads into extremely beautiful peonies, like magnificent flames.

Some are budding, some are half-open and half-closed like shy beauties, and some are in full bloom, graceful and luxurious.

Adults are more and more curious, who dares to dress like this?He stood on tiptoe slightly, and the boy who was so tired that he was holding him almost fell down, and finally saw it.

The man's handsome eyebrows flew into his temples, and his lower face was shimmering, and the bridge of his jade-made nose was straight, diluting the femininity caused by the overly delicate eyebrows and eyes.Lips are rosy, like April Fangfei falling into the world.The red is bright, and the golden color is precious. Only this person can wear it so that it will not be overwhelmed by the guests, and it will be the most beautiful peony in Shangjing.

When the adult saw this face, his face turned pale, like seeing an evil ghost in the daytime, he took three steps back and almost fell to the ground, but then he came back to his senses, picked up the boy and hurried away.

It turned out to be this evil star!

Song Lingfu saw this scene as soon as he approached, and Tong Yu who was following behind said in a low voice: "Second Young Master, there seems to be a big..."

"Tong Yu, you're underestimated." Song Ling raised his hand to stop him from continuing, and then turned back with his usual expression, ready to change his way.The roads to the capital extend in all directions, so it is not necessary to go back to the house.

The sharp-eyed boy guarding outside the tea shed accurately locked Song Ling in the crowd, waved his arms and said loudly, "Second Young Master, Second Young Master, we are here!"

Because the voice was too loud and the movements were too violent, everyone around looked at Song Ling and talked a lot.Song Ling's forehead was throbbing with veins, he took a deep breath, his feet became faster and faster, and he walked a lot in the opposite direction in a blink of an eye.

Tong Yu tugged at the corner of Song Ling's clothes: "Second Young Master, it's really the eldest son, Pengju is calling us."

Song Ling said in a deep voice, "Forbidden."

There was a sudden gust of fragrant wind from behind, Song Ling's nose twitched, he sighed, and thought to himself, he couldn't hide.

He quickly adjusted his smiling face, turned to look at the person coming, and saluted.

"It's just a coincidence that I didn't expect to meet my brother here."

Luo Jinqing coughed and followed the words: "It's snowing heavily today, and brother suddenly came here to enjoy the snow. I happened to meet you. Would you like to enjoy the snow with brother?"

Song Ling looked at the remodeled tea shed, speechless.Appreciating the snow, meeting by chance, just right, how leisurely and elegant, but does he believe it?Luo Jinnian has always chewed peonies, and often burned qins and boiled cranes. It is better to believe that he came out to show off than to believe that he came out to enjoy the snow on a whim.

If Luo Jinnian and Song Ling traced back to their roots, they would be worthy of being brothers, they were both haunted by the word ostentation.Young master Luo is superior in terms of basic necessities of life, food, housing, and transportation, and the grand ostentation he makes with wealth and gold and silver is enviable and enviable.Song Ling, on the other hand, scoffed at the superficial ostentation, it was vulgar and understated.He likes to show his personal cultivation in every word and deed, every action, and his pomp is self-contained.

But if you say that, Song Ling doesn't agree, how could he be like that reckless Luo Jinnian?

As for meeting by chance, Song Ling glanced at the boy standing in the snow. A thin layer of snow had already accumulated on his shoulders, his feet and his insteps, and he had been waiting for some time.If Luo Jinnian hadn't deliberately waited here to block him, Song Ling would sincerely call him big brother.

Luo Jinnian embraced Song Ling's shoulders intimately, secretly exerting his strength, and carried Song Ling to the tea shed.

The tea shed was changed beyond recognition by Young Master Luo, and it was extremely eye-catching. Song Ling never wanted to sit there and be looked at like a monkey.But he was well aware of Luo Jinnian's dog temper, if he didn't follow his will, he would make a fuss on the street, and it would be even more embarrassing.

Song Ling and Luo Jinnian were deadlocked in place. Seeing the impatience in Luo Jinnian's eyes, they compromised and said in a low voice, "Change to a quiet place."

Luo Jinnian didn't insist, and called a few servants to follow Song Ling's footsteps.

A businessman who was walking away gave a surprise when he saw it: "The two young masters of the Luo Mansion are so friendly."

A student who had just come out of Wangjiang Tower looked at Luo Jinnian with contempt.

"It's not a close relationship. I'm afraid Luo Jinnian is bullying others. The second young master is lenient and tolerant." Before Luo Jinnian and his party went far, his voice was extremely low.

The businessman took a closer look, and saw Luo Jinnian and four or five young men forming a circle around Song Ling. Song Ling's face was pale, as if he was being coerced, and Young Master Luo was resting his hands behind his head, feeling full of oppression.

The more it looked more and more like that, the businessman secretly sighed, it's really pitiful.

When the group walked away, the student gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not a man! Zhu Zi'an dares to bully Mr. Song, let me contact my classmates to show him off."

Conscience of heaven and earth, Song Ling was born weak, his face turned pale, it is really uncertain who is bullying whom in the Luo family.But in the eyes of everyone, Luo Jinnian is a bully with teeth and claws.Even Song Ling and Luo Jinnian, who were born as illegitimate children, are a little more amiable in comparison.

The two of them didn't know what outsiders were talking about. They walked all the way to a secluded place, and after the young man had made sure that no one approached him, Luo Jinnian cut to the chase and said, "What did Qiu Chi say to you? Did he propose a marriage?" He always He is impatient and can't hide things.

That's how it was. A few days ago, when Song Ling received Fu Qiuchi's post, he felt strange. Although he and Fu Qiuchi had some contacts over the years, they were far less close than him and Luo Jinnian. Why did Fu Qiuchi ask him to meet alone but not Luo Jinnian? ?

Fu Qiuchi said two things today. He originally believed that probing was the main purpose, but now it seems that what really bothered Fu Qiuchi was the second thing, the matter of discussing relatives.Annoyed enough to tell Luo Jinnian that this reckless man is useless, and needs to find a smart person to resolve it.

I'm afraid it's not just as simple as discussing relatives, there are a lot of articles.

There was a sudden wind blowing by the riverside, and the sound of the hunting wind rang in my ears. Song Ling was like a pearl in his hand: "Naturally, I have said everything that needs to be said."

Even though Fu Qiuchi didn't say anything, telling Luo Jinnian was equivalent to telling Song Ling.

Isn't Luo Jinnian's almond-sized brain at the mercy of others?