illegitimate child

Song Ling was ill, he was born with a weak body, coupled with the exhaustion of the journey and the deep pain in his heart, all the diseases broke out completely under Luo Jinnian's whip.

He had been in a coma for four whole days, with high fever every day. Luo Qingshan invited famous doctors in the capital all over the place, and the medicines and supplements flowed to Qizhuyuan Song. Song Ling was still getting weaker and weaker. When the young master who had just been found was about to die, Song Ling woke up.

When Song Ling woke up, the house was bustling with activity. He stared at the azure curtain for a while, wondering why the bird that called Dian Mao on the pear tree outside had not made any sound.Mrs. Song didn't care about him, she relied on the singing of these birds to go to Mr. Shi's place every day, and Mr. Shi had to teach people when she was late.

The birdsong did not sound for a long time, and Song Ling's mind was clear. He had already left Lihua Lane and was in the unfamiliar Shangjing.

After a while he heard footsteps, and two people were standing outside talking.

One of the voices should be Mr. Luo, "Doctor, is what you said true?"

Another voice was a little old, sighed and said: "My lord, my condolences, your son is too young, and this disease is getting worse again. If you don't wake up today, you will be in danger..."

Master Luo's voice was choked up, "Look again, doctor, he is still so small, so small, whatever medicinal material you want, as long as you can find it, I will find it." After speaking, he bowed deeply.

Zhang Langzhong was startled, he hurriedly took two steps to the side, stretched out his hands to support Luo Qingshan, "Your Excellency can't force you, this old man will do his best, do his best."

Lying on the bed and listening to the people outside, Song Ling didn't feel moved at all. He had a natural dislike for Luo Fu.

What he hated the most at the beginning was his father who gave him a humble birth and turned his years of hard work into naught.

Behind him was Luo Jinnian who beat him half to death with a whip.

He tried to analyze the sinister intentions of the adults with the mind of a child, and finally came to the conclusion that Lord Luo was afraid that his death would hurt his precious son.

The maid who stayed in the inner room dutifully took care of Song Ling for four days, but she didn't realize that Song Ling had woken up. He was not much different from being asleep when he was awake. He didn't make any sound at all, like a breathing corpse.

It wasn't until the dumpling met a pair of black and white eyeballs that she realized it belatedly.

The first thing that came to his mind was to squat down and look at Song Ling carefully. Song Ling had no doubt that she even wanted to lift her eyelids to confirm.After a while, the servant girl tentatively called out, "Young master?" "Yes," Song Ling responded with a vague syllable from his throat.

The maid let out a cry, and hurried out the door, howling, "Master, young master, he's awake!"

Luo Qingshan also let out a groan, and crawled into the room. He took a low stool and sat beside Song Ling's bed.This is the first time their father and son get along alone. Luo Qingshan missed Song Ling's birth and Song Ling's babbling. The first time he and Song Ling got along was after his eldest son almost lost Song Ling's life. Naturally, he didn't know that his youngest son had grown up in the soil of Lihua Lane into a little gentleman who used to put on airs.

Luo Qingshan asked nervously: "Ling'er, is there anything wrong with you?"

It's not polite to talk to elders while lying down, Song Ling wanted to sit up, but his body was as limp as noodles, and the place where the whip was struck was still burning hot, so he had to give up and replied, "My lord, I'm fine now. "

Song Ling was already thin and weak, but this illness was even more severe. He was covered in a snow-white undershirt, like a paper man that would scatter in the wind, but there was a glaring welt at the corner of his mouth, which spread from his collarbone to the depths covered by his clothes. .

Song Ling's skin is tender, and even a little scratch looks serious, not to mention the welt, which almost divides his whole body in half visually.

The corners of Luo Qingshan's eyes were sour, "Ling'er, I've already taken care of that bastard, and he's kneeling in the ancestral hall now. When you recover, I'll escort him to apologize for your sins. Don't worry, whoever dares to bully you in this mansion in the future, I'll give you money." call the shots."

"My lord, there's no need, I'm fine now." Song Ling sneered in his heart while guarding his filial piety, good and bad people made you do it, and fooled you as fools.

Song Ling claimed to be a smart person.

It is said that ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and he, Song Ling, is even more of a gentleman among gentlemen, and he has to take revenge every few days if he has a grudge.

Let's not mention Song Ling's superficial father's kindness and son's filial piety.

Luo Jinnian knelt in the ancestral hall with whip marks all over his body. His father had always spoiled him, but this time he was ruthless. Luo Jinnian whipped Song Ling once, and his father whipped him thirty times with ten times as much force. Luo Jinnian Kneeling straight, but he is not convinced in his heart, he is just a bastard.

There are several rows of memorial tablets densely packed in the ancestral hall. Luo Jinnian is a frequent visitor here, and he knows which ancestor's spiritual tablet is placed in which row and where.

There was a sound of opening the door behind him, Luo Jinnian looked back and saw that it was her mother, he asked, "Mother, why are you here?"

In their family, Luo Qingshan is a loving father, and Tian's is a strict mother. If a child from another family sees his mother coming in, his first reaction should be that his mother feels distressed and wants to see him.

What Luo Jinnian thought was that his mother thought his father was not cruel enough and wanted to beat him up again.

Tian changed into a plain skirt, took a futon from the corner and knelt beside Luo Jinnian, no matter how much Luo Jinnian called her, she would not speak.

The mother and son knelt silently for several hours, it was already dark outside.

Tian finally spoke, perhaps in the ancestral hall, her voice was somewhat solemn, "Jinnian, do you know what's wrong?"

Luo Jinnian had a bad temper, and said with a stiff neck, "I'm not wrong, that little bastard doesn't deserve to stay in our house."

Tian's sideways slapped Luo Jinnian's face, Luo Jinnian blushed a lot from the side, and his mind was buzzing.

"Why did I teach you martial arts?" Tian asked.

"Defend the country."

"anything else?"

"Punish the evil and promote the good, draw your sword to help when you see injustice."

After listening to his son's reply, Tian said solemnly: "Luo Jinnian, defending the family and the country, what are you protecting, what are you defending?"

Luo Jinnian felt that his mother's words were strange, swallowed the blood foam in his mouth, and replied naturally: "Protect our home, protect our parents, and guard the Dali Dynasty."

Tian scolded: "Luo Jinnian, I'll only tell you once, you remember, if you violate your father's innocuous family law in the future, I will clean up the house myself."

"To protect the country and defend the country, the people in the world are protected, and the weak and helpless are defended. Then what have you done? Use force against the weak!"

Luo Jinnian was shocked. His wife never said such a thing to him. He only said that he wanted to be loyal to the king. He murmured back, "But he is an illegitimate child. He made mother sad."

Tian slapped him again, blushing symmetrically on both sides.

"He can't choose his own birth. What makes me sad is your father or your grandmother. Do you think your mother is so narrow-minded and would argue with a thoughtful brat?"

Seeing that her son stopped talking, Tian knew that he had understood, so she stood up and was about to leave the ancestral hall.

"Father makes mother unhappy, grandma makes mother unhappy, why does mother stay here, mother, you go home, go back to grandparents' house."

Her son's voice came from behind, Tian's movements stopped, and after a while she replied in a voice that no one could hear: "Because mother is trapped here and can't go anywhere."

When Mrs. Tian was still in her boudoir, there was a lark she liked very much. The bird was wild and would often fly away when the servant opened the cage to feed. One day the servant got annoyed and cut the lark by opening the cage. It never flew again, and it died the day after the wing was broken.

At night, Luo Jinnian was released. He stepped on the moonlight and sneaked into the bamboo courtyard like a thief, and went into the back room on tiptoe to avoid the maid who was sleeping outside.

He walked to the bed in the dark, cleared his throat, "cough, are you asleep?"

Song Ling couldn't sleep, the long-overdue homesickness came out at night at an inappropriate time, Song Ling thought of the rich and fragrant pear blossoms in Lihua Lane, and thought of the muddy loess road, even the long-tongued woman was smudged in the memory Out of two cute.

He heard voices and knew who it was. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, not wanting to answer.

If you are a sensible person, no matter if you are really sleeping or not talking, you will make it clear that you don't want to talk to you, and you should leave in a sensible way, but Luo Jinnian is not winking.

Seeing that there was no movement on the bed, he simply sat on the edge of the bed and pushed a small ball wrapped in the brocade quilt.

"Xiaoza...get up, kid, and I have something to tell you."

Song Ling was pushed down on the wound, his painful face was pale, and he couldn't even pretend to be respectful to the culprit, "What's the matter?" He bared his head and said coldly.

"Well, I was reckless that day, I'm sorry kid."

"Do you kneel with your head when kneeling in the ancestral hall? How can you apologize to the little bastard when you come out of your knees?" Song Ling sarcastically said.

Luo Jinnian's eyes widened, and his face was red when he was told. He had never seen a child with such a poisonous mouth like Song Ling. After all, he did something wrong first, and he almost lost his life, so let's be poisonous. , "I'm sorry, kid."

Song Ling got annoyed when he saw him, and just wanted to send him away quickly, "I know, I'm going to sleep."

Luo Jinnian is used to hitting snakes with sticks. His eyes lit up and he said, "I've already apologized to you. In a few days, if Dad asks me to apologize to you in front of everyone, you just pretend to be sick. Do you understand?"

Luo Jinnian is the only son of General Zhen Guo. He has been pampered and pampered for 12 years, and he has developed a superior temperament. How can the young master apologize to a countryman in public, let alone lose face.

Luo Jinnian had his own thoughts. He treated Song Ling like a redneck who had just entered the capital and felt uneasy. He felt that if he apologized in private and said something nice, the story could be turned around, but he didn't know that Song was not tall and had a heart.

"Okay," Song Ling readily agreed.

Luo Jinnian was delighted to have solved a major matter, and he asked excitedly, "What's your name, kid?"

The only connection between Luo Jinnian and Song Ling was the merciless whip that day, and he knew nothing about Song Ling about the rest.

"Duyu, call me Duyu," Song Ling's face was hidden in the night and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Duyu, whoever gave you this word is so sweet. How come you have words at such a young age? Did your mother get it for you?" Luo Jinnian asked like a cannonball.

Song Ling lowered his eyes, hiding the surging emotions in his eyes.

Duyu, please call, curse me, let me always remember the shame you brought me.