illegitimate child

Speaking of which, it was not the first time that the old matriarch was frustrated in arranging maids.

As early as a few years ago, when Young Master Luo turned fourteen, the old matriarch carefully selected for him a beautiful maid with outstanding appearance and gentle temperament.In fact, the matter of arranging maids should not have worried the old matriarch, but the head of the house, Mrs. Tian, ​​didn't care about these matters, and didn't mention them at all, so the old matriarch had no choice but to do it for her.

The pretty maid had just entered the drinking room with all her money, and after a quarter of an hour, she ran out crying and crying, as if she had suffered a great humiliation.

The old matriarch called the servant girl over for questioning, and the servant girl pressed her white and tender hands on her undulating chest, sobbing uncontrollably, her voice filled with tears: "Young master, he, he, he said that slave is a toad who wants to eat swan meat, and that slave Ugly, standing there will affect his appetite." After speaking, he became even more embarrassed, ignoring his disrespect in front of the old lady, sobbing.

The creases on the old matriarch's lips became deeper, he snorted and said hello three times, rewarded the servant girl with a sum of money to let her go, and then ordered: "Find a few more beautiful ones, I'll see if he wants to I want the Nine Heavens Xuannv!"

Even the few Young Master Luo who were looking for were dissatisfied. They either said that they had big mouths or small eyes. The meanest ones directly said that the girl had body odor, which made people sick.After crying several girls angrily, the matter was finally settled.

The old matriarch also recalled later that her precious grandson looked at himself in the mirror every day, and looked for him according to his appearance. There are really few women in the world who can catch his eyes.

No one would believe him if he said it, but he has the title of the No. 19 playboy in the capital, and he has overwhelmed many rich and powerful children to become a well-known bully.When he was [-] years old, he was still a child.

In the same ancestral hall, Luo Jinnian, who returned to the mansion first, knelt and staggered. When he returned to the mansion, Mrs. Tian had already gone to bed.Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and was lucky to have escaped, he met Zisu who was waiting for a rabbit at the entrance of his yard.

Luo Jinnian's unfinished breath choked in his throat, Zisu covered her lips and smiled: "Madam ordered, let the young master kneel until she is satisfied."

Luo Jinnian was overjoyed when he heard the words, is this considered punishment?He didn't know how many times he had kneeled in the ancestral hall since he was a child. If it weren't for the excellent stone materials used to build the ancestral hall in the General's Mansion, he would have been knocked out of two holes by Young Master Luo.

He happily walked towards the ancestral hall, afraid that his mother would change her mind if she walked too slowly, and she couldn't help but secretly rejoice, she is really my mother, she still loves me.

Just as he was kneeling and drowsy, Pengju tiptoed open the gate of the ancestral hall, making a slight creaking sound. After looking around to make sure no one saw him, he slid into the ancestral hall through the small door he pushed open, and then closed the door. cover up.

With his back bent all the way, he floated on tiptoe behind Luo Jinnian, and said softly, "Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master has just returned."

Luo Jinnian has practiced martial arts for many years, and his hearing is extremely sensitive. As soon as there is any movement at the gate, he wakes up, without turning his head, he said: "Just come back, tell me what to do, it looks like the young master ordered you to keep an eye on him."

Pengju was speechless, and thought to himself, isn't it you who told me to stare at it?The young master is really unpredictable.

"Song Ling, a poor boy from the countryside, won't enjoy a happy life even if he enters the general's residence. He doesn't ride in a good car and horse, he has to walk, he is petty."

"If you insist on walking in the middle of the night, if you are captured by a strongman, you will lose face to the General's Mansion."

Luo Jinnian seemed to have guessed what Pengju was thinking, and forcefully explained.

Pengju didn't talk to him, but just listened with his head down, listening to the eldest young master chattering and scolding the second young master.

But he knew it in his heart, this master's counting was wrong, he must not follow the young master's counting down, otherwise he would have to suffer a good beating.

No matter how the two young masters do not deal with each other, it is a matter between brothers, there is no reason for servants to talk too much.But these years he looked at the young master coldly, and felt that he didn't look down on the young master as he said.

Let's talk about Song Ling, he went back to the courtyard with Jiaozi, changed into casual clothes and sat alone in the study.

This is his habit, every night he would sit quietly for a while, recalling everyone, everything, and every word he met during the day.

When you encounter special words and special things, you will think more about it. Only by thinking more and more can you plan a thousand miles.

There's something really weird today——

Why did Liuluo want to meet him in person.

Although Liu Luo gave a reason, but the words did not make any sense after careful consideration.

Wait, doesn't make any sense?Song Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on the rice paper——

Because I want to see you.

He thinks that Liuluo will not say meaningless words, and her words and deeds should have hidden meanings.

If the reason given is serious, the meaning of that sentence should be that I must see you and hand over the letter to you in person.

Song Ling put down the brush, walked out of the study with the lamp in hand, took out the letter from the inner room, and went back to the study.

Take out the letter paper, there is only one sentence on it, [-]th, [-]:[-] noon, Huaihua Lane.

Someone asked him out to meet?

On the twelfth day, wouldn't it be the day after tomorrow? Song Ling stroked the paper. The rough linen paper commonly used by the people has a rough texture.It fits Liu Luo's description of Wu Niang's identity.

Why did Wu Niang, a woman who married early, ask him to meet?This matter is quite weird, but it is precisely because of the weirdness that I am going all the more. The appointment location is in the bustling Huaihua Lane, not far from the General's Mansion.It was noon again, so the possibility of ghosting should be ruled out.

But we can't take it lightly, maybe the sender had this idea, and deliberately arranged to meet in the downtown area, to let him relax his vigilance.Don't you see that the several assassinations that happened in the Li Dynasty were all in broad daylight, and the sufficient light can make people feel safe and let their vigilance be relaxed. It is this time that is the most dangerous.

Song Ling never forgot the assassination eight years ago, and never let down his vigilance.

Seeing the masters in the Shangfu secretly following behind, it should be fine.

For the moment he knew nothing of the messenger's purpose, neither what he wanted nor what he wanted to do.Knowing nothing is the scariest thing. Even if the sender really wants to harm him, he must know the sender's purpose in order to better counter and take measures.

It is not Song Ling's style to be timid and afraid of getting into trouble. Only by facing difficulties directly can he solve them. With the big tree of the General's Mansion behind him, why bother to shrink back.

Caihuanghuang's general trend is crushing all the way, and the ghosts and ghosts are naturally scattered.

After making up his mind, Song Ling carefully checked the letter paper again and again. It was indeed ordinary paper.Doubts abounded, did Liu Luo really just want to see him?

At this moment, he noticed the neglected envelope lying aside. He picked up the envelope and looked carefully under the candle.

No, the color is wrong.

In order to prevent moisture and insects, this kind of envelopes used by ordinary people often brush a thin layer of peach oil on the paper.

The peach oil is light and translucent, and the original color of the envelope is often revealed when it is reflected in the candle, but there is a part of this envelope that is obviously darker than other parts.

posted something.

Song Ling rubbed the envelope with his fingertips, and tore off a transparent film of unknown material, which seemed to be nothing special.

He carefully recalled Liu Luo's every move, and she poured himself a cup of tea.

Song Ling unhurriedly took out the tea set and made tea.

After the tea was brewed, he tasted it first, and then put the film into the tea.

The film floated on the light blue tea, and slowly condensed a few tiny characters——

When you know all the truth, you can come to Fengxue Building to find me.

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