illegitimate child

At the same time, Tong Yu was reporting to Song Ling.

What happened in this village, mothers-in-law and aunts often know better than their own men, and they are even more extraordinary when they get together. It is common to catch wind and stir up trouble, otherwise there would be no such thing as a gossip.

Tong Yu squatted on a tree by the stream where the mother-in-law and aunt washed their clothes for an hour, and finally overheard some useful news.

"Ms. Wang Orion's background seems to be not very innocent. There are rumors that she is a girl from the building." Since he heard it, Tong Yu was not sure, he only used it as a rumor.

Luo Jinnian tapped on the table with his fingers, and after a while, he elbowed Song Ling beside him, "I asked Liu Luo to hand over your letter to Wu Niang. Didn't Liu Luo say that she was redeemed and married as a wife? Could it be that she is the king?" Lady Orion? If it's her, why would I hand over the letter to you?"

Song Ling's eyes darkened, and he turned slightly to avoid Luo Jinnian, and said slowly: "The women in Fengxue Tower are all talented and beautiful, and their poetry and songs are no worse than those of ordinary officials. It takes a lot of manpower and material resources to teach such a woman. It is immeasurable. Therefore, there has never been a precedent for a woman in Fengxuelou to be redeemed. There was once a young official who fell in love with a girl from Fengxuelou, and tried to redeem her with all his wealth, but failed."

"The king Orion is the remnant of Di Rong. In order to avoid being hunted and arrested all these years, he has been hiding in hiding. How can he have the money to redeem Wu Niang?"

"If Wang Orion has nothing to do with Di Rong, but is just an ordinary Orion, then it is even more impossible to redeem Wu Niang."

"Thus, the person who redeems Wu Niang should be powerful and powerful, so powerful that Fengxue Tower can't refuse."

Luo Jinnian touched his chin and nodded noncommittally, as if he believed Song Ling's words.

"Tong Yu, let's go, let's go and see the orphan copy in Qingyu Zhuang." Song Ling got up and ordered with a calm demeanor.

Luo Jinnian sat firmly in the armchair, neither asked Song Ling why he was going, nor mentioned going with him, but watched Song Ling and the others leave, and bit the corner of his lips when they disappeared.

He waved his hand on the table.

"Whoa!"

The porcelain utensils on the table were swung to the ground, smashed to pieces, and the broken porcelain pieces flew in all directions.

The ground was in a mess, and Luo Jinnian's face sank like water.

Didn't you want me to make trouble? Let me show you!

There was a young servant standing outside the guest courtyard. After Song Ling explained his intentions, the servant didn't say much, and walked ahead with a lantern and led them to the library.

Just as he was passing through a small garden, Song Ling's foot slipped suddenly, his steps were messy, his upper body was leaning back, his hands were waving wildly in mid-air, and he was about to fall.

Seeing this, Tong Yu took two steps forward, put one hand on Song Ling's back to help him stabilize his back, and hid the other hand in his sleeve, and quickly delivered a token to Song Ling under the cover of his clothes.

Song Ling flipped his hand to block the small token, and Tong Yu leaned slightly to block the front. He saw the opportunity and put the token into his sleeve without showing any trace.

Tong Yu approached Song Ling with concern, "Mr. Lord, are you alright?" A voice as thin as a mosquito came to Song Ling's ears, "There are three people following, one of them is hiding on the first cypress tree in the southeast corner behind him, and the other is playing One is a servant girl, and the other hides behind the well."

"There are already 16 people lurking in Qingyu Village, waiting for the command of the master."

Song Ling didn't seem to hear it, his face was pale, he held Tong Yu's hand tightly, and said in panic: "I just stepped on something wet and slippery, I don't know what it is." As he spoke, he backed away repeatedly as if thinking of disgusting snakes, insects, rats and ants.

The boy who led the way came up to check when he heard the movement behind him. He looked Song Ling up and down, turned his mouth, shone a lantern on the slippery ground, and rolled his eyes secretly: "Mr.

Only then did Song Ling regain his senses, let go of Tong Yu's hand and smiled apologetically.

There were no more twists and turns, and Song Ling stayed in the library until midnight.

Listening to the servant's report, the steward said with a blank expression: "Keep watching, don't let them run around, let them leave the village tomorrow, no matter what their purpose is, there is no need to investigate."

'Li Meng' didn't want to come to Zhuangzhong yesterday, because he suspected that 'Li Meng' had something to do with Di Rong, and wanted to trap them in the village and ask the master's whereabouts, but now he has realized that 'Li Meng' has nothing to do with Di Rong, then No matter what his purpose is, it has nothing to do with him.

At the end of the night, Song Ling stepped on Baoshuang, and Tong Yu followed behind. The two of them were silent all the way. After entering the guest house, the little tails behind them disappeared.

Song Ling's eyes flashed, and it seemed that Qingyuzhuang just didn't want them to walk around at will, and had no intention of spying on them.

Entering the side hall, broken porcelain tiles were spread all over the floor, and the curtain hanging on the window was violently torn off. She looked like a little girl who had been humiliated, huddled in a corner powerlessly.

None of the tables, chairs and benches were spared. They were rickety, missing arms and legs, and even a complete one could not be found.

The entire side hall seemed to have been ransacked by thieves, Tong Yu's body tensed up instantly, he opened his arms to block Song Ling behind him, and looked around vigilantly.

Song Ling patted him on the shoulder and signaled him to go out first. Tong Yu was anxious and anxious, but he didn't dare to disobey Song Ling's order. After examining the side hall again and again, he gritted his teeth and retreated out the door unwillingly.

"crunch"

The ground was covered with tiles and it was impossible to get off. Song Ling stepped on the tiles and walked forward step by step as if he didn't notice.

Bypassing a large screen that acts as a partition, a soft pear wood couch appeared in front of him. Luo Jinnian was lying on the couch, with a small table beside the couch, and a black boot stepped on it.

The other leg is propped up, the arms are pillowed behind the head, and the eyes are closed tightly as if asleep.

Obviously, there were no bandits or strong winds in the hall, and the mess was all Luo Jinnian's masterpiece.

Song Ling sighed, and said slowly, "Stop losing your temper, I'll tell you everything."

Luo Jinnian's eyelids opened suddenly, revealing a pair of clear gemstones hidden underneath.He has always been unable to hide his thoughts, and everything in his mind was betrayed by that pair of beautiful cats.When you are happy, it is so bright that people dare not look directly at it.When he is unhappy, he is dull, making people want to give him everything, as long as he can smile.

If it was anger, it would be like it is now, a raging flame, but if you look carefully, there are three points of grievance clearly hidden in the shadow of the flame.

He said in a strange tone: "Tell me, tell me what. Duyu has always been in Tancheng, is there anything else he can hide from me?"

"Don't you want me to attract attention? Look at this." Luo Jinnian stood up slowly, picked up a surviving vase and threw it on the ground, "Look at this, are you satisfied?"

There was another crisp sound.

Tong Yushou kept his eyelids twitching outside the door.

"Is it enough? If it's not enough." Luo Jinnian walked around Song Ling back to the side of the couch, stepped heavily on the couch, the weight of the force made the couch let out an overwhelmed groan.

"Add this too?"

Song Ling didn't say a word, just quietly looked at Luo Jinnian's flushed eye sockets, watching him vent his emotions, his heart felt like being pricked by a small needle, it didn't hurt, just a little astringent.

This is really annoying.

He took two steps forward to approach Luo Jinnian, wrapped his hand around the back of his head, rested his fingertips on his hair, and stroked it again and again.

"Brother, it was Ling who made a mistake."

Luo Jinnian knows better than anyone else whether he is soft or hard.