illegitimate child

Song Ling didn't know the complicated emotions in Luo Jinnian's heart, and his focus was on another matter.

Used by the Imperial City Forbidden Army?

Du Shaoshang's errand was to guard the Nancheng arsenal of the guards. Is there any connection between the two?

Did Du Shaoshang die at the hands of the pro-jun?Did the army have an inner ghost, or Du Shaoshang stole it privately?

Song Ling pondered for a moment, and then told the news that Du Shaoshang had guarded the arsenal.He planned to visit the Nancheng Armory, but ordinary people couldn't get in. Since Luo Jinnian was familiar with Zhang Pingyue, he might have a way.

Du Shaoshang, the collusion between the Du family and Di Rong is only his speculation so far, and there is no substantive evidence.And if Du Shaoshang really took advantage of his position to cheat, there must be clues left in the Nancheng arsenal.

Luo Jinnian understood Song Ling's meaning in an instant, but asking him to ask Zhang Pingyue to do something was tantamount to sending him to his door to be humiliated.

Zhang Pingyue's grandson waited for him holding his bad farts, not to mention all kinds of difficulties, just talking about face, he would not be able to pass it!

Song Ling didn't know that Luo Jinnian and Zhang Pingyue were on holiday, but when he saw Luo Jinnian's face, he understood three points, and said considerately: "Brother, don't be in trouble. Zhang Pingyue's reputation as domineering spreads all over the capital. I'm afraid it's not easy to get along with him. Brother is an upright man. Naturally, we are not traveling with him, and we can find another way."

Luo Jinnian's eyelids twitched violently, does this mean that I am not as good as Zhang Pingyue?I'm afraid of him?Who can be more domineering than me?

The hesitation in his heart was severely suppressed by a mouthful of fighting spirit, and he said almost nonchalantly: "It's on me, you just need to rest assured. No matter how arrogant Zhang Pingyue is, he will lose three points when he sees me. You And wait, let you take a good look at your elder brother's methods, the custody Zhang Pingyue begged us to go to his home's armory of broken copper and iron!"

"Then it's all up to elder brother." Song Ling co-operated with Luo Jinnian, and then complimented Luo Jinnian, building a high platform for Luo Jinnian.

Tong Yu was also the lead singer and servant, and lifted Luo Jinnian to the sky.

After the discussion was over, the three of them returned the same way, and returned to the guest house that Master Du had prepared for them.

Naturally, the treatment at this time was very different from yesterday's. There were five large houses in the yard where he lived, with excellent Feng Shui, close to longan, and pines and cypresses outside.From the small door in the backyard, within a few steps is the Du Family Library.

Because the Du family was having a funeral, they didn't report the welcome dinner, and only sent a few maids to come to serve the dinner with exquisite food boxes.After Tong Yu stopped at the gate of the courtyard and said that he didn't need to serve, the maids handed the food box to Tong Yu, and under the leadership of the big maid, bowed to the main house and left.

Tong Yu went in with the food box, took out half of the dinner and placed it on the Hongli table.He got up and opened the curtain and called softly: "Master, do you want something to eat?" After speaking, he looked hesitantly at the delicate side dishes on the table.

Song Ling put the book on the small table, smoothed the folds, and said expressionlessly: "It's okay, Qingyuzhuang will not tamper with the food."

Tong Yu responded, put down the curtain and exited the room, stared at the small dishes on the table, hesitated for a moment, picked up a little bit of each dish with bamboo chopsticks, and put it into his mouth.

After another quarter of an hour, the side dish was completely cold, Tong Yu sighed.

Handed the food box containing side dishes to the boy waiting at the gate of the courtyard, and asked: "Bring some white porridge, no need to add other condiments, just boil some millet in clear water."

The servant weighed the weight of the food box in his hand, and asked in surprise, "You don't even add salt?"

"Correct."

The boy walked away with the food box, turned his head and saw that Tong Yu was nowhere to be seen, then shook his head and said, "It's really strange to be a master. He doesn't like rare delicacies, and he prefers white porridge."

He opened a gap in the food box, looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he quickly took out a small pastry and threw it in his mouth, muttering: "I really don't enjoy it."

The burning tip of the wick split fork, making a soft beeping sound.

Song Ling gently rubbed his red eyes, and said in a hazy voice, "Where's Jin Nian?" Holding a book on one side, he pushed open the window and looked into the distance, all he could see was night, and he didn't know how long it had passed.

Tong Yu sat on a small wooden stool, watching over the cold white porridge, with his hands resting on his chin, unable to stop feeling sleepy.

Hearing Song Ling's voice, he drooped his head violently, woke up abruptly, got up and said, "Young Master, he has been squatting by the pool not long since he came to Qingyu Village, and he seems to be worried."

Song Ling's ten fingers were soaked in the copper basin, and the mountain spring water oozing with coldness in winter covered his jade-like fingers, and the coldness spread to his brain along his fingertips, and his voice was also cold: "Is there any abnormality in Zhang Chun? "

"It's business as usual."

"Keep staring." Song Ling withdrew his hand and wiped it clean with the brocade on the shelf.

"Let people stare at Du Chunxing." He paused, and added, "You don't have to force it."

Song Ling walked out of the back room, glanced at the white porridge on the table,

He picked it up with one hand and took a small taste: "This porridge is not bad."

Tong Yu said anxiously: "Master, this porridge is cold, I'll cook another bowl for you."

"Clothes can cover your body and you can eat enough to fill your stomach. You don't need to give up these thoughts." Song Ling took two sips and put down the porridge.

He didn't mention Luo Jinnian again until the order was over, as if he just asked casually.

Du Shao injured the mourning hall.

Master Du was dressed in mourning clothes, kneeling in front of Du Shao's wounded coffin, wearing only a single shirt on his upper body, his face was as pale as a dead man's.

If it weren't for the slight ups and downs in the chest, it would almost give people the illusion that there are two corpses in this mourning hall, one lying down and the other kneeling.

As soon as the steward pushed open the door of the ice cellar-like mourning hall, he couldn't help shivering, closed the door softly and stood kneeling behind Master Du.

"Master, it is indeed Huang Zhiweng." His voice trembled, hiding indescribable fear.

"This day has finally come." Master Du opened his eyes suddenly, and laughed miserably: "He has been silenced. If the Luo Mansion finds out the door, we may not survive. close at hand."

"Hahahahahaha."

A series of miserable laughs were like ghost howls.

"Boom!"

The steward slammed his head heavily on the ground, and said in a ruthless voice: "Master, we can tell the whole story to Luo Fu! Are we going to sit and wait for death!"

"What's the use of talking about it? Let everyone in the Luo family know that I, Qingyuzhuang, have colluded with Di Rong! Then how should Xingniang deal with herself? What happened in the past was that I couldn't help her. In the end, I must at least save Xingniang reputation."

The steward stared fixedly at the ground, suddenly stood up from the ground, said goodbye, and walked out of the mourning hall with a normal expression.His eyes gradually became firmer. His loyalty to Master Du can be learned from the sun and the moon, but he still has a wife and children, they are innocent, and they must not be buried with Qingyuzhuang just like this!

He wanted to tell the people of Luofu everything, and begged them to leave with his wife and children, and then accompany the master to die.

"Hahahaha"

The laughter became more and more horrific.

The steward only felt that his footsteps were getting heavier and heavier, and his heart was devoured by unreasonable fear.

He was like a piece of rotten wood that had been eaten away by moths so hard that he couldn't see its shape clearly. He was about to turn his head stiffly, but just halfway through, he hit the ground with a bang.

His eyes were loose and his lips moved like a dying fish.

A broken, unbelievable whimper escaped from his throat.

"master?"