illegitimate child

Master Du picked up the yellow paper by his side and threw it into the burning copper basin, his pupils reflected the scarlet flames.

The yellow paper was completely burned, and he slowly got up and walked to the steward's side, and pronounced the sentence in a calm tone: "Tong Tai, the steward of Qingyuzhuang, colluded with the remnants of Di Rong to hold the young master hostage and seek money. Seeing that the matter was revealed, he killed Zhuang The Queen committed suicide."

He reached into his arms and took out the small porcelain bottle that he had prepared, brought it to his lips, raised his head and drank the poison in one gulp.

Then he fell softly on the ground, closed the manager's eyes, and said to himself: "That's good."

It was windy and cold at night by the pool, Luo Jinnian pulled out a weed and twirled it at his fingertips. Looking at the green grass juice stained on his fingertips, he scratched his hair irritably.

so annoying!

How to make Zhang Pingyue's grandson do things willingly!It would definitely not work to ask him to come to the door to ask for it in person!With the relationship between him and Zhang Pingyue, it would be an understatement to say that they both hate each other.What's more, the grandson has always admired Liu Luo the most, and he couldn't get it after several times of asking to see him.

He was invited by Liuluo a few days ago, and met the goddess Zhang Pingyue had dreamed of. Zhang Pingyue didn't know how jealous he was, how could he open the door for him!

The more Luo Jinnian thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was useless, he raised his hand and wanted to slap himself, to make you talk too much, to make you talk too much!

He squatted halfway, covering his ears with his hands and thinking hard.

This must be done!He promised Song Ling, and he must never let Song Ling see the joke!

His eyes suddenly became fierce, and bad water rose in his heart. If he couldn't do it, he tied Zhang Pingyue up!Let's see if he dares to agree!

After a while, he pulled the blade of grass as if venting, what's the use of tying it up, that fellow Zhang Pingyue, he doesn't like anything but women.

yes!Feminine!

Luo Jinnian got up abruptly, and with a long cry, joy surged from the bottom of his heart. It was lovely to see the pool covered with icy scum, and the grass covered with bald skin on the soles of his feet was also lovely.

He slapped his palms lightly, and said triumphantly: "What's so difficult about this, it's hard to live with the young master if there is nothing in the world!"

Just when he was overwhelmed with pride, bursts of numbness hit the soles of his feet, spreading from his calf to his whole body.

Luo Jinnian has been squatting by the pool since he arrived at Qingyu Manor. After a few hours, it's hell if his legs don't feel numb!

He secretly said "Oops", his body suddenly lost his balance, staggered and fell into the pool water, and his joy was filled with sorrow.

Just when he was about to have a close contact with Chi Nian, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, the person holding him didn't use much force, he only held it weakly and pulled it back.

Luo Jinnian took the opportunity to exercise, and a heat flow passed from top to bottom to the calf, promoting blood circulation and tendons, and the soreness and numbness gradually disappeared.

As soon as Fang stood firm, there was a burst of teasing laughter behind him: "Unexpectedly, Jinnian would also imitate his ancestors, and the leisurely mood of catching the moon in the water is elegant."

This voice was so familiar to Luo Jinnian, he didn't need to turn his head to know who it was. He flipped his wrist and grabbed Song Ling's hand that he wanted to withdraw, turned his head and reprimanded with a straight face, "I'm your elder brother."

Then the conversation changed, and Moon Shadow in the pool was picked up by him, and he locked it in his eyes. It was a straightforward show off, a tactful request for praise, and he looked straight at Song Ling and said excitedly: "I figured out a way to get Zhang Pingyue to help me." gone."

Song Ling raised his empty hand, straightened Luo Jinnian's messy hair, and sincerely praised: "Nothing will trouble Jinnian."

"It's really good, you, people respect me very much in front of people. You say elder brother on the left and elder brother on the right. When you get to people, you call me by my first name. Song Ling, you really haven't changed since you were a child, and you are used to pretending!" Luo Jinnian consciously Having helped Song Ling so much, and being praised by Song Ling again, I was a little carried away, and I couldn't help but commit the old habit of being mean, so I insisted on flirting with Song Ling.

Sure enough, Song Ling withdrew his hand and said coldly,

"That's really hindering my brother's eyes. Ling will leave now. I just hope that my brother will not forget the promise."

Turn around and leave.

He does always carry it, even when facing someone he dislikes, he has to show all the courtesy, and never let people see through his happiness and anger.

Laugh when you are angry, and laugh when you are sad, and when you are really happy, there is nothing to worry about. But for someone like Luo Jinnian who gave him a whip when we first met, there is really nothing to pretend.

Song Ling walked faster and faster, and there was someone behind him like a shameless dog skin plaster, who couldn't get rid of it no matter what, and said a few words from time to time: "Ling'er, do outsiders know that you flirt with your elder brother all day long?"

"I really want to ask some painters to draw your appearance for the world to see."

Song Ling was about to retort, when a shrill female voice suddenly sounded frightened.

He paused, turned around with a solemn expression, and looked in the direction of the sound. Luo Jinnian also put away his chattering, with the same solemn expression.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time went to the place where the sound came from.

The oil lamps were lit one after another, and Qingyuzhuang, who was sleeping in the night, was awakened by a scream.

The maids and servants who watched the night along the way either looked anxious and feared together with their companions, or those who got the news rushed to the place where the incident happened, making a mess.

Song Ling followed the hurrying servants to find the mourning hall without any difficulty. Because the incident happened and everyone was disorganized suddenly, he encountered almost no obstacles and entered the mourning hall smoothly.

The candles in the mourning hall were brightly lit. Du Chunxing, who came one step ahead, sent Kong Wu's powerful maid to control the scene. A maid wearing a green horse-faced skirt and a cotton jacket was held by her shoulders and knelt on the ground, her hair disheveled. , was sobbing.

Du Chunxing has not been in contact with Qingyuzhuang for many years, but she still has power and power. When she appeared, everyone seemed to have a backbone.

She was sitting on an armchair, with two wooden stretchers behind her, covered with a white cloth, the white cloth bulged, and looked like two people were lying on it.

Song Ling saw this scene as soon as he arrived at the gate of the mourning hall. He walked all the way and finally encountered an obstacle. The young man guarding the gate stepped forward and stretched out his arms to block his way.

The commotion outside alarmed Du Chunxing, and she scolded her with her phoenix eyes: "You are blind! You two gentlemen dare to offend, so hurry up and invite people in!"

The boy blocking the way trembled, bent down to let the door open, and respectfully invited Song Ling and Luo Jinnian to enter.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Ling felt a little uncomfortable with the fishy smell of crabapple in the air. It's already deep winter, so where are the crabapple flowers?

Immediately, his eyes were attracted by the two corpses covered with white cloths, his pupils shrank, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

Is it?

Du Chunxing got up to meet them, stopped Song Ling who wanted to salute, and said straight to the point: "Master Du is dead." His tone was unusually dignified.

Song Ling thought to himself, sure enough.

He nodded, motioning for Du Chunxing to continue.

Luo Jinnian did not have his concentration. He was stunned for a moment, then stammered and asked, "Who, who died? Auntie, are you kidding me?"

Song Ling's hand hidden in his big sleeve calmly touched Luo Jinnian's fingertips.

The warm touch gave Luo Jinnian goose bumps all over his body, and he suddenly lost his voice.