illegitimate child

Luo Jinnian took off the letter seal embedded in the stone wall, and the stone wall closed slowly.

He crushed the letter seal, scattered the dust in the air, straightened his hood and walked outside.

When Song Ling stood by the small table and saw Luo Jinnian, he nodded slightly to signal Luo Jinnian to follow, then turned and left without saying a word.

Luo Jinnian followed behind silently, and after a long while he finally couldn't bear it and walked in front of Song Ling to block his way, twisting the edge of the hood with his fingers: "You don't ask me..."

"You have a clear conscience." Song Ling stepped back, passed Luo Jinnian, and walked faster and faster, his back was lost in the morning mist.

With a clear conscience, a clear conscience.

Luo Jinnian froze on the spot, he really had a clear conscience, except for Song Ling, he lied.

After all, he still couldn't do anything, he was not a soft-hearted person.When he was assassinated back then, Di Rong never showed mercy.But in his perception, Di Rong is evil.Although the guards are not good, they can be called good.

Tell him how to do it.

Tian's teachings are engraved in his bones and blood, and he does not use force against weak people, let alone taking people's lives.

In his dazed effort, Song Ling was almost out of sight. He panicked for no reason, and dryly called out: "Ling'er, wait a minute."

Since the two of them were born, there has been an insurmountable gap that is invisible to the naked eye, but really exists.

One person becomes enlightened with flowers under his feet, while the other is stuck in the mud and cannot be free.

At noon, the stone wall opened again.

The guard clutched his left chest, his face full of rejoicing for the rest of his life, he looked back and forth, cautiously probing, and only heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that the two evil stars had really left.

He spat on the ground and cursed to vent the remaining fear in his chest.

He ran out in a hurry, the strange thing is that he didn't go to the place where the guards were stationed, nor did he treat the wound on his body, but went straight to a lantern shop.

Because the price of the lanterns is too high, this shop has few customers. The long-term worker sits on the low stool at the door and teases a big yellow dog. When he sees someone coming, he yawns lazily.Then he grabbed the iron chain tied around the yellow dog's neck to prevent it from barking.

There was no intention of getting up to greet him.

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter, fiddling with the abacus with a sad face, worrying about the dismal business.

The guard stepped over the threshold and saw the shopkeeper at a glance. He bent over like a thief and approached the counter: "Two people came to ask Du Shaoshang."

A gleam flashed through the shopkeeper's sleepy eyes, and he pulled out a bead and threw it to the guard.

The guard hurriedly accepted it and left the lantern shop.

Seeing him leave, the shopkeeper yelled: "Don't be lazy, Zhongzi, solicit customers well. If you don't get paid today, you won't even think about your salary this month."

The long-term worker named Zhongzi responded with a low voice, shivering from the cold wind, stood up twistedly, and yelled half-deadly: "Lanterns, sell lanterns, the best lanterns in Shangjing, don't miss them when you pass by!" Yo."

He rolled his eyes, and the shopkeeper's face was hardened in his heart, just your broken lantern, two taels of silver a piece, only a fool will be fooled by you.

The sound became longer and longer, it sounded like a funeral.

The shopkeeper went into the utility room in the backyard, took out a piece of white paper and went to the eaves, opened the birdcage hanging under the eaves, and put the white paper in the bamboo knots tied to the legs of the pigeons.

He patted the carrier pigeon's wings, and the carrier pigeon fluttered from his arm and flew high.

The long-term worker at the door yelled for a while, turned his head and glanced secretly into the shop, and saw that the shopkeeper was nowhere to be seen.He tied the big yellow dog to the door and tiptoed into the shop.

He squatted under the counter, opened the wooden box and took out an account book to read it carefully. After a long while, he took a deep breath.

Although he doesn't know how to settle accounts, he can still understand the large swathes of cinnabar red on the account book, which are all negative accounts!

Throwing the account book on the ground casually, the more I looked at it, the more angry I was, and I couldn't help but yell: "You are so poor that you are going to be a rabbit son, and you owe me half a year's wages. It turns out that you have been hanging on me all the time. I will fuck your ancestors!" Eighteen generations!"

He stomped heavily on the ledger a few times, and with a sense of pride in his heart, he turned and went out, unchained the big yellow dog, and led the dog away.

Quit it!

The cold wind turned the book by itself, and the account book that had been trampled to pieces seemed to be turned by an invisible hand, revealing the big Luo characters outlined in ink on the first page.

The carrier pigeon went straight into Qingyuzhuang, and was caught by a pair of plain hands hiding in the shadows.

Song Ling was sitting in the teahouse, singing Mei Sanniang on the stage.

Mei Sanniang was originally Jiangdong's repertoire, and it was also very popular after it was introduced to Shanghai.

It is about a woman whose husband died suddenly on the second day of her wedding. She has been widowed by her husband for 20 years, she took care of her parents-in-law, raised her brother-in-law, and did needlework to support the whole family. In the end, she lost her eyesight.

In the end, the younger brother-in-law Tan Hualang in high school married a noble girl. She considered herself humble and a widow, and was afraid of offending the noble girl.

In the end, he invited himself into the nunnery to guard the spirit of his late husband until he died.

It is regarded as a model of women's virtuousness and has been sung endlessly.

There was constant babbling, Luo Jinnian never liked to hear these things, he couldn't stop feeling drowsy, he rested his chin with his hand: "Why doesn't this Mei Sanniang buy some maidservants to help her with housework, so I have to blind myself."

Seeing Song Ling ignoring him, he changed his posture without being annoyed and continued: "As for keeping the vigil for her husband, she can light an ever-burning lantern in Huangjue Temple, donate more sesame oil money every season, and have her own monk and master to help Look after it. If you have more money for sesame oil, you can also have eminent monks and great virtues chanting scriptures every day."

Song Ling stroked the rim of the cup, finally was willing to take a look at Luo Jinnian, and sighed secretly, why not eat minced meat.

With just one glance, Luo Jinnian became more energetic, and continued to express his opinions: "The most inappropriate person is her little uncle, what's his name?" He looked at the stain on his sleeve with disgust, and put his arm back on the On his lap, he refused to support the table again: "It doesn't matter what his name is, he is not a thing anyway. He is a masculine man, and he has a lot of ways to support his family, but he sucks his sister-in-law's flesh and blood with peace of mind, and finally kicks her out. He really deserves to be stabbed Hack!"

"If it were me, I would definitely not let Mei Sanniang suffer any grievances."

Yes, you will just starve to death on the street, Song Ling continued the conversation, sipping the rough tea in his cup with a slight smile.As soon as the teacup touched his lips, Luo Jinnian suddenly let out a strange cry, and snatched it away: "Do you know how many people have used this teacup?" He put the teacup on the corner of the table, only allowing it to be hidden far away from his sight, and even looked at it with disgust.

It just so happened that the drama on the stage was about Mei Sanniang inviting herself into the nunnery, Mei Sanniang was played by a man, Zhengdan's voice was so high, and finally there was a floweratura——

The concubine is willing to enter the nunnery, but I hope that my mother and father will have a long life.

"My lord, you have asked me to find out everything." A bag wearing a melon cap slipped in through the cracks.

Song Ling didn't shy away from tea drinkers around, took out a pack of copper coins and threw it to him: "Let's say it here."

"okay!"