illegitimate child

Song Ling and Luo Jinnian rolled back and forth in front of the gate of hell, maybe they were still pushing each other in front of the palace of the king of hell, which upset the king of hell and pushed them back to the world.

Luo Qingshan, who hadn't seen Song Ling for a long time, took his servants to find them, and finally followed the traces of the weeds to pick up the two brothers who were only breathing from the lake.

Song Ling felt that his body was light and uncontrollable. He went up and down for a while, was in the stove for a while, and was thrown into the ice cellar for a while. He was lying on the bed, but his consciousness was still around the bottom of the lake and he couldn't see his fingers. The dark, icy lake is mighty and suffocating.

He fell into a coma for many days.

Song Ling and Luo Jinnian were fished up together, but Luo Jinnian was a tough guy, so he drank two mouthfuls of ginger soup, and the next day he didn't even catch a cold, and he went for a cockfight and a dog walk in high spirits.

Song Ling had suffered a serious crime. He hadn't done it thoroughly, and falling into the lake made it worse this time.As soon as I woke up, I became a broken bellows, "cough, cough, cough" without pause.

Dumplings was heartbroken, so she put on a cotton gown for Song Ling as soon as autumn came, and a fox fur cape over it. She was still not satisfied with it, and looked at Song Ling up and down after putting on the clothes. Seeing a leak somewhere, he quickly plugged it, for fear that the wind would blow away the young master.

Song Ling originally wanted to say that he wasn't so delicate, but Jiaozi seemed to be a prophet at this moment. She looked at Song Ling with gentle and worried eyes, and he couldn't say anything, and let Jiaozi wrap him into a jade snow baby.

Something went wrong with Lord Luo's errand, His Majesty fined him to contemplate for two months behind closed doors, and at the same time fined him three years' salary, Lord Luo is very idle now.

The daily task is to greet the old lady in the morning, then go to kneel in front of Tian's courtyard for two hours, and visit the sick young son at night.

Song Ling was quite shocked. He had seen someone who was afraid of his wife, but he had never seen someone who was afraid of his wife like this. The servants in the partial mansion were used to it. When they saw Master Luo kneeling in the yard, they didn't even raise their eyelids. , only doing his own thing, Song Ling came to the general's mansion for just a month, and understood the truth, the general's mansion is not the general's, but the general's wife.

When Master Luo came to Zhuzhuyuan again, Song Ling looked at him with more sympathy. After all, it is rare to see a general who has been so miserable. Seeing Song Ling's attitude softened, Master Luo thought that his son was gradually accepting him. What a fool.

Song Ling was sick, and was detained in the yard to recuperate and was not allowed to go anywhere. He finally had time to look at the yard carefully.

There is a large bamboo forest planted in the bamboo habitat courtyard, and there is a stone pavilion in the forest, passing through the bamboo forest is the place where Song Ling lives.

There are four houses in total, the main house where he lives in the middle, the servants live in the side, the sundry room is in the far corner, and there is a small study near the bamboo forest.In the study room, there are seven or eight pear wood bookshelves filled with books. A red sandalwood desk is placed under the window. There are all kinds of paper, ink, pens and inkstones on the table. Song Ling likes to stay in the study room the most. Hold a book and listen to the rustling of the bamboo forest in the wind, and spend day after day.

Speaking of the books in the study room, Song Ling was surprised to find that he had seen most of them in Mr. Shi's dilapidated thatched cottage.

Mr. Shi is Song Ling's enlightenment mentor. He only knows his surname Shi. He is an elderly scholar who has failed many trials. He usually makes a living by writing letters for the nearby villagers. Under the old locust tree, the spring is sad and the autumn is sad.

In recent years, he has also added the business of enlightening young children, and gave his few shabby cottages a nonsensical name of Sanbu Xuetang.

Song Ling once asked Mr. Shi three or three nos. Mr. Shi picked up the fried peanuts and rubbed them in his hands, and the plump peanuts were exposed. He threw the peanuts into his mouth and said vaguely: "Don't drink, don't drink. Get up early," he cast a sly look at Song Ling, "and don't lie to the kids."

In the beginning, there were really a few adults who paid a lot of money for Shu Xiu to send their children there, dreaming of one person becoming a chicken and dog and ascending to heaven. Later, due to various reasons, mainly because Shu Xiu wanted too much, gradually the three did not go to school. Song Ling was the only one left.

When Mrs. Song took him to see Mr. Shi for the first time, he was standing under the locust tree at the head of the village, shaking his head and singing the lyrics of his new composition.

He looks only about 30 years old, but the sorrow covering his brows looks like an old man who has read a thousand sails. He is wearing a light-colored Confucian uniform and a blue square scarf on his head. Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, his eyes are deep and deep long.

The four-year-old Song Ling was stunned. For a long time, he even wanted to become a cultural person with a story like Mr. Shi.

Later, after getting along with each other for a long time, Song Ling finally realized that Mr. Shi was not a cultural person with a story, but a lazy and drunkard.

Song Ling didn't know how much his mother had given Mr. Shi. Anyway, since he came to Sanbu Academy, Mr. Shi had completely given up writing letters for him. The old locust tree did not go either.

When he was drunk, Song Ling would flip through the books randomly placed in Mr. Shi's thatched cottage. Thinking about it all by myself, it is not so much that Mr. Shi taught him like a little Confucian, it is better to say that he himself regards himself as a Confucian.

Once the books in the hut were finished, new ones would appear in a few days. Song Ling just thought it was bought by the husband, picked up the new book and carried it whole.

Although Mr. Shi has many problems, he is really a competent teacher. It seems that there is nothing he doesn't know, from astronomy to geography. No matter how strange questions Song Ling asks, he can answer them.

Song Ling was shocked. Once when Mr. Shi was half drunk, he asked: "Sir, even a knowledgeable person like you can't pass the exam, so how good is the master Juren?"

Mr. Shi was so drunk that he didn't know anything, and he replied casually: "It's because your husband doesn't like Juren, and I'm not happy when they beg me to be a high-ranking official!" He was extremely arrogant.

Song Ling just thought it was a drunk bragging and didn't care, so he worked harder to memorize the book. After all, it is really too difficult to be a juren!

Now in Shangjing, looking through the complete range of books in Luo's mansion, which are far inferior to those in Mr. Shi's dilapidated hut, Song Ling discovered that Mr. Shi might be more than a simple failed scholar.

When he got better, Song Ling began to pay his respects to the old lady and Mrs. Tian.

Greetings to the old lady, he is always the first to go, day after day, the old lady looks at him more lovingly, and when he leaves, she often asks the old mother around him to stuff him with various snacks, Greeting grandma is bound to end up with some barking dog.

Master Luo can come to pay his respects three times a month, which is a great filial piety. He came late, and Song Ling was ready to leave when he arrived. They met on the narrow road, and one of them looked at Song Ling slightly with his tall chin, thinking to himself Go, prudish.

The one who didn't regard Luo Jinnian as a human being, turned a blind eye to his various provocations, and only let out a cold snort to express his disdain.

They expressed their dislike for each other in a flash, and then quickly turned to the opposite direction, as if staying longer would be torture to each other.

Song Ling felt very strange, since Luo Jinnian hated him so much, why didn't he tell the story of pushing him into the water?

"Why didn't you tell about him pushing you into the water?" Fu Qiuchi took a long silver pole and poked his cricket that was about to be defeated through the gap in the cage.

"Who said he pushed me down! It was too dark and the road was too slippery for me to fall!" Luo Jinnian exploded like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and stood up from the stone bench where he was squatting.

"Oh~"

Luo Jinnian looked at his friend with meaningful eyes, and sat down on the stool, "He's still too young, he can't bear the crime of murdering his brother."

In fact, Young Master Luo thought too much, no one would believe him even if he said it with his reputation.

Fu Qiuchi pretended to listen carefully, but in fact his attention was always on the two crickets that were fighting happily. From the corner of his eye, he saw that his friend hadn't noticed him, and the silver pole quietly touched Luo Jinnian's majestic cricket. The last effort made a hole for the cricket, and the cricket fell into the cage, its hind legs twitched twice and did not move.

Fu Qiuchi threw the silver pole on the stone table, squatted instead of sitting, took a sip from the teacup, and said lightly, "So you have decided how to deal with him?"

Luo Jinnian leaned forward and smiled maliciously, and put his hands on Fu Qiuchi's shoulders, "Just wait and see, I'm going to make that little bastard kneel down and beg me to let him go."

"Well, don't talk about this first, you seem to have lost." Fu Qiuchi shook off Luo Jinnian's hand, pointed to the cricket cage, and got up first to leave the gazebo.

When he got down the stone steps, he turned around and added, "You lose, and according to the bet agreement, all the expenses for this month will belong to you."

Luo Jinnian was hugging the cricket cage and inspecting it carefully, "It shouldn't be, my family's Da Zhuang clearly had the upper hand, how could they lose so quickly."

Finally he noticed the suspicious bloodstain on Cricket's back, he slapped the table and stood up, with a high-pitched and hasty voice: "Fu Qiuchi, you bastard!"

Fu Qiuchi and Luo Jinnian are both the most famous sons in Beijing, the difference is that Fu Qiuchi has a good name, even if Luo Jinnian doesn't mention it.

Fu Qiuchi, the eldest son of Prime Minister Fu, is extremely intelligent and talented. He was admitted as a scholar at the age of thirteen. He has an outstanding family background and first-class appearance.

But Luo Jinnian knew that this guy was a good pretender, with a handsome face, fighting cocks and walking dogs behind his back.

Wait, why is it again, Luo Jinnian rubbed his chin and thought hard, his eyes lit up after a while, he quickly got up and caught up with Fu Qiuchi who was in front, he hugged his neck and said happily: "Let me introduce the little bastard in the family to you as a younger brother. It's two brothers."

They are all full of bad water.

The military officer has General Luo at the head, and the civil servants naturally also have Prime Minister Fu.

Under the impetus of the general trend, the two fought like black-eyed chickens. On the surface, their son was incompatible with each other, but they didn't know when they hooked up in private, and they fought fiercely, but they were fighting crickets.