illegitimate child

The neighing sound continued, and because of the huge pain from the back, the horse struggled even harder, and vowed to throw the culprit off and smash his head and blood, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart!

But that person seemed to be welded to its back, it looked extremely thin, and could kill seven or eight people with one hoof, but it was full of toughness.

After some sawing, it was the one who was afraid first, without him, it could feel that if it continued to struggle, the person on its back would really kill the horse.

Feeling that Wuyun Treading Snow meant to be soft, Song Ling inserted the hairpin deeper instead. This horse has a spirit, if he relaxes his vigilance at this moment, he will be lying on the ground!

Song Ling bent down and pressed against the horse's neck, the hairpin twirled around in the flesh, and said coldly, "Don't move."

The hairpin that tied the hair was gone, and the hair was full of black silk, dripping down like ink, dripping on the blood-stained light silver mane.

In the end, the fierce horse was afraid of the ruthless people.

Lie Ma lowered his head and whimpered to show his submission. Song Ling pulled out the white jade hairpin, and blood butterflies fluttered.

"clang!"

The hairpin hit the ground, bounced, and broke in two.

Pull on the reins.

"drive!"

The fierce horse moved in response to the sound, smashed the smoke and dust all over the ground, and galloped towards the corner gate.

On the way, countless maids and mothers were frightened.

A little maid carrying a sewing box saw a galloping horse from a distance, and hastily pulled her companion to avoid it, spilling needles and threads all over the floor.

The servant girl ate her nose, and stared in a daze at the direction where the fierce horse left. She pulled her companion who was squatting on the ground picking up needles and threads, "Do you see clearly, who is it?"

The companion spat, fumbled for a needle and thread in the turf, rolled his eyes, and said to himself, it’s fine if you don’t help me find it, but you still want to shove me, tie your hands and ask you to settle accounts with your little girl, "Who else can it be, young master?" Come back."

"I look like the second young master."

Go all the way to the corner gate.

"Open the door," Song Ling tightened the reins, and the horse neighed and stopped pacing on the spot.

The doorkeeper naturally recognized the young master's BMW, and took it for granted that the one sitting on the horse was the young master, and was about to go forward and say something nice to ask for a reward, when he heard a cold, "open the door."

The voice was extremely cold, a pure command.

The gatekeeper rubbed his eyeballs in disbelief, the sun is rising in the west?For a moment, he didn't know whether to be surprised that the second young master also learned to ride a horse like a dandy, or surprised that the eldest young master's concubine let someone else ride.

Song Ling was usually willing to pretend to be a modest gentleman, and he was gentle and polite to his servants, but today he was ignited by anger whenever he stopped, and the scenes of Luo Jinnian lying in a pool of blood kept appearing in his mind.

"Snapped!"

He raised his horsewhip and slapped the gatekeeper's feet fiercely, "Open the door."

"Okay, okay, okay," the guard at the gate hurriedly pushed open the corner door, watched the young master and the young wife disappear, licked the bloodstains on the back of his hands wiped by the horsewhip, and muttered in his heart: Have you eaten gunpowder?

The entire street where Tongfu Casino is located is for gambling business, with the support of various forces behind it. The common people have given this street a nickname, people can't enter, ghosts can't - Ghost Street.Good people won't go in, and if they go in, ghosts can't come out.

It's a gray area outside the law, and it's not a big deal to kill people on weekdays.The Beijing officials in charge of this area took full advantage and turned a blind eye to the atrocities committed here.

There used to be some Lengtouqing who desperately wanted to make a living for the people, meddling in the affairs of Ghost Street, but the next day Lengtouqing's family was beheaded by the burglars, and none of them survived.

Today's officials in the capital have all been trained, they keep the offerings in their hands, keep the four-character mantra in their hearts, and don't mind their own business.

Why should Ghost Street be Xiangtai Street where ordinary people do business?

A poor scholar who writes letters for others lives next to a blind man who tells fortunes, and leaves his stall early.

On the opposite side are hawkers selling candied haws and little brothers who weave bamboo strips, lined up in a row, so lively.

The poor scholar was holding a coarse-grain steamed bun the size of a human face, and there was also a bowl of stone-milled soy milk bought at the stall next door for two pennies on the wooden board. With pointed ears, he was listening to the gossip of fortune-tellers and vegetable sellers.

He is a scholar, even if he didn't pass the exam as a scholar, he grew up drinking ink, how can he chat with vulgar people?

"Have you heard that Tongfu was surrounded by Commander Master Zhang?"

"More than that, I heard that there are people from Luofu. Do you know that the big man behind Tongfu, that Yishanhou, has all been sacked. He was ordered by His Majesty to confiscate his family, ransack all his families, and seize the title. Oh my! , it's too miserable!"

"Deprivation." The poor scholar couldn't help interjecting, a group of illiterates.

The blind fortune-teller rolled his eyes, and suddenly he was no longer blind. He didn't bother to talk to the self-proclaimed scholar, and sighed: "Retribution, retribution!"

"Isn't that right! Tongfu has killed so many men, and finally he was reported, God open his eyes!"

The scholar was about to continue a few more sentences when the boiling soy milk placed on the wooden board suddenly poured over his head and face, causing a series of big blisters.

"Boom."

The ink on the wooden board was splashed all over the floor, and the poor scholar covered his eyes and rolled in the ink pile, wailing unceasingly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I only caught a glimpse of a flying hoof.

The neighing sound continued, raising dust all over the sky.

The unaffected 'blind man' folded his arms and looked at the joke, showing no intention of helping, "Oh, this great talent has suffered an unreasonable disaster! You turned your horse on your back, maybe you didn't see it clearly. Let me help you. It was the Second Young Master of the Luo Mansion who knocked down your stall. Great talents should come to ask for an explanation. You scholars are all from the disciples of Confucius, and you are more expensive than high-ranking officials and nobles. Why don’t you let the Second Young Master come to 'you' personally to make amends?"

The poor scholar's body was covered with ink, especially his face, which was red and black, and there were a few white blisters, which looked no different from the ghosts of the underworld.He gritted his teeth and stared resentfully at the direction the horse was leaving, "The feng shui of the General's Mansion really nourishes people, and it specializes in producing dudes!"

Song Ling's face was turned pale by the knife-like cold wind, Blessings, we're here.

At this time, Tongfu had long lost his previous style, his thugs were all shirtless, his hands were tied behind his back, and he was squatting barefoot next to each other at the foot of the wall.

The door was wide open, and the gambling ornaments inside were smashed to pieces, and the guards were moving things out one after another.

A warning line was erected around Tongfu with white linen to prevent idlers from approaching.

The surrounding gambling houses are closed, for fear of causing trouble to the upper body, and the guards are all hungry wolves. If they take a closer look, they don't mind copying a few more to enrich their own pockets.

Song Ling stopped behind the warning line, witnessed the turmoil, shook his head self-deprecatingly, but was concerned about it.

He steered his horse away before the guards noticed him.

Since Luo Jinnian didn't die in Tongfu, he naturally acted like a domineering elsewhere. Shangjing City is the back garden of his home, so there's no need to worry about him.

Song Ling tied the horse to a cloth village under the name of Luo's family, ordered the staff to stop the horse's bleeding, changed his clothes, put on a hood to hide his face, and went to Fengxue Building.

Now that we have come out, we might as well stop by and end the matter of Fengxuelou.