It's hard to seal a fool

Perhaps it was afternoon, and the weather was a bit muggy.The dark clouds in the western sky are coming heavily, and they may soon cover the sun in the sky.The servants were ready to put away the clothes to dry, and the falling leaves were even more unscrupulous, throwing themselves at Song Qingming's face.

He walked over from a distance, and saw the mute standing by the lake looking at him with his arms folded. When he got closer—Song Qingming's pupils shrank suddenly.

On the wide surface of the lake, there was a green figure flopping about in the lake. Song Qingming rushed up, while Song Qingyun was struggling in the water and crying loudly:

"Brother! Brother! Save... save me...!"

The mute was still standing aside, his face full of indifference.

"Are you crazy!" Song Qingming's eyes flashed with horror, he suddenly pushed the mute away, plunged into the water with a splash, and swam towards Song Qingyun.

But Song Qingyun suddenly stood up from the water with a splash, laughing wantonly, Song Qingming stopped halfway in surprise, only to realize that she was standing on a boulder, with the water reaching her waist.

"Bullshit!"

"Well, let me say that my brother will be deceived by me." Song Qingyun glanced at Ya'er triumphantly, remembering the gossip of the servants in the courtyard recently, and hurriedly used him as a shield, "Brother dumb said you bullied him, I I will take revenge on you for him!"

Song Qingming originally wanted to question Qingyun, but when he heard this, his anger suddenly went down by half.He was inexplicably a little embarrassed, but still pulled Song Qingyun to the shore with a calm face, while ordering someone to bring a cloak to put on her.

"You're such an adult, you need to know how to play properly. If you go to the lake this month, you won't be afraid to go home and have a high fever in the middle of the night?" He feigned anger, and tapped his sister's forehead with his fingers. "It really doesn't make me worry."

"Okay brother, I know." Qing Yun tugged on his sleeve to beg for mercy.

The mute's eyelids jumped when he looked at it. He thought Song Qingming would make a big fuss, but he didn't expect to spoil his sister so much.Just as he was thinking, Song Qingming shifted his gaze to him, apologetic.

"Just now, I pushed you, didn't it hurt?"

"..."

The brothers and sisters were fighting, the weather was getting gloomy, and the mountains and rain were about to come and the wind filled the building.Not far away, a person limped over from the verandah. Song Qingming looked familiar, so he stared intently. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and he pressed his lips together tightly.

"What's the matter, brother?"

Song Qingming didn't say a word, but his face became paler and he stared at the somewhat pudgy middle-aged man who approached.

"Ming'er," the man looked a bit like the Duke of the State, but his figure was much older. When he squinted his eyes and looked up and down Song Qingming, his eyes were very uncomfortable, "Why, even your second uncle can't recognize him. Is it?"

"What are you doing here?" Song Qingming's tone suddenly turned cold, with a hint of disgust.

"I have something to do with your father," he didn't care, and smiled cheerfully, his eyes turned to the mute, and there was a surprising light in his cloudy eyes.

Song Qingming blocked the mute without any trace.The mute raised his eyelashes and noticed that Song Qingming's body was shaking slightly... Maybe he was frozen.

Before Second Uncle Song Qianren looked back, Song Qingming took Mute with one hand and Qing Yun with the other, turned around and left.

Behind him, Song Qianren saw Song Qingming leave and licked his lips.

Yes, the little guy is still so afraid of him...

In the afternoon, news came from the main courtyard, saying that the Duke had driven an uninvited guest out of the mansion.The mute wrinkled his nose when he heard it, keenly aware of the unknown secrets in it.

But Song Qingming had lunch and lay down early after drinking ginger soup, surrounded by curtains, no one knew what happened to him.

The sound of rain outside the window is rapid, and the dim candlelight is flickering.Song Qingming was lying on the bed, his two straight eyebrows were tightly knit together, sleeping very restlessly.

In the dim room, he was a little boy sitting on the man's lap, stroking his chest with rough palms, he could hear the man's heavy breathing behind him, and he could also feel his body trembling slightly.

"Second uncle..."

"Hey, Second Uncle is playing games with you," the man behind comforted him gently, "It will be very comfortable."

Then there was a rustling sound, he turned around hesitantly, and saw the man standing in front of him with bare legs, getting closer and closer to him.

"Good morning, help Second Uncle..."

Song Qingming staggered back and slammed into the cabinet with a bang.

"Good morning, help Second Uncle..."

A faint fishy smell came over his face, and the man wanted to grab his chin, but Song Qingming slashed his fingernails in horror, a sharp cry of pain came from the top of his head, and then there was a "pop", and there was pain on his face.

"Be obedient!"

"Um...no, don't..."

On the narrow and dark corridor, Song Qingming was running in vain, but suddenly fell down, he stumbled up again, and ran forward with all his strength.The man behind him was joking, and followed him not too far away.

The huge fear turned into a black shadow, chasing him like a tide, about to submerge him...

"no, do not want!"

Song Qingming suddenly sat up in shock, only to feel a severe pain in his throat.He got out of bed and picked up the teapot, raised his head and poured all the ice-cold tea into his stomach. The tea overflowed from the corner of his mouth and slid down his Adam's apple into the skirt of his clothes. The coolness woke him up.

It's a dream, it's all a dream.

He bowed his head, dripping with cold sweat.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Young Master, Fourth Miss had a high fever in the middle of the night, and now the inner courtyard is in full swing! Madam found out what happened during the day, and said that she would arrest the dumb son, beat her up and sell her off!"

Song Qingming's face darkened, and he felt his heart beating even harder.

"Come here Xile, change my clothes for me, hopefully, stop the people sent by my mother, I will go to my mother's courtyard and explain clearly—where's the mute?"

"Mute, I don't know where I went..."

The night was dark, without moon or stars.It was bitingly cold, and the ground was still wet after it had just rained. Occasionally, crows flew by with their wings fluttering.Now it's almost four o'clock, and the gatekeepers are all dozing off.

Mute avoided the patrolling people with ease, walked to the back door of the Duke's mansion, knocked the gatekeeper unconscious skillfully, and leaned against the door with his head.

With a sound of "squeak", he opened the back door, raindrops fell from the eaves, a faint figure was reflected in the cold corner of the wall.

"How are things going?"

"Most of the evidence has been collected, and now I'm waiting for the witness to throw myself into the net—my lord, are you still used to living in the Duke's Mansion?... It's all thanks to General Zhou, we managed to find you, and the master and wife are also at home I look forward to your return as soon as possible, and now you are procrastinating again and again..."

"Many things." The mute reprimanded him coldly, and at this moment he actually had the majesty and momentum of a superior.

"My subordinates are wrong."

"I am your master, and you must obey my master's orders in everything you think and do. If you go beyond the rules, you will never forgive me lightly."

"The subordinates will keep it in mind."

The figure was graceful, and the two people under the door were talking in a low voice.

"One more thing, you go and check the second brother of the Duke of the State, if you can't find it - let him go to the Duke's mansion to see what's going on."

It seems that they want to deal with the people in the Duke's mansion.The dark guard sank his mind and carefully considered the feasibility of this matter.

"Are our people going to help him?"

"Observe his behavior, observe his behavior, and the rest is up to you."

"Young Master's Holy Judgment."

The mute raised his head and glanced at the sky, only to feel that the wind was blowing bitingly cold.Since Song Qingming bullied him many times, he always had to find something to hold the traitor in his hands, so that he could stay at ease in the Duke's mansion.

At this moment, he didn't know that in Bixia courtyard, Song Qingming was kneeling on the cold stone bricks with his upper body bare.

The canes broke through the air and hit him on the back, swollen long strips visible to the naked eye.He hummed and trembled, but he remained silent.

"You still don't know if you're wrong, do you?" Mrs. Lu leaned back on the chair, and suddenly came over with a stride and slapped him hard. Those wolf-like eyes slashed at him with hatred, like A life-threatening lonely soul.

"Who taught you to raise a child prostitute, huh?! He's going to kill your sister, do you know that! You crazy thing, have you learned shit from studying and martial arts? You god Killed! Now I have to suffer for him!"

Song Qingming closed his eyes wearily, and silently recited the "Tao Te Ching", the cane on his shoulder had to be hit harder and harder.

Seeing this, Mrs. Lu said with a livid face and a broken voice: "Open your eyes and look at me, are you thinking about him again in your mind! Your father is not a good person either, knowing that you have a lowly person by your side, but still pretending not to know ——I see that both of you father and son are deceived by lard, and you will only bully me, a woman!"

Mrs. Lu clutched his shoulders, and her nails dug into the flesh, causing bursts of tingling pain. She cursed harder and harder, but the force of the rattan on her back falling gradually became weaker.

"Enough," Song Qianyuan strode forward, holding the cane in one hand.

Song Qingming opened his eyes suddenly, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his complexion was as pale as paper.

"The spring hunt will be in a few days. Do you want to hurt Ming'er!" Song Qianyuan said in a loud voice, with anger in his voice, while helping Song Qingming to get up. "Go back first, leave this place to the father."

"Retire, child."

"Don't go!"

The voice behind him became sharp again, and Song Qingming staggered while getting dressed while walking, without looking back, only feeling a throbbing pain in his heart.The previous nightmare gradually mixed with Lu's ferocity, which made him feel a little dazed.

After so many years, Song Qingming couldn't forget it, and couldn't get rid of the pain like maggots attached to his bones.Outsiders think that he is free-spirited and has unlimited scenery, but the embarrassment and embarrassment inside, after all, he still chews and swallows them one by one.

Rows of lanterns hung under the verandah, not a single inch of light would be spared on him, the candles were covered with paper, and moths flew against each other. Song Qingming half-closed his eyes and walked at night, not noticing that someone bumped into him.

"Song Qingming!"

"Is there any wine?..."

"What are you crazy about?"

"Plucking weeds and picking weeds, wei also stops. Every day returns, and the years don't stop—"

The mute supported Song Qingming with a complex expression.This pervert... Forget it, maybe he's being stupid again.

Song Qingming's weak voice was faint, floating in the air like the wind. "My heart is sad, I don't know that I am sad..."

If you can find a chance to go on a expedition during the spring hunting, it would be great to leave Ningjing.

Even if it is to die on the battlefield... If you die, it will be fine if you can die.

The author says:

Song Qingming's beautiful, strong and miserable beginning