After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

The flames kept shaking, and the shadows of the two people reflected on the wall became larger and smaller.

Song Lin slammed the table, "You can't say such things even if you are angry! As long as he sits on the throne of the emperor, you have to respect him! The emperor let Qi'an go because he trusts him and respects him. How can the Jinyiwei compare with him?"

His son is almost dead, yet he still says such things.

Madam Song was frightened by his actions. She was stunned for a moment and wanted to argue with him, but in the end, her mouth opened and closed in anger and she finally gave up.

She covered her chest and began to cry, "What should I do? What do you say? We can't find him anywhere. Didn't we agree to go to Yunjing Town to look for him? Your people can't find any trace of him there. How could he disappear for no reason? Not only did they not find his daughter, but they also took my son with them. I only have this one son! If he dies, wouldn't that mean he wants to kill me off!"

After Madam Song gave birth to Song Yusheng, she gave birth to a daughter. Later, she became physically weak and stopped giving birth. If Song Yusheng died, she would never have a son again.

If Song Yusheng really got into trouble while helping Emperor Linghui find his daughter, how could Madam Song not be angry?

Duke Dingguo was even more upset when he saw her crying. "You only have this one son? I only have this one son! I have already sent people to look for him. If I can't find him in Yunjing Town, I will go to the nearby towns and villages to look for him one by one! He can't leave that place anyway, so I can always find him. Lin Ping, the Chief Justice of Shanxi Provincial Administration, is your father's student. I have already written to him and asked him to help look for him. This matter must not be made public. I thought he would be back in a month, but now he hasn't returned for a long time, and it can't be suppressed. There are already many speculations in the court and the public. If people know that Qi'an is in trouble, they may take this opportunity to do something dirty."

Although Madam Song was anxious, she was also clear about these things. Wasn't Song Yusheng's accident this time calculated by others? If there were any more rumors that he was in trouble, their political enemies would take advantage of this opportunity to take advantage of his misfortune and kill him.

Now his life or death is uncertain. If this is the case, then they are the ones who harmed him.

Song Lin's solution this time was the best solution. She was so angry that her teeth itched. Suddenly, her eyes flashed, she stopped crying, and asked, "Could it be the second brother's handiwork?"

There are three branches in the Song family. Song Lin is the eldest branch. The second branch is a legitimate child like Song Lin, while the third branch is a illegitimate child.

The second house has two legitimate sons. The older one is 25 years old and has married and had children, while the younger one is only 16 years old. If something happens to Song Yu, and there is no one in the first house to inherit, then the position of the crown prince will definitely fall into the hands of the second house.

Besides, Song Yusheng's search for the princess was such a secret, who else would know about it except the people of the Song family.

Mrs. Song's speculation is not without reason.

After all, they are brothers, born from the same mother. Song Lin was unwilling to speculate about his brother like this. He said in a deep voice: "Bai Jing is not such a person."

"He is not such a person? He doesn't have such thoughts, but his eldest son doesn't have such thoughts? In the face of power, you actually still care about family affection. Now you care about your brotherhood, why don't you care about the father-son relationship between you and Qi'an! You are kind to everyone, but you are so cruel to him."

Seeing that she was getting more and more outrageous, he stopped her sternly, "You said I didn't care about the relationship between father and son? Do you care about it? People who achieve great things don't care about small details. If I hadn't treated him strictly, how could he be like this now!"

He did not want to argue anymore, so he stood up, said "womanly kindness" and walked away, leaving Madam Song crying with her face covered.

Their daughter, Song Liqing, had been hiding outside and eavesdropping.

Song Liqing was not very old, only fifteen years old, and had a pretty face. As soon as Song Lin left the room, they bumped into each other at the door.

Song Lin is handsome, and although he is over forty years old, one can still vaguely see the youthful charm from his face. It's just that he is too strict, especially when he is angry, and Song Liqing doesn't even dare to look at him.

Song Liqing was caught eavesdropping and timidly called out, "Father."

Song Lin was upset because Song Yusheng was in trouble and he was in no mood to correct her. He just glared at her and left.

Seeing that she was not scolded, Song Liqing breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the main hall. She saw her mother crying and fell into her arms. She looked up and asked, "Mother, can my brother come back?"

Although Song Liqing was not very close to Song Yusheng, perhaps it was Song Yusheng who was unwilling to get close to her. No, to be more precise, it was Song Yusheng who simply did not like to get close to others. This was true even for his blood relatives, not to mention others.

Song Liqing didn't like such a cold brother. Compared with him, even his cousins ​​in the clan were much better than him.

But even if I don't like him, he is still my brother.

Hearing her ask this, Madam Song cried even louder. Seeing that she was crying so hard, Song Liqing didn't dare to ask any more questions and just stayed there and kept comforting her.

*
Wen Chu did not go to the town to set up a stall to read fortunes that day, but stayed at home. The weather was very good today, the spring scenery was bright and the morning sun was shining brightly, which was perfect for sunbathing. She moved a reclining chair outside and asked Song Yusheng to lie down on it.

"Sir, the weather is nice today. Lie down in the sun and get rid of the bad luck."

Song Yusheng followed his instructions and walked towards Wen Chu. Seeing him coming, Wen Chu pointed at the recliner and said with a smile, "Come on, I spent a long time picking this seat. It's comfortable and not blinding."

She smiled as if she had done something extraordinary. The sunlight shone on her face, making her cheeks look rosy.

Today she was not wearing a Taoist robe, but a very rough linen dress.

But even so, it does not conceal her bright and beautiful charm at all.

Song Yusheng looked down at her, and his hands hidden in his sleeves couldn't help but shrink slightly.

He suddenly felt that Wen Chu couldn't possibly be Li Zhaoxi. What Li Zhaoxi had experienced was too tragic. Even a cold-hearted person like Song Yusheng felt that it was a bit cruel. If Li Zhaoxi was really still alive, how could she be like Wen Chu?

So glorious and dazzling.
Heartless.

Even though she often lies and never tells the truth, with Wen Chu around, the dirty life here is not so unbearable.

Although Song Yusheng was unwilling to admit it, this seemed to be the fact.

Wen Chu saw Song Yusheng was in a daze, so he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, "What are you thinking about? Lie down quickly."

He came back to his senses and lay down on the chair obediently, while Wen Chu brought a stool and took a copy of the Book of Changes and put it on his lap to read. There are many books to read and many things to remember when learning Taoism, and Wen Chu would sit in the sun and read when he had nothing to do.

Song Yusheng asked casually, "Did you learn calligraphy from your grandfather?"

Wen Chu casually said "hmm" as a response.

Most of her calligraphy was learned when she was a child in the palace. Old Man Wen did know how to write, but Wen Chu did not learn calligraphy from him. Now that Song Yusheng asked this, she could only answer like this.

Song Yusheng was lying on the chair with his eyes half closed. From this direction, he could only catch a glimpse of Wen Chu's head and a bit of her profile. Perhaps because the weather was a bit hot recently, her earlobes were slightly red under the sun.

Song Yusheng looked away.

In the small and dilapidated courtyard, the young man and the girl looked as if they were in a painting, and they were so beautiful just to look at.

He was about to speak when he saw someone running over from a distance. He had some impression of this person, she was the daughter of the aunt who came to Wen Chu's house to cook that day.

Wen Chu heard the noise, looked up, and saw Zhao Wenwen had already run into the yard, and soon she was in front of him.

"Did something happen? Why are you so anxious?" Wen Chu closed the book, looked up at Zhao Wenwen, and seeing that she was tired from running, he stood up and let her sit on the stool to rest.

Zhao Wenwen panted and said, "Sister, did you tell Doctor Zhao's aunt's fortune before? Did she say that she could get pregnant?"

Wen Chu nodded and asked, "Are you pregnant?"

As expected, Zhao Wenwen nodded vigorously, "Sister, you are amazing! Everyone in the village said that she would never get pregnant, but she actually got pregnant. How did you calculate this?!"

Wen Chu smiled and just said, "Aunt is lucky, but it's good that she's pregnant, otherwise I'll be accused of lying to her."

Zhao Wenwen looked up at Wen Chu with admiration, "Sister, I thought these things were just a lie, but I didn't expect they could actually be calculated. Then why didn't you tell fortunes for others when Father Wen was still alive? If you had started fortune-telling earlier, you would have made a lot of money and eaten a lot of meat!"

Wen Chu nodded her head and scolded her with a smile: "Silly girl, do we have to eat this meat?"

"But you like it, don't you?"

Wen Chu's smile remained unchanged. "I like it, and I like a lot of things, but that doesn't mean I have to get them just because I like them. Grandpa has worked so hard to raise me to this day. If I continue to be so greedy and insist on eating delicious food and wearing silk and satin, wouldn't that be a bit abominable and a bit damnable?"

When Zhao Wenwen heard Wen Chu ask this, she couldn't help but nod. If so, it was really shameful.

For Wen Chu, being able to live like this is already very good, even if the life is poor, but for her, it is also a luxury. Of course, after returning Song Yusheng to the Song family, leaving here and going far away, the life will be more comfortable.

The more Wen Chu thought about it, the more he felt that the future was bright and promising.

No! Zhao Wenwen quickly realized that she was being led astray by Wen Chu. What she wanted to ask was why Wen Chu was unwilling to tell fortunes before, not whether she liked to eat meat!
She wanted to ask more, but was interrupted by Wen Chu, "Is this what you came here to talk about?"

Zhao Wenwen then remembered her purpose. She patted her forehead and said, "No, no, my mother saw that you didn't go to town today, so she asked me to invite you to my house for dinner tonight."

Whenever Wen Chu went to town, she would go to Aunt Yang's house and ride in her husband's ox cart. Today, she didn't show up, so Aunt Yang knew that she didn't go to town.

Song Yusheng had already sat up from the recliner, with his hands on his knees, looking indifferent, and he listened to the two people talking quietly from beginning to end. Wen Chu looked at him, wanting to ask him if he wanted to go.

She was afraid that Song Yusheng would not be able to adapt to these things, and he did not recognize those people, so it would be awkward when he went there. Their eyes met for a moment, and before Wen Chu could ask, she heard Song Yusheng say, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

The two people's actions were no different from "eye contact" in Zhao Wenwen's eyes. She said with some excitement: "Sister Wen Chu, you...you are..."

A single man and a single woman are in the same room. Moreover, they are of similar age and both have such good looks. It is hard for others not to want to go somewhere else.

(End of this chapter)