Ghosts are not evil

Emperor Qinghua of Dongji dropped a golden bell at the banquet, and asked the cat raised by Tianjun to play with it. He threw it back and forth, and rolled it down the cloud lake. With a meow, he turned his head and went back to play with Tianjun.

The golden bell fell into the Layers of Clouds Lake, and finally fell into the human world. It was picked up by a magpie and thrown among the blooming peonies in the Shen Mansion of Bian State. Shen Nianqing happened to see it, picked up the golden bell, and swayed a crisp bell. It sounded, it felt like an exquisite object, and I don't know who left it.

Shen Chuchu walked down the corridor with her stomach straight, and called out: "Qiuluo, I told you to pick some peonies, why are you in a daze."

Shen Nianqing hurried forward to support her elder sister: "I'm just picking."

Shen Chuchu looked at the peonies in the garden, competing for beauty in the spring. At this time last year, his father was still taking care of these peonies in the garden. This year, he is gone. Things are impermanent: "My father cultivated them all by himself. what does it do."

Shen Nianqing looked back, vaguely remembering his father busy in the garden, every time he looked back and saw him, he always smiled and said to him: "It's Qiuluo, come to Daddy."

Shen Nianqing hadn't had time to ask her father whether it was Nianqing who fell in autumn or Nianqing who fell in autumn, and her father was no longer there.

Shen Nianqing went down the steps to fold the flowers, only then remembered the golden bell in her palm, turned her head and spread out her palm to Shen Chuchu: "Just now I found a golden bell among the peonies."

Shen Chuchu picked it up curiously, and looked carefully, and there were many small characters engraved on it: "It seems to be engraved with something, it is too densely engraved, so I can't see it clearly." When I wanted to look at it seriously, I suddenly felt a pain in my stomach, and I immediately supported my waist and bowed slightly. , resting her stomach on her hands, frowning tightly, her expression was ugly: "No, Qiuluo, I seem to be about to give birth."

When Shen Qiuluo heard this, she was so anxious that she picked up Shen Chuchu by the waist, went straight to the wing room, and told the little maid: "Quickly go and ask Mrs. Wen to come."

Unexpectedly, Shen Chuchu had a difficult delivery, and everyone in the mansion became busy. Song Wang was still in court, and he would not be able to come back for a while. Only Shen Qiuluo could make the decision in the family, so naturally he wanted to protect the big one.

Shen Chuchu refused, and insisted on giving birth to the child. The golden bell tightly squeezed in her hand burst into golden light, and then disappeared. Shen Chuchu lifted it up in one breath, and the child was born smoothly.

Song Wang got the news early in the morning, and hurried back, just happened to be holding the child out of Wen Po, Song Wang stretched out his hand to take it, and saw that he was holding a small hand, and opened it to see, it turned out to be a golden bell in his hand.

Seeing this, Shen Qiuluo told Song Wang about finding the golden bell among the peonies this morning, while Wen Po congratulated her: "My lord, this is auspicious. Just now, Mrs. Cai had a difficult delivery, and the golden light suddenly flashed in her hand, and then the young master will be safe." I was born, I think it is God's blessing, the little prince must have a bright future in the future."

When Song Wang found out that the mother and child were safe, his heart sank. Perhaps his father was protecting him in the dark: "Then call him Song Ling, Ling Yun's Ling."

Shen Qiuluo teased Song Ling who was in Song Wang's arms, and said with a smile, "It's just right, my nickname is Jin Ling'er."

Song Ling grew up gradually, with extraordinary talents. He could sing at the age of three and compose at the age of seven.

The current emperor is the son of the princess Song Yijing. After careful calculation, the crown prince Song Xi is still his cousin. Song Ling doesn't understand what kind of companions such a baby doll would want to study with, and playmates are almost the same.

Song Xi is a quiet and ascetic child, like his queen mother, for him, everything will come naturally.

Only Song Ling is a variable, flying and jumping, with a lively temperament like the sky in June in the world.

Song Xi is very concerned about her studies, but Song Ling doesn't care about it. She tinkers with small gadgets all day long. Today she carves a wooden bird, and tomorrow she weaves a dragonfly. Whenever Song Xi likes it, Song Ling is happy to give it to him.

Once Song Ling tied up a pair of paper kites, the paintings were lifelike, one was given to Song Xi, and the other was supposed to be brought back to the mansion. Concubine Hui took the fifth prince to face the saint, and happened to bump into Song Ling on the palace road. Leaning over and bowing, the fifth prince caught the paper kite with one glance, and refused to let go of it while holding onto it.

Song Ling is not willing to let people have a temperament, and it will be ruined every time he comes and goes.

Concubine Hui has been favoring Zhenglong recently, so she didn't put Song Ling in her eyes, and said arrogantly: "The fifth prince is still young and ignorant, how old are you to make him, you should give in, it's just a paper kite, what are you doing with him?" Fighting, if you fall to him, you can't bear it."

Song Ling stabbed back: "Don't say a kite, it's just a piece of paper. It's my own, Song Ling's. No matter how much the Fifth Prince likes it, I'll grab it if I don't want to give it to him. This behavior is no different from a robber. If you go to Dasheng to listen, I'm afraid His Majesty will not be happy."

Concubine Hui pulled the fifth prince back, gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "What a sharp-tongued Song Ling, my palace is always with the holy car, so I am afraid that you, a little prince, will accompany you and tell stories in front of your majesty."

The Empress has always been generous, and it is not easy to gain authority in the palace. Even so, His Majesty will not let a concubine bully the Empress.

The crown prince is a grown-up and a concubine, and he is diligent and studious. Except for his not very lively temper, he can't find any faults in the rest. His Majesty also values ​​it very much. So what if he dotes on concubine Hui and the fifth prince? Confused, I don't know how much I weigh myself: "Young lady, just ask yourself, don't tell me, Song Ling will leave."

The concubines in the palace kept a lot of birds. It was cold dew, and the birds would gather in twos or threes to eat fruit on the holly tree in the palace garden. Song Ling and Song Xi passed by in the garden. Song Ling had sharp eyes and recognized it. The hibiscus bird on the branch belonged to Concubine Hui's Palace, and she became playful: "Can Your Highness know how to play with a slingshot?"

Song Ling always said that once out is out, Song Xi didn't know what kind of plan Song Ling was planning, and asked, "Why?"

Song Ling pointed to the hibiscus bird: "That hibiscus bird, let's see which of us will shoot it down first."

Song Ling was nominally accompanied by the crown prince, but the crown prince, Song Xi, never saw anyone else, and he didn't know where he was going crazy, so he just played by himself, and when he came back, he had to tell him what he saw and heard. His head is big.

Among the children of the aristocratic family, there is no Song Ling who is not familiar with him, and he does not know how many scented handkerchiefs he has accepted from the ladies of the boudoir: "Since there is a competition, why not set a lottery, if I win, I will punish you to eat and sleep with me for three days. Take your temper."

Song Ling agreed without hesitation: "Okay, listen to you, if I win, what will happen if we go out to the palace to visit the lanterns in a few days on the Lantern Festival?"

Song Xi was obviously not happy about it, but she didn't refute it. If she went with Song Ling, it seemed like people were coming and going, and it wasn't that annoying.

In the end, there was no doubt that Song Ling won. The hibiscus bird was lying pitifully on the grass. Song Ling didn't even look at it, and said to Song Xi with a smile, "Your Highness, you can't keep your word."

No one in Bianjing knows, no one knows, the son of Cheng Wang, who is always in a cockfight and messes with flowers and grass everywhere.

Song Ling's temperament is too flamboyant, and sooner or later he will suffer, but Song Xi doesn't want him to be too cautious, as long as he can protect Song Ling for a day, it will be a day.

On the Lantern Festival, there is a beautiful moonlight, fiery trees and silver flowers. Talented men and beautiful women meet at dusk. After dusk, Song Ling leads Song Xi through the city of lights, chatting with each other from time to time, talking about anecdotes and anecdotes in Beijing.

Song Ling caught a glimpse of a ghost-faced lantern, which looked more and more like Song Xi, couldn't help laughing, and pointed it to Song Xi: "Look at that lantern, does it look like you?" He made a grimace: " like this."

Song Xi didn't feel annoyed when she saw it, but made him laugh at the grimace. She went up to buy the lantern with the peddler and handed it to Song Ling: "You look like me, I'll give it to you."

Song Ling held the lantern and was overjoyed: "It's good to go back and hang it at the gate of the East Palace to ward off evil spirits."

Song Ling was seventeen last year, and Song Xi was sixteen this year. The queen intended to choose a concubine for her, and held a banquet in the palace during the Flower Festival.

Light gauze and beaded mantles line the beauties, and the dark fragrance is wafting and the lamps reflect the flowers.

On a moonlit night, the prince of the East Palace was puzzled by who moved his heart.

It was Song Ling who was fascinated by the flowers, and poured the Baihua wine into his throat, but he didn't know that this sweet wine was also intoxicating.

On the other hand, Song Xi looked back at those Yingying Yanyans, who were already in a slump. Seeing that Song Ling was drunk, she just got an excuse to help Song Ling get up and drive back to the palace.

With drunken eyes, Song Ling didn't know who he thought of Song Xi. With the help of the surrounding area, the two of them fell down on the couch, only to feel that Song Xi's eyebrows and eyes were attractive, and they kissed her, extremely domineering and endlessly lingering.

Song Xi never knew that he still had such a side, and instead of being willing to push it away, he indulged and encouraged him, and the situation became more and more out of control.

Seeing that the prince hadn't come back for a long time, the queen asked someone to invite her. The palace people knew what was going on inside when they heard from the door, but they didn't dare to interrupt rashly.

One is the crown prince and the other is the prince. In the palace, there is nothing absurd. Serving by the empress's side, this girl has long been used to it.

The prince's close servants are all those who were close to the former empress, so he naturally knows what to say and what not to say. Aunt Jin Yan called aside a few maidservants who answered the door, and said straight to the point: "I think you should I know, let me remind you again, keep your mouth shut, otherwise the lives of the whole family will not be guaranteed."

Several court ladies responded in a low voice with low eyebrows: "Yes, aunt."

Whether this matter is big or small, it is natural to report to the queen first, and then make a decision.

After hearing this, the queen couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry. She took a leisurely tour for a week, looked at the ladies from aristocratic families who were seated at the banquet, sighed, and said softly: "No wonder Xi'er didn't even look at it. Song Ling made a fuss. But he is also a good boy, let them go, you don’t need to tell His Majesty and King Cheng first, the two brothers are quick-tempered, how do you know that they love their children and fight back, and it will be difficult for them to marry wives and have children in the future.”

Song Xi knew what kind of bastard Song Ling was. Although Song Ling started it first, he was the one who bullied others, almost coaxing and coaxing him into force. When Song Ling cried and told him to stop, he obviously knew who he was.

Song Ling has always wanted to save face and hold grudges. If he wakes up and finds out, he must part ways with him and never see each other again. This matter has to be taken slowly. I only hope that he will not remember it when he wakes up after drinking.

Song Ling woke up feeling like his bones were falling apart, mainly due to hangover and lack of sleep. Last night he had a dream. He dreamed that he was sitting on a small boat, ups and downs in the sea.

The headache was terrible, Song Ling was half-dead all day, lying on the desk and saying that this hurts and that hurts, Song Xi felt ashamed, so it was rare not to blame him, and the rest, he didn't say anything.

Seeing that he was indifferent after making trouble for a long time, Song Ling cursed angrily, "Song Xi, you bastard."

After saying that, he flung the book and left. It turned out that he remembered that Song Xi was so regretful that he hurriedly got up and chased after him. At least he caught up, so he hurriedly pulled him back. It was rare that he was in a hurry: "Song Ling, I am I'm afraid that if you find out, you won't come to the palace in the future."

After all, Song Ling was two years older than him, and he still understood some things: "I won't go to the palace anymore. My family has already told me about the marriage. It will be next month. I'm just joking with you." , don't take it seriously."

Song Xi is so smart, so he naturally knew what he was thinking: "Just because I am the prince and you are the son, we are destined to be impossible?"

Song Ling smiled very ugly: "I have always betrayed my heart. When you become Your Majesty, if you still think of me, it will not be too late for me to enter the palace to accompany you. At that time, no one in the world will be able to blame you."

Song Xi struggled in her heart for a long time, and finally let go of her hand, standing still: "Okay, Song Ling, remember what you said today, and when no one in the world dares to say anything wrong about me, you can come into the palace to accompany me."

Song Ling just found an excuse that was enough for him to let go, regardless of whether Song Xi would remember it after many years.

Song Ling's marriage was blew up, and the lady who had made an engagement with him eloped with the same knight-errant, and it was unknown who in the palace was spreading rumors, saying that Song Ling had raped the harem, so he was sent back to the mansion.

For a while, all the young ladies in Beijing shunned Song Ling.

The candidate for the crown princess has been decided, and she will be married soon.

Shen Chuchu's nephew, Shen Qiubai, followed his father into the rivers and lakes in his early years, and now he is practicing medicine in Shu.

Song Ling has no intention of official career now, and there is no hope of marriage. Shen Chuchu suggested that Song Ling should go to Wangyou Valley to study medicine, so as to cultivate himself.

It was early autumn, and Song Ling took only one servant, and two of them rode on the road to Wangyou Valley. The scenery along the way was beautiful, all of which he had never seen before, maybe he didn't have to rely on Song Xi.

Firstly, as a man, Song Ling never wanted to be inferior to others, if Song Xi hadn't insisted on... hey...

Secondly, Song Xi, as the heir, would not say three thousand in the harem in the future, but at least several hundred, he asked himself if he was not tolerant, why bother to let the prince of Xiaoyao be wrong, and make himself suffer for nothing.

The sadness now is only temporary, and it will be fine in a few years. Maybe he will like someone else, who is more suitable to be with him for a lifetime.

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The update will be postponed for a month, and the manuscript will be stored in retreat. The double update will be on October [-]nd, and then it will be updated once every three days as usual.