Ghosts are not evil

When Song Ling returned to the capital, the lights were on at night, and the snow fell heavily at dusk. As soon as he entered the city gate, the city gatekeeper reported his whereabouts step by step, all the way to Song Xi's ears.

His Majesty, who was eager to see the door, dropped the memorial in his hand, put on his clothes, and rushed to Cheng Wang's mansion. Without being informed, he turned into the back alley on a familiar road, squatted at the foot of the wall, and crawled in through the dog hole that Song Ling used to crawl in and out of when he was a child. , went all the way to Song Ling's bedroom unimpeded, and he was a habitual criminal at first glance.

Outside the courtyard of Song Ling, there is a plaque on the door of Qiyueju. It is inscribed for Princess Shen Chuchu. Ling lived.

Chiyue House was kept spotless inside and out, and when Song Ling was away, the concubine still sent someone to come and clean it every day, so that every time Song Xi stole here, she had to try to avoid the servants of the palace.

Entering the house, Song Xi habitually fiddled with the furnishings in Song Ling's house. After a long time, Song Xi exhausted her patience, and Song Ling visited her parents and returned to her small courtyard, carrying the wind, frost and snow on her way. .

Before Song Ling reached the door, Song Xi waited for the sound of footsteps, opened the door from the inside, stood at the door and stared straight at him, making Song Ling flustered for a while, and said inwardly.

Song Xi said firmly, "What you said back then must be counted."

In front of Shen Qiubai, Song Ling could still talk bravely and say that he would pay him back with interest, but the creditor chased him home, so there is no reason for the debtor to be guilty.

I saw Song Ling's eyes wandering around, raising his hand to grab the hair at the back, Gu Zuo said he didn't dare to look at him: "Why are you here?"

"Come to pick you up into the palace." Even though Song Xi walked a little sloppy, the momentum of wrapping Song Ling's wrist around Song Ling's head towards the moon cave did not diminish at all.

Song Ling wasn't blind, so it was natural to see that Song Xi's footsteps stopped strangely, but Song Xi used a lot of force, and Song Ling couldn't break free for a while, so he could only ask anxiously: "What's wrong with your feet?" Something happened."

Song Xi was afraid that Song Ling would run away from him again as soon as he let go, even his hands were trembling slightly, so he refused to let go, so he pretended to be calm and said, "No problem."

Song Ling didn't listen to what he said, so Song Ling simply started to break it. Seeing that Song Xi was fighting with him, it was a waste of effort, so he had to surrender and admit defeat: "Don't try hard, or you can hug me, I won't run."

Song Xi seemed to have accepted the proposal, stepped forward and hugged Song Ling into her arms, buried her head on the side of his neck and sniffed deeply, and kept silent, causing Song Ling's hairs to stand on end. It's become so nasty.

Song Ling cleared his throat, worried about his left and right, lowered his voice and said to him, "Song Xi, let me tell you, I haven't bathed and changed clothes for five days since I came all the way back."

"Don't talk about five days, ten days will do." Song Xi said without hesitation.

Song Ling sighed with a smile, with mixed feelings in his heart. Song Xi was not worried about gains and losses in the first place, but he was scared out of it. To untie the bell, he had to tie it up: "Then what did you smell like?"

Song Xi muffled, "I can't tell."

Song Ling folded his arms and patted Song Xi's back: "I won't leave, I will follow you into the palace."

Song Xi suddenly let go of her hands and looked at Song Ling, her eyes filled with the last ray of light from the sky, shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the corners of her mouth could not be concealed with joy: "Really?"

Song Ling saw that he was so happy, as if he had gained some great benefits for nothing, no matter how lazy he was to care about so many eyes, he leaned over and kissed Song Xi, and teased him: "Idiot."

Song Xi couldn't get angry because of being in front of others, so she glanced at Song Ling with great reluctance: "I will enter the palace tomorrow, okay, it's strange that I live alone in Zichen Palace, it's so deserted, would you like to be in charge of Feng..." The printing has not yet begun After saying that, Song Ling covered his mouth.

If Song Ling didn't stop him, he could say anything shocking: "Tomorrow, just tomorrow, your feet..."

Song Xi took Song Ling's hand covering his mouth and nose, and every move was so gentle that water would overflow: "I'll wait for you when I go back." Then she turned around to avoid this topic, but was pulled back by Song Ling and asked, "What's wrong with your feet? What's going on, I want to ask you a few times."

Song Xi lost all momentum just now, and said falteringly: "It's a small matter... I was assassinated before and hurt my leg, so it's not good."

"How long ago, when did you recover?" Song Xi explained vaguely, and Song Ling obviously didn't intend to let him go.

"Three months ago." Song Xi could only tell the truth.

Song Ling was half joking: "After you've been busy for a while, take some time to take a good look. If you fall, you won't be able to catch me."

Song Xi always put all her thoughts on her face in front of him, making Song Ling see clearly and understand, Song Ling had no choice but to coax this His Majesty who took everything seriously: "I won't let you if it's true, Let me tell you what it's like to have a sore back and a sore back."

His Majesty would know how embarrassed he was, and squeezed Song Ling's hand with a red face, and then let go: "Don't say such things outside."

Song Ling just thought it was funny to embarrass His Majesty like this: "Leave it on the dragon bed? You dare to belittle me in front of your son, are you ashamed?"

Song Xi didn't know what to say: "I didn't intend to belittle you."

"Oh, that's why I couldn't hold back for a while, and got interested?" Song Ling suffered a loss from Song Xi, and he can remember it forever, so no matter what, he has to get something back.

"Song Ling." Song Xi called him helplessly.

"Don't call me Zixin?" Song Ling looked at him with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows. If he hadn't come back and heard Huanbi say that Song Xi often went to the house, and everyone called him that, he really didn't know that Song Xi had changed his words. It's so fast, obviously everyone called him elder brother in front of people when he was young.

Song Xi actually called him obediently: "Zixin." Carrying the slight ditty of the imperial capital, it was like a feather blowing across the heart.

"Shout again." Song Ling's heart fluttered when he heard it.

Song Xi raised her hand to cover Song Ling's eyebrows from the snow, and looked at each other with a smile: "Zixin."

Song Ling grabbed Song Xi's shoulders, turned him around, and pushed him out of the courtyard: "Okay, go back quickly."

Song Ling could hold his heart and yearn for it, and stop the nostalgic beauty in this cold winter in time. Song Xi already had the name Rongcheng a few years ago, but Song Ling was used to calling the name and couldn't change it for a while. Song Xi didn't care much about these either.

There were never any talkative people in Song Ling's courtyard. What happened between him and Song Xi had to be properly explained to his father, so Song Ling changed his clothes after taking a bath and went to Shen Chuchu's place first.

There is a banquet in the palace tonight, and the father is not at the palace. Since Song Xi has been allowed to enter the palace, it is better to defeat them one by one.

Shen Chuchu knew something about Song Xi and Song Ling's affairs. Even if you didn't say anything about the relationship between the two, it would show through your eyes. As a mother, Shen Chuchu could tell that Song Ling's mood had changed.

When the queen was there, she mentioned Shen Chuchu a little bit, so when Song Ling told her clearly, Shen Chuchu could still sit still: "You can think about it, your father, I can say a few words for you, but Song Xigui is the emperor, No one can replace you for what you will suffer in the future."

"Son, think it over. As long as Song Xi doesn't dislike me, there's nothing to suffer." Once some things are decided, it's not so difficult to talk about.

Shen Chuchu said earnestly: "Your father and I can't care about you until you grow old. You have to choose the person who will accompany you for the rest of your life. In our eyes, you will always be a child. We always hope that you will live a happy life." Well, don't suffer too much, we feel uncomfortable watching it."

Song Ling was handsome and lovable since he was a child, and he was proficient in the six arts when he was young. Everyone said he had a bright future, but who knew that he would stay in Wangyou for six years, and finally came back, and did not stay at home for a long time. Fortunately, Song Ling was so determined to accompany him to the palace.

"Mother and concubine, what are you talking about? Song Xi has always obeyed me. Didn't you always tell me to restrain myself and stop bullying him?" Although Shen Chuchu loved him from the bottom of her heart, she didn't say anything about Song Ling. Song Ling has always been in the left ear and out in the right ear, and often jumps up to His Royal Highness to do bad things.

As long as the sky is not pierced, even His Majesty will turn a blind eye and pretend not to know, let alone others.

Shen Chuchu blamed: "You, you never let me worry, what should come will always come, that's fine, you come with me."

Shen Chuchu twisted the veil, and led Song Ling to go behind the screen, where Song Wang was sitting, obviously hearing everything, with a very ugly face, but because of his wife, he didn't have a seizure.

Shen Chuchu let go of the veil and glanced at Song Wang: "You heard it all, I gave birth to such a child, the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, and I don't want to beat or scold. If you are unhappy, just do it in front of me. Say, don't torment the child behind my back."

Before Song Wang could speak, Shen Chuchu added another sentence: "Just don't do anything, or I will take him back to Shen's mansion immediately, and adopt Ling'er under the name of uncle, so I have nothing to do with your old Song family, so as not to You said that Ling'er ruined the style of the family."

Song Wang suppressed his anger and said, "Chengmei, you insist on protecting him, brother, I'm ashamed to say it."

"It's not uncommon for your old Song family to see this. Don't be too strange. If you feel that your family's incense has been cut off, depending on whether you like to adopt one or take another room, I won't say no." Shen Chuchu and Song When Wang speaks, he is not polite at all.

Song Wang knew that once his wife was more serious, she would not let her in. Song Ling had always been the only one who could speak, and no one else could.

The wife is going to marry by herself, and the son is also born by herself. After a beating to vent her anger, Shen Chengmei will let him suffer for a year. Steel cast a sideways glance at Song Ling: "Uncle Quan Xia knows, I'm afraid he would rather die."

"No matter how good he is, he's still your child. I just want him to live a safe and happy life, and I'll be satisfied if I don't let a white-haired person give away a black-haired person." After speaking, Shen Chuchu gave Song Ling a wink, telling him to stay away from the Song Let's add fuel to our anger.

Song Ling is so clever, he bent over knowingly: "Father calm down, my son will retire."

I saw a faint writing on Song Wang's face, but he didn't say it out.

Song Wang didn't know who Shen Chuchu's temperament was like, maybe he was like his father-in-law. Although he had never seen it before, Song Wang had also heard a little about the absurd things his father-in-law did when his uncle was alive. He also really admired it.

Song Wang didn't think Yuezhang was an ungrateful person, the dead were long gone, and the living were often concerned, not to mention brothers, even husband and wife, father and son, it was rare for them to be so affectionate, it was really embarrassing.

Song Wang only knew that when his father-in-law was alive, he would stay alone in front of his uncle's grave on the fifteenth day of the lunar new year, and whenever he mentioned his uncle, it was as if he was still in the world, leaving the capital for a while, and returning soon.

The word love is the most difficult to understand.

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The next chapter will still be updated on time at [-]:[-] p.m. in three days. Well, I will revise the article after it is finished and change it to the chapter name like the title. I just saw a typo today and changed it.