Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 526 Young Master Xiaoyao is not omnipotent (1 more)
Wang Xiaolang trembled all over when he heard the words, he stammered and said, "No, no one appointed me, I really came to meet my relatives."

Zhao Xi's long eyelashes were lowered, and Wang Xiaolang's eyes fell on Wang Xiaolang's body without any warmth, "Since you recognize your relatives, why didn't you go to the Song Mansion, and why did you come to the Shenbing Division? Besides, who told you that Song Hao is in the Shenbing Division? "

After Zhao Xicha finished speaking, Wang Xiaolang felt that Song Yuanbao was looking at him with a knife in his eyes. He was so shocked that he was covered in cold sweat, and he hugged Zhao Xi's leg without letting go. You can only come to the Division of Divine Soldiers."

"Then what you just said..."

"Really, really." Wang Xiaolang hurriedly said: "I'm not lying, it's all true, Song Yuanbao is not Song Sanlang's biological son, his biological parents were killed by Song Sanlang more than ten years ago."

Fearing that Song Yuanbao would whip himself again, Wang Xiaolang plucked up the courage to look at him, and said, "I really didn't lie. If you don't believe me, take me back to see your grandma, and when I see someone tell me, Everything becomes clear."

Zhao Xi's eyes darkened, "If there is even half a lie, you know what will happen."

"Don't dare, dare not, grass people dare not." Wang Xiaolang looked very afraid of the two of them.

Zhao Xi looked at Song Yuanbao silently, intending to let him make up his own mind.

Song Yuanbao didn't speak, just stood there motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Song Hao." Zhao Xi said aloud: "The truth is still unknown at this time, so calm down and don't fall into other people's traps."

Song Yuanbao tightened his grip on the whip, and lifted Wang Xiaolang's back collar.

When the wound was touched, Wang Xiaolang wailed in pain, please be gentle.

Song Yuanbao stared at him fiercely, "You came all the way from Ningzhou to the capital to meet your relatives, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I'm your uncle. Of course I want to recognize your nephew. What can I do?"

"For so many years, I didn't know that I had an uncle. Now that my reputation has spread, you can't wait. How dare you say that you don't have any intentions?"

After Song Yuanbao finished speaking, he put his foot on Wang Xiaolang's back.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaolang staggered forward, lying on the ground unable to get up.

Fearing that Song Yuanbao would be violent again, Zhao Xi hurriedly called him, "Song Hao, calm down."

Song Yuanbao's clenched fists trembled twice, his eyes were unreasonably red.

"If you can't make a choice for a while, then I will take this person away first, and wait until you calm down completely."

Song Yuanbao didn't say a word, apparently he didn't want Wang Xiaolang to go to the Song Mansion either.

Wen Wan's delivery date is approaching, once she is stimulated, no one can predict what will happen.

The Adam's apple rolled twice, Song Yuanbao pressed the fire and said, "Please trouble Your Highness."

Zhao Xi took a deep look at him, "Are you really alright?"

Song Yuanbao shook his head, "I can't die."

Zhao Xi was silent for a moment, then said in a slow voice: "I don't want to hear such words as cutting off one's robe and justice again. Before you blurt it out, you should also consider how much you will hurt others."

Song Yuanbao was taken aback, "Your Highness..."

Zhao Xi withdrew his gaze, "I'll take him away first, you should go back home earlier, don't let your family worry."

Song Yuanbao watched Zhao Xiyuan's back, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

-

When Song Yuanbao returned home, the sun was setting.

Grandpa was chopping bamboo in the garden to make bamboo dragonflies for Jinbao, while grandma and Song Jiao were chattering about the girl's marriage.

Wen Wan was lying on the rocking chair, her lower abdomen was swollen high, she was about to be full term, and the servant girl Yun Cai gently pinched her legs.

Song Yuanbao stood at the gate of Qingteng Courtyard, hesitated for a long time but did not go in.

"Young Master." He didn't recover until Duan Yan's voice sounded from behind.

Wen Wan in the yard also heard the voice, poked her head and called out, "Yuanbao?"

Song Yuanbao had to if he didn't enter now.

He sighed, raised his legs and stepped into the courtyard door, and stood in front of the gentle rocking chair, without yelling "Mother".

"Sit down." Wen Wan waved her hands to let the clouds recede, straightened herself up, and sat on the stone bench with her waist supported.

Song Yuanbao sat down opposite her.

"Your complexion is not very good, did something happen to you?" Wen Wan asked softly.

"It's okay." Song Yuanbao shook his head, then lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

"Your father was transferred to another place early in the morning to buy wood." Wen Wan said, "Before he left, someone sent a letter to the family. It may take a while before he comes back."

"I know." Song Yuanbao's voice was limp and dull.

Wen Wan looked at the slap print on his right cheek, thoughtfully.

She had a premonition about Wang Xiaolang's coming to the capital to recognize his relatives, but she didn't say anything, she would take precautions in advance if there was something bad in the past, but this time, she wanted Yuan Bao to face it by herself.

No one can be smooth for a lifetime. In the first 15 years, Yuan Bao was too smooth, so some bad things were buried in his bones, and he never showed it because he didn't encounter anything that would make him frustrated.

A person's growth cannot be taught by mouth, no matter how calm Song Wei is and how well he can educate him, it will not be as useful as Yuan Bao's experience honed in the face of choices and setbacks.

No matter who Wang Xiaolang was instigated to provoke the relationship between Yuan Bao and Song Wei at this juncture, Yuan Bao must survive this hurdle by himself.

Seeing that he was silent, Wen Wan smiled and said: "Dinner should be ready soon, do you want to eat with me, or go next door with grandma?"

Song Yuanbao was silent for a long time, then shook his head, "I'm a little tired, I'm going back to my room first, I'll let Duan Yan fetch it later."

After speaking, Song Yuanbao stood up neatly.

"Yuan Bao." Wen Wan called him.

Song Yuanbao stopped and didn't look back.

A gentle voice came from behind, "Remembering the bad things of others is a very tiring thing, it hurts the body and mind, but remembering the good things of others, you will find that the sky can be higher and the sea can be wider. Can go further."

Song Yuanbao was surprised, he didn't understand why Wen Wan suddenly said this to himself.

Turning around slowly, he saw a gentle smile on the gentle, beautiful and dignified face, and said to him with the corners of his lips bent: "Go, it's time to eat."

Song Yuanbao hummed lightly, and quickly disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Song Jiao came from Rong'an Hall, helped Wen Wan into the room, and asked in doubt: "Just now when I came here, I ran into Eldest Brother, and his expression was not quite right, did something happen?"

"It's okay." Wen Wan said: "Healed from a serious illness, maybe he hasn't recovered yet."

-

That night, Song Yuanbao tossed and turned without falling asleep, and many things came into his mind.

He thought of when he was in Ningzhou, he overheard villagers discussing his life experience in private.

At that time, he knew that he was not Song Wei's biological son. Originally, he should call Song Wei third uncle.

It's just that his parents are gone, so the third uncle raised him under his own name.

Maybe it was because he had no memory of his biological parents since he was a child, but instead he became closer to his third uncle, and he never thought of asking about his biological parents.

For so many years, he has been numb his excess emotions, until today Wang Xiaolang came to recognize his relatives.

Especially when Wang Xiaolang explained the cause of his parents' death clearly and clearly, Song Yuanbao did not deny that he was greatly disturbed in his heart.

The more unwilling he was to think about it, the more his mind would involuntarily bring him to that question.

He wanted to ask his grandma, but he was afraid that he would not be able to bear the truth, but he held it in his heart and felt uncomfortable.

After staying up all night without closing his eyes, Song Yuanbao had dark circles under his eyes. Duanyan said worriedly: "My lord, why don't you go to the Imperial College to give you a leave of absence? You can't go to class like this!"

"No need." Song Yuanbao tidied himself up and went out to get in the carriage.

When we arrived at the Imperial Academy, when we got out of the car, we saw Father-in-law Sanbao standing outside the gate, holding a small book basket in his hand, which Song Yuanbao had brought to the Shenbing Division yesterday.

Seeing him, Eunuch Sanbao quickly stepped forward, "My lord, Your Highness asked the servant to pass this on to you."

Inside are the three ancient traditions that have been copied a thousand times.

Song Yuanbao took it, thanked him and walked directly into the gate.

Eunuch Sanbao looked at Song Yuanbao's back wonderingly, no wonder His Royal Highness told him not to provoke Song Yuanbao before leaving the palace, this young master was really weird today.

Before the class, Song Yuanbao handed in the three ancient biography styles that he had copied. He didn't lose his mind during the whole class and listened very carefully.

During lunch, Classmate Lin asked him, "Brother Xiaoyao, did you stay up all night and copy that one thousand times?"

Song Yuanbao nodded and said yes.

"You are so honest." Lin Tong said: "It's just three names, it's fine to let the servants do it for you, and the school officer won't really check it over and over again, why are you so desperate? This style, a little Children are not at ease."

Song Yuanbao ate the food in his mouth, and responded casually: "Mr. Xiaoyao is not omnipotent. At least, I still have a few teachers on my head who cannot be easily offended."

(End of this chapter)