Song Ling'er is about to leave, and she has to leave life or death.
She is different from ordinary women of her time. She has her own ideals and pursuits, and is not willing to be just a dependency of a man. Of course, she is more conservative when it comes to marriage, willing to sacrifice for her lover, and even take the initiative to find a real wife for him.
A very bizarre way of thinking, but it is in line with the environment in which she grew up.
"Really don't think about it anymore?" Wang Yuan asked.
Song Ling'er smiled and said: "I don't want to think about it anymore, I will leave the capital tomorrow."
Wang Yuan took out a letter, handed it to Song Ling'er and said, "This is a letter from Master Xi. It was written in October last year and was just delivered yesterday."
Song Ling'er didn't answer the letter and pushed it back: "I know that Xi Shenzheng also wrote a letter to Mr. Xi, who has already told me. In September last year, my father claimed to be ill and begged to become an official, and handed over the post of Guizhou Propaganda Ambassador to him.
Let me represent my elder brother Song Ren. Moreover, Song Ren's son also died of illness, leaving him as childless as my father."
The Song family is really unlucky. The leader Song Ran has no sons, and the heir Song Ren has no sons either.
If it works properly, Song Ling'er can really become the de facto leader of the Song family.
"Follow me!" Song Ling'er said, holding Wang Yuan's hand.
Wang Yuan didn't understand what he meant and asked: "What?"
Song Ling'er pulled him to shake hands and lay on the bed: "Come on, give me a son, and I will let him make toast from now on!"
Wang Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Sister, it's still daytime."
"What happened during the day?" Song Ling'er said, "We, the men and women of the Zhong family, can sing folk songs on March 3rd and June 6th. As long as we sing correctly, we can sleep in the wilderness, no matter what day or night it is."
Wang Yuan walked over, sat by the bed, held Song Ling'er's hand and said, "How do you know that you can get pregnant this time and will definitely give birth to a son?"
Song Ling'er smiled and said, "Let's give it a try."
"Can I try this thing?" Wang Yuan was speechless.
"Come on," Song Ling'er became extremely bold today, perhaps because she was leaving, and asked seriously, "Hey, do you know what to do?"
Wang Yuan said casually: "I haven't tried it."
Song Ling'er suddenly became troubled: "I haven't tried it before, what should I do?"
Wang Yuan lay next to her: "How about we lie down and chat, maybe the baby will be born while we lie down."
"I'm not a fool!" Song Ling'er laughed angrily.
Wang Yuan turned over and lay on his side, faced Song Ling'er's face, stretched out his finger to poke her cheek: "The skin is so good, just like a hard-boiled egg. You have been crazy outside all day long, why haven't you tanned or roughened it?"
Song Ling'er felt happy after hearing this and said proudly: "A natural beauty."
"Oh, I can also use idioms." Wang Yuan joked.
Song Ling'er said: "I have learned a lot from my husband in the past two years. I am not the wild girl I used to be."
"Let me give you a hug." Wang Yuan said.
Song Ling'er felt her body heat up and took the initiative to nuzzle over to her: "Please hug me, I like you to hug me."
The boy and girl hugged each other, making no extra moves, just quietly enjoying the sweetness and warmth of the moment. Wang Yuan didn't want to take the opportunity to do anything, while Song Ling'er didn't know what to do.
Perhaps out of instinct, Song Ling'er lay softly in Wang Yuan's arms, suddenly raised her head and pecked her lover on the lips, and asked stupidly: "Is this a kiss?"
"Where did you learn it from?" Wang Yuan asked.
Song Ling'er replied: "I have heard since I was very young that if a man and a woman become a couple, they must kiss."
Wang Yuan said with a smile: "When you agree to marry me, I will teach you how to really kiss."
Song Ling'er said confusedly: "Isn't it just now?"
"No." Wang Yuan said.
"Then teach me how to kiss for real!" Song Ling'er was eager to give it a try.
Wang Yuan held her in his arms: "I won't teach you unless you agree to be my wife."
Song Ling'er immediately pouted and said: "If you don't teach me, I won't teach you. Anyway, for the sake of your future, I won't marry you. But I won't marry anyone else either. You have me in your heart and I have you in my heart. That's enough."
Yes. Why do we have to get married?"
"Why are you so stubborn!" Wang Yuan was particularly depressed.
Song Ling'er suddenly laughed and said: "Stop talking, hug me tight!"
Wang Yuan patted her shoulder: "I'll give you something."
"What?" Song Ling'er asked curiously.
Wang Yuan took out a small box from under his pillow, and inside was a pair of earrings: "Do they look good?"
"It's so beautiful!" Song Ling'er sat up happily.
This is a pair of glass earrings that I bought on the same day. In the Ming Dynasty, they were considered top-quality medicinal jade because the craftsmen made the glass opaque (ordinary ones are translucent).
The glass beads of the earrings are golden yellow. If you blink at them, you might think they are made of gold, but they are more sparkling than gold and have no characteristics of glass at all.
The development of ancient Chinese glass can be divided into several stages.
From the pre-Qin Dynasty to the Han Dynasty, lead-barium glass was mainly used, and the production technology was relatively primitive.
The Northern and Southern Dynasties suddenly ushered in great development, turning into high-lead glass and alkali glass, and mastered the glass blowing technology.
These technologies reached their peak in the Song Dynasty. The mainstream glass products in the Northern Song Dynasty were still high-lead glass and alkali glass. However, glass as transparent as crystal could be produced, barely reaching the level of making telescopes.
The Yuan Dynasty followed the technology of the Southern Song Dynasty, but compared with the Northern Song Dynasty, the production technology was slightly backward.
By the Ming Dynasty, it had completely gone astray. It could be made opaque as it should be. The completely opaque glass was the best!
The glass earrings in Song Ling'er's hands are top quality.
This girl couldn't put it down while holding the earrings. She looked at them carefully for a long time before smiling and saying, "Put them on quickly!"
Wang Yuan sat next to her, stared at her ears carefully, and said awkwardly: "Uh...it seems like you don't have your ears pierced."
Song Ling'er asked curiously: "Do I still need to pierce my ears?"
"Yes," Wang Yuan was speechless, "I'll change it for you."
"No need," Song Ling'er took the earrings and stuffed them into her arms. "It doesn't matter whether you wear them or not, as long as you gave them to you. And they are very beautiful. You can take them out and look at them every day."
The two lay down again, hugging each other and talking about love for a while.
Suddenly, Wang Yuan said seriously: "When you return to Guizhou this time, you must be accompanied by guards at all times, and you cannot eat other people's food randomly. It's okay that your brother has a son, but now that his son is dead, he will definitely attract others to covet him. You are in Guizhou
The stronger you act, the easier it is to be hated by your tribe. Remember, remember!"
Song Ling'er nodded and said, "I remember, I promise not to eat other people's food randomly."
Historically, after An Guirong's death, the An family struggled in chaos.
After Song Ran died, the Song family did the same thing.
His son Song Ren had only been on the throne for two years. He was young and strong, but he died inexplicably. Song Ren's younger brother Song Chu was the heir. Song Chu also died quickly, and his son Song Kui was the heir.
The one who was beaten violently by Wang Yuan.
Song Kui also died early. His son died just after he grew up, leaving no heirs. Song Kui's cousin Song Hao succeeded him. Song Hao still died quickly, and his eldest son succeeded Song Yiqing. Song Hao's eldest son had just passed away.
When he reached adulthood and died, his youngest son succeeded him, and Song Yiqing continued to act as his deputy.
If the original historical development continues and the Song family has changed so many leaders, it is estimated that Wang Yuan is still alive and well, because only a few decades have passed during this period.
The main reason for the decline of the Shuidong Song family is not that the territory suddenly shrank, but that the head of the family died too quickly, and on average, he had to be replaced in less than ten years.
This situation lasted until the Wanli period, when internal stability was finally achieved, but the Yang family in Bozhou encountered a rebellion.
The leader of the Song family at that time, Song Cheng'en, was the unmarried son-in-law of the Yang family in Bozhou, and was tricked by his father-in-law into rebelling. Song Cheng'en was loyal to the court and would rather die than obey, and was kept under house arrest by his father-in-law. Although he was later rescued, he was not allowed to live for long.
He died without even getting married, let alone leaving any children.
Song Chengen was so loyal to the court, but his uncle and cousins were both mentally retarded. He died inexplicably, and was probably murdered by his uncle. Shortly after his death, his uncle rebelled and was beheaded by the court. His cousin rebelled again and was beheaded by the court. This time
The Song family's qualification as chieftain was directly cancelled, and the Shuidong Song family disappeared.
If Song Ling'er goes back this time and shows strong performance, it will be dangerous and unpredictable.
Wang Yuan said: "I will write a letter to Governor Wei, Master Xi, Song Matou (Song Jian), and my former classmates and ask them to help take care of you. You can also get the support of the guarding eunuch.
I think there shouldn't be any danger. Since Song Ren's son is dead, we can support Song Gongzi to succeed as the Xuanwei envoy. After all, he is the contemporary eldest grandson!"
Song Ling'er smiled and said, "Are you afraid that I will be killed?"
Wang Yuan said: "You are too simple-minded. I'm afraid you won't be able to understand these intrigues."
Song Ling'er smiled and said, "Sir, you have already planned it for me."
"That's okay." Wang Yuan said.
Song Ling'er suddenly turned over and lay on Wang Yuan: "Let's make a little man quickly. My eldest brother (Mr. Song) is determined to teach, but he won't do anything to comfort him. You let me give birth to a son, and let the eldest brother do it reluctantly first.
, our son can be a toast when he grows up!"
"Don't be like this, okay?" Wang Yuan felt that he had been violated by the female gangster.
"I don't care, we must make a little man today." Song Ling'er began to take off Wang Yuan's clothes.