Chapter 65: Falling from the Clouds into the Mud
Yan Hengyu called Sijiu to carry Song Jinghe back to Changwu Peak.
Shen Qingning followed Fu Ning and asked in a low voice: "Sister Fu, do you think Yan Qu is the son of the Song family, and Jing He is not?"
"That should be the case." Fu Ning said solemnly, "It matches my hunch."
"Your premonition is amazing! Do you have the talent to be a witch?" Shen Qingning praised her sincerely, and then sighed, "But what about Jinghe? If he suddenly changes from Mr. Song to an ordinary person..."
She put herself in the shoes of others and thought about what would happen if she was not the daughter of the Shen family. It seemed that she would have nothing and all her fame came from the Shen family.
She couldn't help but worry about Song Jinghe.
Fu Ning said nonchalantly, "We monks from the human world are living well. They can live the same way as we do."
Although this is true, Shen Qingning shook his head in his heart. Not everyone can bear falling from the clouds into the mud.
She watched Fu Ning send Song Jinghe to Changwu Peak, and Senior Yan put the sacred tree into the storage room. There was nothing she could do, so she said goodbye to Fu Ning and went back to inquire for news.
She was eager to know what the outcome would be between Yan Qu and Song Jinghe.
After Yan Hengyu came out of the storage room, he found that Fu Ning had brought Song Jinghe back to the side room of the main house, had undressed him, and was stitching and applying medicine to stop the bleeding.
"Why don't you find a doctor? Why do you have to do it yourself?"
Fu Ning did not stop moving his hands. "He lost too much blood. By the time the doctor arrives, his condition will be even more critical. Anyway, I can treat external injuries. I don't know how many such injuries I have treated before."
Yan Hengyu fell silent. He knew that the Immortal Lord was talking about the war five hundred years ago. He did not experience that war personally, but the number of cultivators who returned alive was less than half of the number who went there. Several major families suffered heavy losses. As a result, the cultivation world declined for three hundred years before it prospered again.
Half an hour later, Fu Ning finished treating Song Jinghe's external injuries and tied his clothes back on. Just as he was about to stand up, his sleeve was grabbed.
She looked down and saw Song Jinghe clutching her sleeve tightly.
With his injured hand.
Fu Ning raised his hand and pulled several times, but failed to pull it open. He simply pulled it with his hands, but still couldn't get her sleeve free.
I don’t know where this person got the strength after fainting. Fu Ning sighed, “Forget it, I’ll watch him. Xiaoyu, go do your own thing and practice the skills I taught you well.”
Yan Hengyu's eyes dimmed. In his eyes, the Immortal Lord had many ways to get rid of Song Jinghe, but she drove him away.
After Yan Hengyu left the room, Fu Ning went to chat with the system and listened to it tell the story.
Song Jinghe was actually the child of Madam Song's maid. This maid was the daughter of Nanny Zhang, whom Madam Song brought from her natal home. She fell in love with and married a cook in the Song family and gave birth to her grandson at about the same time as Madam Song. At that time, Nanny Zhang looked at her grandson's cute face and suddenly became greedy. She wondered why he couldn't live a good life.
So she took advantage of Mrs. Song's weakness after giving birth and when everyone was busy taking care of her, and secretly swapped her grandson with Mrs. Song's child, and asked her daughter to take the Song child and follow the cook back to her hometown in the human world, Lizhou.
She stayed in the Song family and watched her grandson grow up.
The system sighed after finishing speaking, "In fact, with the talent of a villain, he would not necessarily be worse than the hero when he was with his biological parents. On the contrary, he would have a healthy and happy childhood, would not have experienced the pain of losing his mother, and would not have turned into a villain because he could not accept the disparity in status after learning the truth. Aunt Zhang's greed actually harmed him."
Fu Ning does not agree with its point of view. "After all, it is his personal choice. No one else can be blamed."
"Fu Ning."
The sound was particularly obvious in the quiet room. She came to her senses and saw Song Jinghe with his eyes closed, frowning and calling her name several times in succession.
Apparently he was talking in his sleep. Fu Ning patted his hand and comforted him casually, "I'm here, have a good rest."
Song Jinghe stopped whispering and opened his eyes soon.
The dark eyes seemed to be shining with water, but the next second they immediately became extremely cold.
Fu Ning saw his hand, which was tightly grasping his sleeve, slowly loosen, then he propped himself up and sat up with a muffled groan.
He raised his hand as if he wanted to touch the wound, but stopped halfway and said to Fu Ning in a cold voice: "Thank you Miss Fu for treating me."
Fu Ning raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised by his cold attitude and unfamiliar address, and said in a neutral tone: "Don't mind it, it's just a small favor."
"Yeah." Song Jinghe lowered his head, opened the quilt, got off the bed, put on his shoes, and stood in front of Fu Ning. "I don't want to disturb you. I'll take my leave first."
This attitude really drew a line between him and himself. Fu Ning was a little dazed and asked the system behind his back, "Has the favorability dropped?"
System: "No, the favorability is firmly at 90."
"That's fine." Fu Ning felt a little uncomfortable, so he made way for Song Jinghe and said to him, "Are you going back to the Song family?"
Song Jinghe nodded indifferently.
"You should know what you will face when you go back, right?"
"I know." He was no longer the son of the Song family, and the family members he had lived with for nearly twenty years were no longer his real relatives.
Song Jinghe couldn't describe his mood, he just felt it was both ironic and ridiculous. His relationship with Fu Ning deteriorated because he was a member of the Song family. After the relationship ended, he found out that he was not a member of the Song family at all. His hesitation and paranoia were all meaningless.
What he wanted to grasp, he couldn't grasp, and what he once had was an illusion.
Song Jinghe laughed at himself and left Changwu Peak.
——
The atmosphere in the Song family was extremely tense. Song Shouzhen sat in the main seat with an angry face, and Yan Qu and Song Zhizhi stood beside him. The brothers from other families sat on the chairs on the left and right with expressions of watching the fun. The younger generations all stood behind the chairs and looked at Yan Qu curiously.
In the middle of the main hall, Aunt Zhang was kneeling on the ground, trembling.
As soon as she entered the room and saw Yan Qu and the head of the household standing together, she knew that everything was over and her plot to steal the baby had been exposed.
Song Shouzhen pointed at a talisman with two blood lines intertwined on it, and said in a dignified voice, "Madam Zhang, can you tell me why your grandson's blood is mixed with mine?"
Nanny Zhang's body was shaking like a sieve and she couldn't speak for a long time.
Song Shouzhen narrowed his eyes, "Let me tell you why. You switched my child with your grandson, didn't you?"
Aunt Zhang fell to the ground, crying, "Master, please let me go! I was bewildered for a moment, and that's why I did such a wrong thing!"
Song Shouzhen snorted coldly, pointed at her and cursed: "What a devil you are! You made me help you raise your child for twenty years, and my child is suffering in the human world!"
He finally remembered where he had heard the name Yan Qu. At that time, his wife was pregnant and mentioned that Nanny Zhang's daughter was also pregnant and asked her to name the child.
When Song Shouzhen learned that it was their first child, he said, "Qu means big, if it is a boy, let's name him Yan Qu."
It turned out that he had just given his child a name casually.
Song Shouzhen was so angry that he slammed the table and said, "Drag this servant who deceives his superiors and lies to his subordinates out and beat him to death!"
Yan Qu was still in shock. When he saw two servants dragging the begging Nanny Zhang out, he hurriedly said, "Master Song, please show some mercy and spare her life. After all, she has been my grandmother for nearly twenty years..."
This kind heart was very much like his mother's. Song Shouzhen was overwhelmed with grief and sighed, "Forget it, drag him away and give him 20 lashes, and drive him out of the Song family."
Yan Qu wanted to persuade him again, but saw Song Shouzhen pinching his brows and asked, "Where is Jinghe? Why haven't I seen him?"
Song Jingxu immediately stepped forward and interrupted, "Master, I saw Brother Jing go to Changwu Peak."
He deliberately concealed the fact that Song Jinghe fainted. As expected, Song Shouzhen was furious. "What time is it? His mind is full of that woman. It's hard for him to achieve anything great. He is definitely not my son, Song Shouzhen!"
These were the words Song Jinghe heard when he rushed to the main hall of the Song family with a pale face.
He staggered slightly and clenched his fists tightly. Waves of pain came from the palms of his hands, which seemed to be the only way to relieve the dull pain in his heart.
He walked slowly into the main hall and looked at the man he had called father for twenty years. Now he was looking at him with extremely unfamiliar eyes. Song Jinghe asked calmly, "Father, what do you want from me?"
After all, he had raised his son for twenty years. When Song Shouzhen heard him call him father, his heart softened. But when he thought about how his wife had never seen her biological son until her death, such hatred made his heart cold and hard. "You don't have to call me father. I'm not your father either."
He cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the talisman paper, then threw it at Song Jinghe's face, "Drop the blood in and see."
Song Jinghe took the talisman paper expressionlessly and dripped blood into it. The two blood lines did not intersect at all.
Song Jingxu poked his head out and said loudly with an extremely exaggerated expression: "Brother Jing, it turns out that you are the son of a maid!"
Song Jinghe turned his dark eyes to Song Jingxu without any emotion, "Which maid?"
"Madame Zhang's daughter, what's her name? Ah Luzhu, that's your biological mother."
It turned out to be Aunt Zhang. No wonder she was so nice to me. No wonder she stretched out her hand to me and called my name when she was punished in the yard.
Song Shouzhen scolded Song Jingxu and said to everyone, "Okay, now the truth is out. Yan Qu is my son, Song Shouzhen. I didn't know him well and kept a jackal, tiger or leopard by my side."
"As for Jinghe, after all, you are a child who grew up in the Song family. You can continue to stay here, as usual."
"Yes." The clan members nodded one after another, except Song Jingxu, who pouted his lips in dissatisfaction. It was really a loss of face for him to treat the son of a maid as he usually did.
Song Jinghe raised his eyes, "No need, I will move to Zhenshu Peak."
He knelt down and kowtowed to Song Shouzhen, "Thank you for raising me. I will never forget it."
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the main hall.
Song Zhizhi wanted to chase after him, but when she saw her father's gloomy face, she gave up.
Two days later, Fu Ning learned from Shen Qingning that Song Jinghe had moved to Zhenshu Peak with Nanny Zhang, who was beaten half to death.
Fu Ning teased, "Are you happy? Your engagement is now with Yan Qu."
Shen Qingning covered her face, “Ah, there is no time to mention these things now.”
Fu Ning smiled, "Once he gets familiar with the Song family, the first thing he will mention will definitely be your marriage."
Shen Qingning used her hands as a fan to cool her face, then she remembered something and said seriously, "Yan Qu and I sent some healing pills to Jing He. He was in a strange state, very calm, as if nothing had happened. I was really afraid that he would suppress everything in his heart and hurt himself."
Fu Ning suppressed his smile and said, "I have nothing to do with him anymore. You don't need to tell me these things."
Shen Qingning didn't believe it and said, "Do you really not care about him at all? I don't believe it."
Fu Ning thought about it carefully and measured the length of an inch with his fingers. "Maybe I care a little bit about it."
——
On a dark and windy night, Song Jingxu gave the mountain guard a little benefit and took three cultivators to the Zhenshu Peak.
From childhood to adulthood, he has been suppressed by the son of a maid who is not presentable. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He found three thugs in the Nascent Soul stage and was determined to vent his anger. After all, Song Jinghe has no one to rely on now, so it would not be a big deal even if he beat him to death.
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