Chapter 476 Unfilial Son

Song Nan shrank behind the low wall and did not move. The snow fell on her head, and her body was cold and piercing. The people-style sheepskin jacket on her body could not resist the cold, but the gray appearance happened to hide her figure very well. Through the dead grass and trees covered with snowflakes on the low wall, it can be seen that three or four sneaky figures on the street are chasing the carriage. It goes without saying that these guys are all the secret whistles of their parties.

After these people passed, Song Nan still carefully waited behind the low wall and waited for a tea time. No suspicious people followed him. Then she slowly got up and patted the thick snow on her body, turned out of the gap of the low wall and came to the street. There were only sporadic pedestrians around, and the shopkeepers and guys in several dilapidated shops on both sides also shrank their necks around the stove to warm them. Song Nan slightly identified the direction, put his hands in his sleeves, shrank like an ordinary local man and plunged into the alley on the right.

The cob-like alleys are crisscrossed and empty, and occasionally there are children's crying from the huts on both sides; in the harsh winter, such a house may not be much warmer than the ice cellar. Song Nan had no time to lament the suffering of the people and walked along the alley with his head covered. He went into a dead end several times and had to retreat. Although Wang Yong did his homework last night and led people to touch the terrain of this area, it was still extremely difficult to compare the map in the maze of these low adobe thatched huts.

Finally, he passed through this maze array and suddenly opened up in front of his eyes. It turned out to be a small lake in the city. Under the bare tree by the lake, Song Nan saw a short figure with his head and sleeves. His heart was relieved and he walked quickly.

That person is Wang Yong, who agreed to meet here. In order to avoid the eyeliner around Guanxue Building, Wang Yong and Song Nan set out in batches and agreed to play here.

"Your Excellency." Wang Yong shouted in a low voice.

Song Nan waved her hand to stop him from saling and asked softly, "How far is it?"

Wang Yong said, "Go north around the lake and cross two alleys. Just in case, you can only get out of the car far away and walk there, otherwise the intention may be found."

Song Nan nodded and understood that the reason why they got off the bus so far away from the destination was that they had made the worst plan. Even if they were seen when they got out of the car, they did not know what their intentions were. If they got close to the destination, it would be easy to implicated in the family they were going to visit. And on the way, you can also reconfirm whether you have been followed.

The two huddled behind the tree and looked around quietly for a while to confirm that no one followed them. Then they got up and walked north along the shore of the lake. After a moment, the two had turned into another grass house maze. After twisting, they came to a small courtyard.

From the outside, the small courtyard is still neat. There are several jujube trees in the yard. Under the jujube trees is a stone mortar covered with thick snow. The house is not as dilapidated as the surrounding houses, with two small houses on the left and right.

"Is it here?"

"That's it, my lord, let's go in."

Song Nan nodded, and Wang Yong gently stretched out his hand to push away the hedge of the wall. The two walked forward with thick snow. When they walked down the front steps of the room, a fierce black dog suddenly appeared in the doorway below the left of the gate and barked loudly at the two.

Song Nan was shocked and saw the dog rushing up and hurriedly retreated. Wang Yong stepped on a step, raised his foot and kicked the dog's head. The dog suddenly screamed and fell into a coma on the ground. At the same time, a voice came from the room: "Black, what's wrong with you? Black son."

The doorl clicked, and the door was opened with a crash. A descendant in a thick cotton coat and a white veil on his head leaned out and looked left and right. At a glance, he saw two strangers standing on the front of the door and a black dog lying straight on the ground. His expression suddenly changed greatly and he turned around and was about to close the door.

Wang Yong stretched out his hand, and the later generation couldn't close the door board and was forced to squeeze in by Wang Yong. The later generation shouted, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

Song Nan followed Wang Yong into the room and turned around and closed the door with a crash. The room was suddenly dark. In the faint light under the bright tiles on the roof, it could be seen that the later generation was retreating in panic and his face was extremely nervous.

"Who are you? In the next family, they are poor and have nothing valuable. If you look at something, they will take it away and ask you not to hurt your life.

Song Nan came forward and said gently, "Brother, don't be afraid. I'm not a strong man. I have something to find you."

After that, he swallowed and spit, "You... who are you? Why did you kill my dog and break in?

Song Nan said, "The dog just fainted and didn't die. If it barks around, our conversation can't continue. Are you Zhu Changping, the son of Zhu Zhen, the housekeeper of Qingwang Mansion?

The latter was shocked and said, "How do you know me? I don't know you."

Song Nan looked around at the room. Except for a table, there were two stools with nothing else. There were also grass curtains hanging at the doors on both sides, which was very shabby.

"Can we sit down and talk?" Song Nan asked.

The later life was shocked, but seeing the two people speak politely after entering the door, the fear in his heart dispelled a lot and hurriedly said, "Please... please sit down."

Song Nan walked over and sat on the bench and said slowly, "Don't panic. I'll come here today to ask you something. Sit down and talk."

Zhu Changping said, "I don't know you. What can you ask me?"

Song Nan said, "How long has your father Zhu Zhen passed away?"

Zhu Changping looked depressed and said, "Why are you asking this? Is it my father's good friend? My father passed away three days ago.

Song Nan nodded and sighed, "Your father went there in a hurry. I heard that your father committed suicide, but I don't know what's bothering. I can't think about it."

Zhu Changping looked at Song Nan and Wang Yong warily and said, "Who are you? If you mourn my father, the spiritual position is on the plan, and the two of you can pour incense. It seems a little inappropriate to inquire about the deceased.

Song Nan looked up at the incense case and saw that a spiritual card was placed there. The candles on the candlesticks on both sides had burned out and no one had replaced them. Song Nan got up and walked over, pulled out the incense sticks from the incense box, worshipped three times and inserted them into the incense burner, and sighed, "Mr. Zhu, although you and I have never been born, I will give it to you. Zhuxiang should also be. I know that you didn't kill yourself. I will find out the grievance for you and let you close your eyes under the nine springs.

Zhu Changping was even more surprised to listen to Song Nan's prayers and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Why did you say that my father didn't commit suicide?

Song Nan was a winking. Wang Yong took out the waist card from his waist and handed it to Zhu Changping. Zhu Changping then looked at it carefully and almost threw away the waist card in shock: "You... are brocade guards?"

"I am Wang Yong, the commander of Jinyiwei Yamen. That is Song Nansong's commander of Jinyiwei Yamen. We all came to Ningxia Town from Beijing not a few days ago."

"Jinyiwei...commander?" Zhu Changping's calf softened, knelt down and said in a trembling voice, "The villain... The villain just didn't know the identity of the two Jinyiwei... Please forgive me... Forgive me."

Song Nan turned around and helped him up and said, "You are not at fault. We are uninvited guests. Get up and talk."

Zhu Changping got up and was busy making tea, but there was no firewood in the fire pond, and he turned around for a while.

"Brother Zhu, sit down and talk. I'll ask you a few words about your father's death. Is your father Zhu really the housekeeper of the Qing Palace?"

"Your Excellency, that's true. When the old prince was alive, my father was the housekeeper of the Qingwang Mansion."

Song Nan said, "With all due respect, as the housekeeper of King Qing's Mansion, your father is not an official position in the imperial court, but he must be extremely beautiful. Why is his family so poor? I don't think it's possible for your family to have four walls.

Zhu Changping sighed: "To be honest, this house used to be the residence of servants in my family. My Zhu family has a big house in the south of Caole Farm Street. Although my family is not as rich and noble officials, there are also servants to serve them. Unfortunately, as soon as my father died, all this was gone.

Song Nan said, "Why is that?"

Zhu Changping said with a frustrated face, "The mansion was originally given by the old prince. As soon as his father died, it was taken back. Dad... Hey, my father met an unfavorable person and married two aunts. When they heard of my father's death, they all swept over the family and fled without a trace. I was studying in Lingzhou, and when I heard the news, I had nothing left. Fortunately, this old house can survive, otherwise the villain may not even have a place to live.

Song Nan frowned and said slowly, "Do you know why your father committed suicide?"

Zhu Changping wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and whispered, "The statement of Qingwang Mansion is that my father entered the army because he bought the army without permission, which violated the laws of the Ming Dynasty and also brought great trouble to the royal palace. They said that my father believed that he could not live and regretted smearing the royal palace, so he hanged himself in the woodshed."

Song Nan said again, "Do you believe this statement?"

Zhu Changping shook his head and muttered, "Do I believe it or not? Everyone is dead and things have happened. The only thing I want now is to keep filial piety and go back to Lingzhou to study after the end of March. My father's wish is that I can win fame, and I will fulfill my father's wish.

Song Nan shook his head and said, "You are an unfilial son."

Zhu Changping said in a stunned way, "Who said I was not filial? I have been filial to my father since I was a child. When my father was alive, he praised me for my filial piety. My father was sick for a year, and I served him for half a month. Who can say that I am notfilial?

Song Nan shouted in a low voice, "Your father's death is unknown. How can you find out? Is this filial piety? Three months of filial piety is useless, and 30 years of filial piety is useless, which will only make your father's grievances longer. Letting your father close his eyes to death is the greatest filial piety, otherwise you will be ashamed of being a son of man!"

Zhu Changping was shocked and said, "You keep saying that my father's death was wronged. Have you found any evidence?"

Song Nan sneered and said, "You should know better than us whether your father died or not. You are his son and your father is like a son. If you don't have any doubts, we won't say anything."

Zhu Changping sat down on the stool, rubbing his hands unconsciously, and said for a long time, "I... I don't want to be entangled in this matter. You go. If Dad knows under the spring, he will understand my hardships, and Dad will definitely not want my Zhu family to be the last descendant.