When Wang Xiaolang heard this, he trembled all over and said stutteringly: "No, no one has assigned me, I really come to recognize my relatives."

Zhao Xi's long eyelashes collapsed, and his gaze fell on Wang Xiaolang without any warmth. "Since he recognized his relatives, why didn't he go to the Song Mansion and wanted to come to the Divine Soldiers Office? Besides, who told you that Song Hao was in the Divine Soldiers Office?"

As soon as Zhao Xi finished speaking, Wang Xiaolang felt that Song Yuanbao looked at him and seemed to have a knife. He was so shocked that he was sweating again. He hugged Zhao Xi's legs and refused to let go. "I've inquired, I can't find the Song Mansion, so I can only come to the Divine Soldiers Office."

"Then what you said just now..."

"Really." Wang Xiaolang said quickly: "I didn't lie, those are true. Song Yuanbao is not Song Sanlang's biological son. His biological parents were killed by Song Sanlang more than ten years ago."

Afraid that Song Yuanbao would whip him again, Wang Xiaolang mustered 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 grandparents. When you see someone spread the words, you will know everything."

Zhao Xi's eyes were dark, "If there was a half-word, do you know what the outcome would be."

"I dare not, I dare not, the grass people dare not." Wang Xiaolang looked very afraid of them.

Zhao Xi looked at Song Yuanbao silently, intending to let him make an idea.

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

"Song Hao." Zhao Xi said, "What is the truth? It is unknown at this time. Be calm and don't fall into someone else's trap."

Song Yuanbao tightened his hand holding the whip and lifted Wang Xiaolang's back collar.

When he pulled the wound, Wang Xiaolang wailed in pain and asked to be gentle.

Song Yuanbao stared at him with a fierce look, "What do you want to do when you come from Ningzhou to Beijing to recognize your relatives?"

"I am your uncle, of course I want to recognize your nephew. What can I do?"

"I didn't know that I had an uncle for so many years. Now that my reputation has spread, you can't wait and dare to say that you have no intention?"

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

Wang Xiaolang was not careful and staggered forward, lying on the ground and unable to get up.

Afraid that Song Yuanbao will do violence again, Zhao Xi hurriedly called him, "Song Hao, calm down."

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

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

Song Yuanbao didn't say anything, obviously he didn't want Wang Xiaolang to go to the Song Mansion.

Wen Wan's childbirth period is approaching, and once she is stimulated, no one can predict what will happen.

The Adam's apple rolled twice, and Song Yuanbao pressed on fire and said, "I'm sorry, Your Highness."

Zhao Xi looked at him deeply, "Are you really okay?"

Zhao Xi shook her head, "I can't die."

Zhao Xi was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I don't want to hear the words "cutting the robe and breaking the meaning again."

Song Yuanbao was stunned, "Your Highness..."

Zhao Xi withdrew his gaze, "I'll take him away first. You can go home early and don't worry your family."

Song Yuanbao watched Zhao Xi leave behind and suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

——

When Song Yuanbao returned to his house, the sunset was setting.

Grandpa cut bamboo in the garden to make bamboo dragonflies for Jinbao, and grandma and Song Jiao were nagging about the girl's marriage at home.

Wenwan was lying on the rocking chair, her lower abdomen was bulging high, and she was almost term. The maid Yuncai gently pinched her legs.

Song Yuanbao stood at the entrance of Qingtengju Courtyard and hesitated for a long time but didn't go in.

"Young Master." He didn't come to his senses until Duan Yan's voice rang behind him.

Wen Wan in the yard also heard the sound. She poked her head and shouted out, "Yinbao?"

Song Yuanbao has to go in if he doesn’t go in now.

He sighed, raised his legs and stepped into the yard gate, and stood in front of the gentle rocking chair. The sound of "mother" never shouted.

"Sit." Wenwan waved her hand and asked Yuncai to retreat, straightened herself, and sat on the stone bench with her waist.

Song Yuanbao sat down opposite her.

"Your face is not very good. Did you encounter something?" Wen Wan asked softly.

"It's okay." Song Yuanbao shook his head, then lowered his eyelids and stopped talking.

"Your father was transferred to another place to buy wood early in the morning." Wen Wan said: "I asked someone to send a letter to my family before leaving, and it may take some time to come back."

"I know." Song Yuanbao's voice was dizzy and he sounded unenergized.

Wenwan looked at the slap marks on his right cheek, thinking about something.

She had a premonition that Wang Xiaolang came to Beijing to recognize his relatives, but she didn't say that she would take precautions in advance if there was something bad in the past, but this time, she wanted Yuanbao to face it herself.

No one can have a smooth life. In the first fifteen years, Yuanbao was too smooth, so some bad things were buried in his bones, and he never showed it because he had not encountered anything that could cause him to suffer from setbacks.

A person's growth cannot be taught with his mouth. Even if Song Wei is calm and able to educate him, he will not be as good as Yuanbao's own choices. The experience he has tempered when facing setbacks is useful.

No matter who is instructed by Wang Xiaolang to sow the relationship between Yuanbao and Song Wei at this critical moment, Yuanbao must survive this level by himself.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Wan smiled and said, "Dinner should be almost done. Do you want to have something for me or go to the next door to go with your grandparents?"

Song Yuanbao was silent for a long time and shook his head, "I'm a little tired. I'll go back to my room first and let Duan Inkstone pick it up later."

After talking, Song Yuanbao stood up neatly.

"Yinbao." Wenwan called him.

Song Yuanbao stopped and did not look back.

A gentle voice came from behind, "Remembering other people's bad things is a very tiring thing, it hurts the body and the spirit. But remembering other people's good things, you will find that the sky can be higher, the sea can be wider, and you can go further."

Song Yuanbao was surprised. He didn't understand why Wen Wan suddenly told him this.

He turned around slowly, and saw the gentle and beautiful face smiling peacefully, and bent his lips and said to him, "Go quickly, it's time to have a meal."

Song Yuanbao nodded softly and quickly disappeared at the gate of the yard.

Song Jiao came from Rong'antang and helped Wen Wan into the room and said in confusion: "When I came here just now, he met my elder brother. His face was not right. Has something happened?"

"It's okay." Wen Wan said: "I've just recovered from the serious illness and may not have recovered."

——

That night, Song Yuanbao tossed and turned and didn't fall asleep, and a lot of things came out of his mind.

He thought that when he was in Ningzhou, he accidentally heard the villagers discuss his life experience privately.

At that time, he realized that he was not Song Wei's biological son. Originally, he should have called Song Wei the third uncle.

It’s just that his parents were gone, and the third uncle raised him to his own name.

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

Over the years, he has been paralyzing his excess emotions until today Wang Xiaolang came to recognize his relatives.

Especially when Wang Xiaolang talked about the cause of his parents' death, Song Yuanbao did not deny that he had great fluctuations in his heart.

The more he is unwilling to think about it, the more he will involuntarily bring him to that problem.

He wanted to ask his grandparents, but he was afraid that he could not bear the truth, but he kept it in his heart and felt uncomfortable.

After staying up all night, Song Yuanbao's dark circles were so heavy. Duan Yan said worriedly: "Young Master, you should go to the Imperial College to take a leave of absence. You can't go to the Imperial College to do this!"

"No." Song Yuanbao packed himself up and went out to get on the carriage.

When I got to the Imperial College, I got off the car and saw Sanbao standing outside the gate, holding a small book basket in my hand. Song Yuanbao took to the Divine Soldiers Department yesterday.

Seeing him, Sanbao's father-in-law came forward quickly, "Young Master, your highness asks the slave to hand this over to you."

There are three ancient Chinese styles copied a thousand times.

Song Yuanbao took it, thanked him and walked straight into the door.

The father-in-law Sanbao looked at Song Yuanbao's back in confusion. No wonder the prince told him not to provoke Song Yuanbao before leaving the palace. This young master was indeed strange today.

Before class, Song Yuanbao handed over the three ancient Chinese styles he had copied, and he was not distracted throughout the class and listened very seriously.

During lunch, classmate Lin asked him, "Brother Xiaoyao, have you stayed up late and copied that thousand times?"

Song Yuanbao nodded and said yes.

"You are so honest." Lin said: "It's just three names. Just let the servants do it for you. The school officials won't really check it over and over again. Why are you so desperate? This style is not at all free."

Song Yuanbao ate the food in his mouth and replied casually: "Young Master Xiaoyao is not omnipotent. At least, there are several teachers on my head who cannot be easily offended."
Chapter completed!