Song Ling'er is about to make a trip, and she has to leave.

She is different from ordinary women of the same era, she has her own ideals and pursuits, and is not willing to be just a man's attachment. Of course, in terms of marriage, he is more conservative, willing to sacrifice for his lover, and even takes the initiative to find a wife for his lover.

It's a bizarre way of thinking, but it fits the environment in which she grew up.

"Really don't think about it anymore?" Wang Yuan asked.

Song Ling'er said with a smile: "I don't want to, I'll 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, written in October last year, and it was just delivered yesterday. ”

Song Ling'er didn't answer the letter, and pushed it back: "I know, Xi Senzheng also wrote a letter to Mr., and Mr. has already told me." In September last year, my father begged for a letter of illness and handed over the post of Guizhou Propaganda Envoy to my brother Song Ren. Moreover, Song Ren's son also died of illness, just like my father. ”

The Song family is really unlucky, the leader Song Ran has no son, and the heir Song Ren has no son.

If it is done properly, Song Ling'er can really become the de facto leader of the Song family.

"Follow me!" Song Ling'er took Wang Yuan's hand and said.

Wang Yuan was puzzled and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Song Ling'er kept pulling him to shake hands, and lay on the bed by herself: "Come on, give me a son, and I'll let him make toast in the future!" ”

Wang Yuan couldn't cry or laugh: "Eldest sister, it's still daytime." ”

"What happened during the day?" Song Ling'er said, "Our Zhong family men and women will sing mountain songs on March 3 and June 6. As long as you sing correctly, you can sleep in the wilderness, no matter what day and night. ”

Wang Yuan walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, held Song Ling'er's hand and said, "How do you know that you can conceive this time, and you will definitely have a son?" ”

Song Ling'er smiled: "Try it." ”

"Can you try this thing?" Wang Yuan was speechless.

"Come on," Song Ling'er may have become extremely bold today because she was leaving, and asked seriously, "Hey, do you know how to do it?" ”

Wang Yuan said casually: "I haven't tried." ”

Song Ling'er was suddenly distressed: "I haven't tried it either, what can I do?" ”

Wang Yuan lay beside her: "Or let's lie down and chat, maybe if we lie down, the child will be born." ”

"I'm not stupid!" Song Ling'er laughed angrily.

Wang Yuan turned over and lay on his side, facing Song Linger's face, and stretched out his finger to poke her face: "The skin is so good, it's like a hard-boiled egg." You're crazy outside all day, why don't you get a tan? ”

Song Ling'er was happy when she heard this, and said proudly: "Born beautiful." ”

"Yo, and use idioms." Wang Yuan quipped.

Song Linger said: "I have been with Mr. in the past two years, and I have learned a lot, not the wild girl I used to be. ”

"Let me give me a hug." Wang Yuan said.

Song Ling'er felt that her body was hot, and took the initiative to rub it over: "You hug it, I like you to hug me." ”

The boys and girls hugged each other, without superfluous movements, and only quietly experienced the sweetness and warmth of the moment. Wang Yuan didn't want to take the opportunity to do anything, but Song Ling'er didn't know what to do.

Probably 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 that?" Wang Yuan asked.

Song Linger replied: "I heard at a very young age that if a man and a woman become a couple, they must kiss each other. ”

Wang Yuan said with a smile: "When you agree to marry me, I will teach you the real kiss." ”

Song Ling'er said in a daze: "Wasn't it just now?" ”

"It's not." Wang Yuan said.

"Then you can teach me a real kiss!" Song Linger was eager to try.

Wang Yuan held her in his arms: "Don't teach, unless you promise to be my wife." ”

Song Ling'er suddenly pouted and said, "If you don't teach, you won't teach, anyway, for the sake of your future, I won't marry you." But I will not marry anyone else, you have me in your heart, I have you in my heart, and that is enough. Why do you have to get married? ”

"Why are you so dead-eyed!" Wang Yuan was particularly depressed.

Song Ling'er suddenly smiled: "Don't say it, hug me tightly!" ”

Wang Yuan patted her on the shoulder: "I'll give you something." ”

"What's that?" Song Ling'er said curiously.

Wang Yuan took out a small box from under the pillow, and inside was a pair of earrings: "It's good-looking, right?" ”

"It's so beautiful!" Song Ling'er sat up happily.

This is a pair of glass earrings, bought that day, in the Ming Dynasty can be called the best medicinal jade, because the craftsman made the glass opaque (ordinary goods are translucent).

The glass beads of the earrings are golden yellow, and when you blink an eye, you think they are gold products, but they are more shining than gold, and there are no glass characteristics at all.

The development of glass in ancient China is mainly divided into several stages.

From the pre-Qin to the Han Dynasty, lead barium glass was the mainstay, and the production process was relatively primitive.

The Northern and Southern Dynasties suddenly ushered in great development, becoming high-lead glass and alkali glass, and mastering glassblowing technology.

These technologies reached their peak in the Song Dynasty, and the mainstream glass products of the Northern Song Dynasty were still high-lead glass and alkali glass. However, it has been possible to make crystal clear glass, barely enough to make a telescope.

The Yuan Dynasty followed the technology of the Southern Song Dynasty, and compared with the Northern Song Dynasty, the production process regressed slightly.

In the Ming Dynasty, it was completely deviated, how opaque and neat, completely opaque glass can be called the best!

The glass earrings in Song Linger's hand are the best.

This girl couldn't put it down with the earrings, and looked at them carefully for a long time before she smiled and said, "Put them on for me!" ”

Wang Yuan sat beside her, staring at her ears and looking carefully, and said embarrassedly, "Uh...... As if you didn't have your ears pierced. ”

Song Ling'er said curiously: "Do you still need to get your ears pierced?" ”

"Yes," Wang Yuan was speechless, "I'll help you change another pair." ”

"No," Song Ling'er snatched the earring, stuffed it into her arms and said, "It doesn't matter if you wear it or not, it's good if you give it to you." It's beautiful, so you can take it out and look at it every day. ”

The two of them lay down again, hugged and talked for a while.

Suddenly, Wang Yuan said: "When you go back to Guizhou this time, you must follow the guards at all times, and you can't eat other people's things indiscriminately." It's good that your brother has a son, but now that his son is dead, he will inevitably attract the covetousness of others. The stronger you are in Guizhou, the easier it is to be hated by your clansmen. Remember, remember! ”

Song Ling'er nodded and said, "I remember, I promise not to eat other people's things." ”

Historically, after An Guirong's death, the An family's struggle was chaotic.

After Song Ran's death, the same was true of the Song family.

Within two years of his son, Song Ren, who was young and strong, died inexplicably, and was replaced by Song Ren's younger brother Song Chu's heir. Prince Song also died quickly, and his son Song Kui was the heir - the one who was violently beaten by Wang Yuan in the clan school.

Song Kui also died early, and his son died as soon as he grew up, leaving no heirs, and Song Kui's cousin Song Ho took the throne. Song Ho still died quickly, and was represented by his eldest son, Song Yiqing. Song Hao's eldest son had just reached adulthood and died, and his youngest son was the heir, and Song Yiqing continued to act as his agent.

If the development of the Song family continues according to the original history, 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 the period.

The main reason for the decline of the Shuidong Song clan is not that the territory has shrunk suddenly, but that the head of the family has died too quickly, and he has to change one in less than ten years on average.

This situation lasted until the Wanli period, and finally stabilized internally, only to encounter the Banzhou Yang rebellion.

At that time, Song Chengen, the leader of the Song family, was the unmarried son-in-law of the Yang family in Banzhou, and was deceived by his father-in-law to force a rebellion. Song Chengen was loyal to the imperial court, and would rather die than obey, and was always under house arrest by his father-in-law. Although he was later rescued, he died not long after, and he was not even married, let alone left an heir.

Song Chengen is so loyal to the imperial court, but he has brainless uncles and cousins. He died inexplicably, most likely by his uncle, who rebelled and was beheaded by the imperial court shortly after his death. The cousins rebelled again and were beheaded by the imperial court, and this time the Song family's Tusi qualification was directly cancelled, and the Shuidong Song family died out.

Song Ling'er went back this time, once she was strong, she would inevitably be unpredictable.

Wang Yuan said: "I wrote a letter to Governor Wei, Xi Shi, Song Matou (Song Jian), and former classmates, and asked them to help take care of you." You can also get the support of the town guard, so there should be no danger. Since Song Ren has died of his son, he can support Song Gongzi to inherit the consolation envoy, after all, he is the eldest grandson of the contemporary generation! ”

Song Ling'er smiled: "Are you afraid that I will be killed?" ”

Wang Yuan said: "Your mind is too simple, I'm afraid you won't be able to understand these deceptions." ”

Song Ling'er smiled: "Mr. has already helped me plan. ”

"That's fine." Wang Yuan said.

Song Ling'er suddenly turned over and lay on Wang Yuan's body: "Let's come and make a villain, my eldest brother (Song Gongzi) is determined to teach, but he won't do anything to preach and consolation." You let me give birth to a son, let the eldest brother do it reluctantly first, and when our son grows up, he can be a toast! ”

"Don't be like this, okay." Wang Yuan felt that he had been violated by a female hooligan.

"I don't care, I have to make a villain today." Song Ling'er began to pick Wang Yuan's clothes.