"Well...it should also depend on merit...if your contribution is great enough...the emperor should give you a hereditary title, so that you will have no worries for life...if the contribution is small, or if you don't make any contribution, the emperor will also order someone to settle down. You, after all, you were seriously injured for the country, and our emperor is a wise king, so he will never treat you badly... "
"Then if I get a hereditary title, but my eldest son is weak and sick, and is not suitable for bearing heirs, how can this title be hereditary?"
"You're stupid, wouldn't you let your second son inherit the title..."
"That is, although the law of Qingyan Kingdom stipulates that the title is passed on to the heir and the eldest son, but the law is dead, but you are alive... The eldest son cannot extend his heirs, so the title can naturally be passed on to the second son..."
"You can also pass the title to the eldest son, and let the eldest son adopt one of the clan's children..."
"The adopted child from the clan is not my own grandson. Isn't the title I have earned hard-earned at the expense of others? If you want me to say, if you want to adopt, you can adopt your second son's child. No matter how you say it, the title is worthless." In the hands of my own grandson, isn't it..."
"What to do with such a complicated matter, just as I said just now, just let the second son inherit the title. The second son and the eldest son are brothers, and they will definitely take care of their elder brother..."
"That's right, let me tell you, it's not easy to earn a hereditary title. The eldest son who is physically disabled and can't even extend his heirs is not qualified to inherit the title. He should take the initiative to give up the title and let his younger brother, who is strong and strong, inherit the title. The title has been carried forward for generations, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. I am physically disabled and do nothing, and still occupy this title, and my mind is too narrow... "
The last sentence suddenly raised her voice, and Murong Xue raised her eyebrows slightly after hearing the sharp words: "Why do I feel that their discussion seems to have something to say?"
"They were meant to mean something." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, and glanced at the private room opposite: "They deliberately said it to the guests in the bamboo room..."
Song Tian asked in the bamboo room? Murong Xue blinked, and looked towards the bamboo room through the slightly open private room door...
In the bamboo room, Song Tianwen was sitting in front of the round table, his face so dark that ink was about to drip, he looked coldly at the middle-aged man sitting opposite: "You asked me to come here just to hear these?"
"No, no, I sincerely invited my elder brother to have a meal. I don't know why the guests in the hall would say these things..." The middle-aged man Song Qian shook his head, the innocence and helplessness shining in his eyes did not seem to be fake , Song Tianwen snorted heavily: "Not the best!"
Song Qian's eyes sank, and he said lightly: "However, big brother, what they said has some truth. You are... sick and can't have any more children. You only have a daughter like Qingyan under your knees. You have to give up this title." The adoptive child inherits, instead of benefiting those remote tribesmen, it is better to benefit ourselves, my two sons, you can adopt one at will... "
He had planned this since the day he knew that Song Tianwen had become a eunuch and could no longer have any heirs, but Song Tianwen was seriously injured and had been recuperating, so he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to mention it. Now, the guests in the hall mentioned it He was outspoken about this matter.
Song Tianwen's slightly improved complexion turned gloomy in an instant. He is only in his thirties this year, and he is too old to pass away. He has enough time to choose an heir. They are one by one. Why do you have to force him to choose now? As if he hadn't lived long...
An intense anger flashed across Song Tianwen's eyes, and he said impatiently: "I have my own discretion in this matter, so you don't need to say any more..."
Song Qian's steady smile froze on his face for an instant. Big Brother...is he dissatisfied with his two sons? That's right, his two sons are indeed not very successful, but they are the nephews of the elder brother and the grandsons of the father, and they are qualified to inherit the title.
"Brother, can you tell me what you plan to do?"
"I haven't thought about it yet." Song Tianwen replied impatiently, his eyelids were slightly calm, as if he didn't want to say more.
"The so-called elder brother didn't think about it, but he planned to adopt a smart child from the successor family to inherit the title?" Song Qian raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Tianwen, his eyes and brows were full of ridicule: If he likes his son as the heir to the title, he has already nodded his agreement How can I push back and forth like this after taking my own suggestion...
Song Tianwen's chest was filled with raging anger, and he said bluntly: "So what? Your two sons are not good at literature, and they are not good at martial arts. Neither of them is expected to be a Marquis. If the position of Marquis of Wu'an is handed over to In their hands, the entire Marquis of Wu'an Mansion will be engulfed in a miasma."
"The current Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion is a second-rate Marquis's mansion, which is enough to decline. Do you still want the Marquis' mansion to become a third-rate or a fourth-rate mansion, and finally remove the family from the nobles of the capital..."
Song Qian frowned, and said leisurely: "Brother can teach them well..."
"Your two sons are not young anymore, and their personalities have already been settled. No matter how much you teach them, they won't be much smarter..." Song Tianwen interrupted him with a wave of his hand, with deep impatience shining in his eyes.
"What do you mean by elder brother, are you insisting on adopting the young children from the clan's family to inherit the title?" Song Qian looked at Song Tian coldly and asked.
"That's right." Song Tianwen nodded, and said word by word: "It's best to choose younger and smarter people who can carry forward the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion. Even if they can't, let the Marquis Mansion maintain the status quo..."
"Don't talk so high-soundingly, I understand what the elder brother means. Young children don't remember things. If the elder brother carefully teaches him, he will treat you as his biological father, unlike my two sons who are more than ten years old. , even if the eldest brother is adopted, they will know that I am their biological father... "
Song Qian spoke slowly, with undisguised sarcasm flashing in his eyes: people are selfish, Song Tianwen became a eunuch, and he can no longer have his own heir, so he is going to bring up a child who doesn't remember anything, and let that Children can regard him as their biological father, respect and be close to him...
However, "The position of Marquis of Wu'an was obtained by the injury and bloodshed of our elders. The eldest brother gave it to others so easily. If my father is alive in heaven, he will definitely die with regret..."
"Shut up! My father is a sensible man. My adoptive child is named Song, who inherited his father's surname. It is better to hand over the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion to him than to give it to your two prodigal sons. The government has ruined the strong..."
Song Tianwen typed these words viciously, stood up, leaned on crutches, and strode out without looking back...