You’re A Liar

Chapter 26: Bad reviews

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After school in the afternoon.

Wen Yuanchu still ignored people, Ling Song got angry, and sent a message to the driver at home half an hour earlier, and ran away with his schoolbag as soon as the bell rang.

When Wen Yuanchu came out of school by bicycle, the Ling family's car had already sped away, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes.

At the dinner table, Ling Song ate sullenly, speaking less than usual.

Ling's mother asked him: "What's wrong with you? Did you quarrel with Yuanchu today? Why did you take Yuanchu's car to go there in the morning, and let Lao Chen pick you up in the afternoon?"

Ling Song snorted: "He is small-minded, so I didn't quarrel with him. If anyone wants to quarrel with him, I'm not a kindergarten kid."

Ling Jie squinted at him, becoming more and more sure that this silly boy was abnormal.

But forget it.

As stupid as Ling Song is, maybe he can't figure it out at all, why should he make such a fuss, it's even more counterproductive to say it.

After dinner, Wen Yuanchu came over ten minutes earlier than usual.

Ling Song didn't want to talk to him at first, but Wen Yuanchu said that there was no class today, and he asked the school for three days off to go out of town, and he would only come back on Sunday.

Ling Song was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"Beijing, my great aunt has passed away, and our whole family has to go back, the plane will take a while."

Ling Song didn't know what to say for a while, so he choked out a sentence: "My condolences."

"I'm not here for a few days, you read the book and do the questions yourself."

Wen Yuanchu opened his textbooks and reference books one by one, and gave him the content for self-study: "Every night, take a photo of the completed topic and send it to me."

Ling Song immediately shut up.

you can go now.

Wen Yuanchu reminded him again: "Don't be lazy."

Ling Song didn't answer, he felt uncomfortable, but he didn't forget that the two of them were still in a cold war, this man somehow ignored him, without a word of apology.

And he is leaving now, and after going there for a few days, there will be no ghosts.

"Ling Song?"

Ling Song's eyelashes trembled, and he muttered: "Why do you care about me so much, you don't want to talk to me anyway."

He actually wanted to lose his temper, but he was a little bit instinctively cowardly towards Wen Yuanchu, so he felt aggrieved.

After a while of silence, Wen Yuanchu raised his hand and stroked his dog's head.

Ling Song frowned and backed away: "What are you doing? No touching."

Wen Yuanchu sat down and looked at him at the same level: "I was wrong today, I apologize to you, I'm sorry."

His tone was too serious, and Ling Song couldn't get angry immediately.

This man is really, it seems that he has become the one who makes trouble for no reason.

"Wen Yuanchu,... why are you like some awkward little girls? Those girls are not as stingy as you."

"Well, my fault."

Ling Song waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, I am magnanimous, and I won't argue with you."

Get angry with this man, and sooner or later his life will be shortened.

He still wants to live another five hundred years.

Wen Yuanchu breathed a sigh of relief, and reminded him again: "You still need to read the book and do the exercises. You can't relax."

Ling Song turned his face away, but he didn't hear it.

"I'm going to Beijing and bring you some specialties. What do you want?"

Ling Song reluctantly thought about it, and said: "There is a candied fruit shop near the Guozijian. It is very famous. I heard that it has been open for more than 600 years. I want to try it."

He only tasted the candied fruit from that family once in his previous life, and Xiao Dezi secretly bought it for him when he came out of the palace. Later, he was discovered by the regent, and the dead ghost insisted on fined Xiao Dezi twenty boards regardless of his pleading.

So, the dead ghost regent is really not pleasing at all.

Wen Yuanchu: "The more than six hundred years is just a gimmick. That store just borrowed the name of the previous shop, and it didn't really open for six hundred years."

"I don't care, I just want to eat."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you."

Ling Song was satisfied. Compared with that dead ghost, Wen Yuanchu was much easier to talk to.

Afterwards, Wen Yuanchu told him a bunch of what he had, and when he left, Ling Song asked him, "Are you going by plane?"

"Well, it's by plane."

Ling Song was envious in his heart. He also wanted to take a plane. He had never tried what it felt like to fly into the sky.

Wen Yuanchu probably saw what he was thinking, and said: "After your grades catch up, I will go outside with you and take a plane."

Ling Song was finally coaxed into joy.

"Then go early and come back early, don't forget my candied fruit."

"good."

After Wen Yuanchu left, Ling Song really listened to him and read the book to do the questions by himself.

But after an hour of persistence, I still feel bored.

Since he came to this place, he has been accompanied by Wen Yuanchu all the time, and he is not used to not seeing anyone all at once.

Ling Song felt that this was not good, very bad.

He was too dependent on Wen Yuanchu.

… Just like relying on the regent in the previous life.

Obviously he has a master and a grand tutor, but every time, the first thing that comes to mind is still the Prince Regent.

Even if the regent is in charge of him all the time, it's not good for him.

In the words of the people here, he may be a shaker.

Ling Song sighed.

Little by little, his head lay on the desk, Ling Song closed his eyes.

Dreams are all shadows of the same person.

In the next two days, without Wen Yuanchu watching, Ling Song's study efficiency plummeted. He was absent-minded at school during the day, and he didn't want to read when he returned home at night.

I didn't bother to do the exercises, so I copied the answers casually, took pictures and sent them to Wen Yuanchu to perfunctory him, and let it go.

Wen Yuanchu: What you wrote is exactly the same as the reference answer, and there is no problem-solving process.

Ling Song: You are talking nonsense. I didn't copy the answer, I just omitted the steps.

Wen Yuanchu: Guilty, I haven't said that you copied it, so you don't blame yourself.

Ling Song: ...

Ling Song: Lonely in the middle of the night, sleepless, unmotivated to study, please forgive me.

Wen Yuanchu: If you don't want to do it, forget it. These two days should be your holiday.

Ling Song: Wow, thank you Dad, okay~

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Wen Yuanchu: Don’t follow others’ random emojis.

Ling Song: This is Zai Zai's love and care for his old father. Dad, don't get me wrong!

Wen Yuanchu: ... No misunderstanding.

oh.

Just make no mistake.

Wen Yuanchu: Go to bed early if you don’t want to study, don’t play with your phone, you have to go to school tomorrow.

Wen Yuanchu: Be obedient.

It was only nine o'clock, Ling Song couldn't sleep, he rolled around on the bed twice, continuing to care about his old father.

Ling Song: Have you finished your aunt's funeral? How many relatives do you have over there? where do you live

Wen Yuanchu: To be buried in the day after tomorrow, my aunt's family has a cousin who has moved abroad, and will go back after finishing the funeral for my aunt. There are two cousins at my grandpa's house. My parents and I live in my grandpa's house now.

Ling Song: Don't you have brothers and sisters who are about your age? Is no one playing with you

Wen Yuanchu: I don't like playing with people, it's not interesting.

Ling Song was very speechless, Mian Hulu was really Mun Hulu, he lived more dull than this unearthed cultural relic.

Ling Song: You can't do this, you should communicate more with your peers.

Wen Yuanchu: Well, my cousins are not a few years older than me. I asked them what candied fruit you want to eat, and they said that they would take me to buy it on the day I left, and I would buy fresh ones for you.

Ling Song: Thank you, Dad! Dad you are so kind! Also help me to thank my grandpa and the others!

Wen Yuanchu: …

Wen Yuanchu: Go to bed early, next time I have a chance to bring you here to play.

Wen Yuanchu: As agreed before, you have to give me back a piece of ginkgo leaf.

Ling Song: Good dad!

Wen Yuanchu ignored him.

Ling Song threw a few meaningless emojis over. Seeing that Wen Yuanchu didn't respond, he felt very boring and continued to harass others.

But wechat sent a circle, most people are studying, only Lin Qiuyi replied to him.

Lin Qiuyi sent a picture. It was a page in one of her historical reference books. It was a court portrait of Ling Song's predecessor.

At first glance, Ling Song thought he had seen a ghost, and was so shocked that he almost threw the phone away.

Lin Qiuyi: I found out that the last emperor of the Cheng Dynasty not only has the same name as you, but also this portrait that is said to have been handed down is quite similar to you, and I read the Chronicle of Emperor Yong'an, and found that this little emperor is quite funny, and his personality is also similar to that of you. You are a bit like, you say you are his reincarnation, right

Ling Song: ...

Congratulations, you answered correctly. I am not only the reincarnation of Emperor Yong'an, but also himself.

Ling Song stared at the portrait for a while, then sucked his nose.

He left such a only portrait in his previous life, it was painted on his seventeenth birthday, and the artist was a famous artist specially found for him by the Regent.

Fortunately, the paintings at that time were not the realistic style of the present, or they were not just a bit similar, but completely the same.

That would be hell.

Lin Qiuyi sent another picture, which was a part of his biography.

Lin Qiuyi: For example, in this paragraph, it is said that Emperor Yong'an followed others' example of playing with the regent to release his military power, but he would only cry and say that he was afraid, and he couldn't even do both kindness and power. Didn't this make the regent look down on him? in? He is really interesting, I would not return the military power to him, do you think he wants to drive people away, or is he really reluctant to let people go

Ling Song: ...

He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't tell anyone at all.

He was really afraid at the time, afraid that without the regent, he would once again witness the tragic death of his relatives and the destruction of his family.

But at that time, everyone around him said that the sword in the regent's hand would point at him sooner or later, and those people pushed him and forced him to deal with the regent.

The Prince Regent was right, he was a weak, incompetent, uninitiated piece of shit.

After that time, he completely offended the regent.

So in the end, he was killed by a glass of poisoned wine sent by the regent.

Ling Song felt a little melancholy.

He didn't want to recall these unpleasant memories.

Lin Qiuyi: I suspect that Emperor Yong'an had an affair with the Prince Regent.

Ling Song:? ? ? You are joking.

Lin Qiuyi: I didn’t. I’m serious. If the regent wants to seize power, he has a hundred ways. It’s the end of the dynasty at that time. What’s the point of changing the dynasty? It’s more convincing for him to be the emperor than for the rebels to seize the throne , but did you see him touch the emperor? Not only did he fail, but he also conscientiously helped the emperor manage the government, which is comparable to a good housekeeper.

Lin Qiuyi: Moreover, when the regent died, he was in his early twenties. In ancient times, they were all leftover men, and there was no single wife and half concubine. Isn't it very suspicious

Ling Song: Wake up, Emperor Yong'an was poisoned to death by him.

Ling Song: As for him not marrying a wife, maybe he can't do it

Lin Qiuyi: Did you get under the bed? Do you know people can't do it? The poisoned wine was not sent by the regent himself, maybe someone else used his name

Ling Song was stunned.

Is there such a possibility

impossible.

At that time, the regent not only controlled the government, he also controlled the entire palace. Without his acquiescence, it was absolutely impossible for poisoned wine to be sent to Xingqing Palace.

No way.

Thinking of this, Ling Song felt even more uncomfortable.

He lay down under the quilt, not wanting to talk to Lin Qiuyi anymore.

But Lin Qiuyi persevered, trying to convince him of her point of view.

Lin Qiuyi: Is my suspicion very reasonable? Maybe Emperor Yong'an and the Regent are just a pair of miserable mandarin ducks who have been misunderstood by the world, alas, how pitiful.

Ling Song: ... You have such a big brain, why don't you write it? Have you read "The Secret History of Dacheng" too much

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Lin Qiuyi: You actually watched "The Secret History of Dacheng"

Lin Qiuyi: Although the book is a bit ridiculous, it is not unreasonable. After marrying a man, Xihe Emperor is famously gay. Homosexuality is something that will be inherited. Maybe Emperor Yong'an is too, hee hee.

Ling Song knew the meaning of heredity. Although he hadn't started learning biology, he occasionally listened to some simple things in class because it was interesting.

But he didn't believe what Lin Qiuyi said.

Ling Song: Let me remind you, Dacheng's later emperors, including Emperor Yong'an, are all descendants of Emperor Xihe's younger brother, how can it be inherited? Why don't you say that Xi Hedi's own father is still a stallion that gave birth to dozens of children

Lin Qiuyi: Why are you so annoying, I say yes!

I see that you are making excuses.

Ling Song didn't bother to talk to her at all.

If you want to talk about it, you blame his old ancestor.

Because of the well-known homosexual emperor, the emperors of Dacheng were murdered, even if there were three thousand in the harem, wives, concubines and children, they could not escape being suspected of having an affair with a certain general, minister, noble, guard, or eunuch.

He, the last emperor who didn't marry a wife until his death, was the hardest-hit area for being sexually obscene.

awful.

It's miserable.

It's too awful.

Ling Song was full of grievances and had nowhere to complain, so he went to harass Wen Yuanchu again.

Ling Song: I can't sleep.

Wen Yuanchu: What are you thinking

Ling Song: Angry.

Wen Yuanchu: Who made you angry again

Ling Song thought about it, and it wasn't Lin Qiuyi who was talking nonsense that made him angry, it was that dead ghost Wen Che.

But there is no way to talk about this with Wen Yuanchu.

Ling Song: Yuanchu Dad, please sing me a song to lull me to sleep.

Wen Yuanchu didn't come back.

Ling Song thought that he didn't want to talk to him again, and after a few minutes, Wen Yuanchu called.

He pressed answer.

Wen Yuanchu: "Can't sleep?"

"Mm." Ling Song shrank into the bed, his voice was muffled.

"Don't think too much, turn off the light, lie on the bed and close your eyes, and you will fall asleep in a while."

Ling Song persisted: "Sing me a song, please, Yuanchu father."

After a while of silence, Wen Yuanchu's calm and low voice came from the other end of the phone.

The song he hummed before Ling Song.

Like a trickling stream, flowing through Ling Song's heart inadvertently.

This person can only listen to him humming a few times.

Before closing his eyes, Ling Song thought in a daze.

Wen Yuanchu was indeed his good father.

There was no voice from Ling Song for a long time.

Wen Yuanchu stopped.

Softly said: "Good night."