after school.
As soon as the bell rang, Ling Song woke up immediately, picked up his schoolbag and was about to run, but was stopped by Wen Yuanchu.
"Go buy some exercise books."
Ling Song's face was broken: "Buy again?"
It's only been a few days, how many exercise books has this person asked him to buy
He can't finish writing in his next life.
Wen Yuanchu didn't give him a chance to refuse: "Let's go."
In the bookstore opposite the school, Wen Yuanchu carefully selected junior high school math tutorials.
Ling Song was absent-minded and wandered around. In addition to teaching and guidance books, there were quite a lot of miscellaneous books in the bookstore.
He found a copy of "The Secret History of Dacheng" in the innermost part of the bookshelf in the corner.
There is such a thing
Out of curiosity, Ling Song opened it casually.
The so-called secret histories are all unreliable folk unofficial histories. The gossip has become the private affairs of the emperors of all dynasties, especially the story of his ancestor who married a male queen.
Ling Song read it with great interest. Although he had heard of these unofficial histories back then, they were written from the perspective of modern people, and they were different. The words were bold without any taboos or scruples, which was very interesting.
He turned to the back and found that he, the subjugated monarch who had only sat on the dragon chair for five years, was also on the list.
five minutes later.
Ling Song closed the book expressionlessly and put it back on the shelf.
The original author named Bai Jiezi must have some brains, but he was so brash, saying that he had an affair with the regent
It's all nonsense that the courts are fighting against each other during the day, and the dragon's bed is upside down at night!
Wen Yuanchu picked out the book, and Ling Song was standing outside the bookstore sulking.
Wen Yuanchu called him.
Ling Song came back to his senses, and when he saw Wen Yuanchu's face, his expression cracked for a moment, his eyes rolled around, and he was very uncomfortable.
Of course this person was not Wen Che.
But now he feels like he's been raped.
It's so annoying.
Wen Yuanchu didn't know what he was thinking, so he handed him a tutoring book and an exercise book that had already been paid for: "In the future, you will do these problems at school during the day."
Ling Song took the book in silence without saying a word.
Wen Yuanchu asked him, "Is your driver here?"
"... didn't see it."
He glanced at his phone, and the driver Uncle Chen sent him a message ten minutes ago, saying that there was a traffic jam on the road and asked him to wait a little longer.
Wen Yuanchu was not in a hurry to leave, and stood by the roadside waiting with him.
Ling Song's mood gradually calmed down.
Forget it.
Anyway, the dead ghost will never come back, and it will not lose a piece of meat if it is arranged one or two times.
I'm so angry that I can't afford it.
Wen Yuanchu was supporting his bicycle.
Ling Song glanced at it, feeling a little itchy, this thing seemed more handsome than riding a horse, he really wanted to try it.
He stretched out his hand and asked casually, "Your bike is easy to ride, isn't it?"
Wen Yuanchu saw through his thoughts at a glance: "Do you want to learn?"
Ling Song smiled flatteringly.
It was rare for Wen Yuanchu to speak easily, so he raised his chin and motioned him to sit on it.
Ling Song immediately got excited, imitating Wen Yuanchu, holding the front of the car with both hands, and carefully straddled the seat.
The seat was a bit high, and he stepped on the pedal with one foot and touched the ground with the other, and he didn't dare to move anymore.
Wen Yuanchu leaned close to his side and helped him hold the front of the car together, breathing almost in his ears, reminding him: "Relax a bit, put both feet on it, I will help you, so you won't fall down."
Ling Song's body froze for a moment.
Wen Yuanchu got too close, and what kept flashing in his mind were all the things he read in the book just now.
Wen Yuanchu didn't notice his discomfort at all, and was still pointing him seriously.
"Relax."
"Stay away from me..."
Wen Yuanchu's expression paused slightly, and he stepped back a little.
Ling Song's two feet finally stepped on the pedals, staggering, but fortunately Wen Yuanchu helped him stabilize the car.
"I'll let you go for a while, you step forward by yourself, don't be nervous, it's okay."
Ling Song was scared.
He dare not.
"...don't let it go."
"Pedal forward first, slow down, and I will let you go when you are stable."
Wen Yuanchu's voice was low and slow, but it was very soothing.
Ling Song threw away all the random thoughts in his head, gradually calmed down, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.
Wen Yuanchu let go slowly.
Ling Song walked crookedly along the S-shaped route, and Wen Yuanchu trotted all the way to chase after him.
... pretty easy
Ling Song gradually became more courageous and speeded up.
But the joy turned into sorrow, and the car quickly hit a stone on the road and lost its balance.
Ling Song screamed and fell off the car in such an indecent position.
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Wen Yuanchu took a step forward to protect him, and fell down together with him.
The front of the car was hitting his arm that had been bruised by the ball.
Ling Song hurriedly got up from him, subconsciously went to help his hand.
"Is your hand broken?"
"do not move."
Wen Yuanchu gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and reminded him: "Don't move around."
Ling Song quickly withdrew his hand, not daring to touch Wen Yuanchu again.
He opened his eyes and looked at people pitifully.
It was clearly the culprit, with this expression as if he had become the one being bullied.
Wen Yuanchu suppressed his emotions, got up and patted the dust off his body, and helped his car.
"If you want to learn, buy a more ordinary bike and I'll teach you. This kind of mountain bike is more difficult for beginners."
But ordinary cars are not as good as yours... what Wang Zide said is called Lafeng.
Ling Song swallowed what he said, not daring to repeat it.
"Your hand won't really break, will it?"
"No, it's okay."
Wen Yuanchu rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform and looked at it. It was indeed more bruised than before, and a piece of skin was scratched.
He wiped it with a tissue, put down his sleeves, and didn't care.
Ling Song turned his eyes away.
I feel a little guilty.
It's so embarrassing.
After that, the two continued to stand on the side of the road in a daze.
Uncle Chen sent another message, saying that he would arrive in ten minutes at most.
Ling Song saw that the sky was about to rain, and reminded Wen Yuanchu: "Why don't you go first, it will be troublesome if it rains on the road."
Wen Yuanchu left by bicycle.
Ling Song watched him go away, recalling the last time he looked at himself, the eyes that were hesitant to speak.
This person, like the regent, is the kind of person who has something to say and doesn't like to say it.
Tsk, I don't understand.
Thinking of the regent, Ling Song suddenly stopped, turned around and walked back to the bookstore.
Five minutes later, he hid the purchased books in his schoolbag and sat in the car as if nothing had happened.
After dinner and back to the room, Wen Yuanchu hadn't come yet.
Ling Song took out the secret history, swallowed his throat, and opened it carefully.
This time he looked carefully.
There are a lot of ambiguous words in the book, all about the indescribable promiscuous relationship between him and the regent.
The author seems to be hiding under his imperial couch.
Ling Song got angry while watching, but couldn't help but continue to scroll down.
The regent bullied him because he liked him.
Not letting him marry a wife is liking him.
Controlling the government is helping him and liking him.
Even the killing spree at the end was all for him.
Pooh!
If he hadn't been for Emperor Yong'an himself, he would have believed these nonsense stories.
"What are you looking at?"
Wen Yuanchu's voice suddenly sounded above his head.
Surprised, Ling Song immediately covered the book.
The huge book title on the cover is just like that.
His stool tilted and almost fell to the ground.
Ling Song blushed, jumped up and asked loudly: "What's the matter with you?! You don't even knock when you come in?!"
"I knocked. You were too absorbed in reading and didn't hear it."
"You nonsense! You just didn't knock!"
Wen Yuanchu ignored his barking teeth and claws, picked up the book, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Ling Song rushed to snatch it, but failed. Wen Yuanchu was flipping through the pages he had just read.
Ling Song's heart was pounding.
... Forget it, anyway, he is not Wen Che, and he doesn't know that he is the king of subjugation.
Just watch it.
five minutes later.
Wen Yuanchu put the book down, frowned and asked, "You don't read serious things, but these idle books?"
Ling Song was angry: "What's the matter with reading idle books? You don't let me play games, and you don't let me read idle books. You can't do this, you can't live this day!"
"Look less, it will affect your study."
Ling Song directly rolled his eyes back at him.
After sitting down, Wen Yuanchu absently picked up the textbook.
After turning a page, he suddenly said again: "The emperor in the book has the same name as yours."
Ling Song, who was picking up the pen, choked for a moment: "...my parents are good at naming names, what's the matter?"
Wen Yuanchu looked at him: "Don't you think it's unlucky to have the same name as the King of Subjugation?"
"Feudal superstition is bad." Ling Song replied blankly.
"The regent in the book is still surnamed Wen, maybe it was your ancestor four hundred years ago,... No, that regent is dead, so it must not be your ancestor."
The regent also did not marry a wife and had no children, and had no heirs or offspring.
Thinking of this, Ling Song suddenly regained his mental balance.
What is it called? Evil comes around
laugh.
"yes."
Ling Song was taken aback: "What is it?"
"It's the ancestors. The current Wen family is the descendant of the regent's brother. They have a family tree."
... turned out to be true
Wen Yuanchu explained in a low voice: "It has been nearly 600 years since the Wen family made their fortune in the Xihe period of the Cheng Dynasty. After the death of the regent, the dynasty changed. "
"Our family moved here more than 20 years ago because of family business. There are relatives in Beijing. My little grandfather's family is there. Last year, the imperial mausoleum where Xi and the empress were buried together was excavated by the state. People from Grandpa’s family, they gave some suggestions to the government.”
Beijing is the former Shangjing, this Ling Song knows.
But he didn't expect that Wen Yuanchu was really the descendant of that dead ghost, and it was too cheap for that dead ghost...
"Then... what about Emperor Yong'an? Where is he buried after his death?"
Ling Song thought to himself, if he died, he wouldn't be thrown into a mass grave, right
After all, he had only been emperor for five years, and the main hall of the imperial mausoleum hadn't even been repaired, and the regent probably didn't have the kindness to help him finish it.
Wen Yuanchu's eyes moved.
He said: "I don't know. There is no record in the history books. The tombs of all the emperors of the Cheng Dynasty have been found, except the last emperor."
Ling Song was speechless.
Well, he was thrown into a mass grave as expected.
Probably only a lonely ghost like him can have the chance to come back.
Alas.
Wen Yuanchu's gaze fell back to the book, and his voice became more subdued.
"Go to class."