Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Song Yanqing didn't know that Zuo Xingyun was lying on the roof and peeping. He sat on the edge of the bed, tapped the scholar's cheek with his finger, propped his chin and whispered: "Mr. Mo will pretend to be asleep for as long as you will be with me." I’ve slept all night. I’m here at Nanfeng Hall, not an inn, if this continues, how can I pick up guests.”

He just said that he thought the scholar would not have any reaction.But before his words fell, the scholar who was still asleep just now opened his eyes suddenly.

Under Song Yanqing's astonished gaze, she grabbed his hand and said nervously with a blushing face, "You, Mr. Yan, can you not pick up the guests?"

They were all men, Song Yanqing didn't care when he shook hands.Hearing the scholar's question, he hooked his lips and joked, "Nanfeng Pavilion doesn't keep idlers. If I don't pick up guests, I will stay where I eat."

He was still wearing Zuo Xingyun's inner coat, Xu Sijiang listened to him, but his eyes were fixed on the inner coat.

He raised his hand, trying to pull the clothes off.

Song Yanqing leaned away slightly, squinted her eyes and said suspiciously: "Mr. Mo, I've already picked up the guests tonight. If you want to be with me...you'll have to wait in line."

Xu Sijiang's eyes darkened, he took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, his face showed a cowardly look.

He withdrew his hand in a murmur, stumbling and said: "Young Master Yan is such a good person, why bother to ruin yourself."

"You've only met me twice, how do you know I'm fine?" Song Yanqing asked.

Xu Sijiang had no choice but to blush, and stammered, "It's good to look like a fairy."

Song Yanqing tilted her head to look at Xu Sijiang, and suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Xu Sijiang's heart tightened when the pulse gate was locked, and he subconsciously circulated his internal energy.

He glanced at Song Yanqing, but saw the man looking at him with a smile.

"I'm also a man. I know what men like most is to lie." He grabbed Xu Sijiang's hand and pressed it on his chest.He raised his hand to stroke Xu Sijiang's chest again, and said softly, "Mr. Mo, I guess you purposely ran out to make trouble, am I right?"

Song Yanqing had already calmed down, so Xu Sijiang's heartbeat was probably the same.

But before he had time to speak, he felt his subordinate's heart beating extraordinarily hard.

This is different from what I thought, Song Yanqing silently withdrew her hand.

He withdrew his hand, but Xu Sijiang didn't.

What he practiced was the palm technique. As soon as he put his palm on it, he felt that the body under his hand seemed to be very strong.

Xu Sijiang's face was still reserved, and he moved his fingers imperceptibly, making sure that what he touched was the firm chest muscle.

He didn't think much about it at first, he just thought it was something that was popular at the moment.

Xu Sijiang was slightly taken aback when his eyes swept over the hard calluses and wide knuckles on Song Yanqing's palm.

He has many swordsmen under him, and those swordsmen have more or less such marks on their hands because they have held their swords for a long time.

He glanced secretly at Song Yanqing, who looked at him with a smile.

Song Yanqing already realized that his knowledge of martial arts might be exposed, he patted Xu Sijiang on the cheek, and said helplessly, "Have you seen enough?"

Xu Sijiang murmured, "Enough is enough."

Song Yanqing knew that the more this kind of thing was hidden, the more it would attract suspicion, so he simply said: "Your observation skills are really good. If you can really get an official position, maybe you can be a good official who can distinguish right from wrong."

Xu Sijiang didn't know if Song Yanqing was bombing him, and shook his head repeatedly, pretending to be confused.

Song Yanqing sighed, got up and went to the table to pour a cup of tea.

Taking advantage of turning around, he took out the pill Xiaotao gave him and swallowed it.

He could feel that Xu Sijiang was still watching him from behind, and ordinary scholars might not have such insight.Not surprisingly, this scholar who always behaves very humble and cowardly is the reincarnation of his lover, and also Prince Xu of this world.

I just don't know what Xu Sijiang, a majestic prince, pretended to be a scholar and went to Nanfeng Pavilion for what.

Now that the system is not around, Song Yanqing has no way of knowing how much Xu Sijiang depends on him.There was no way to guess Xu Sijiang's purpose through the comments.

He poured two cups of tea, walked back to the bed and handed Xu Sijiang a cup, and said softly, "Drink."

He paused, then added: "Don't be afraid, I didn't poison it."

Xu Sijiang whispered, what is the young master talking about.Then holding the teacup, he drank it in small sips.

There was a red cloth strip and the name 'Mo Nanchen' before, but now Song Yanqing can basically confirm that this scholar is Xu Sijiang.

His gaze softened unconsciously, and even his speech became gentle.

He suppressed his love for Xu Sijiang, and comforted him: "My martial arts have been abolished by others, so don't be afraid of me, I am no different from ordinary people now."

Xu Sijiang grasped the key point, and he took advantage of the situation to ask: "Martial arts have been abolished? What's going on, my lord?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the enemy was looking for revenge, broke my sword, crippled my martial arts, and sent me to the Nanfeng Hall." After speaking, Song Yanqing drank the tea in the cup and said with a sigh: "At first I also thought about self-destruction, but after staying for a long time, I got used to it."

Xu Sijiang looked Song Yanqing up and down, he thought for a while and said doubtfully: "Didn't you say that you have been doing it for more than ten years?"

He originally thought that Mr. Yan would find some more reasonable reasons, but Song Yanqing pursed his lips and laughed.

He nodded Xu Sijiang's eyebrows, and said softly: "I lied to you before, you idiot."

"Then now..." Xu Sijiang said hesitantly.

"I'm lying to you now too. You can believe anything you say. I'm a little girl, and everything I say is to please the guests. Why do you really believe this expression?" Song Yanqing blinked her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up. With a bright smile.

He ignored Xu Sijiang, and it happened that the oil lamp was also exhausted at this time.

Song Yanqing rolled onto the bed, stepped over the scholar who was sitting on the bed in a daze, and lay down on the inner side to sleep.

Xu Sijiang didn't move until the breathing beside him gradually stabilized.

He gently raised his hand to Song Yanqing's veins, his face became more and more ugly.

This Mr. Yan must have been a martial artist before, as evidenced by the marks on his hands and the muscles on his body.

It's just that he really has no internal energy, and after looking at it, he really seems to have been abolished in martial arts.

When looking at Song Yanqing again, Xu Sijiang's mood became extremely complicated.

This person should have been a swordsman with superb swordsmanship, but now he has been reduced to a young man who is under the slightest/thumbs up.

I don't know what happened in the middle of this, so that this person was reduced to what he is now.

But this has nothing to do with him, Xu Sijiang ignored the bitterness in his heart and continued to play the role of a poor scholar.With his arms close to Song Yanqing, he curled up and closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

Zuo Xingyun couldn't see clearly what was going on on the bed due to the obstructed vision.

He only heard what Song Yanqing said, and he had some vague guesses in his heart.

He turned over and went down the roof without a sound, called out Du Qingtong, and repeated what Song Yanqing had said before.Du Qingtong said suspiciously: "Martial arts are abolished, is it true or not?"

"Fake, you go and pass on the news. When people ask, they will say that Mr. Yan was forcibly tied up and sent to the Nanfeng Hall."

Du Qingtong nodded and walked away with a smile.

After explaining this matter, Zuo Xingyun began to investigate the identity of the scholar again.

...

As the days passed, Song Yanqing was still pretending to be a young lady in the Nanfeng Hall.

Go out every day to flirt, and receive members of the Assassin League from time to time.

This peaceful life is no different from before, the only difference is that he and the people who connect him must always be on guard against the scholar who suddenly climbs in through the window.

Finally one day, Zuo Xingyun rushed into the room with a happy face, hugged Song Yanqing who was drinking tea with the scholar, and sipped Song Yanqing in his face.

Song Yanqing was used to this big dog who liked to kiss him whenever he got excited, he coughed lightly to signal him to calm down, there was still someone here.

It took Zuo Xingyun half a month to find out where the scholar came from, which made him even more unusual.

Coupled with Song Yanqing implicitly hinting that he is a scholar with high martial arts skills, Zuo Xingyun no longer underestimates this scholar who does not seem to have anything special on the outside.

He gave the scholar a hard look, hugged Song Yanqing as usual, and was about to pretend to be affectionate.

Xu Sijiang watched from the side, Song Yanqing felt a little uncomfortable.He secretly patted Zuo Xingyun, and was pinched again.

Zuo Xingyun told him that he had something important to do today, Song Yanqing gave Xu Sijiang a helpless look and said, "Mr. Mo, please go back. Tonight I am Zuo Daxia's man."

During this time, Xu Sijiang sent someone to investigate Mr. Yan in Nanfeng Hall, and the information he found was the same as what Song Yanqing himself said.

Xu Sijiang didn't get up to leave, he took out a money bag from his arms and blushed and said, "I bought you today, this is money."

Zuo Xingyun's face turns blue and turns pale. If it is normal, he must teach this scholar a lesson.

But now that the matter was urgent, he knocked the scholar's purse flying with his palm, grabbed Song Yanqing and was about to go out.

Xu Sijiang didn't know their real relationship, and just thought it was Zuo Xingyun who wanted to pull Song Yanqing to do that again.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed Song Yanqing's wrist, looked at Zuo Xingyun, pursed his lips again and again, and finally said in a stumbling voice: "Today, I bought him, he is mine."

The commotion outside is getting louder and louder, the situation is urgent now, Zuo Xingyun has no time to talk nonsense with the scholar.

He knocked on the scholar's wrist, and the scholar grinned in pain and let go.

Zuo Xingyun took the opportunity to drag Song Yanqing out. The scholar was still following behind, but he stopped when he reached the door.

Song Yanqing looked back at him, Xu Sijiang held the door panel with his hand.The moment the two people's eyes collided, he put away his probing eyes, and turned to look helpless.

Song Yanqing sighed, he looked away, and Zuo Xingyun's voice came from his ear.

"The prince is right outside the door. I think he will call you later. Be careful."

Song Yanqing nodded but kept her eyes on the scholar.Song Yanqing didn't look away until he went down the stairs and the figure of the man was covered by the railing.

"You don't like him, do you?" Zuo Xingyun patted Song Yanqing and whispered.

"Yes." Song Yanqing did not deny it.

Zuo Xingyun's face darkened in an instant, he held Song Yanqing and said in a low voice: "Listen to brother, the scholar's origin is unknown, he is probably a member of the royal family, don't fall for his tricks."

Song Yanqing didn't show any expression, she just said hello, and Zuo Xingyun was so angry that his head hurt.

There was a noise outside, Song Yanqing followed the sound and saw a young man in brocade clothes sitting in the hall, and a row of young men from the Nanfeng Hall stood in front of him with low eyebrows.

Probably no one could catch his eyes, the young man in brocade clothes raised his hand and slapped the old bustard hard.

Zuo Xingyun winked and signaled Song Yanqing that it was the prince.

The prince is quite handsome, but unfortunately his temper is too bad, and his words are disgusting.

As soon as Song Yanqing came down, the prince's eyes revealed a look of amazement.

He stood up and applauded: "As expected of Mr. Yan, she is truly a beauty."

Song Yanqing smiled softly, he said in his heart that I don't know if I am a beauty, but you will be dead soon.

The author has something to say: A bunch of wolf cubs!

I want to write too, but I’m afraid, one of my other finished articles has been locked for more than 20 times and has not been unlocked yet, so I just flirt/talk.

If I really drive, you won't see me.

You should be under the car, not here. _(:з」∠)_