Rescue the loyal dog system

Song Zhixin heard that Gu Wuyi didn't want to talk too much, and didn't delve into it. He looked up at Gu Wuyi, and found that her eyes were tired, guessing that she didn't sleep last night, so she smiled softly and sent out an invitation: "Sister Gu, Do you want to go to bed and rest together?"

Gu Wuyi was stunned, he didn't expect Song Zhixin to say that, he shook his head, sat on the bedside and chatted with Song Zhixin for a while, seeing her sleepy, he stopped talking.

Gu Wuyi stroked Song Zhixin's hair, and told her to sleep peacefully. The corners of her lips were raised, and her heart was soft. It turns out that it feels so good to be accompanied by someone.

In the past, no matter who you were talking to, every sentence revolved around interests, and the so-called warmth was just a false construction, but chatting with Song Zhixin had nothing to do with the purpose of obtaining information, just to feel at ease.

So the girl in front of me is really different. She wants to be pampered in her heart. She is innocent but full of worries.

Gu Wuyi looked at Song Zhixin's sleeping face, and put his finger on Song Zhixin's frowning eyebrows.It can be seen that she is hiding something in her heart. She thinks she is hiding something tightly, but in fact she has already been seen through. I didn't ask because I didn't want to pry into Song Zhixin's privacy. Song Rusheng didn't ask, or he didn't want to make her worry too much.

Thinking of Song Confucianism, Gu Wuyi was a little confused again. He clearly knew of his existence, but why didn't he expose it, instead leaving an obscure figure like himself hiding here?

He got up and left the room, then quietly climbed up to Song Rusheng's study.After these few days of observation, the so-called lightness kung fu here requires internal support and is extremely secretive.But success is Xiao He, failure is Xiao He, as long as the inner strength is deep enough, you can find out whether someone is spying on you.

Therefore, Gu Wuyi did not use the meager internal strength he had learned, but simply climbed over with skills, landed steadily on the eaves, and listened with bated breath.

"Master, I found this in Miss's room." Uncle Fu didn't understand at first why he suddenly asked himself to find something in Song Zhixin's room, but now he marveled at Song Confucian's clever calculation.

"Uncle Fu, why did Yuan Fang suddenly send someone over?" Song Confucian flipped through the account book in his hand, his expression was inexplicable, but he understood why, but he still asked aloud.

"I'm afraid there are moths here, and it has already involved the interests of Yuanfang." Fu Bo has been with Song Confucianism for more than 20 years, and he naturally knows what happened back then. was broken.

Uncle Fu understood the truth, and Confucian Song naturally understood that if it was in the past, he definitely didn't want to get involved, so he just gave the account book directly, but he just thought of what his wife said in the dream, but he didn't know what to do.

Ah Qing is gone, and the one I want to protect is only my confidant, and I must make sure that everything is safe.Thinking of this, Song Rusheng already had a countermeasure. He waved his hand to let Fu Bo back out, and then put the ledger into the cabinet.

I wrote a line of words in ink, whistled, and a carrier pigeon flew in from the window, landed firmly on the desk, and flew out immediately after receiving the letter.

Tapping the table with his fingers, Song Rusheng looked in Gu Wuyi's direction, waited for a while, and finally said: "Come out."

The study was quiet, the wind blew the rice paper on the table through the window, making a rustling sound, Song Confucianism did not make any more noises, and after waiting for about a stick of incense, he felt a different breath, and when he looked up, he saw the ancient Standing with you without support or humility.

"Hello, Uncle." Gu Wuyi carefully concealed the guard hidden in his heart, and stood in front of the desk and bowed slightly.

Song Confucianism didn't answer, and started to write again. After a while, he didn't seem to mind opening his mouth, but he pressed against Gu Wuyi with great internal force: "What is your intention when you stay in the heart of your confidant?"

Gu Wuyi's face turned pale, but he didn't speak in a hurry. He knew that the next answer would determine whether he could stay by Song Zhixin's side. After thinking about it, he replied half-truthfully: "There is no conspiracy, just Take what you need."

Looking up at Song Zhixin, his hands clenched into fists, Song Rusheng didn't speak, and Gu Wuyi didn't excuse anything, quietly bearing the heavy pressure until Song Rusheng put the brush aside, he felt his body lighten, relieved.

"I don't care what you want from Zhixin's side, but as long as you have the slightest hint of mischief, I won't let you stay." Song Rusheng didn't ask any more questions, looked up at Gu Wuyi's eyes, and said slowly.

"Why?" Gu Wuyi knew that his existence was acquiesced, but he still didn't relax in his heart. His identity was unknown. Why was Song Confucian so relieved that he would stay in the Song Mansion?

"Human life is worthless, and killing you is easy." Song Confucian waved his hand, and did not answer any more. Seeing Gu Wuyi going out, he couldn't help but think of what he saw in a dream a week ago.

Ridiculous and real.

In the dream, there is no Gu Wuyi, only Jiang Zisu approached Song Zhixin in the name of repaying his kindness, took out the account book hidden in Zhixin's boudoir, and successfully overthrew the admiral of the Nine Houses Mo Wenshu. wife.

In the end, watching Song Zhixin's tragic death above the officialdom, no matter how hard he tried to catch up, he couldn't recover from the tragedy of his precious daughter's death by the knife. It was the same nightmare over and over again, Song Confucianism really didn't dare to sleep.

Until one day, Ah Qing appeared in a dream and told herself that in the near future, someone would come to save Song Zhixin, so that she would not interfere too much with their development.

He didn't believe it at first, but after Gu Wuyi came, the scene in the dream changed, which made Confucian Song a little afraid to gamble.In his previous life, he didn't know that the account book was hidden with the Song family, because the assassin had protected Song Zhixin's boudoir so well that Jiang Zisu couldn't get the account book, and when he knew about it, he had already been unable to escape.

Now that I know it, but I was told not to let Jiang Zisu get the account book too early, let alone cut off the intersection between Zhixin and Jiang Zisu, so I can only leave Gu Wuyi to stay by Song Zhixin's side first, to see if this so-called noble person can change .

Everything has a chance, what is the cause, and what is the result. Song Confucian scholars guessed that Jiang Zisu already knew his identity, so even if he handed over the account book, he would not be able to get out of this matter. Hold a little bit of chips to protect Song Zhixin and the Song family.

Song Rusheng thought of the scene of his daughter's tragic death, and the storm raged in his eyes.There are many factions in the imperial court, those old dogs will definitely not let the prince marry the merchant's daughter as his wife, but Song Zhixin begged hard, but his heart softened but it turned into a tragedy, this time the same mistakes will not happen again!

Song Zhixin's illness lasted for several days, and his life was uneventful. Gu Wuyi knew that Song Confucian scholars had their own arrangements, so he didn't ask too much.Just being with Song Zhixin and a cup of clear tea can spend a lot of time.

"Where's dad?" Song Zhixin felt a little sorry for not paying respects to Confucian Song for a few days, and planned to have a good meal with him today.

"Early this morning, a Mr. Su came from outside the house. The master is chatting with him now." Xing'er blushed when she thought of that handsome man, and fearing that the master was looking for a son-in-law for the young lady, she secretly took a look at Song Zhixin's face. .

"Mr. Su?" Song Zhixin thought of Jiang Zisu's alias in his mind, and felt that he was overthinking. After all, he was not injured, so why should he come to visit.

"Let's go." Song Zhixin didn't care too much, straightened the hem of the clothes, and ordered.

Just entering, unexpectedly saw Jiang Zisu and Song Confucian chatting happily, Song Zhixin's expression changed slightly, and he quickly straightened his expression, the two noticed that it was only unnatural to see a stranger.

Jiang Zisu was confident in his disguise technique, and he also wore a face scarf after his disguise yesterday. Song Zhixin probably wouldn't recognize him, so he smiled gently, as a greeting, and looked away.

"Daddy." Song Zhixin said hello, then sat on the stool and looked at Jiang Zisu with some doubts in his eyes.

"This is Mr. Su, your mother's distant relative. After all, he is your cousin." Song Confucian smiled, and briefly introduced it, which was not as enthusiastic as before.

In the past, as long as people of the same age came to the Song residence, as long as they were of decent character, Song Confucian scholars would be very enthusiastic. They wanted Song Zhixin to communicate more with each other and be more optimistic.

Now Song Rusheng's expression was calm, clearly he didn't want the two of them to have a deep friendship, Song Zhixin immediately understood what Song Rusheng meant, although he didn't understand, but he also cooperated with the faint smile of the audience and concentrated on eating.

Jiang Zisu was also savvy, he didn't talk to Song Confucian again, instead he looked at Song Zhixin a few more times, and when Song Zhixin realized it, he looked away ahead of time, like a young man in love.

For the first time, the peace on the dinner table in the Song Mansion was not warm but each had their own thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Gu Wuyi didn't see Song Zhixin when he came back, and after waiting for a while, he found that her expression was not right, and quickly jumped off the beam.

"Sister Gu, you scared me." Song Zhixin was startled by Gu Wuyi who suddenly appeared, thinking that she jumped in from the window again, and gave Gu Wuyi a reproachful look. The panic has also eased a lot.

Gu Wuyi knew he was wrong, touched his nose and changed the subject: "I just went out and heard that there is the Hundred Flowers Festival today, do you want to see it?"

Song Zhixin was stunned, not understanding why the Hundred Flowers Festival was held in advance, and immediately realized that he took Gu Wuyi's hand and sat down, his tone a little eager to try.

"Sister Gu, the Hundred Flowers Festival is held once a year. It is a big day in Yulin City. Let's go and see it."

"But Daddy..." Thinking that every time she went out, she had to follow many servants behind her, and thinking of how they followed her closely, Song Zhixin felt a little depressed.

Moreover, this Hundred Flowers Festival is a day for men and women to find a mate and tell their hearts. Song Confucian scholars originally objected to Song Zhixin going to that chaotic place, worried that something might go wrong, and even more afraid that Song Zhixin would be tricked by someone.

These words reminded Gu Wuyi that Song Zhixin's body was not suitable for this kind of occasion. The annual Hundred Flowers Festival, the scene was naturally chaotic.

"Sister Gu, will you take me there?"

Song Zhixin's slightly coquettish tone made her voice softer, and the anticipation in her eyes made Gu Wuyi unable to say the words of refusal. After a pause, she finally nodded in agreement.

When night fell, the silence was broken by the gorgeous fireworks outside the mansion. Although the Song Mansion was a little far from the city street, most people participated in the grand Hundred Flowers Festival. The fireworks almost illuminated the entire Yulin City. Song Zhixin heard the sound of fireworks bursting, and seemed to be able to vaguely see a few shadows of fireworks, releasing their own brilliance in the air.

Song Rusheng knew that Song Zhixin was looking forward to the Hundred Flowers Festival, and would buy fireworks in advance every year, and then let Song Zhixin watch them in the mansion on the same day.But this year's Hundred Flowers Festival seems to be forced to be held in advance, so that there is no time to prepare.

Song Rusheng looked at Song Zhixin's dark room, sighed, and felt a little guilty. When he thought about making it up for her another day, he looked at his precious daughter and the mysterious man, and planned to go out secretly.

"Master, do you want to stop?" Uncle Fu stood next to Confucian Song, watched the two of them sneak out the back door, and asked worriedly.

Song Rusheng nodded, but when he saw the tension and anticipation in Song Zhixin's eyes, he suddenly fell silent, sighed, and waved his hands helplessly: "Send some servants to follow the lady."

The Hundred Flowers Festival is called Hundred Flowers, but what people are looking forward to is not a banquet of flowers, but a beauty who is more delicate than flowers.Every year, Yulin City selects famous and talented women from various places, representing a kind of flower, and let them explain the language of flowers and their own stories.

This method made many people look forward to the Hundred Flowers Festival, and even people from other towns would rush over.Although it was held in a hurry this year, there were also a lot of people on the street, making it extremely crowded.

"Be careful." Gu Wuyi had a dagger pinned to his waist, and his indifferent appearance made many people dare not get too close, and gave them a little place to stand, but Gu Wuyi was still worried and kept paying attention. The people around were afraid that Song Zhixin would be hurt.

"Sister Gu, I will protect myself, you don't have to just look at me." Song Zhixin was a little moved by Gu Wuyi's attention, stretched out his hand blushing, and carefully held Gu Wuyi's hand.

What he said was somewhat ambiguous, and it was the first time that someone held his hand like this, which made Gu Wuyi look away unnaturally, and nodded stiffly.

"Pfft." Song Zhixin's beautiful eyes were bent, and she chuckled.

"Breeze rises..." came a burst of singing from the end of the long street, the singing was peaceful and melodious, and the melancholy and unwillingness in the voice caught the hearts of everyone present, making the crowd gradually quiet down.

This is the charm of singing, but also the rules.

When Hanako passes by, no one can disturb her tender love to the world.

A woman in purple clothes stood on the float, covered with a veil and could not see her face clearly, her eyes were full of unwashed pain and sorrow, like love and hate, after the turbulent emotions, it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, holding a A bouquet of violets, then thrown to the crowd.

Everyone seemed to have unraveled the spell, and they all backed away quickly, fearing that they would not be able to escape in time, and be hit by the bouquet of flowers. Seeing that Huazi sang so mournfully, he didn't want his feelings to be lost.

Watching the floats pass by, Song Zhixin felt a little depressed inside, and his expression was not as excited as before. Suddenly, he remembered that in his last life, he had a good impression of Jiang Zisu, so he ignored his father's dissuasion and insisted on marrying him, but ended up falling apart halfway. The fate of throwing corpses into the wilderness.

"A merchant's daughter, she still wants to fly on a branch and become a phoenix!" The man in black sneered, and his disdainful words let Song Zhixin know where this innocent disaster came from.

The fairy said that those old officials who supported Jiang Zisu in the imperial court wanted to marry their daughters, and if they couldn't do it, they needed Jiang Zisu to marry the daughter of a powerful family.Since he couldn't stop Jiang Zisu, he had no choice but to kill Song Zhixin, the stumbling block.

So Song Zhixin had another chance, and did not wish to be with Jiang Zisu again. He knew himself well, and his love for him did not transcend life and death. In his previous life, he insisted on pursuing the so-called love regardless of Song Rusheng's dissuasion, but it was hopeless in the end. love it.

So, what is love?I once wanted to marry Jiang Zisu because he was caring for himself and the relationship between him and his elder brother was different, so I thought it was love, but if it was love, why was it so vulnerable, and I didn't even have the courage to choose again?

Brother Mingwei is not bothered, and he is well-matched with the Song family, and he will not be disgusted. He wants to marry Brother Mingwei because he wants to have a stable life. Is it because of love that he wants to be safe?

Song Zhixin watched the float go away in a daze, suddenly a warm touch came from his lips, he looked down and saw a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, followed his porcelain white slender fingers, and saw Gu Wuyi's beautiful eyes.

There is no sadness or joy, but the cold and clear eyes make Song Zhixin dazed, his thoughts are washed away in the water-like eyes, and his lips are rolled over the crisp candy in Gu Wuyi's hand. Song Zhixin felt like a dream.

"Don't think too much, let nature take its course." Gu Wuyi didn't understand why Song Zhixin's mood suddenly became so low, and after speaking, he took her hand and walked out of the crowd.

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