Cannon fodder "attack" development system

In the end, Song Guan was thrown into the carriage with a cold face by Song Zhan. As a result, his head was hit on the side wall, and a red mark was directly seen on his forehead.

Before, Song Guan was already drunk, but because no one else came to disturb him, people who didn't know the truth looked at him and thought he was not drunk. As a result, Song Zhan made such a mess, and his drunkenness showed up. .On the way Song Zhan carried him all the way, he still struggled a lot. It took a lot of effort for Song Zhan to push Song Guan into the carriage.

After being forcibly stuffed into the carriage, the drunken man clamored to get out, but he swayed and knocked his head again without paying attention while struggling, with a loud "boom".

Song Zhan paused. He looked at his second brother, who was still noisy at first, but after eating like this, he stopped being noisy. He just tilted his head and covered his head, and sat silently, with his face on his face. There was an almost bewildered expression on his face.

Looking at Song Guan with such a silly expression, Song Zhan's tense nerves relaxed for a moment. He had been very angry before, his mood fluctuated greatly, and his heart hurt. When it was found in the cubicle, Song Zhan was very angry, but he insisted on holding it and refused to let others see through it, so he relaxed at this time, and his face showed a little fatigue.

"You are capable." Song Zhan closed his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, then he opened his eyes and reached out to grab Song Guan, but at this time, the foolish person started to make trouble again Get up, flutter restlessly as if wanting to stand up, say something incongruous in the mouth, the bands that bind the hair are unknowingly unknowingly, so the black hair is just like this. Take a look.

The cold hair touched the palm of his hand, which made Song Zhan dazed for a moment, but the daze was only for a moment. After a moment, Song Zhan turned cold and supported the drunkard's shoulder, forcing him to settle down.

The carriage started to move at some point, and the person in his arms was still struggling at first, but later he realized that the struggle was futile, so he simply gave up the struggle, just grabbed his hand and said dissatisfiedly: "Who are you?"

The Second Young Master Song was really so drunk that he couldn't recognize anyone, and his eyes were not as clear as usual, and the eyes that hung his eyes like this were all blurred.Song Zhan was about to get angry when he saw the other party's appearance, such a dishonest appearance, and he didn't know if this person in the Chu Pavilion looked at others like this before.

He was really angry, but he wanted to be out of sight and out of mind, but he had already led the person out, and now he couldn't throw this person out directly, so he had to stretch out his hand to cover the other person's eyes, this posture is just right to see It is clear that the red mark on the other party's head was not dark in color, it was light in color, matching the skin color of the second son of Song Dynasty, and the light in the carriage was not too bright. What kind of scar is it? On the contrary, it seems to be stained with a peach blossom petal in spring.

Song Zhan watched for a while, and the person under the palm had his eyes covered, and gradually became unhappy. He wanted to pull his hand, but his movements were not sensitive. His fingers randomly grabbed the back of his hand twice, and the nails were not long. It was even trimmed very roundly, but with excessive force, it left marks on the back of his hand.

Song Zhan was scratched, and finally let go of his hand covering the opponent's eyes, and then took out a tube of plaster from his arms, but he was the first to apply the medicine in his hand to the wound on Song Guan's forehead. It was very close, and Song Guan, who was drunk, blinked his eyes, and suddenly moved closer. Before Song Zhan could react, he moved closer to Song Zhan's neck, and sniffed vigorously. He caressed Song Zhan's neck seemingly inadvertently, like a low-hanging willow branch inadvertently sticking to someone, a little itchy.

Song Guan laughed: "The scent of sandalwood is so strong." As he said this, he raised his buried head, and unconsciously grabbed Song Zhan's lapel with his hands. Satisfied, as if he had found the correct answer that no one else knew, he said, "So you are the big brother."

Song Zhan's hands trembled, and the indifferent expression he had forced himself to hold at that moment could no longer be maintained. He only felt that his heart, which was already a little painful, seemed to be squeezed hard by someone.As if he had been bitten, Song Zhan pushed away Song Guan's hand, but his eyes were full of that smiling expression.

The plaster in his hand had fallen into some corner, and Song Zhan's face had already turned pale in an instant due to the pain, and there was sweat streaming down his forehead, but the instigator of all this hadn't come together desperately, and there was nothing in his voice With so much concern, it seems to be pure curiosity: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zhan's face was so pale that there was no blood, and he was breathing quickly. His heart hurt so much that his vision was a little dark. He reached out and pushed Song Guan who was approaching again, but he didn't have much strength in his hand, so he pushed weakly. Also: "Don't come here."

Song Guan took his hand and stuck it very close: "What did you say?"

When Song Zhan finally opened the door of the carriage, the little Taoist priest driving the carriage outside saw Mr. Song's appearance, and was really taken aback for a while, and then realized that Daoist Lin Yuan was ill.

Fortunately, the little Taoist priest had first-aid medicine on him, so he hurriedly stopped driving, and first helped Mr. Song to take the medicine.The Second Young Master Song also came out, but he was watching curiously from the sidelines. After the Eldest Young Master recovered, his blood-colored lips trembled when he saw the Second Young Master. It's so big, it seems to be about to fall ill again.

The little Taoist priest who didn't understand how things had developed into this way was so frightened that he couldn't speak, but he did one thing right in his haste. Leisurely and leisurely, the drunken Second Young Master Song who watched the development of things in a leisurely manner was forced back into the carriage.

The Second Young Master Song was gone, and the First Young Master Song put his hands on the wooden door. His face was still pale, but his whole body seemed to be much better. The little Taoist waited for a while, and then looked at the First Young Master Song. It was almost over, the violent ups and downs of the chest calmed down, and the aura around him no longer had the initial sense of terror, so he hesitated for a long time and asked tremblingly, "Daoist Lin Yuan?"

After a long time, the little Taoist priest heard Mr. Song's answer, only two words: "Let's go."

The autumn wind had already chilled people's faces, the carriage moved forward slowly, Song Zhan leaned against the wooden door, his eyes were still closed, there was cold sweat on his forehead, and it continued to flow down and wet his eyelashes. Her eyelashes are still wet, like tears.

No one knew, Mr. Song had countless thoughts in his mind, and those thoughts were boiling in his heart like boiling water, making his body tremble slightly again, with killing intent already.The people in the carriage behind him were separated by a wooden board. If they were killed, they would be killed. Once the knife was clean, it would be all over. There was no need to worry about anything, and there was no need to get flustered.

With the sound of horseshoes, Song Zhan leaned on the car door and closed his eyes and thought a lot. Among the many thoughts, he thought of how he scolded Song Er away that day when he was in Linyuan Temple.In fact, it was just a momentary thought. At that time, he was sitting in the Taoist temple, and the chessboard under the shaded trees was scattered. It was the end of summer, and the chilling cicadas were singing sadly, which seemed to remind people that they would suffer from the cold in the future. He looked at Chess record, in fact, my mind was not here for a long time. After waiting for a long time, I finally waited for the movement of someone stuffing an envelope into the crack of the gate from outside like a thief.

He looked at the letter paper that came in through the crack of the door. The summer was coming to an end long ago, and the heat was fading away. But at that time, he only felt an evil fire in his heart. When he opened the door, he saw Song Er Squat on the ground.He scolded someone that day, and Song Er, who was scolded, was holding the envelope and looking at him in a daze. There was no sad expression on his face, just looking at him like a lost child.

In fact, he had been telling himself this all the time, that he couldn't see Song Er again.Can't see you again.But why he couldn't see him was the reason why he didn't want to think about it.Obviously, he has repeatedly told himself that some things have already been planned, and some things have already been planned. That is Song Er, whom he hated the most since he was a child. How could he have any unbearable thoughts? .If there is, it must be a momentary fascination, and if there is, it must be an illusion.

But in those days, he had opened and read all the letters Song Er wrote to him one by one, and he even read some of them several times in a daze.Song Er's letter was written neatly at the beginning, no matter the words or the content, but after writing it, he probably thought he would not read it, and Yue Mo was trying to feel it, but he wrote it more and more. Casually, especially once, he directly replaced a story about "the big fool in the village" handed down by the predecessors directly, and used his "Song Zhan" word.

Later, when Song Er saw that he had nothing to say about the letter, he made sure that he didn't read the letter. After that, he wrote more and more without scruples. Notes, if you think of something funny, just write it down, if you are unhappy, you can curse a few words, sometimes you will write about your daily life, not something special, just write wherever you think of, because There is no general plan before writing, so sometimes the words seem to be stumbling, incoherent, with some typos in the middle, and sometimes the handwriting is so scrawled that it flies up, but he can still repeat it when facing such garbage-like letter paper. I have watched it several times, if this is not a bewilderment, what else can it be.

He also remembered the first time he saw Song Guan in the palace after many years, it was Song Guan who was brought back from the execution ground by his order when his father and father died.The palace flowers on the side were as bright as crying blood, while Song Guan's face was pale, only the blood spattered by his father when he was beheaded had dried up clearly on his cheek.

His second brother seems to have become out of his memory since this time, of course this is just his feeling, in fact he can't be sure, because he hadn't seen Song Guan for too long at that time.Later, there were many rumors about Song Er in the capital, but he always felt unreal.There seemed to be an image of Song Guan leaning against his neck and saying how strong the scent of sandalwood was before his eyes, and the smile in his bewitched eyes seemed to be affectionate.

The Empress Dowager said: "Your younger brother is born really well now, like a bright pearl. A person can really change a lot when he grows up. I didn't believe that much before, but your second brother is really like this. Now I Seeing him, I feel like I can eat an extra bowl of rice. I don’t know if I’m the only one who thinks this way. I always feel that every time I see your second brother, he’s better than when I saw him last time. It’s really evil if you look good.”

After finishing speaking, his eyeballs rolled around, he smiled, and continued: "Song Zhan, your second brother is not a goblin, the kind who specializes in seducing people's souls. But speaking of it, if he is willing to be with me Hong was turned over, even if he was a goblin, I would still be willing to let him be seduced. Peony is dead, and ghosts are also romantic... Don't stop! Why did you hit me again when you said you couldn't do it? !"

It is indeed evil.How could it not be evil.That day, the palace flowers circled around Yu Xiang for an inch, and Song Guanli stood beside the palace flowers so that he clearly couldn't understand them.Only the face was still stained with blood, which had already solidified, so it was like a painting mark. One could imagine how the warm blood splashed on Song Guan's cheeks when the Grand Master Song was beheaded on the execution ground.

The queen mother said that Song Guan's life is more detailed day by day. It is true that he also feels the same way, and sometimes he will be shocked when he suddenly turns around.

That day, Ye Yushi climbed over the wall, and he whipped Song Guan. After Song Guan was whipped by him, he climbed up the tree, hugged the branch and cried loudly on it.From Lin Shu's glance, how could he not know that Song Guan's crying was false, but this man's white clothes were covered with blood, his exposed wounds looked miserable, his face was stained with tears, and he himself swung the whip down, Only then did I know that the whip hurt people badly.

Song Guan was sitting on the tree, crying through his fingers to see his reaction, a drop of tears happened to fall from his fingers and dripped at the corner of his eyes, suddenly the eyes that looked through his fingers, It seems to coincide with the influence of the crowing of the blood palace flower that day, the eyes are dark and dark, making it difficult to see the bottom.

His heart started to hurt again, Song Zhan felt that he couldn't think about it anymore, but suddenly he finally figured it out, it turned out that he had always thought that Song Guan was like a certain plant, which infiltrated the feelings of his father and father that day innocently. The fresh blood has sucked up the little bit of blood since then, and suddenly bloomed into strange flowers.

The plants are graceful, but they are unknown.

The carriage finally stopped in front of the gate of the Song Mansion, and at this time, the Eldest Young Master Song had already returned to his usual slightly indifferent appearance. If it wasn't for the cold sweat on his forehead, he would not have been ill.

When the gatekeeper saw Mr. Song, he hurried up to greet him. Mr. Song said, "Your second son is in the carriage, so you go and ask Xiaobing to come and help him."

The man froze for a moment, and said: "Back to Eldest Young Master, Xiao Bing came out with Second Young Master. Didn't Eldest Young Master see Xiao Bing?"

Song Zhan didn't expect this to happen. He brought Song Guan out earlier, but he really didn't notice that Xiaobing was not there. He paused for a moment: "I see." Then he said, "After I leave, you will Second Young Master helped him back to the room, he drank a lot of wine today, you should pay attention."

The gatekeeper didn't dare to ask more questions about the situation in front of him, nor did he think too much about it, so he only replied, "Yes."

Song Guan woke up the next day with a splitting headache, but he didn't remember much about being drunk the day before yesterday, and hurried to the morning court, but the queen mother was very angry that day, and the matter of holding everyone out to drink flowers and wine was sent out for a while After talking to a lot of people, Song Guan was finally brought up. His usual gentle voice was a little cold and impersonal at the moment, a bit like a big brother.

Then the Empress Dowager mentioned the spy of the enemy country, and assigned Song Guan to work in Dali Temple, saying: "The Ai family will leave this matter to Song Aiqing, and I believe Song Aiqing will give the Ai family a satisfactory answer."

That afternoon, Song Guan was urged to go to the dungeon to meet the captured enemy spy.In the dark cell, the man was terribly filthy with blood, and his whole body was covered with scars. After the severe punishment, he was injured again before he recovered, so in the end, the wounds added to the wounds, and bones were seen in many places.

Song Guan stood in front of the cell where the enemy's spies were held for a while. The torches burning on the wall in the dark prison flickered the light and shadow. He was thinking about what he was going to do when he heard someone calling him from behind. One sound, "Second Young Master Song."

That cool voice, against the gloomy atmosphere of the prison, unexpectedly had a sense of harmony, so much so that it directly created the illusion of being in a horror movie.

Song Guan turned his head and saw a man with a particularly evil appearance, not to say that he was ugly, that man could be said to be quite handsome, but his skin was as white as melting snow, and there was a scarlet cinnabar mole between his eyebrows , the expression was like a puppet, so under the light of the prison fire, he looked like some kind of prison ghost who had just come out of the prison, and Song Guan was so scared that he said "ah".

But he drank too much wine yesterday, and he hasn't recovered yet, so the "ah" was so soft that it was like a greeting.

The young man nodded slightly when he heard this, and then walked over. The voice was not loud, but his voice was as cold as a frozen corpse. One thing, but what is your order?"

Song Guan didn't know why he saw this person, he just thought about ghosts, corpses and other things, but now he can be sure that this is indeed a person, but his head hurts like death, thinking about who this person is, wood After a while, he finally remembered that the cinnabar mole, the cinnabar mole he had heard mentioned by others, was not that Jiang Duxiu, the secretary of the Dali Temple.

Song Guan finally remembered the identity and name of the other party, but for a moment he forgot that the other party asked him a question, which caused him to be stuck for a long time before turning around and saying: "I don't know." Then he felt that the other party was really It looks so familiar to him, but he couldn't remember why for a while, Song Guan didn't hold back his doubts, just said, "Did we meet somewhere?"

Mr. Jiang didn't speak after hearing this question. The torch on the wall next to him ignited with a bang. He just turned his head and looked at Song Guan quietly, without blinking his eyes. blink.