Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

There are thousands of melancholy and deep worries.

Song Shen raised his neck and took a gulp, gulping and swallowing loudly, then he flicked his hand, and with a "clang", the empty jug shattered.

Holding his breath, Song Shen raised his face, closed his eyes, and was extremely irritable. After a long while, he closed his eyes and reached out to grope, pulled the blue bundle closer, skillfully opened it, silently stared at the iron box containing the ashes of his senior sister, and then took out another thing:

It is a flat object, wrapped in sandalwood silk cloth, with simple and elegant patterns, and after layers are uncovered, a beautifully bound book emerges. The title of the book on the cover is "36 Forms of Longyang"!

Song Shen, who was drunk, suddenly smiled, very softly, and subconsciously wiped his hands vigorously on the lapel of his shirt, and opened it carefully: Although this book is called "Longyang 36 Styles", the title page is a freehand splash-ink painting. There are mountains, rocks, clouds and water, flowers and plants bent by the wind, etc., which are soothing and free, enough to show that the painter has extraordinary brushwork, but there are no inscriptions and signatures.

"Tch~" Song Shen, who was drunk, curled his lips, triumphant and extremely cherished, reluctant to touch the title page, and muttered: "Obviously the painting is so good, but he refuses to draw a few for me, really, really stingy! Give me a reward, but you play tricks, hum, fortunately I have hidden a few..."

In the middle of the night, there was no one there.

Song Shen was alone in a room, half drunk and half awake, muttering to himself for a long time, only the roar of the north wind outside the window sang to him.

In the evening of the next day, Rong Youtang settled the official business and rushed back to the city before dark. The heavy snow made the whole group's cheeks turn pale or even blue, and they stepped into the back office with limbs stiff.

"Frozen to death!" Wei Jie vigorously rubbed his palms, the tip of his nose was a little red.

Rong Youtang shivered, and quickly approached the smoked cage to keep warm, and asked as he walked, "Dongzi, how is Doctor Song?"

"Well, he only ate one meal yesterday, but drank three meals of wine." Zhang Dong was rather distressed, and reported in detail: "Today he got up very early, washed up and had breakfast, and after enjoying the snow for a while, he started drinking again! He drank until noon, was so drunk that he fell asleep, and now—" Before he finished speaking, Song Shen asked lazily at the door of the study:

"Who are you speaking ill of, Dongzi?"

"Eh?" Zhang Dong was frightened, turned his head hastily, was stunned, and smiled apologetically, "Doctor Song, are you awake, are you hungry? My lord, please drink some tea, and the younger one will prepare dinner right away."

"Go." Rong Youtang nodded sharply.

"Yes!" Zhang Dong shrank his neck and hurried away.Wei Jie didn't leave, he smiled and stood in front of Rong Youtang intentionally or unintentionally.

Rong Youtang moved his chair, leaned against the cage, glanced at his old friend for a while, and said with a smile: "You are a little too small in my clothes, and I will ask Zhang Dong to find two bigger and taller ones later."

"It doesn't matter, clothes, as long as they can cover up your embarrassment." Song Shenman said indifferently.He was leaning against the doorframe, the sleeves of his coat hanging above his wrist bones, and he was carrying a blue bundle, still stubbled and reeking of alcohol.

Rong Youtang was very curious and familiar with each other, so he didn't need any false politeness, so he asked bluntly: "Hey, what treasure is in your bag? You carry it day and night without leaving your body. I touched the skin of the bag the day before, and you almost broke my hand. "

"I'm sorry, I was drunk and muddled." Song Shen apologized unequivocally, and asked with concern: "Is your hand okay?"

Rong Youtang shook his head, glanced at Wei Jie and said, "Fortunately, the hero Wei was there at the time, and he saved you with righteousness, and easily subdued you."

"My fault, I'm really sorry." Song Shen reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, sniffed, ignoring the burden.

"Why did you drink like that? You passed out at the gate of the city, almost freezing to death!" Rong Youtang threatened deliberately.

"And also wounded three city gate guards." Wei Jie added.

"Ouch." Song Shen held his forehead, groaning in pain, spread his hands, and said pitifully: "Master Rong, I am in trouble now, I am penniless, please pay me for it, in the future—"

"Don't! That's not what I meant." Wei Jie quickly clarified.

Rong Youtang pretended to be angry with a stern face, and cursed with a smile: "Do you still need to speak? I've already dealt with it. Hmph, think so badly of me!"

"I, I... I was wrong." Song Shen, who had been leaning against the door frame, was speechless, smiled gratefully, and finally walked into the house, saying as he walked, "Mr. Rong, when I was the top student in high school, I used to laugh at you for being a little peanut." Here comes the official, after a few years of separation, you are already the magistrate of one side, and you are governed by peace and prosperity, which is very prestigious."

Recalling the past, Rong Youtang smiled knowingly, and said angrily: "Master Song, don't cry and be poor, I won't be fooled, your wisteria pavilion is making money every day!"

"Half a month ago, the Wisteria Pavilion was sealed up by the imperial court."

"Ah?" Rong Youtang was stunned, and asked in surprise, "Why was it sealed?"

Song Shen didn't answer for a while, when he walked one foot in front of Wei Jie, the latter involuntarily straightened his back, vigilant.

The two tall warriors looked at each other intently, and the atmosphere was a little stiff.

"Tsk~" Song Shen understood, raised one eyebrow, took out a palm-sized wooden sign from his bosom, and shook it slowly.

"Why do you have this?" Wei Jie blurted out, and asked in surprise, Rong Youtang, who was blocked behind him, asked:

"what?"

Rong Youtang got up, simply stretched out his hand, Song Shen lightly tossed it lightly, the former took it, looked at the engraved handwriting over and over again, and after a while, he asked tentatively: "Master Song, would you lead the Nanxuanwumen to join King Qing? Is it under His Majesty's command?"

"Your Highness actually gave you a bodyguard badge?" Wei Jie was puzzled.

"Are you illiterate? That engraves only my name, and it has nothing to do with the rest of the disciples." Song Shen yawned, his eyes were listless, and he told in a low voice, "Before I left Beijing, I was ashamed of myself. He wanted to return the badge, but His Highness didn't take it, so he allowed me to continue wearing it." After a pause, Song Shen squinted at Wei Jie, and asked lightly:

"So, you are a personal guard, and so am I. We are colleagues. Is it the senior who wants to bully the newcomer?"

"I--"

"Who has time to bully you." Wei Jie retorted in embarrassment, scratching his head, and explained embarrassingly: "You suddenly appeared, and the capital didn't notify you in advance, and you even sneaked up on Brother Rong, intending to pinch his hand off."

"I didn't do it on purpose, I was just drunk!" Song Shen interrupted with a frown, solemnly emphasizing.

"All right, all right, don't quarrel." Rong Youtang discouraged with a headache, waved his hands boldly, and said straight to the point: "Master Song, since you are visiting in the name of His Highness's confidant, if there is no urgent business, please first Going to lunch, we have friends from afar, let's have a few drinks; if—”

"Yes! Let's talk right away." Song Shen said solemnly.

Rong Youtang nodded: "Okay." He acted resolutely, and then looked at Wei Jie apologetically, who smiled heartily and said, "You guys talk, I'll go back to the house and change my boots, it's so uncomfortable to be wet and sticky."

"Ok."

In the blink of an eye, there were only Yu Rong and Song in the study.

Rong Youtang, who was leaning on the cage, greeted: "Sit down, please speak if you have something to say."

Song Shen didn't say a word, and moved the chair closer to the smoke cage. When he sat down, the burden on his back got stuck, so he simply untied it and hugged it.

"You..." Rong Youtang hesitated to speak, and said euphemistically: "I can't promise other places, but you can rest assured here, there are a group of martial arts masters living in the courtyard next door, and the younger generation will never dare to commit crimes."

"I also want to let go of the burden. I always carry it. It's heavy and tiring. But she is too stupid and ignorant, and she doesn't know what to do. If I relax a little bit, she will cause a catastrophe! So I can only keep an eye on her. "Song Shen expressed his feelings, exhausted physically and mentally.

"Who is stupid and doesn't know what to do?" Rong Youtang was stunned, and carefully examined the blue baggage held by the other party. After a long time, a flash of inspiration flashed, and then he picked up the dark wind on his back, shuddered all over, and blurted out:

"Isn't there something in the baggage?"

"Smart!" Song Shen praised happily, and then added: "But you only got half of the answers right, because I don't know what she is."

The more Rong Youtang thought about it, the more he understood, his hair stood on end, and he urged seriously: "Don't be fooled! Can you tell me who is... who is in the bag?"

"My senior sister."

Song Shen lowered his eyes, sad and solemn, his usual cynical and playful attitude was gone, but his tone was firm, and he said: "I will take care of her for the last time, and I will carry her back to my hometown and bury her at the foot of Shimen Mountain. From now on, Master will take care of her. , I am powerless."

"Xia Xiaoman?" Rong Youtang immediately recalled the beautiful woman of the past, and asked in amazement, "Did Senior Sister Ling pass away?"

"Your Majesty gave her a glass of poisoned wine, and she died of the poison on the spot." Song Shen said with a blank expression.

Rong Youtang frowned heavily, sat up straight, pondered for a while, and asked slowly: "Master Song, please forgive me for asking: Your Majesty has so many affairs to deal with, why did you take the time to kill a folk woman?"

"Because she plotted against the law, she bewitched His Highness King Rui." Song Shen didn't intend to hide anything, and answered every question.

"What?" Rong Youtang opened his eyes wide, almost suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears!He collected himself, raised his neck and poured half a cup of warm tea, suppressed his shock, and asked calmly, "Is His Royal Highness Rui okay?"

"I rushed to the scene in time. He is naturally safe, but he was a little frightened." Song Shen answered naturally.

Rong Youtang was keenly aware of some strangeness, but he did not expose it, and continued to ask: "Why did Senior Sister Ling seduce His Highness King Rui? Could it be that there is really a word of 'bewitching' in the world?"

"There are many wonders in the world. The art of witchcraft exists in the southwest barbarians, but it is not known whether it is as magical as the legends. However, I have not set foot in the South Xuanwu Sect." Song Shen couldn't bear it when he said this, and said angrily: "Before she died, my senior sister repented, cried out for being wronged, and said that she was fascinated by a living ghost-it was obvious that she was confused until her death, and she was confused all her life! It was clear that she was greedy for wealth and glory, and she was persuaded by the mastermind , I actually believed in the 'Lovesickness Gu', used overseas poisonous poison as a Gu, and in my name, delivered medicine to that idiot, almost killing him with the medicine. It's just... how could she fall into the eyes of that idiot? Sigh!"

That nerd?

King Rui?

For a while, there was no sound in the study.

Rong Youtang sighed, and sighed: "Unbelievable. But, did the crime happen inside or outside the palace? How did His Majesty know about it? Where is the mastermind?"

"Outside the palace, Prince Rui's Mansion. Before the Double Ninth Festival, he was rarely interested. He said he wanted to climb high, so he went out of the palace to live in the mansion. Who would have thought that senior sister would be so absurd? When the case happened, His Majesty happened to pay a visit in disguise. I didn’t listen to the explanation and begged for mercy, and killed my senior sister on the spot. I couldn’t absolve myself of the blame, and I was almost implicated. Fortunately, His Royal Highness King Qing came to protect me, otherwise there would be no Song Shen in this world. As for the murderer? I haven’t been caught when I left Beijing.”

"So that's how it is." Rong Youtang was thoughtful, full of doubts, a hundred or eighty thoughts popped up in an instant, suddenly realized in a blink of an eye, and asked firmly:

"I'm afraid His Majesty will also anger His Highness King Qing? Maybe there is me too, after all, you were recommended by us together."

"You guessed it right." Song Shen was extremely guilty, depressed and helpless, stood up and bowed his head: "I'm sorry, I have caused you trouble."

"do not!"

Rong Youtang hurriedly pushed the other party down, smiled bitterly and said in relief: "Ming people don't speak dark words, Master Song, what are you hiding between us? The real murderer is clearly going for His Royal Highness Qing, and the other party borrowed a knife to kill people. Senior Sister was treated like a knife."

——If Song Shen starts from the result, Rong Youtang will surely wake up early.

"You're right. But my senior sister is dead, and her body was cremated. Besides, His Majesty didn't intend to do a thorough investigation, so she gently uncovered it." Song Shen gritted his teeth and said with a sneer, "What do you mean by coincidence? When the case happened , Your Majesty actually ran into him by chance, the murderer is really scheming!"

This year, Rong Youtang has become more and more careful. His expression moved slightly, and he asked softly: "When something goes wrong, His Royal Highness King Qing will protect you. What about King Rui?"

"He." Song Shen's angry and resentful eyes instantly softened, and he said vaguely, "His body couldn't stand the big stimulation. I fainted at that time, and he fell into a coma for two days, and he was safe."

Rong Youtang nodded, leaned over, and instinctively asked in a whisper: "How is your majesty's dragon body?"

Song Shen raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were sharp, and the two looked at each other.

a moment

"His Royal Highness King Daoqing appreciates you." Song Shen sighed and smiled, then murmured for a while, and whispered: "For our friendship, I risk my life to tell you, remember: Your Majesty is old, weak to the bone, and there is no time left." too much."

Rong Youtang gasped, his face was sullen, he didn't say a word for a long time, and suddenly became anxious.

After arranging the official affairs in Xizhou, at the beginning of November, the officials transferred from Beijing finally returned to the capital after three years of absence.

A group of people stopped at the gate of the tall and majestic capital city, and they all had infinite emotions.

"My lord, we are finally home!" Zhang Dong was elated, his brows brimming with joy.

Feeling timid due to being close to the countryside, Rong Youtang couldn't smile, full of apprehension, he led the crowd towards the city gate, and said loudly: "Let's go! Let's go into the city."