After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

With a soft "pop", Song Shu put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked at the burning incense that was clocking the time in the house.

It's time.

Song Shu washed his hands with clean water in the basin, took out his handkerchief and was about to wipe it off, when he suddenly paused.

This white handkerchief... the lower right corner is embroidered with the prototype of an ancient book, which means... a book?

But this is not his veil.

Before Master Song left, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and one of them forgot to return it and the other forgot to take it back. Song Shu put it in his arms and rested in the room for an afternoon to recover some energy. Knock on the door and wake up for dinner.

Before he had time to formulate a specific plan to deal with Master Song, he ended up...?

Why is "book" embroidered on his close-fitting handkerchief?

With deep affection?

Song Shu stared at the mark, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

He shook the handkerchief, stopped thinking about it, and wiped his hands calmly. He wanted to throw it away, but he was afraid that Master Song had put it here on purpose. When he asked later, it would be difficult if he lost it. up.

After thinking about it, he stuffed it back into his arms.

Zhang Wu came in to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, and quickly left again. Song Shu didn't like the noisy atmosphere in the dead of night. No matter in his previous life or now, he was used to reading a book before going to bed. The quiet environment would make him feel Comfort - Zhang Wu knows his habit, his bedroom is even merged with the study.

But today, Song Shu was not in the mood to read for the time being.

He walked back to the bed, took out the dagger from under the pillow, turned it around twice, and shook it in his hand.

He doesn't know martial arts. Although he is well-educated and talks about intrigues and tricks, Song Shu is confident that as long as he is not soft-hearted, he will never lose to Master Song. But in terms of martial arts, Master Song is absolutely crushing against him.

Song Qing also invited him a martial arts master. After all, as the son of King Jingkang, he is also a child of the royal family. Members of the royal family have to cultivate both civil and martial arts since childhood. , I don't know anything about martial arts. Master Song also said that he would protect him, so he didn't have to learn martial arts.

So he later took the initiative to mention it to King Jingkang, saying that he wanted to take the imperial examination to become an official in the court, and he was not interested in learning martial arts.

Song Shu regretted it very much. Even if he was not suitable for martial arts, he should have learned some simple self-defense techniques, so that when he died, he could just stand there and watch the arrows shoot towards him, trying to hide but being unable to dodge.

He is seventeen now, and it is too late to practice martial arts at this age.

Song Shu thought this way, feeling a little regretful.

He glanced left and right, caught a glimpse of a rusty red pillar behind the bead curtain, and recalled the skills that Master Song had shown in front of him, the posture should be...

He shook his head, remembering that Master Song still treated him sincerely at that time, that is, in this short moment of stupefaction, the dagger in his hand flew out with his backhand, and the sharp blade pierced the void. With a "bang" sound, he turned a corner in the air——

fell to the ground.

Like an old man who suddenly withered halfway through, and changed from young and strong to hunched over in an instant.

Song Shu: "..."

Master Song who had just arrived outside the door had a whim and hid by the window: "..."

Sure enough, as expected, it's so wasteful.

Song Shu didn't realize that this embarrassing scene was captured by Master Song. He looked around, and when his eyes fell on the window, Master Song automatically squatted down to avoid his sight, and waited to hear him pacing towards the direction of the dagger. When leaving, Song Shicai turned around and looked over.

Song Shu bent down to pick up the dagger, and rubbed his thumb against the rough but very agile kitten prototype on the handle. He remembered that Master Song was only 15 years old when he gave this dagger to him. He was able to enter the palace at the beginning of his martial arts. Nor were the hidden guards aware of it.

It is said that he made it with his own hands from the materials he found. Who would have known that the young man who was exercising a dagger at that time would have scars on his hands, and his smile was sunny, and his body was covered with gloom. But insanely jealous.Even in order to prevent him from learning martial arts, he would say "I will protect you, you don't need to learn" in a pretentious manner, which seems to be for his own good, but in fact, he is afraid that he will be more difficult to deal with if he learns martial arts.

Song Shu knew he couldn't think about it.

As soon as he thought of the former Master Song, he couldn't stop feeling sad.

He was afraid of being soft-hearted.

He really had... regarded him as his own brother.

Song Shu closed his eyes, caught off guard and raised the dagger and stabbed it at the pillar in front of him.

A fine line appeared on the rust-red shaft.

Song Shu's strength is not small, not comparable to Song Master, but it is not bad for ordinary men, such a hard column made him break out a fine line, which is already very good.

Song Shu knew that he wouldn't break the pillar and make the house collapse, but he didn't continue to pierce. awkward circle.

Put two circles in the middle.

Next, draw an ugly arc in the downward position of the circle.

Then there is the body and limbs drawn with a single line.

Finally, Song Shu engraved two words on the side bit by bit: Master Song.

Master Song: "?" What the hell?

Song Shu withdrew his dagger, glanced at the four-faced stick figure, probably thought it was funny, and couldn't help laughing twice.

Master Song: "..." Why, could it be that this is a white guy who is making a fool of himself for painting portraits here?

As a result, the next moment, Song Shu restrained his smile, shook his sore wrist, raised his hand and slammed it on the pillar again——

Another longer crack.

The villain's round, distorted face was split in half from the middle.

The scene is very bloody and the action is too calm.

Master Song: "!"

He cracked.

He's really cracked.

How is this horse riding white? It is clearly written with the word "blackening" from the beginning to the end! ! !

Master Song's scalp was numb.

He looked at Song Shu at this moment, with extreme indifference on his face, but the movements in his hands became more ruthless every time. The resentment visible to the naked eye followed the dagger piercing through the villain's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, but Master Song felt this The knife is more like piercing his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

He was just guessing before, but now facing such a scene, he can't deceive himself anymore - if this is the white one, why stab him?Is it fun?

This is a true, veritable, villain.

Song Shu silently said over and over again: Scumbag.

A knife.

rhetoric.

Two knives.

Lied to my feelings.

Three knives.

Coax me into bed/bed, though unsuccessfully.

Four knives.

Also killed me.

Five knives.

……

The more Song Shu thought about it, the more he felt that it was too much, and he couldn't help controlling his strength. The sound of scratching and rustling made Zhang Wu, who was on guard at the door, knock on the door, but he didn't dare to kick the door in like he did during the day, and asked cautiously, "My lord? Are you here?" ..."

Song Shu stopped when he heard the knock on the door, adjusted his breathing, and said calmly: "It's nothing."

Zhang Wu didn't dare to disturb him anymore.

Master Song was listening to the movement in his ear, when Song Shu stood there for two seconds, suddenly turned around and looked in his direction.

Master Song reflexively squatted down.

Then: "..." No, why is he guilty?

However, Song Shu obviously sensed his gaze for some reason, and shouted, "Who's there?!"

Originally, the hidden guards, who had been deliberately blocked by Song Master's internal force to shield a little of their five senses, came back to their senses. Before they could move, Song Master thought "It's over" in his heart, and heard the hurried footsteps stop, followed by the sound of "clang" pushing the window , when he looked up, he happened to meet Song Shu's eyes.

Master Song: "..."

Song Shu: "..."

Ping Feng, the leader of the dark guards sent by Song Qing, just arrived: "Second Young Master——"

Song Shutou waved his hand without raising his hand, signaling the hidden guard to step back.

He hadn't had time to take back the hostility and sternness all over his body just now, but smiling at Master Song in this situation was not quite right, so the expression on his face changed several times, and finally fixed on surprise: "...Brother? "

Master Song coughed twice. In the biting cold wind, he chose to pretend that he didn't see the scene where he just stabbed the villain, and took out another stove from his arms: "...Do you want it?"

The two looked at each other for a long while, and finally Song Shu put away the dagger pointed at him, took the stove in silence, and didn't know what expression to put on, but turned sideways to let him in first.

However, after doing this, he realized that something was wrong—the little figure he drew was still on the pillar.

... and was stabbed badly by his dagger.

Song Shu turned around and left, before he had time to destroy the corpse, he didn't even dare to glance at the pillar, he leaned against the pillar holding the stove Master Song gave him, and watched Master Song come in through the window, his body tensed some:

"My brother came to me so late... What's the matter?"

Master Song, who was caught on the spot, fell to the ground, straightened his collar, smashed his cans, and replied shamelessly: "Didn't you say that you want me to accompany you today? Jingxiu sneezes too loudly, so I'll come to you." See if you slept or not, just arrived."

Song Shu was suspicious: the window was half-closed just now, and it was facing the direction of this pillar. Although he might not be able to see what he drew, his writing could be seen from this angle.

If Master Song had arrived early, he should have seen the whole process of drawing and making villains...

Song Shu prefers to believe that Master Song has just arrived.

He is sensitive to sight, but a person who practiced martial arts well enough can get rid of the five senses, and can achieve "soundless breathing" and "soundless stepping". He really doesn't know if Master Song has lied to him.

And the fact is that the reason why Master Song exposed his sight was because of his disordered mind, and he had just penetrated into this body, and he was not proficient in controlling the internal force, which allowed Song Shu to take advantage of the loophole.

Master Song saw that he was leaning against the pillar, his body line was slightly tense, and the curve of his waist drawn by the moon-white robe was thin and tight. Under the candlelight, his whole body looked like a beautiful cat with its body bowed and its eyes full of defense. Teasing her mind, she deliberately asked, "What are you doing there? Isn't it cold?"

Song Shu: "...it's nothing, let's cool down."

Master Song asked in surprise, "Cool down?"

Song Shu wrote lightly: "It's a little hot this afternoon, but it hasn't cooled down yet. The pillars are cold. It's just right to cool down."

Song Shixin said you were just talking nonsense, but there was genuine concern on his face: "Fever again? Is it because you are too tired during the day? Let brother see—"

He stepped forward, stretched out his hand to cover Song Shu's fair and full forehead, looked at the pair of peach blossom eyes under his palm to avoid his gaze, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and told about the master's nervousness, he smiled silently, but his mouth was Pure doubt: "Hey, it's not hot, it's the same this afternoon, is my body temperature too low?"

Song Shu was distracted to guard against him suddenly pulling himself away to check the things behind him, and at the same time pretending to act with him. His sudden approach really surprised him, but Song Shu was the calmest person, and he found it in a moment The way to deal with it.

When he raised his eyes, he had returned to the pitiful look that Master Song was more familiar with. With mist in his eyes, he said softly, "I heard that it is more accurate to test the temperature with your lips... Brother, how about using Lips?"