After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Master Song was a little stiff, but after a stressful psychological battle with the old emperor, his ability to accept seemed to have become a little higher, and he recovered quickly, seamlessly switching to the character of a gentle and caring brother , nodded with a smile: "Little Book."

The two looked at each other, it was really a warm scene of brothers and sisters respecting each other, but the smiles on their faces were more sincere and kinder than the other, and their hearts were more indifferent than anyone else:

Really good at pretending.

His father was also sitting beside him, watching this scene with a smile, and only after Master Song turned around to say hello to him, he teased, "You two, your father is still here, and when you see each other, you throw me aside. went?"

Master Song smiled without saying a word, and handed the stove in his arms to Butler Mo who was standing by.

King Jingkang also just casually said that the relationship between the two of them is what he would most like to see, and quickly changed the subject: "Ah Chang, you just left the palace and entered the palace in a hurry, haven't you had breakfast? Come and sit down. chat."

Master Song: "..." I can thank you, you are really a dear father.

He slowly glanced at the position Song Qing pointed out to him - this is a round wooden table with about four seats, the area is not big, King Jingkang is on the left of Song Shu, and now he is pointing to the position on the right of Song Shu .

Song Shuzheng watched his reaction squarely.

To sit or not to sit, that is the question.

Song Shu is very smart, he has already become suspicious, hesitating at this time is to catch people.

He has no choice.

Master Song resolutely chose to sit.

He walked over with his usual expression, and sat down beside Song Shu, noticing that Song Shu's eyes were turned away, he breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

King Jingkang didn't notice so much, he was probably waiting for him to come back for breakfast. He had already prepared three sets of bowls and chopsticks. When Master Song picked up the chopsticks, he suddenly thought of a question:

Prince Jingkang's mansion is sparsely populated and there are not so many rules. Song Shu has never come here so early in the morning to greet Song Qing for dinner.

The blackened version of Song Shu in the original book knew what happened to him in the palace long ago, and didn't come over.

So...he came to squat himself.

What does he want to know?

Are you really suspicious?

After taking a few mouthfuls of food, King Jingkang waited for him to recover and asked, "Ah Chang, why did His Majesty send someone to invite you into the palace? Did you say anything to you?"

Before Song Shu, King Jingkang never discussed government affairs in front of Song Shu. Deliberately guard against something.

Master Song looked up at him in surprise, seeing Song Shu fiddled with the chopsticks in a bored manner with lowered eyebrows, and smiled lightly, with no intention of avoiding it.

"Your Majesty wants me to be the Commander of the Guarding Battalion."

The smile on King Jingkang's face froze immediately: "What did you say?"

Master Song glanced at Song Shu's reaction again, "The process is a bit complicated. All in all, I acted too carelessly in front of him. He probably fears me now and sent me to the city guard camp."

"You know it's dismissal!" King Jingkang was startled and angry, and he slapped the chopsticks on the table for a long time, causing the table to shake violently, "How could you accept it so easily? He let you enter the palace, just Give you a moat camp where you can't beat a fart with ten sticks?"

"It's not easy to agree," Song Master raised his hand to signal his father to calm down, pulled out the bright yellow imperial edict from his sleeve, and threw it in front of his father, "Yellow paper and black letters, your son can't agree to it. He Don't give me a chance to say no."

King Jingkang looked at the imperial decree, snatched it for a while, and crumpled it into a ball in his hand, like a ball suddenly deflated, and couldn't help but continued: "Where is the city guard camp? Can you go there? You are young, His Majesty wants you to be the third-rank commander of the city guard battalion, this is not an honor, it is sending you to a dead end!"

King Jingkang gritted his teeth: "Father originally planned to find some old friends to stuff you into Jinyiwei in a few days. Even if you start from a hundred households, it's good. With your skills, you will have father to support you. You won't be able to get any position in the future." ? This is also a good opportunity for you to get acquainted with the capital."

"It just so happens that he moved so fast and sent the moat battalion to you so easily, you became a live target at the forefront of Beijing..." King Jingkang sighed, "You can't get anything from this position. , only the name of a commander makes people jealous, but it's really..."

"There's nothing you can't get."

King Jingkang paused: "Huh?"

Master Song saw that Song Shu raised his eyes, so he looked away at King Jingkang, raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes brightened: "At least the salary is very good."

King Jingkang: "..."

Song Shu bent his eyes for a moment, then quickly closed his eyes and lowered his head to continue eating.

Obviously, as in memory, Master Song is still going to be the commander of the city guard battalion, but there is something wrong in every place, if you insist on asking what is wrong, then there is something wrong.

The "Master Song" in the previous life in the memory did not have this kind of bearing.

Although it is not bad, but compared with the person in front of him now, it is one in the sky and the other in the earth. He even feels that the Master Song in his memory cannot match this face at all. Only the current temperament can be perfectly integrated. A strange sense of incongruity.

Like a counterfeit replacing the original.

And the current Master Song, although he is different from the past few years, but the feeling in him makes Song Shu feel safe, as if the mischievous but omnipotent elder brother from childhood has returned.

Even though there was still a layer of false concern embedded in the eyes looking at him, the eyes were no longer jealousy and resentment, but endless peace and calm.

Song Shu lowered his eyes, listening to the conversation between the father and son, suddenly had a bold idea.

He glanced at Master Song.

...he needs to experiment with his ideas.

"elder brother."

Master Song paused, quickly stopped speaking, and turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"

He was mentioning to King Jingkang that he wanted to move out of the city, and the reason he gave was that "it is inconvenient to go back and forth outside the city every day where he works." Spinning continuously, the brain keeps running at high speed all the time, it is really unbearable.

When the director was filming every day, he did not feel tired after filming for 24 hours without waiting.

He will be free when he leaves the city, and if the eminent monks in Tianguang Temple are useless, he can still spare time to find other people, so don't worry too much.

King Jingkang was so angry and helpless that he was enjoying it. He probably knew that he had other plans, but it was not convenient to say it in front of Song Shu, so he held back for a long time before he could say: "Don't think about making progress! A little salary I bought you!"

Master Song replied: "Father, please put away your cage containing crickets and talk to me with the words 'Don't think about making progress'."

King Jingkang: "..."

Originally he was really angry, but after recovering, he was fake, and now he is really angry again.

Why does his son owe him so much!

Song Shu: "I want to live out of the city with my brother."

King Jingkang: "..."

Master Song: "..."

Song Shu put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and smiled warmly: "The imperial examination will be in two months. I want to concentrate on studying. The environment outside the city is good, and..."

He glanced at Master Song "affectionately", and said in a shy voice, "I want to be with my brother."

Master Song was made uncomfortable by his stare, and was struck by his words "together": This is unnecessary.

Song Shu didn't wait for him to refute, and continued in a gentle voice: "My brother is very good at martial arts, I also want to ask my brother to teach me some kung fu, it is more convenient to live together."

King Jingkang was stunned: "It's fine. There is a house in the mansion just outside the city, not far from the school grounds of the guard camp. You can live there at any time. You follow, your brother also has a companion."

Master Song agreed after listening to him in a few words: "..." Dad, have you ever asked my opinion?

In fact, King Jingkang couldn't be blamed for this. He thought that the two brothers hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they still had such a good relationship.

Song Shu took the initiative to mention it, but it saved him the trouble of wasting words.

After breakfast, Master Song got up to leave, but King Jingkang stopped him and motioned him to tell Song Shu as soon as possible.

They don't have much time left.

Song Shu was waiting outside under the eaves, with his back facing the direction of the hall, his eyebrows slightly lowered, holding the small heater that Master Song gave him in his arms, and Zhang Wu was standing behind him, talking to him happily. What.

Hearing the sound of the door, Song Shu turned to look at him.

At this moment, Master Song seemed to understand the reason why this person became a heartthrob.

The sky in spring is not comparable to the color in his brows and eyes.

As long as he is willing, the joy and tenderness in his expression can drown people in an instant.

Master Song dragged on for a few days. On the day when he left the capital, it was snowing in the capital, and there were only a few pedestrians on the streets covered in silver. There was a feeling in my heart that "this trip is only a few days, and I will go back again".

He recalled the experience of the past two days.

Ever since Song Shu fooled King Jingkang into agreeing to let him leave the capital with the reason of "wanting to learn martial arts", Master Song originally held the idea that "he will find a way to go back as soon as possible after leaving the capital". Try not to get in touch with him as much as possible, but as a result, the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot high. Song Master, who had been staying in the house all day, bumped into Song Shu, who was waiting for a rabbit, when he went out to go to the toilet.

"..."

Master Song looked at Song Shu who suddenly came out from behind the rockery and smiled softly and harmlessly: "Why are you here?"

"Brother is hiding from me?" Song Shu frowned slightly. He didn't bring Zhang Wu over. He came out from behind the rockery and stood in front of Master Song. The distance was very close, and Master Song was tall. Look squarely at Master Song's face.

Master Song could even clearly see the slightly trembling arcs on his eyelashes.

"I asked Xiaowu to find my brother. The guard said that you are a little tired and have to sleep all day. I also want to learn the basic skills of martial arts from my brother..."

He lowered his eyes in disappointment, and gathered the fox fur on his body, as if waiting a bit impatiently in the cold wind, the color of his lips was faintly pale: "At first, I wanted to wait outside in my brother's yard, in case my brother woke up and went out." Woolen cloth?"

"You really woke up."

Song Shu's eyebrows and eyes were bent, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes, filled with a bright galaxy.However, this light was only for a short moment, and his expression quickly dimmed.

"If my brother is too tired... I don't need to be so anxious. I haven't seen my brother for a long time. It's hard to come back once. I want... I want to see my brother more."

He bit his lip, and his tone was full of loneliness that could not be concealed, as if he was suppressing disappointment: "I, I will go back soon."