After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Master Song wanted to laugh at first, but when he sat down and wanted to hug him, he stretched out his hand to support him, and touched his back politely, then suddenly paused.

He smelled a faint smell of blood.

The half-dried blood stained on his fingertips suppressed the smile on his face.

Master Song hugged him into his arms to look behind him, and sure enough, he saw that the pure white clothes were stained with a large swath of blood, which seemed to be almost dry.

His face darkened, and without waiting for Song Shu to stop him, he opened his shirt with one hand.The white back is smooth and beautiful, and the curvature of the shoulder blades is just right.This would be a perfect ketone body if there were no scars and bruises from the shoulders to the waist.

Master Song was puzzled and said, "Where did you get injured?!"

No wonder he was pale and sweating, and his body temperature was abnormally low. It turned out that he had been injured a long time ago!

Song Shu and him had some scratches on the way down the cliff, and Master Song had more injuries than him, but they were all flesh wounds, not serious. When did this wound occur?

Song Shu felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to put down his clothes, but Master Song just grabbed his clothes and stared at him, Song Shu had no choice but to speak first: "When I was fighting with that assassin, he was thrown off the cliff by me, so he grabbed me The ankle dragged me down for a while... This wound was probably caused by rubbing against the cliff when I fell down."

Master Song and he fell into the water for only a short while. After falling into the water, all the blood stains on his body were washed away by the river. It's been four weeks, so that the wound is only now discovered.

The wound was originally not serious except for its large size, but after too long a delay and no treatment, it had already begun to scab and pus, and the wound had deteriorated.

Master Song figured it out, but his face was still not good-looking. He put down his clothes and got up and said, "I'll go find herbs for you."

"No need," Song Shu grabbed his fingers, the knuckles were cold, "they're all scabbed, it's nothing serious. I'm just a little cold."

Master Song probed his forehead, but he still didn't see any fever, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to say that he was just looking for herbs to come back soon, when he raised his eyes and said in a low voice, "Just hug me .”

Master Song: "..."

He took a deep breath, and finally sat down again in a compromise, planning to wait for him to cool down later, and then go out to find if there is any herbal medicine that can heal the wound.

Song Shu closed his eyes slightly, not looking at his bare chest, buried his head in his arms and said in a low voice: "...I really believe that you are not him now."

Master Song was interrupted, but he understood who this "he" was, and lowered his head and asked, "...why?"

Song Shu snorted and said, "If it was him... when we were alone in the room and I was still unconscious, I would definitely not do nothing."

He would never reveal such sincere concerns.

Master Song pursed his lips when he thought of the fact that he was tricked by the fake who seized the house.

When that bastard was in his body, he only wanted to sleep with Song Shu, and was determined to abduct him to bed, but fortunately, Song Shu never really lost his virginity.

If Song Master didn't wear it back, the development on the carriage should be that the fake was about to take off his clothes, Song Shu came to his senses and rejected his courtship.

The fake wanted to use force, but Song Shu's mind was confused but his body was still awake. In the end, although he was coaxed into a daze by his rhetoric and medicine, he resisted violently when the fake was about to take the opportunity to rob. Jing Xiu, who was driving the car, heard struggling After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't bear to stand by and watch, so he stopped Master Song.

After waking up, Secretary Song recalled that at that time, the counterfeit lied to him that he was affected by the properties of the medicine, so he failed to control it after expressing his intentions. Song Shuxin thought it was true, so he was tricked into being together.

When Master Song thought of this, he paused again.

Strictly speaking, no matter whether Song Shu was reborn or after rebirth, except for the time when he lost control in the carriage, he had some intimate contact with the body, but the fake name was like love, but he was jealous, and he had never kissed Song Shu, let alone Song Shu. Might go kiss him, so...

Just now in the water, Master Song breathed out for him, and actually snatched his first kiss.

Master Song coughed uncomfortably.

He changed the subject and said, "Then let's discuss something."

Song Shu lazily, with a hoarse voice: "Yes."

Master Song said: "Anyway, now that we both know each other's biggest secret, can we, um... be more frank and stop talking in that hypocritical tone?"

Song Shu: "You don't like it?"

Master Song deliberated and chose to tell the truth: "The main reason is that it's too fake, it sounds awkward."

"Then let me answer your question just now: no." Song Shu raised his eyes and slowly showed an innocent smile: "I want to."

Master Song: "..."

Song Shu seemed to be very happy to see his deflated expression: "Brother, why are you like this? Before you were 17, you obviously liked me talking to you like this."

Master Song: "...when I was young and ignorant."

The topic quickly changed back to the present, Master Song asked him: "Did you see that maid's face?"

Song Shu's memory is very good, if the maid is not from his house, Master Song may not remember, but Song Shu must know.

But Song Shu shook his head and said: "She ran too fast, I used a needle later, but I couldn't find any problem in the tea. But the tea fragrance is exactly the same as the medicine of Master Wu Min."

When he said this, he raised his wrist and looked at his left hand, and took off the bare needle sheath. The needle on it had been used to deal with the assassin when he was on the cliff, and there was an automatic firing mechanism on the needle sheath. Although it can be used again, it is also soaked.

Fortunately, his dagger was still tied around his waist and did not fall off.

Master Song took it and put it on a tree branch to roast, while wondering: "This is... the birthday gift I gave you earlier?"

The things he gave Song Shu before were all kinds of strange things, everything, but because Song Shu didn't like martial arts at the beginning, most of the gifts he gave were close-fitting weapons, which were extremely easy to use.

Song Shu nodded. His long hair was scattered, dripping water from the end of his hair. He rubbed against Master Song's arms, feeling a little itchy. Then Master Song stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder. Song Shu was talking, and raised his head when he noticed his movement. To see him:

"...Speaking of which, I haven't asked yet. I passed out when I fell off the cliff. How did you swim me ashore?"

Master Song coughed, but he didn't expect him to mention this again suddenly. When he looked down and saw the thin red lips, he thought that he had just said "only treat him as his own brother", so guilty and vague Said: "I used my internal force to dredge your Qi channels and pulled you up."

This is actually true.

He changed the subject calmly: "Just now you said that you couldn't figure out why the medicine that the servant girl gave was exactly the same as the secret medicine developed by Master Wumin alone - but I remembered that this medicine should be more than Wumin before us. The master alone knows."

Song Shu's attention was diverted, and his long eyelashes trembled: "Do you have doubts?"

Master Song said: "It's just a guess. From the people I've seen so far, the back of that maid looks a bit like..."

Song Shu understood immediately, and then said, "Miaohui?"

Master Song nodded. Seeing his sudden enlightenment and sullen expression, he could probably guess his mood, and smiled and said:

"Don't be sad, I just have better perception than ordinary people. When I got on the horse and set off, I noticed that someone was paying attention to me. Later, when I saw Miao Hui, I still felt that she looked familiar."

"When she stuffed the kit for me outside the side room, her skills were not bad, and she also knew that Master Wumin had this kind of medicine, and she was a direct disciple of Master Wumin, so it was easy to get it..."

Song Shu pursed his lips, his eyes were dark: "Why haven't you thought about it, what if Master Wu Mercy asked her to do this?"

Master Song paused.

Song Shu Youran said softly: "It's not impossible, after all, she poured me medicine as soon as she met me, and I have no grievances or enmities with her."

Master Song: "..."

Why is this kid so vengeful.

Master Song was a little dumbfounded: "Although I doubt Miao Hui, I'm just guessing. After all, her reaction when she saw you...is very natural." Like everyone when they saw Song Shu for the first time.

It means that she had never seen Song Shu before.

Song Shu shook his head, regained some strength, but was still too lazy to move: "I've never seen that maid's face, so could it be that she must have seen my face? Brother, you're taking things for granted."

He frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Besides, I'm also a little strange: when she saw us for the first time, she shouldn't have known us, but she directly told you who you are, and she didn't ask Jing Xiu, but asked about your identity." who I am……"

Master Song felt that what he said was reasonable, and couldn't help but tease him: "Maybe it's me who looks like a 'martial arts practitioner'?"

Song Shu: "You mean I look too weak?"

Master Song looked at his face turned sideways expressionlessly: "...No."

Can't afford it, can't afford it.

Master Song saw that he didn't intend to pursue it, so he continued: "Actually, I prefer that this matter has nothing to do with Wumin. I told you in the carriage that my master knew her. Since my master asked me to find her, Then I trust her character."

"And if she wants to do something to us, she doesn't have to ask Miaohui to give me the antidote in the wing room, just pour us both together..."

Song Shu interrupted him with a half-smile and said: "Jing Xiu is guarding outside. She can't explain what happened to her, and it will damage her reputation. Of course she won't be there to treat the two of us." Let's do it."

Master Song recalled Wu Min's calm and indifferent face, and remembered the softness and warmth on her face when she opened the window and quietly looked at Jing Xiu, and she didn't agree with this statement from the bottom of her heart: "Xiao Shu, don't treat everyone like this. Thinking so badly, there are still more good people in this world.”

Song Shu said expressionlessly: "I'm just stating the facts—and besides, the good people you're talking about include yourself?"

Master Song raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Of course, I've said it before, I'm not that fake."

Song Shu smiled: "You said you were the real Song Yuanqing, and then you read a book before wearing it back. This book magically recorded what I would experience next without you, so you will Know those memories of mine?"

Master Song's eyebrows twitched: "Yes."

Song Shu said leisurely: "Then tell me, what would I do if you didn't come back? Did these assassins find out who sent them?"

He hugged Master Song's waist with his cold hands. Master Song was afraid that he would get sick from the wind, so he pulled his hand off and held it in his palm to keep him warm, but his back was frozen stiff by the evening wind. Blinking slowly, thinking about it for a while: "There is no explanation in the book."

Song Shu: "Then what did it explain?"

"You succeeded in killing me." Master Song frowned, his face didn't change when he said this, but he hesitated when he said the last sentence, "Then..."

"Conspiracy to usurp the throne, ascend the throne and proclaim the emperor."