After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

The characters in Song Shu were chosen for him by his biological mother when he was born.

The general meaning of this sentence is, I want you to protect my son, but if he is willing in the future, if the Song family is in trouble, you can also tell him his life experience, let him reveal his royal status at the right time, and assist him to overthrow the imperial power Ascend the throne and proclaim the emperor, and revitalize the Song family.

Concubine Fang is an extremely smart woman. Her words gave Song Qing a hope, a hope that he could find another way out.

As she expected, the Fang family was destroyed after a few years. After her death, Song Qing realized the emperor's ruthlessness. He began to consider whether the method Fang Fu said was feasible, and came to the conclusion that whoever was underage I don't know what Song Shu will look like.

In order not to arouse the emperor's fear, Song Qing only had one child, Song Shi, in this generation. Whether Song Shi can succeed and assist Song Shu to ascend the throne is also a question.

Song Qing thought about it for a long time, hesitated several times, and finally decided to send Master Song away first, and tell him all this when he has the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and let him decide whether to implement this plan.

Concubine Fang also gave him a token at the time, telling him that if he had other difficulties and needed help, he could also go to monk Lingxiang for help, so Song Qing invited monk Lingxiang, and after discussing with her, he confessed these things and did it together play.

Brother Lingxiang said that he was passing by the capital, and he figured out that the eldest son of King Jingkang's mansion had a relationship with her as a teacher and apprentice, and wanted to take him to travel around with him, but King Jingkang refused to let his only son go, and the two stayed behind closed doors. After talking in the study for half an afternoon, King Jingkang let go with a long sigh.

Hearing this, Master Song couldn't help but interrupt and asked: "Noble Concubine Fang...do you have friendship with my master?"

"I don't know," King Jingkang shook his head, "The imperial concubine was a famous beauty in the world when she was young. Many heroes and knights came here to have a look at her beauty. Your master Lingxiang was still unknown at that time. It was later that the late emperor passed away. Now that the Holy Majesty has succeeded to the throne, monk Lingxiang has gradually emerged, and I don't know what kind of friendship they had in the past."

"But your master knows a lot about imperial concubines, and she gained my trust by virtue of this."

After Master Song left, in order to divert the emperor's attention from his only son, King Jingkang began to love Song Shu very much, as if he had entrusted all his father's love to this adopted son, and even invited a famous teacher to teach him carefully , and cultivated him into a well-known talent.

His high-profile doting on Song Shu inevitably attracted the attention of the emperor. The emperor would naturally think deeply about what is so special about this adopted son. Could it be that King Jingkang wanted this adopted son to be his successor after not being crowned heir for so many years?

Although Song Shu liked to be quiet since he was a child, King Jingkang rarely let him go out on purpose, but Jin Yiwei is all over the capital, so it is easy for the emperor to check a person.

He naturally noticed Song Shu's face, but the emperor was not a dedicated person, and he couldn't remember whether the noble concubine who died in the cold palace more than ten years ago looked like him. After she hanged herself, all the things about her in the palace were removed from the emperor's presence. It was also a coincidence that Song Shu was so blatantly under his nose for more than ten years, and she was still safe and sound.

When talking about this, Master Song paused. He remembered that he rubbed his thumb joints. After a long silence, he still chose to ask in a deep voice:

"Father, are you... are you using Xiaoshu as my shield? Then all these years, your so-called love for him is actually to push him in front of me to attract the attention of the Holy Majesty... It's all a play on the spot?"

King Jingkang said, "Ah Chang, are you feeling sorry for Ziyu?"

At that time, Master Song avoided answering, saying in his heart that it was not really distressing, but just felt...unbelievable.

It turns out that "love" can really be fake.

The scary thing is that in the eyes of others, you really love him.

King Jingkang sat behind the desk, raised his eyes because of his words, stared at him quietly for a long time, and then sighed softly. The exhaustion that no one tells. "...Ah Chang."

"You're still too soft-hearted. It won't make a big deal like this."

King Jingkang said: "Ziyu is the first move I set for you. If you want to advance, he will be your sharp blade. If you want to retreat, he will be your eternal shield."

"Those who achieve great things don't care about small details. If you want to be rich and prosperous, you are doomed to give up some things."

"Ziyu may treat you sincerely now, but if Yu will sit on the dragon chair in the future," King Jingkang said, his voice lowered a bit, showing more vicissitudes. "Can you still guarantee that you can confide in him?"

"Jun and minister, this is a watershed."

"Since you may go to a stranger in the future, it's better not to invest too much emotion in the first place."

"But," Master Song slowly raised his head and said, "At least for now, Xiaoshu really respects and loves you."

"Have you never thought about what the Song family will do if his identity is revealed?"

King Jingkang looked at him, and slowly replied: "I have never been afraid of death, nor am I afraid of being scolded by thousands of people. If Xiaoshu hates me for treating him as a pawn, I will admit it...but I can't accept you being my friend." drag."

Master Song understood.

It turns out that the so-called love is all just acting, and it turns out that the one who is left out is the one who is favored.

It's a pity that the counterfeit didn't react at all when he heard these things, he didn't delve into these issues, and King Jingkang didn't take the initiative to mention the deep meaning, so the counterfeit didn't figure out the joint, but became more and more jealous of Song Shu's good background——

He's a true son of royalty.

"I admit that what you said makes sense." Master Song took the letter, but he couldn't show any expression of condemnation. He was the one who was favored. He has no right to hate Song Qing for Song Shu here, "but I can't agree."

His thoughts returned, and Song Shu's face became clear again. He sat up again, and leaned back on the dry stone wall. He had just put on his coat, and the clothes were still half dry.He lowered his head to tie the long belt around his waist, his fingers were wrapped around the white belt, and his joints were slender and beautiful.

He was listening to Master Song talking about why monk Lingxiang took him out of the mansion. Master Song didn't continue to talk about it after that, but said, "I'll find you the letter when I go back."

Song Shu guessed what was going on later, his tone was half mocking and half indifferent, ignoring his purpose of changing the subject: "If you refuse to come back, the Song family will be destroyed, and the royal father intends to let you live well, and then pull me to die together?"

He said this bluntly, which can already be regarded as a bit resentful.

From Master Song's perspective, he could see his drooping eyelids and slender eyelashes, and the corners of his lips were indifferent, but the firelight reflected on his face, making his facial features plump and moist.

Master Song stared at the blue hair on his shoulders for two seconds, then looked away: "...I won't let you die."

Song Shu paused after hearing the words, and tilted his head slightly: "You are back, and you chose the second path that your father gave you. So you won't let me die?"

"No." Master Song shook his head in denial, "I didn't want you to die, so I chose the second path."

Unexpectedly, Song Shu was stunned when he heard his words like this, and then he curled his lips into a sullen smile: "Do you know that what you say is fake? It's especially like..."

He pursed his lips, and there was still a hint of a smile on the corner of his lips, but he didn't continue talking.

"like what?"

Knowing what he meant, Master Song agreed to the plan he had discussed with King Jingkang, the tip of his eyebrows twitched, he picked up a branch from the side, and said:

"It seems like you are trying to seduce you with sweet words? You think too much, I'm just telling the truth. When it comes to seduction, I'm not as beautiful as you. Speaking of it——"

Master Song leaned over, picked Song Shu's chin with a wooden branch in his hand, looked at him carefully, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You look much better than me, how can you fall in love with that impostor so foolishly, besides having With my face, I can't even compare to my temperament... What do you like about him?"

Song Shushu raised his hand expressionlessly to knock down the wooden branch, and said coldly, "Body."

"..." The corner of Master Song's mouth twitched, and he didn't insist on picking his chin again, "Isn't that also mine?"

Song Shu looked at him silently, moved his lips, and said in a low voice, "I don't like him."

Master Song was surprised: "Don't like it? Then... you agreed to be with him. It's really the same as what was said in the book, just because you were deceived?"

Song Shu said suddenly: "Song Yuanqing."

Master Song was suddenly called by his name and surname, and he was taken aback: "Huh?"

"I believe that what you said is honest, but it doesn't mean that I believe what you said is true. There is a difference between the two. If you are really wearing a book, why is there no record in the book that you will wear it back? This only It can prove that this world is not a book."

"Also—" Song Shu stared at him, paused each word, and said indifferently, "You are reading a book, but I am alone."

Don't use the emotions in the book to speculate on the real me.

Master Song was silent for a while, and he caught a glimpse of the flame jumping out of the corner of his eye. He whispered in the silent sizzle, "I'm sorry."

Ever since he crossed over, the self-substituting vision has always been God's vision. He knows everything Song Shu has experienced and can predict what will happen in Song Shu's future. He has always regarded himself as an outsider involuntarily.

Even after knowing that he was the original owner, he unconsciously always looked at the characters here with the perception that "this world is a book".

But they are not paper people that can be summed up in a few sentences in the book. They have their own lives, and everyone is the protagonist in their own lives, fresh and vivid.

Maybe it's time for him to reflect on his positioning.

Song Shu looked at him quietly for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more, but seeing that Master Song didn't turn his head, he finally half-closed his eyes and didn't speak any more.

He actually wanted to say: I really don't like him.

I just trust him.

I always thought he was you, brother.

The golden afterglow at the edge of the sky dissipated, and the narrow cave had been silent for a long time. Master Song lit the fire one after another, leaning against the stone wall and thinking about his thoughts.

He and Song Shu are both long-armed and long-legged people, and they can barely squeeze in the cave when they are close together. Once they are separated, they squeeze against the wall for a long time, and their limbs are a little sore.Just as Song Shi was about to speak, his shoulders suddenly sank.

The words he had poured into his throat got stuck halfway, and he swallowed them abruptly. He turned his head and saw that all the light in the cave had disappeared, and only the dim yellow fire was still dancing in the darkness. Song Shu tilted his head against him On the shoulders, the expression is not stable/stable.

Master Song understood that it was getting dark, the temperature in the field dropped, the air smelled of condensed frost and dew mixed with the smell of wet grass, and the wind at the entrance of the cave was getting stronger and stronger. Well, it's nothing serious, but Song Shu's lips, which had regained some blood color, turned pale again.

Master Song remembered the injury on his back, remembered that he was still going out to look for herbs just now, and secretly regretted that he had forgotten so quickly, and reached out to touch Song Shu's forehead again, but unexpectedly, Song Shu's body temperature rose.

At first, he fought wits with him, and then wrestled with others. After falling off the cliff, Er Yuetian soaked in cold water for a long time, and his spirit was tense for a day. The injuries and illnesses piled up together. After a delay of nearly an hour, he finally broke out up.