After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Song Shu has the same absolute vigilance as himself, which makes Master Song very gratified: the cabbage in his family cannot be taken away by wild boars in other people's homes, and Luo Wenfang is an unrequited love again, which is useless.

He looked down at the ointment in Song Shu's hand, and asked, "Do you want to apply the ointment?"

Song Shu just wiped his face and hands by himself, and now he is applying the ointment to the wound on his wrist. He has a calm complexion and fair complexion. If his lips are not still dry, Master Song would sometimes forget that he is still running a fever— —Although it has been burned for so long, there is a high probability that it will come down.

Thinking of this, Master Song stretched out his hand and said, "You can't wipe your back, let me help you."

Song Shu paused: "No need."

"You won't be shy, will you?" Master Song raised his eyebrows, "They're all big men, what are you afraid of. I'm still your brother."

Song Shu was rubbing the medicine with his right hand, but before his left hand could react, he snatched the box in his hand, looked up following the shadow in front of him, Master Song stood in front of him, threw the lid on the table next to him, and looked condescendingly at the box. The bed raised his chin: "Turn around."

Song Shu pursed his lips and pulled down the sleeve on his wrist: "...I can do it myself."

Master Song didn't quite understand what he was insisting on doing. He tilted his head, put his foot on the edge of the bed, leaned over and said in a low voice, "What are you doing? Do you want me to help you undress? Hmm...not no Can--"

After he finished speaking, before he put his hand on Song Shu's shoulder, Song Shu had already lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and began to take off his clothes: "...no need."

It's nothing shameful, and it's not that I didn't let him see it.

Song Shu turned around and took off his coat, tied his hair up, the arc of his arms was long and beautiful, Master Song didn't feel much about his figure when he saw it in the cave, but now when he looked at it again under the light, he felt very delicate because of his movements .

Song Shu didn't realize it, he unbuttoned the buttons he had just untied when he showed the imperial doctor, his light white fingertips ran down the belt, and the clothes slid off his white shoulders, revealing his deep back and smooth and slender waist , Butterfly bones made his back look extremely thin, and there was an indescribably fragile beauty.

If it weren't for the huge scar, this beauty would be even more thrilling.

He sat with his back facing Master Song. Master Song saw that the wound on his back still had some pus that hadn't been cleaned up, so he simply brought a basin of clean hot water over, wiped his back first, then washed his hands and applied medicine to him.

During the whole process, Song Shu's limbs were stiff, but Master Song was wiping him while talking in his ear, and the sound of breathing was blowing in his ear:

"I heard some voices when I went out. Because it was a person, I didn't take you with me. Although the so-called guard who brought her out was indeed there, and indeed disappeared, I did not see it. to him."

"Your sister Luo Jiao jumped into the water by herself."

Song Shu paused because of the title "your sister", and then pushed him away without changing his expression, "...can you stop talking in people's ears all the time?"

Martial arts practitioners are sensitive to five senses. They don't talk like this. The guards outside the tent can easily hear what they are saying. Master Song didn't see any paper and pen in the tent, so he raised an eyebrow and said, "Why? Otherwise, what should I do? ?”

It was a little difficult for him to stand and bend over, and he straightened up after saying this.

Song Shu caught a glimpse of his movement, fell silent for a moment under his puzzled eyes, then turned around, lay down on the bed, left his back to him, and motioned for him to come over.

Master Song sat down beside the bed, and he patted his arm again.

He raised his hand.

Song Shu turned his palm over and wrote stroke by stroke with one hand on his palm.

Master Song blinked, and could distinguish the outline of the strokes—what he wrote was: Itch.

One action, one word, answered his two questions.

Master Song only felt numbness in the palm of his hand, as if he had crawled through a few rows of ants, like scratching his boots, which made him feel uncomfortable for some reason. How much better?

Song Shu held his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, Master Song had no choice but to stay still.

Song Shu continued to write.

Afraid that he wouldn't understand, the movement was extremely slow:

I will not ask her for now, I will ask Luo Fangwen.You tell me first, is he credible in the future you see?What did you do?Why are you so wary of him today?

After writing these words, Song Shu looked up at him, his hand was still on his palm, and the temperature of his fingertips felt warm to the touch.

Luo Fang had someone put out a new set of clothes for them, and Song Shu's ones were placed by the bedside.And Master Song had just washed his face, and took off Luo Fang's clothes by the way, and threw them aside.

He blinked again, flipped his hand over to grab Song Shu's hand and spread it out, imitating him and writing stroke by stroke:

Didn't you say that what I read is a book, and you are a person, different from the paper man in the book, why ask me to prove this?

Could it be that you are so defensive just because of my attitude?

This sentence was a bit long, so Song Shu waited patiently.

He found that Master Song's hands were wider than his, perhaps due to years of martial arts practice, a layer of calluses had grown on the tiger's mouth.Unlike his hands, it looks like a pampered son.

But his hands were not rough, but even the curved knuckles were full of tension.

When Song Shu realized what he had written, he lowered his eyes and replied slowly: Occasionally, you can still verify it.A ready-made predictor can save a lot of trouble.

No need to be white.

Master Song: "..." You really make the best use of everything.

He paused, then wrote: He didn't do anything, just...

Song Shu saw him stop still suddenly, his eyes were puzzled, and there were four words in the eyes that turned his head: just what?

Song Master continued to draw: I said earlier that after you killed me, you conspired to usurp the throne, ascended the throne and proclaimed yourself emperor.Do you know why the whole process can be so smooth?

Song Shu had a guess in his mind.

Master Song looked at him quietly, and finally wrote in his Gujing Wubo's eyes: He asked his biological mother Concubine Shu to prove the identity of the prince for you.He also bribed the commander of Jinyiwei, and he collected half of the Tiger Talisman and delivered it to you.

Then I put you on the throne with my own hands.

Song Shu was silent and wrote: Why?He has no conditions?Help me like this?

Master Song looked at him like a fool: Naturally it is impossible.

The day before you ascended the throne, he held the other half of the military talisman, expressing that he wanted to be with you and rule together as two emperors.

Going back to this point in time, Song Shu’s weaknesses have disappeared, his weaknesses were destroyed by him, and since then that gentle appearance has become a phantom in the memory of others, and all his weaknesses have been buried in the ruins by himself, leaving behind The appearance to the world is only the ultimate calm.

Luo Fang knows that it is unrealistic for him to marry him. This is a lone wolf. He will not allow himself to be a useless and mediocre "queen" who can only stay in the harem for the rest of his life, and he does not love Song Shu. Abandoning the dignity of a man to be this "Queen", similarly, he is not willing to be a minister.

He knelt down for his stupid father for more than ten years, and in the next few decades, he didn't want to kneel down to anyone again.

It is said to be a request, but it is actually coercion.

However, his words were sincere and sincere, and he always put the initiative in Song Shu's hands throughout the whole process, acting like a modest gentleman, but Song Shu was not fooled. He bluntly said that if Luo Fang wanted to be emperor, he could give up this position.But it's impossible to put him and Luo together.

Luo Fang then left in silence, and died in the mansion half a month later.

Master Song has always felt that this ending is very unreasonable. Although Luo Fang has always acted as a gentleman, he is also an ambitious person. Will he just give up the throne like this?

But maybe the author broke down in the later stage of writing, not only did some other doubts not be filled in, but also did not explain the hidden secrets of Luo Fang's death, and it ended like this.

And as Song Shu said, this is a real world after all, and there are many deviations from the book, and many things that are not mentioned in the book may be reasonably explained here.

They just don't know it now.

Master Song mentioned the co-government of the two emperors, and Song Shu thought of a well-known allusion in the previous dynasty, which was the origin of the "co-rule of the two emperors".

Hundreds of years ago, it was a troubled time, with six countries contending and a hundred schools of thought contending. Bai, the prince of Chu State, and Prince Yan, met each other in troubled times.

After the King of Chu collapsed, Prince Bai ascended to power and attacked the other four kingdoms, but only Yan was spared. Yan was in turmoil, and Prince took advantage of the chaos to take power, and fought with Prince Bai. They were evenly matched, and each conquered half of the Central Plains.

According to historical records, after the Battle of the Gobi, both Yan and Chu suffered losses. One month later, the King of Chu sent He Shibi to the Kingdom of Yan, and the envoys asked to see the King of Yan. One is the emperor, the other is the emperor, and the two emperors rule the world together.

The name "Emperor" also comes from this.

Although the historian tried his best to cover it up, no matter whether it was the contemporaries or the later generations, they all tacitly understood this matter:

The two emperors were each other's companions.

They have no offspring in their lives, and they adopted a child from the royal family's sect and devoted themselves to teaching them. Even the passing of time is one after another.

Such unswerving feelings until death, people in the world always feel that they cannot see the light. Even today, some people criticize the co-government of the two emperors at that time, thinking that the "co-government of the two emperors" divided the imperial power and prevented the central power from being concentrated. This period of time was the heyday of the former dynasty's politics.

In Song Shu's view, it doesn't matter whether they rule together or not. What is said is that Master Song said that Luo Fang wanted to be "double emperors" with him.

Over the past few hundred years, due to the efforts of historians to cover up, today's "co-governance by two emperors" has become synonymous with brotherhood, so if Luo Fang wants to co-govern with him, he uses the name of "brother". The party may make another big fuss, but there are not many opposition voices.

Song Shu paused strangely:

He helped me ascend the throne because he wanted to co-govern with me?

Master Song understood what he was thinking when he saw his expression: If you want to be the emperor, you can just be the emperor yourself, and support him to ascend the throne and rule with him, why is it so troublesome?

When Master Song thought that there was an ambitious wild boar watching his cabbage next door, and the cabbage was being targeted without knowing it, his mood was very delicate.

He just finished wiping the medicine for Song Shu, and his fingers ran across his back, and he pressed it down because of the white and tender touch, Song Shu paused, and raised his eyes to glance over.

Master Song took the box and wrote nonchalantly: Because he likes you, he is your suitor.

Song Shu: "?"

Master Song said this frankly, and his mood became much more comfortable. Seeing that he was a little confused, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, took his hand again and wrote:

I forgot to tell you, Yang Chuan is actually your suitor, and there are many people who fell in love with you at first sight, but you don’t know it——wan, people, fans.

He wrote the last three characters very slowly, and he wanted to torture Song Shu's nerves with this slow movement, and he didn't know why he was so hard, anyway, he just wanted to make fun of it.

Song Shu: "..." Why are you so childish.