After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Jing Xiu and Zhang Wu led people to guard outside, and they were all silent.

Jing Xiu squatted on a rock, and Zhang Wu next to him squatted in the same position as him, holding a branch and drawing circles.Luo Fangwen stood in the distance, and there was a familiar figure beside him, and the two seemed to be talking.

Jing Xiu twitched his ears, looked up at the tent, and poked Zhang Wu on the ground.

Zhang Wu was still muttering: "...yes...no...yes...no...yes—what are you doing?!"

Jing Xiu looked at him silently.

Song Shu's cold voice came from above Zhang Wu's head: "Xiao Wu, is there anything?"

Zhang Wu was so startled that his heart stopped. He threw a branch and jumped up, wanting to jump forward in surprise. Shu took a few steps back and turned sideways, avoiding Zhang Wu's warm embrace.

Zhang Wu was in vain, returned rationally, took two steps back quickly, and clapped his hands happily: "My lord——"

His eyes fell on Song Shu, and saw that although he looked clean, but his clothes had been changed, the emotion on his face suddenly faded, and he turned to Master Song behind him...

His face collapsed, and he saluted again tremblingly: "Eldest Young Master..."

Master Song put a hand on Song Shu's shoulder and asked curiously, "Why did you lose face when you saw me? I also want to ask, what were you muttering just now?"

Zhang Wu hesitated and refused to say, the two looked at each other, but felt that there was something wrong, Song Shu cast his gaze on Jing Xiu, Jing Xiu struggled for a moment, then cupped his hands and said: "Zhang Wu is guessing, guess if the eldest son has... …to take advantage of others.”

Master Song: "..."

Song Shu: "..."

Master Song couldn't believe it: "What the hell? Taking advantage of others? Taking advantage of your second son's danger? Ask your second son if you agree?"

Song Shu smiled and said, "Don't read the scriptures. Otherwise, I'll take all those in your room away later."

Master Song: "?"

Chapter [-] Nuonuo should be.

A voice came from a distance: "Song...Master Song!"

Before the voice finished speaking, the figures had moved from far to near, and Yang Chuan's voice was full of undisguised joy: "It's good that you are fine! Your Highness told me that he ran into you last night, what a coincidence!"

Master Song passed him and looked at Luo Fang who was approaching slowly behind him, and several people raised their hands in salute: "Your Highness."

He noticed the phrase "such a coincidence" in Yang Chuan's words. Obviously Luo Fang didn't tell him how they met last night. After all, it is not honorable that the princess was taken away and murdered in the middle of the night. As a last resort, Yang Chuan didn't need to know.

But look at what he meant—Master Song raised his eyebrows meaningfully, thinking, these two people know each other?

"Why are you here?"

Yang Chuan also saw Luo Fang following, and explained: "I went to find your teacher... Uh, the guards fought, and he said that you fell off the cliff and refused to fight with me. Now it's all right, you're fine, Jing Hugh! Come! Keep fighting!"

Chapter Five: "..."

Song Shu: "..."

Master Song turned his head, and Jing Xiu was gone.

...Does this guy only want to fight?

Luo Fang patted Yang Chuan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Yang wants to fight, I will go to your martial arts training ground to fight with you some other day—but Mr. Song is your boss now, and his martial arts are better than mine, so you can ask him to fight .”

Yang Chuan hissed, waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, he is good at martial arts, but I have already figured out his way, so there is nothing to fight."

Master Song: "Then you can beat me?"

Yang Chuan spread his hands and said as a matter of course: "I just figured out your way, but I didn't say I could beat you."

Luo Fang used the self-proclaimed "I" to him, and his attitude seemed very natural and friendly. Yang Chuan also showed a very relaxed attitude, and it can be seen that the relationship between the two is familiar.

Song Shu stood silently watching from the sidelines and never spoke. Seeing this, he pinched Master Song's wrist which was hidden under his cuff, and squinted his eyes to express doubts after he looked over.

Master Song looked back: How do I know when you look at me?Everyone has old friendship with Luo Fang, I still want to ask you?

The book will describe the experience of Song Shu and Luo Fang getting acquainted, but it will not write when Yang Chuan and Luo Fang met. It seems that it is obviously before Master Song. At least this month, Master Song has not met Yang Chuan. Who did Chuan make friends with?

Sure enough, Yang Chuan was disappointed when he saw Jing Xiu run away, and then he remembered to explain: "Speaking of it, there is no need to be so cautious, Fang Wen, Mr. Song is my elder brother now, and he is much better than me—Brother Song, I didn't mention it before. The Third Highness and I have known each other for a long time, but he is a busy person and we don't see each other often."

"Where is it?" Luo Fang waited for him to finish speaking, and then said with a smile like a spring breeze, "If Sanquan invites you, how can you not?"

People from both sides complimented each other with ghosts in their hearts. Except for Yang Chuan, the big-hearted Ma Daha, even Zhang Wu could smell that the atmosphere was not right. Fortunately, Song Shu interjected at the right time: "Thank you, Your Highness, for meeting you last night." For the grace of salvation, I will definitely prepare a gift and thank you when I return home."

These words are similar to what Master Song said last night, so Luo Fang glanced at the two brothers and did not force them to stay, but said: "Acquaintance is fate, I would like to be friends with Master Song, both Friends, there is no need to say thank you."

Master Song: "..." Who wants to be your friend.

The exhausting night finally passed. On the way back, Song Shu couldn't resist the exhaustion and fell asleep again. Master Song also yawned when he got off the carriage. Passing by, Zhang Wu got out of the carriage, and his son was nowhere to be seen. Then he asked: "Xiao Wu, where is the second young master?"

Xiao Wu said in a low voice with a bitter face: "Second Young Master has fallen asleep——"

He couldn't bear to wake him up, and neither could Master Song.

There was no other way, and in the end it was Master Song who carried him back again.

Perhaps it was because he was already very familiar with his breath. Song Shu's body, which was tense when he hugged him, relaxed a lot, and there was no sign of waking up. Master Song put him back in the wing room, and went back to take a bath. He went on to sleep refreshed.

After waking up again, it was already afternoon. People were flying around in the martial arts arena. Master Song got dressed and opened the window to look. Zhang Wu squatted at the door of the opposite yard and drew circles. The martial arts arena was fiercely fought. Shouted: "Brother Song! Don't fight!"

Jing Xiu, who was beaten all over the place by him, was still in a state of embarrassment even though he didn't touch a single hair, and looked over. The indifference on his face collapsed, and four words were written in his eyes:

My son, help me.

Master Song: "..."

He closed the window expressionlessly again.

He has seen such scenes frequently in the past month. Jing Xiu can't beat Yang Chuan, but Yang Chuan can't beat him either.Yang Chuan's interest in him began with that irritating classic quote, and since then he has come to Jingxiu every day to fight and figure out kung fu moves, and as for the end...

Not in sight for now.

After experiencing the thrilling whole day yesterday, he felt that such a life was not bad.

Of course, it would be better to be quiet.

The next day, Song Shu got into the carriage and returned to Beijing. Because of the accident last time, King Jingkang was very anxious. He was still unable to come while he was "seriously ill", so he urged them to return home quickly. During the "inauguration", the emperor must have sent someone to watch him. He couldn't go back, so Song Shu returned to Beijing alone.

It's just that this time I brought several secret guards from the palace sent by King Jingkang.

For this section of the road, this time they take Yangguan Avenue, so there will be no more accidents.

Master Song sent him to the door, and saw that he had regained his vitality after a day of recuperation, but he didn't pretend to be weak every day as before, which made him sick. This cold and indifferent look in front of other people seemed normal too much.

He pointed to the buttons on Song Shu's waist: "It's not fastened."

Song Shu lowered his head in silence and adjusted his waist buttons. Master Song looked at the top of his softener hair and felt emotional: In a few days, he confessed all these things.

He couldn't help but reached out and rubbed Song Shu's head. Song Shu stopped when he rubbed him, and looked up at him expressionlessly: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing."

Master Song let go of his hand, seeing that he couldn't fasten his waist buckle after tossing for a long time, so he lowered his head to help him fasten it, and said abruptly: "If you can be named on the gold list, I will go back to Beijing to watch you parade on horseback."

Song Shu watched his fingers shuttle on the buckle belt in front of his waist, paused, and said, "On purpose?"

Master Song: "I came to see it."

Seeing that Song Shu's expression didn't change, he couldn't help but said, "Are you unhappy?"

Song Shu answered irrelevantly: "Maybe I can only be selected by Tanhua."

Master Song: "Why?"

"Do you know that throughout the ages, the emperor usually appoints someone to be the Tanhua?"

Master Song raised his eyebrows: "Who?"

Song Shudao: "Among the top three who are the best writers, the one with the best looks."

So Tanhua is not necessarily worse than the No. [-] pick, maybe he has both talent and appearance.

"There is such a particularity?" Master Song smiled, "So?"

"If you are a No. [-] candidate, it is not considered a title on the gold list."

"..." Master Song asked, "Where does it count?"

"It doesn't count for me." Song Shu said coldly, "If I want to do it, I will be the first. If I am not the first, I am not the best."

"If you put it this way, I think the possibility of you being Tanhua is the greatest." Master Song helped him fasten the belt, patted his waist, leaned over and smiled in his ear: "That's okay." , Tanhualang, do you have a title on the 'Gold List', I will go to see you."

Song Shu's ears felt hot, he took two steps back, turned around and wanted to get into the carriage, but finally stopped when he lifted his robe: "...Brother."

This "brother" yelled without affectation or pretense of tenderness. It was cold and indifferent. It was Song Shu's most normal voice, but it made Master Song's heart skip a beat.

Song Shu looked back at him, opened his lips and said softly, "I remember what you said today."

"I am waiting."

Half an hour later, the carriage arrived in front of the palace.

Housekeeper Mo welcomed him in personally, and was talking about how worried King Jingkang was about them, but he could only wait for the news in his yard. Song Shu listened silently, without refuting.

He got the truth from Master Song's hesitant words. He understood King Jingkang's choice, and he still respected and loved King Jingkang, but only.

No one likes being raised as a pawn.

Zhang Wu's voice behind him came from far to near: "My lord!"

Song Shu paused, and Butler Mo also closed his mouth, turning his eyes sideways.

Zhang Wu carried a box and asked out of breath, "Young master, there is a stove over there, it seems to be the one that the eldest son gave you... Didn't you say that it is broken and you have to throw it away? Why did you bring it back?"

The weather is getting warmer, and the stove is no longer needed in this season. Even if this thing is not counted, it is really useless.

However, when the words came to his lips, what Song Shu said was: "...keep it."

He smiled lightly.

So what if King Jingkang really loves Master Song, anyway, Master Song has always loved him the most.

Evened out.