After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Song Shu raised his head, just in time to help him finish buttoning his buttons and let go, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of doubts: "What?"

Master Song has all the memories of this body. He confirmed that the content of the novel he had read was similar to that of the novel he had read, so he read it with God's vision and combined his memory, he knew that Song Shu was only 17 years old this year. When he was a sophomore in high school, Zha Gong planned to abduct someone into bed.

Sure enough, he was a scumbag with no sense of responsibility.

Fortunately, even if he didn't let people stop, according to the original plot, Song Shu would not continue, so Song Shu didn't insist on asking him why he stopped.

The properties of the medicine have not yet been resolved, and the air is heating up.

The love potion was taken by the slag and kept in the teapot. Song Shu had the medicine, so he was hit too. When Song Shu asked what happened, the two were already in the carriage, and the scum did not answer. Fortunately, when Master Song came over, Zha Gong hadn't had time to talk nonsense.

It's just that he can't get relief now, and his whole body is hot and hot.

Because Song Shu was still sitting next to him, Master Song was very uncomfortable. Enduring the heat and the desire to sleep, he lifted the curtain of the car and looked out:

According to memory, it is not far away before entering the city, and Jingkang Palace is not far from the city gate.

But Song Shu obviously couldn't hold on any longer. He hadn't spoken to Master Song since he stopped contacting him, probably because he was embarrassed to have such close contact with his brother-in-law, and they didn't have any other names.

He sat on the side and endured quietly, not bothering Master Song, but soon, a few drops of sweat flowed from his temples, slid down his fair cheeks, and dripped from his neck into his collar.

With his eyes closed, he fell headfirst on Master Song.

Master Song froze, turned his head to see his flushed face, and sighed helplessly.

The crime of slag attack.

But I want to pay it back.

In such a situation, he had to endure, Master Song simply admired his strength of determination.

The two stoves close together couldn't cool down, Song Shu was also very uncomfortable, his delicate brows were tightly frowned, and his lips were pursed into a line.

Master Song thought for a while, stretched out his hand and gently pulled him away, and leaned back against the wall of the carriage.

The martial arts of this body is very high, Master Song inherited this martial value, but for some reason, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.According to the setting, he can easily detect the abnormal breathing and heartbeat of the people around him.Moreover, he is a director, and he likes to figure out people's movements and emotions the most.

But when he stretched out his hand to support Song Shu, Song Shu didn't respond at all. Although his breathing was still a bit short, it was natural, it was caused by the medicine, and there was no pretending.

Did he really pass out, or was his acting so good that even Master Song could fool him?

Master Song selfishly hoped that it was the former.

He was relieved that Song Shu could pass out at this stall. He was not feeling well now, and his mind was still muddled. If Song Shu was a black heart now and took the opportunity to trick him, he was afraid that he would not be able to handle it for a while.

Just as he was thinking, the carriage stopped for a while, and someone stopped in front of the carriage. Jing Xiu, the driver of the carriage, was a book boy taken by his master, monk Lingxiang, and dismounted to negotiate. Yes, of excellent quality, standing aside without squinting.

Song Master vaguely heard a few words "the car of the palace" and "show the pass when entering the city", and remembered the pass card Song Shu gave him before, it is said that he can jump in the queue and go straight.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Master Song lifted the curtain in front of the car, deliberately not showing his face, fearing that something unusual would be discovered, so he just lowered his voice and said, "Jing Xiu."

The driver in front who was wearing a bamboo hat turned his head when he heard the words, he looked very young, with a baby face, not tall, he looked like a teenager, he looked a little dazed: "My lord?"

Master Song's coat had just been taken off and thrown aside, the pass card of the palace had rolled somewhere, he fumbled left and right, and finally found the sign on the coffee table, picked it up and saw that there were three horizontal bars engraved on the sign, and the corner of the car. It's exactly the same, like a "three" character, but the strokes are neat, more like a symbol.

This is the symbol of the royal family, taking the "three" in Yandu, the capital city, and using this symbol to imply that the capital city is the royal family.

There is only one piece of this brand in every royal residence, and the texture is so smooth that it is not made of wood, but looks like a jade pendant, with a red tassel on the tail.

Master Song threw something to him, Jing Xiu's martial arts were not as good as him, but he subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, and when he showed his hand, the two soldiers who stopped them saluted the carriage respectfully, retracted the gun barrel, and immediately let go.

Jing Xiu stuffed back the ordinary pass that was just about to be taken out, scratched his head, jumped into the carriage and started on his way again.

Master Song waited for a while, deliberately did not read the Song book, and went to the side door of Prince Jingkang's mansion, Jing Xiu said: "My lord, the prince's mansion is here."

Master Song lifted the curtain: "Where's the token?"

Jing Xiu dressed very poorly, which was in the same style as his master, monk Lingxiang. The token was tucked around his waist, and he took it off and returned it to him when he heard this, explaining: "I'm afraid of disturbing you, so I don't want to disturb you. I'll give it to you when I get off the bus."

Master Song: "..." What are you disturbing?Can you say that again?

No wonder the people around are not far away. It stands to reason that you can almost hear the sound in the carriage, but no one is curious to ask. Even Jing Xiu, who is driving the carriage, doesn't say a word. His feelings have been known for a long time. What is going on inside, tacitly not to disturb.

Master Song was convinced: this scumbag is really awesome, even the guards brought by Song Shu knew that he wanted to pick on the second son.

... How do you let me face my old father who knows nothing!