After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Master Song had a smile on his face when he said this, but he blocked Song Shu's entire body tightly, biting the words "my family" and "unfamiliar" very clearly, and the tone between the words was already very clear. You are welcome.

So as soon as he finished speaking, the air was filled with a smell of fire/powder.

The expression on Luo Fang's face was slightly restrained, and he narrowed his eyes and said: "...Didn't Master Song just come out from there too? I went to wait for Xiaoshu, and what did Master Song do?"

"Of course I went to wait for Xiaoshu," Master Song smiled, "He is my younger brother, if I don't go to see him, who else can I go to see?"

Hearing the word "brother", Song Shu, who had been silent since seeing him coming, paused, and tugged at the sleeve of Master Song's hand that was holding him.

Master Song looked sideways at him.

Song Shu said indifferently: "My brother is here, so I will leave first, Your Highness, take my leave."

Master Song felt relieved, but he was still a little dissatisfied with leaving like this. He was dragged away by Song Shu, and when he passed the intersection, Yang Chuan's figure flashed past them, motioning to wait for them in a place where there was no one in front of him. .

Song Shu's actions were not rude, and his steps were not too fast or slow. While being dragged away by him, Master Song complained, "Just leave like this?"

Song Shu's brows and eyes moved slightly, and he turned his head: "Otherwise, what else do you want?"

"What do you call me? Why don't you tell me what he wants?" Master Song heheed, pinched his throat and began to imitate Luo Fang, "I've been waiting for you for half an hour~ Oh, why are you so unreasonable! You should kiss me! You should be with me now! That's why I care so much about you!"

"..."

Song Shu twitched his eyebrows and withdrew his hand.

Master Song said that, and then remembered the counterfeit who tricked him into going to bed. The sentence "kiss me" seemed out of place, so he immediately changed the subject, humming: "It's like pretending to be pitiful to you to ask for a reward. I also waited for you for half an hour, why didn't I ask you for a reward?"

"Besides, I haven't seen him after waiting here for so long. I don't know if he really waited..."

After he spoke, his voice became weaker and weaker. Song Shu stopped and looked back at him: "Why are you arguing with him about this? Speaking of which, I also remembered. That attic belongs to Tianxiang Pavilion, right?"

Tianxiang Pavilion is the name of that brothel.

Master Song immediately shut up.

He blinked, a little guilty, and saw Song Shu curled his lips and said with a smile: "I haven't asked you yet, what you said is to go to the brothel when you come back to see me?"

Master Song took a step back calmly, his expression unchanged: "What's wrong with the brothel, it's so close, I also want to greet you better."

"But you didn't say hello." Song Shu tilted his head, "In the end, you just threw me a flower."

When he talked about this, he paused again: "Where did you get those flowers?"

Master Song stuck for a moment, his eyes fluttered: "Cough..."

Song Shu approached him, lowered his head and sniffed, narrowed his eyes and said, "You smell like alcohol... Didn't you say that you went there to see me? Why did you drink?"

"..." Master Song said in embarrassment, "I drank a little, not much, really."

He was inexplicably guilty. He really didn't expect that almost an hour later, Song Shu could still smell the almost inaudible smell of alcohol on his body.

Song Shu's eyes were flat, showing no joy or anger.

Master Song took out the brocade box from his pocket, and handed it to Song Shu hesitantly, "Well, although the flowers belong to those girls...but I picked them myself."

Song Shu reached out and took it: "...What is this?"

Master Song said awkwardly, "Jade pendant."

Song Shu paused when he opened the box, and caught a glimpse of the warm-colored jade pendant with a red tassel pendant. He closed it after a while, and raised his eyes softly, "Do you know what it means to give jade pendants?"

His casual eyes fell into Master Song's eyes, the corners of his eyes seemed to contain a bit of tenderness, Master Song stared into his eyes, and replied in a daze, "...Determination, determination?"

"...Know that you still give this?"

Master Song explained: "Yang Chuan said it's okay, and I don't know much about it, so I thought I could send it away..."

He hesitated: "Or, go back?"

"Retreat, why not? " Song Shu raised his eyebrows, put away the box, put his hands behind his back, and leaned slightly closer to Master Song, "I still want to ask you, you were in the attic earlier, throw it away for me. What do flowers mean?"

Master Song subconsciously took a step back, heard this and frowned and said, "What's wrong with throwing flowers? Aren't they all throwing flowers for you? Others can throw them, why can't I?"

Song Shu paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Seeing that he smiled, Master Song loosened his brows a little. After thinking about it, he was puzzled and said: "Yang Chuan said that I did something, and the girl in that building looked at me with strange eyes. He didn't tell me What the hell did I do, could it be..."

Song Shu turned around and walked forward, calmly said: "Throwing flowers, fruits and vegetables to someone means that he loves him - this is a custom that has become popular in the capital these years. I forgot that you haven't come back for many years, probably Pay attention to these."

Master Song stood where he was, and reacted belatedly, his whole body froze.

...so what did he just do?

Throwing flowers, competing with Luo Fang in front of Song Shu, giving jade pendants...

Did he drink fake wine? !

Master Song was dazed for a moment, staring at Song Shu's back as he walked further and further away, seeing him stop and look back, raising his brows to express doubts, he finally regained his composure.

He patted his face, and finally thought to himself comfortingly: I don't know these things, so I really can't blame me.

He cheekily pretended nothing happened, and chased after Song Shu, and after walking a few steps, he saw Yang Chuan waiting in the alley ahead.

Yang Chuan just went out with Master Song to join in the fun, and felt that he was redundant, chatted with the two of them for a while, and left quickly.

Master Song actually wanted to ask Yang Chuan why he didn't tell him about the jade pendant - he didn't know, Yang Chuan had stayed in the capital for so many years, didn't he know?

However, Song Shu was still by his side, so until Yang Chuan winked at him before leaving, Master Song couldn't ask this question.

The two went back to the mansion together, chatting all the way, Mr. Song was worried that this was on the street, so he didn't ask anyone else, he just asked Song Shu now that he won the Tanhua, when will he be admitted to the Imperial Academy, and how King Jingkang's health has been in the past half month , What do they do at home.

Song Shu all cooperated one by one.

Until returning to the mansion, Master Song saw Steward Mo's expression of mixed joy and sorrow, he looked very excited, the joy was because Master Song returned to the mansion, what was the worry?

Master Song couldn't help asking, and Steward Mo looked around with a bitter face, wondering what to say, but Song Shu was very calm and motioned for Master Song to come over.

"Father is probably fighting crickets again."

Since King Jingkang knew that Song Shu had learned the truth, he simply let himself go more and more. If it wasn't for the buff of "serious illness", he could go to the street to fight crickets every day, completely abandoning his previous life. The image of a "loving father" ran wildly in the direction of the dandy father, and never looked back.

Song Shu had gotten used to his father's serious and convulsive appearance in the past half a month, so when he saw Butler Mo's grim face, he knew what his father was doing.

He lowered his eyes to look at the earlobe of Master Song who lowered his head, and his eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes. After saying this, an inexplicable thought flashed through his mind:

In the past, Mr. Song always spoke in his ear, but now let him feel the itching.

Master Song shrank his neck. He was listening carefully just now, but his face changed in the next second, and he straightened up with a look of horror: "What are you blowing for?"

"Is it itchy?"

Master Song was puzzled: "...a bit."

Song Shu put down his hands, ignored his expression, turned around and walked into his yard: "It's just right to itch."

Master Song went to the front yard first, met with King Jingkang, was pampered by his loving father for a while, dragged him to eat lunch, and went to Song Shu's place after eating.

When he entered the door, Song Shu was lying down on the chaise longue chair in the courtyard and taking a nap, the book in his hand was half covering his face, and one hand slid off the chair. It was a warm March day, and the skylight coated his face with a layer of white light. Even the hand that slipped down has a beautiful wrist bone and slender fingers.

Master Song deliberately lowered his footsteps when he entered the door, but Song Shu still opened his eyes: "...I didn't sleep."

Master Song paused, took the chair brought over by Zhang Wu lightly, and waved his hand when he saw that he was going to pour tea. Zhang Wu stopped and looked at Song Shu hesitantly.

Song Shu nodded to indicate that he could step back.

He sat up from the chair, with the dense mulberry trees above his head, the sunlight was shattered, and he thought that a starlight shattered and sprinkled on him, and it slid from his waist to his collar with his movements, and the book was also buckled by him to the table.

Master Song watched him straighten his hair casually, a strand of hair fell from the corner of his forehead and slid to his cheek: "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing."

Song Shu pinned that lock of hair back, and wrote lightly: "The court is planning to attack."

Master Song: "?"

Song Shudao: "The collection of Chapter Five, just take a look."

Master Song raised his eyebrows, and was about to say something about the Tibetan book, so he brought it to me for a look, when Song Shu changed the subject very naturally: "You are outside the capital, have you had any contact with Luo Fangwen in the past half month?"

Master Song's attention was diverted instantly: "What did you ask him for?"

"It's nothing, I just heard that...Luo Jiao has a good relationship with him."

Master Song relaxed a little, and thought about it, "He has a good relationship with your sister... This should be normal. Luo Jiao was raised by Luo Fangwen's biological mother, Concubine Shu, and Luo Fangwen took good care of her."

"I'm afraid you have forgotten that although Luo Jiao was raised by Concubine Shu, Luo Fangwen was not." Song Shu poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and said with lowered eyes, "He was raised by the current empress since childhood. , not close to the birth mother."

Concubine Shu, the biological mother of the third prince Luo Fang, also came from a famous family. She was the concubine of the current emperor more than ten years ago and the empress for half a month. The monopoly of foreign relatives gradually smoothed the edges and corners of the Liu family behind Concubine Shu.

Concubine Shu lost her power, and for some reason, she happened to anger the emperor. The emperor demoted her to a noble concubine for this reason, and then to a concubine, probably in order to preserve his reputation and not want to be scolded as "thin and ungrateful" In the end, she didn't make things difficult for the Liu family and Concubine Shu, but even so, Concubine Shu lived like walking on eggshells in the palace, which was not comfortable.

The emperor's favor is always the biggest reliance of the women in the harem. Without this, no one cares how brilliant you were, but now you are just a concubine who can be stepped on by anyone, no different from staying in the cold palace.