After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Luo Fang was still polite on the face.

After a few words, Song Shu withdrew his gaze from Luo Jiao.

He turned sideways to dodge, looked down at Luo Jiao passing in front of his eyes, and then suddenly stopped.

Concubine Shu looked down at her and asked softly, "Jiao Jiao?"

Judging by her attitude, she seems to be treating Luo Jiao well.

Luo Jiao turned her head bluntly and looked at Song Shu. After a while, she suddenly shook off Shu Fei's hand and ran towards Song Shu.

Song Shu's heart skipped a beat.

When Luo Jiao was about to rush to his side, Luo Fang stretched out his hand and accurately stopped her. Her sleeves flew in the air, and the curved arc brushed against Song Shu's sleeves, but in the end she didn't really touch Song Shu.

Like a real child, Luo Fang stopped Luo Jiao gently but forcefully, saying, "Jiao Jiao, we should go."

Concubine Shu quickly came forward to hug her, Luo Jiao kept trying to jump on Song Shu in her arms, but Concubine Shu was obviously used to her going crazy from time to time, and the two maids around her stepped forward to help, He couldn't let her break free.

Concubine Shu coaxed her softly: "Jiao Jiao, father is still waiting for you, didn't you want to see father the most when you were young..."

The voices in the back all fell down, Song Shu didn't hear clearly again, only saw Luo Jiao gradually quiet down again, glanced at him several times, then resumed his dull expression, and was led by Concubine Shu to continue walking.

After Concubine Shu comforted her, she had time to apologize to Song Shu and bowed: "I'm really sorry for offending you, Jiaojiao..."

Song Shu nodded, took a step back, and did not speak.

A group of people walked past him again, and as soon as he let go of his mind, Luo Fang passed him by.

He paused, his voice still as gentle as when he comforted Luo Jiao just now.

"You want to contact Luo Jiao."

He smiled and stood beside Song Shu: "Why don't you just surrender to me? I know everything you want to know."

Song Shu's heart trembled.

He had bumped into Luo Fang many times in the past few days, and Luo Fang had hinted at him to surrender twice, but he had never been as straightforward and obvious as this time.

Obviously, Luo Fang's patience was about to run out.

Song Shu lowered his head and thought a lot in a short moment.

What does he mean by this sentence?

Luo Fang knew that he was looking for Luo Jiao, maybe Luo Jiao never showed up because of his interference, so did he know more?For example, Luo Jiao is pretending to be stupid, for example... Song Shu and Luo Jiao are twins.

After Luo Fang finished speaking in a low voice, he didn't wait for a response for a long time, and he didn't care. He smiled inexplicably, and the shoes were lifted up with the opened robes, and disappeared from his sight.

After they passed the corner, Song Shu turned around with downcast eyes, and walked towards the palace gate that was running in the opposite direction from them, with a calm expression and no waves.

There was silence on the palace road.

A gust of wind came from nowhere and blew the budding willow branches in some palace.

It was April and a half, and the weather was still unbelievably cold. Master Song was bored in the mansion. He watched Yang Chuan and Jing Xiu fight in the martial arts field all day long. What he had to do every night was to wait in front of the window and guard the fat pigeon. Fly back with the creed.

He still has nothing to do today, Jingxiu hides somewhere to hide Yang Chuan, who looks like a madman and insists on fighting with him every day, Master Song has done a few tricks with Yang Chuan himself, and when both of them are tired from fighting, then They all slumped on the chaise longues in the courtyard.

Yang Chuan rested for a while, and then complained to him that the old man at home quarreled with him, and the quarrel was unbearable, and he made the house go crazy every day.

Master Song also listened to his complaints every day, and his ears were callused. He pulled off the book covering his face, and sighed: "You and your father are also true love. We are happy enemies. We can reconcile when we quarrel during the day and at night. The next day Continue the cycle... You talk about your father every time, and your father is almost becoming my demon, you know?"

Yang Chuan was amused by him, he laughed and said: "Then what am I talking about? Is the oiran in the capital still a famous actor? Which family's gossip or Yushitai participated in who's book?"

Speaking of this, he sat up and put his hands behind his head down: "By the way, have you heard about the recent spread of the epidemic in the south?"

Master Song originally wanted to lie in the yard to bask in the sun and take a nap when he was tired, but now he couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he simply opened the book he had just used to shade the sun, and said casually, "I heard."

"The epidemic is serious these days, and the refugees have already fled around the capital. Seeing that the emperor didn't respond at Yushitai, there was another joint letter. The emperor was furious because of this a few days ago, and killed several little sesame officials," said Yang Chuan. Then he glanced around, leaned close to him and whispered, "If you want me to say, the Holy Majesty's handling of this matter is really not kind...My father still won't let me tell, can you blame me for arguing with him?"

"Even if he belongs to the Holy One's school, he wouldn't be so biased and talk nonsense!"

Yang Chuan was emotional for a long time, and suddenly realized that his father belonged to the emperor's party, and the Song family was the thorn in the emperor's eyes.

His voice stopped abruptly, but Master Song himself didn't pay much attention to it. He flipped through two more pages of the book, and paused thoughtfully after hearing the words: "The illness of the Holy Majesty... seems to be really serious."

Song Shu's letter mentioned that the smell of medicine on the emperor's body was getting stronger and stronger, and it was so heavy that it couldn't be covered with incense.

"What?" Yang Chuan couldn't hear what he was saying, but Master Song didn't want to explain further.

"It's nothing."

"Speaking of which," Yang Chuan scratched his head, "Isn't your master that... Brother Lingxiang?"

Master Song's hand flipping through the book finally paused, then turned around and asked, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"I heard that the source of the epidemic can't be found, and it's not swine fever, plague or smallpox. People who get the plague will grow old quickly and turn into a handful of loess within a day without any symptoms."

Yang Chuan probably felt sick as he talked, so he shivered and touched his arm, "Isn't your master a monk who is called a half-immortal? Some people think this disease is strange, maybe it is caused by ghosts , although this is not pleasant to say... But the Holy One seems to want to find monk Lingxiang to find a way to solve it."

The emperor of a country is called the Son of Heaven, so the "imperial power" is covered with mystery. Under the rule of the Son of Heaven, there are ghosts and gods... Superstitious people will believe in the word Tianzi, and naturally they will also believe that "it is the Son of Heaven who ruled weakly, and ghosts and gods Be angry, and punish the world."

If the dignified emperor is also convinced by the theory of ghosts and gods because of rumors, if he really makes a big fanfare to find a solution, it will only make the people feel that he has a guilty conscience, which will have an extremely negative impact on the emperor's reputation.

That's why Yang Chuan said that although he was looking for a solution and wanted Brother Lingxiang to help him, he never heard any rumors outside, not even Master Song.

After Yang Chuan finished speaking, he said again: "I can only tell you this, don't tell others!"

Master Song: "..." Throughout the ages, if you say this kind of thing to others, this person will definitely tell others, don't you know?

Yang Chuan seemed to have something to say, he hesitated to speak repeatedly, sat up for a while and then lay back down, Master Song saw that the hair on the back of his head was about to be scratched off by him, couldn't help but said: "What else?"

"It's nothing, that...well, that's it," Yang Chuan stammered for a long time, and finally he was irritated by himself, he sighed, and said in a broken jar, "My father asked me to find out with you. It was he who told me and asked me to convey it to you, and wanted to ask if you could contact your master and ask him to do a favor."

He finished speaking in one breath, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. He put his hands on the back of his head, and fell down again: "That's it. My father actually asked me to be reserved, but I found that I can't be reserved, old man, there is Say what you want."

The corner of Master Song's mouth twitched: "Since you say that... I won't beat around the bush. I have always had a question, isn't your father a royalist? Don't you know that His Majesty is extremely displeased with the Song family now? Why did you allow you to get close to the Song family?" Home, let it go?"

"Who said he let it go?" Yang Chuan bounced up from the ground again like a corpse, curling his lips and said, "He quarreled with me several times because of this matter--and he is a royal party, and my mother is not, My mother is also from the Song family. I think you are my cousin after all, how can I alienate you because of this party or that party? Well... Although I call you brother, your martial arts are better than mine. "

He was a little embarrassed, and patted Master Song on the shoulder, "As for me, I don't care about other things. I don't care about any intrigues. I just make friends with whoever has good character and strong martial arts. Why bother so much? How tiring. Don't you see that the Third Highness and I are also confidants? In this way, I have friendship not only with the Song family, but also with the princelings, no wonder my father hates me every day..."

Yang Chuan babbled a lot, recalling the scene when he saw Luo Fang blocking the entrance of the Qionglin Banquet when the list was released a few days ago, he hesitated and said, "Brother Song, you really don't seem to like the Third Highness?"

Master Song thought to himself: Still a confidant, poor child, the twists and turns in his heart may kill you.If you treat others as a confidant, they may treat you as a clown.

On the face, he said casually: "No, it's okay, you think too much."

Yang Chuan: "..." You should be sincere in your smile, I'm not that stupid.

Master Song changed the subject: "I can't be the master of my master's matter. It depends on how the illness came about. If it's really a ghost..."

Although he didn't want to believe it, he could wear it all over the place. If these things existed, it wouldn't seem so unreasonable.

Master Song said helplessly: "...then I guess my master can't do anything about it."

Yang Chuan said: "Why?"

"Because I know that I am a human being, not a god."

Yang Chuan nodded halfway, and suddenly realized that the words did not come from Master Song, but a female voice... He suddenly turned his head: "Who?!"

The willow tree in the yard swayed, shaking the willow leaves all over the ground, the ambiguous light and shadow intertwined, the man landed on the wall behind the tree, the slender figure was tall and slender, with one leg hanging down, accompanied by the thin tassel at the waist Swaying leisurely with the spring breeze.

The visitor wore a high ponytail, and on the upper half of his face was a ghostly mask with teeth and claws. His red lips were slightly raised, and his gaze under the mask passed through the gaps in the willow branches, and he precisely landed on Master Song: "Your aunt."