After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

As Yang Chuan talked, he couldn't help but hugged Master Song.

A big man who used to wield knives and guns all day long was crying like a child at the moment, his voice was hoarse, and he coughed until his heart broke: "He wants to kill me...he wants to kill me! He really isn't people!"

"I beat him, and I asked him to kill me too...cough cough...he refused again..."

"Beast...beast!"

"I'll break it off with him!"

Master Song listened to him spit out the deepest grievance, sadness and resentment in his heart intermittently, and finally figured out the general process of the matter:

His father killed his mother with poison, and Yang Chuan happened to see his mother die in his father Yang Yu's arms, and he was shocked and asked him what was going on.

Yang Yu was silent for a moment, then got up and took out a dagger, admitting that his mother was poisoned by himself, and wanted to kill him as well.

Before making the move, Yang Yu said to him earnestly: "Your mother has a very close relationship with the Song family. Even though she hasn't been in contact with each other for so many years, she is still a member of the Song family. Your Majesty can't tolerate sand in his eyes and wants me to make a choice... Sanquan, you know."

"Falling into His Majesty's hands, because of his hatred for the Song family... your mother can't get a whole body even if she dies."

"I've been in the officialdom all my life, and I know the pros and cons better than you. If your mother doesn't die tonight, the one who dies tomorrow will be me and the entire Yang family."

Yang Chuan interrupted him sharply, emotionally: "So you took the initiative to kill your mother?!"

Yang Yu was silent for a moment, and then said: "Sanquan, father has lived for more than 40 years, and now he is in his current position. Officialdom is like a battlefield. If you make a wrong step, the Yang family will die without a place to bury you... I finally managed to With today's power... My wife is just a pawn to me, of course she is not as important as power. When you get married and start a business in the future, you will understand what father thinks—"

"I'm different from you! Scum!"

Yang Chuan didn't wait for him to finish, he went up and punched him, holding back the tears from falling down until his eyes were flushed, "I won't kill my wife for the so-called power - definitely not!"

It was the first time he hit his father, but his father has not returned yet.

When he unilaterally cut it in two, he didn't even dare to look at his mother's body. He ran out of the house and went to the street to look around blankly.

He didn't know that Master Song just returned to his residence tonight. He wandered around the capital by himself and was not caught by the imperial guards patrolling at night thanks to his high martial arts. A quiet place.

After being dazed for a long time, he finally cried out.

His father gave up on him and killed his mother for the sake of power. Although he finally let him go and did not catch up, it doesn't mean that his father can be forgiven.

Asking Master Song to speak, Master Song would not forgive.

He waited for Yang Chuan to cry enough, the cold wind blew his nose dry, and then he jumped down, and brought up a few wine jars that still had wine: "Drink, it feels better to be drunk."

Yang Chuan glanced at him, and then drank as he said.

In the middle of the night, Master Song carried Yang Chuan, who had finally stopped crying, back to the mansion, and asked Butler Mo to arrange a guest room. Hearing that Song Shu had returned to the mansion, he put him down and went to the front hall.

Several imperial physicians who were pulled up from the quilt in the middle of the night and yawned profusely felt their pulses, looked at each other, discussed together for a long time, and then said: There is nothing they can do, the poisonous poison is novel, and there is nothing they can do.

Master Song watched the process of Song Shu's expression change from vaguely tense to indifferent, and opened his mouth, but he still couldn't say any comforting words.

The veins on the back of Song Shu's hands that were placed on the chair tingled again and again, and in the end he just got up, with his usual voice: "I send you adults back."

Master Song wanted to hold him back, but he paused with his hands in the air, watching him leave without looking back, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

Why are you still showing a cold face... Tsk, it's not easy to coax.

Song Shu sent the people back in person, stopped the carriage on the way back, sent all the people back except the hidden guards, and walked half the street alone on the grounds of relaxation.

He walked to a street corner, stood silently for a while, and felt that his mood had calmed down, so he let out a foul breath, turned around and walked back along the road.

After a while, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look into the dark alley beside him.

A strong smell of blood came from the alley.

Song Shu hesitated for a moment, and suddenly saw a figure crawling out of the bluestone slab in the alley. The other person was still holding someone in his arms. Seeing his expression, he seemed to see a savior: "My lord! Second Young Master Song—"

"Save the slave! Save the slave! Please..."

On the bluestone board, bloodstains meandered, and thunder suddenly appeared in the sky, and white light pierced the sky.

The heavy rain is torrential, the moon is residual and the wind is cool.

This night in Kyoto, there are dark storms everywhere.

……

On the emperor’s fiftieth birthday, nothing happened at the banquet. The saintesses of Nanjiang were not present, and only the envoys of Nanjiang offered tribute. about the disease.

Emperor Linchu tentatively intended to give Master Song a marriage, but he declined, and then he had no intention of torturing him.

After all, the prince and the emperor are in dire straits, and they can't take care of the Song family for the time being.

In this way, the days passed very peacefully, and the court still lived like a vegetable market every day. The envoys from Southern Xinjiang lived in the posthouse, and left after half a month, and returned to Southern Xinjiang. So far, Master Song has never seen the saint again. female side.

At this time, the epidemic has spread very seriously.

Only a few days after the banquet, Master Song's Gu poison broke out.

His whole body was dry and hot, as if there was a ball of fire burning on his body. He also felt this way a few days ago, but he only thought it was caused by the warmer weather and didn't take it to heart.

Only this time, Master Song lay on the bed tossing and turning for a long while, so hot that his whole body was scalding, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy. Seeing that the wound bitten by the poisonous snake turned blue again, he vaguely understood that it was probably affected by the toxin .

Although the swelling of the wound has subsided long ago, it is still fatal when it hurts again.

The point is, the way this toxin explodes is very novel. Although Master Song feels dry and hot, he still has strength in his body.It's just that the mood becomes more and more anxious as time goes by.

He ran to look for ice cubes in the ice store at the mansion, but he still couldn't calm down, fearing that he might accidentally hurt others, so he dismissed his servants and fetched cold water to soak in the bathroom.

In order to force himself to stay awake, he even took out the Bu Xuexue that Song Shu had left on the mansion. He was so cruel that he was about to tie it on his arm when someone knocked on the door of the bathroom.

Master Song didn't stop, and the knife fell steadily, drawing a bloodstain on his arm in the blink of an eye.

He probably knew what kind of poison this Gu poison was, but he didn't expect it to be so poisonous. About an hour had passed since the poison was released, and he still couldn't bring himself back to normal despite all his efforts.

The severe pain made his voice hoarse, with an imperceptible tremor: "I said don't let anyone come over! Get out!!"

"Brother." The voice outside the door was silent for a while: "What's wrong with you?"

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Master Song hastily washed off the bloodstains on the missing snow, then put them aside and covered them with his clothes, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the pool was full of blood, and the traces on his arms were very obvious. .

Before he could make a sound, Song Shu, who had been waiting for a long time to respond, said again: "You don't speak, I'm coming in."

In a hurry, Master Song waved out the candles in the bathroom, and the moment Song Shu stepped into the room, the room fell into darkness.

Song Shu stood at the door, hesitantly said: "Brother, I heard from Jing Xiu that you came here alone for half an hour in a cold bath today? You... what's wrong?"

Master Song let out a soft hiss.

There was a fire in his chest and he had nowhere to vent it. The severe pain in his arm passed away, and what was left was the excruciating heat. When he heard Song Shu's voice, he couldn't bear it in his mind. Can't stop thinking of more...

He thought of falling off the cliff that day, and in order to give Song Shudu a sigh of relief, he kissed Song Shudu.

At that time, he didn't feel deeply because he was not out of the danger yet. On the way to Wulin, he gradually discovered that his thoughts about Song Shu were not right.

Seeing him in women's clothing will make him afraid that others will see him like this, so he will put on a bamboo hat in retaliation, and when he is pressed on the bed to act, Song Shu's pretentious and tearful "brother" can make him lose his mind. Abandon armor.

He couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation for these things other than liking.

This was something that surprised and bewildered him at first, but it was always well hidden by him.

After returning to the capital from Wulin, he watched Song Shu and Luo Fang interact these days. Although he felt panicked, he didn't do anything or want to do anything to change the relationship between the two of them.

The shadow of the person who snatched his house was too deep for Song Shu.

If he confessed his feelings for Song Shu, Song Shu might be able to embarrass him on the spot, and he would never trust anyone again.

These days because of the epidemic, there are many refugees.

King Jingkang purposely dissipated his wealth for this purpose, and began to help the people in a low-key way, making a gesture of wanting to "abdicate the throne and let the virtuous return home".

In fact, Song Shu has already discussed with Luo Fang the matter of treason these days.

Because he knew that Luo Fang and Master Song were not compatible, he never forced Master Song to go to see Luo Fang with him. He often discussed with him, and then went to see Luo Fang alone to give him advice.

Because in the name of personally going to rescue the refugees, Luo Fang's people covered him, and it was common for him to come back after dark.

Master Song knew that he was only concerned about himself, but he couldn't explain his current situation clearly. Instead, after Song Shu spoke out, his mind was full of all kinds of unspeakable things.

He had an unusual feeling for Song Shuben, he was aroused by the poison, and when he heard Song Shu's voice at the most difficult time, he just wanted to pin him down angrily...

Let him only have himself in his loving eyes.

It's good to make people cry.

He closed his eyes to suppress the anger and thoughts in his heart, secretly spurned his defeated concentration, turned his head and refused to look at him, and tried to make his voice the same as usual: "I'm fine, you go out first... I'll wear a suit The clothes will come out."

Song Shu carried the moonlight behind his back, his face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. It took him a long time to reply: "Are you poisoned?"

Before Master Song could reply, he raised his hand and lit the wall lamp on the wall with a torch.