After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Under the dancing candlelight, the ground was covered with dark red water.

That is the color after the fusion of blood and water.

And Master Song was leaning in the bathtub, the fresh and hideous wound on his bare chest and arm could be seen at a glance.

Song Shu's eyes changed, and as soon as he took two steps forward, Master Song raised his hand and turned his head and said sharply: "Stand!"

When he raised his arms, the water splashed and fell to Song Shu's feet, and the corner of the moon-white robe slid down into a slight arc. Song Shu stayed where he was, frowning and looked at him: "You made the wound yourself? What kind of poison is Gu poison?"

Master Song took a deep breath, and his voice was abnormally hoarse: "It's true that the poison came out... It's the same as the medicine that the counterfeit... gave you before. I've tried everything, but it doesn't work—you first Don't come here, I don't recognize anyone like this now, just in case..."

He paused, propped his forehead and closed his eyes and said, "Anyway, you go out first...let me calm down again."

Song Shu narrowed his eyes, but this time he did not leave as promised, but was silent for a moment, and asked, "If the poison has not been eliminated, how will you deal with it?"

Master Song didn't speak, but the veins on his forehead were faintly popping up again, cold sweat rolled down his angular face, he gritted his teeth, wishing he could stab himself again - it was too painful.

Song Shu took a step forward and said slowly, "I heard someone say today that there is a method... that should be able to detoxify you."

Master Song raised his eyes: "...what?"

"Find someone to consummate the house with you..."

Song Shu said softly: "The doctor invited from Nanjiang said that this is Gu poison from Nanjiang. Symptoms like this...you might as well give it a try."

"...Why don't you give it a try?"

Master Song felt that he was going to be angry and stupid.

He knew that Song Shu had a psychological shadow, and he would definitely not like him, and he never reported such thoughts.

But tell him the method of detoxification so bluntly, and tell him "find someone to consummate with him"...

He still felt a little tight in his heart, feeling uncomfortable for a while.

It was as if the heart was pinched by an invisible hand, and the sourness and anger spewed out from nowhere. The trapped beast in my heart rushed into the cage, and the only remaining psychological defense line was crumbling.

Song Shu's words almost made him lose his mind.

"Where are you going to try it? Go to a brothel? Or hire a prostitute?"

It was hard for him to control the turmoil in his mind, and he didn't bring it up in one breath. He didn't want to get angry at Song Shu, nor did he want to see Song Shu's face, so he gave up on himself and said, "Forget it...you can do whatever you want."

Anyway, he was also thinking about himself, and thinking about it this way made him feel a lot better.

He just wanted Song Shu to go out as soon as possible, and if he was later, he was afraid that he would lose control.

However, Song Shu still didn't move. He stood there for a while, and when Master Song couldn't help but start to chase people away again, he finally said softly, "Brother...who do you want to consummate the house with you?"

Master Song: "..." Why, could it be that if I say whoever it is, you just send it to me?

He said angrily: "Anyone is fine! I won't pick—is it okay?"

Song Shu's expression was obviously driven away, and then he smiled: "No."

Master Song was dazzled by his smile, his hands on the edge of the tub shook, and then he clenched the barrel tightly, with slender and distinct knuckles.

Song Shu walked over slowly, leaning slightly to meet his gaze.

He smiled condescendingly and said, "Brother, anyone can do it? Then - can I do it?"

Master Song: "..."

His face froze, and he suspected that Song Shu was joking with him, but just as the corner of his mouth pulled up, Song Shu put his hand on his shoulder.

The moment his icy fingertips touched Master Song's body, Master Song shuddered, subconsciously grabbed his backhand, grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the tub——

With a "crash", water splashed in the tub.

The moment Song Shu was pulled into the water, he hooked his neck, so he was not submerged in the water, but the ends of his hair were almost soaked, and the corners of his eyes were covered with mist.

The appearance is like that of an exiled immortal who has fallen into the mortal world, and his expression is a bit tinged with the fireworks of the world.

The bathtub is neither too big nor too small, just right for the two of them, the awkwardness is the current posture.

Song Shu sat straddling his waist, raised the tail of his eyes, and said in a frivolous tone, "...Brother?"

Master Song was still holding one of his wrists. The feeling of a living person sitting on his body was too strong for him to ignore, so he could only suppress it and said, "Normal reaction—you get down."

"Brother pulled me in, why do you want me to leave?" Song Shu glanced down, the curve of his lips bewitching, "...Does brother have such a normal reaction to everyone?"

Master Song's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his headache was splitting and his mouth was dry: "...Toxic, can poison be okay?"

"No." Song Shu confronted him.

He stretched out his hand from Master Song's Adam's Apple down to the shrunken bone, his movements were frivolous, his attitude was frivolous and coquettish, and he smiled with ease, "Brother, why don't you tell me, who else have you had such a reaction to?"

Master Song took a few deep breaths, feeling that he could bear it no longer.

"there is no one."

After a while, his hoarse voice sounded in the empty room, with a sigh-like surrender: "Only for you."

The fragrance of plum blossoms in the air seemed to be wetted by the spray, and the moonlight hid behind the clouds. The warm plum blossom petals wrapped the scalding spirits, warming up the fragrance in the room.

In the dead of night, the nightingale's whisper came from nowhere, and the night wind was biting, and as the peach blossoms fell, the peach tree shook more and more.

It wasn't until the wind cleared and the full moon hung high in the sky that the sound of water in the room finally stopped.

Master Song put on some clothes, took Song Shu out of the tub, who had fallen asleep, stepped on his shoes, and went back to the room lightly.

As soon as he put the man on the bed, Song Shu frowned uncomfortably, the clothes covering his body slipped off his shoulders, revealing the marks on his body, and Master Song paused for this.

Song Shu woke up in a daze, noticed his movements, and said hoarsely: "Brother..."

Master Song hugged his slender waist from behind, bit his earlobe, and let out a sneer from his throat: "What's wrong with you? Don't tell me you just can't bear it because I can't detoxify you?"

Song Shu didn't reply. After a long time, he snorted and said in a low voice like a sigh: "I heard that there is a plum forest outside the city. It just passed the flowering period a while ago... If you have time, brother will accompany me to see it."

Master Song smiled, turned him over, and covered the lips that he had coveted for a long time as a response.

In June of the 19th year of Linchu, a total of 800 people died of the epidemic according to the Western Zhou Dynasty.

In July, the princelings were fighting among themselves. The Song family, who had just expressed their position on the side of the prince half a month ago, temporarily defected. Because they listed the evidence of the evil things that the prince Luo Fang had done, Emperor Linchu vomited blood in a hurry and ordered the prince Luo Fang to be imprisoned. dungeon.

The prince refused to obey the edict, and the next day, the private soldiers under his command approached the inner palace of the imperial city.

When Emperor Linchu heard the news, he died violently in the palace. Soong Ziyu, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, left the palace holding the imperial decree and half of the tiger talisman.

The three hundred elites of the guarding battalion arrived late, and Song Yuanqing, the commander of the guarding battalion, held the other half of the tiger talisman, and together with fellow acquaintance Yang Chuan arrested the prince's party, strangled the private soldiers on the spot, cooperated with Song Ziyu, and took down the rebels.

The Song family has made a comeback.

In August, the Song family embraced the second princess Luo Jiao in disregard of obstruction and opposition. The people inside and outside the court were shocked.

The enthronement ceremony is held in August and a half.

When the prince heard the news, he was silent for a long time. After the jailer turned his eyes away, he took poison and committed suicide in the dungeon of the Ministry of Punishment.

Prime Minister Xue Jiong resigned with his wife and children.

On the day when the empress ascended the throne, Yang Yu, Minister of the Ministry of War, hanged himself in the mansion.

In September, the rebellion by the princelings came to an end, and the devastated and riddled Dazhou was back on track. Song Ziyu, a former fourth-rank scholar in attendance, became the regent, and his elder brother Song Yuanqing was the general of the town.

At the end of the month, Southern Xinjiang launched a campaign against Da Zhou.Yang Sanquan, the son of Yang Yu, was ordered by the empress to take over the border tiger talisman and the ten-thousand-thousand army horse, and rushed to the border that day. After that, there was a three-month tug-of-war.

Three months later, Nanjiang was defeated, bowed his head and proclaimed himself a vassal, and signed an agreement with Da Zhou that no violation of the territory would be allowed within 20 years.

On the day the news of the good news reached Kyoto, it happened that the first snow this year fell in Kyoto.

Master Song walked in from outside the house, took off the mink fur on his body, shook off the wind and snow, and threw it aside.

Wrapped in a chill, he wanted to hug Song Shu who was sitting behind the desk and concentrate on handling the memorial for Luo Jiao, but he withdrew his hand after thinking about it.

Song Shu was already used to the habit of hugging him every time he came back from training in the camp. It was strange to see that he stopped hugging him today. He stopped writing and raised his head and said, "What's wrong?"

"It's cold outside. I just came back, and my body is also cold." Master Song rubbed his hands and sighed, "You don't look very good these days. I'm afraid that if you catch a cold... it's hard to be sick."

Song Shu paused, picked up his pen again, and calmly replied with his head down: "You look bad because of your good deeds."

Master Song laughed: "What did I do?"

Song Shu was stained with cinnabar and wrote his comments without raising his head, then he pushed the memorial to him without saying a word.

What is written in the memorial is all trivial things, such as the concubine who is favored by the courtiers and is beating people again, the son of the dude is riding horses in the street again...

Luo Jiao has basically become proficient in government affairs in the past few months, and most of the tasks entrusted to him are such trivial matters.

And the sentence written by Song Shupi is:

No rules, no restraint.

Master Song: "..."

He laughed dumbfounded, "What do you think about me?"

Master Song got up and went around behind him, stretched out his hand to hug him from behind and put him on the desk, stroked Song Shu's lips with cold fingers, then lowered his head and kissed him: "If I don't restrain myself, you should have slept last night until now."

Song Shu let him kiss, and even closed his eyes to respond. After a while, the ambiguous atmosphere in the air had already risen, but he suddenly pushed Song Master's chest and said, "Wait a minute."

He paused, his voice was like a piece of pig iron, hoarse and deep, "Not now, I'm doing business."

Master Song frowned, a little dissatisfied.

In the past few months, Song Shu had also used this reason to prevaricate him, pushing him away suddenly every time at the right moment, his face was as white as a piece of paper just like now.

Master Song was worried that there was something wrong with his body, but he didn't know. He wanted to ask the doctor to show him, but Song Shu politely refused.

Now it's all perfunctory... Master Song couldn't help thinking: Could it be possible...

Is he bored?