After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

In just half a year, he did clearly feel that Song Shu's response was not as enthusiastic as it was at the beginning, but became more and more flat.

It seems that he is the only one who has plunged headlong into the passionate love in the past six months, like a young boy who has just begun to fall in love.

Until now, the feelings for each other are as fresh as ever.

Song Shu's reaction already made him feel a little panicked.

Just thinking about it, Master Song still didn't embarrass Song Shu.

He quickly let go of the man, and helped him tidy up his collar, and his expression returned to normal: "You can get down to business. I'll go back first too."

Seeing him turn around, Song Shu pursed his lips and grabbed his wrist, tilted his head and pecked his lips, and said, "...It's snowing heavily, remember to take an umbrella."

Master Song didn't wait for him to keep him, but waited for a comforting kiss. The corners of his lips curled up slightly. After nodding, he grabbed the sable fur and walked into the snow with an umbrella. Soon, his figure disappeared into the snowflakes in the sky.

Song Shu waited until his figure disappeared, then slowly turned his head, expressionlessly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, covered his mouth, and let out a muffled cough.

The veil was soaked with blood.

Song Shu glanced expressionlessly.

Then he folded it up as usual, and threw it into the basin beside him without changing his expression.

The water splashed lightly.

Blood color quickly smudged the entire water surface.

The weather was getting colder and colder. At the end of the year, Yang Chuan finally returned to Beijing after the war, and Luo Jiao held a banquet to welcome him.

The courtiers gathered at the banquet, and some people coveted the marriage of the Song family brothers for a long time. When they asked about it cryptically, the empress laughed and didn't answer.

The two parties were not in a hurry, but King Jingkang became anxious.

Master Song had already passed the age of Guan Guan in August. The young masters of other families were almost married and had children at this age.

There are only his two sons, one is widowed than the other, and they have kept themselves clean so far, coming together from different women.

Originally, King Jingkang was not in a hurry, after all, the important affairs of his family and country came first, he was only worried about Master Song's safety at that time, now that the overall situation has been settled, he began to worry about their marriage again.

Seeing that the empress did not speak, King Jingkang secretly poked his son, covered his face with wine, and whispered: "Ah Chang, do you have someone you want to belong to? Tell him, and His Majesty will give you a marriage. It is also a beautiful thing. "

Master Song paused, and then said: "Yes, yes, but..."

King Jingkang was overjoyed: "Just what?"

Master Song put down the wine cup: "I'm afraid dad won't accept it."

"What's unacceptable?!" King Jingkang disagreed, "Are your father and I such a stubborn person? It doesn't matter if your family background is lower, as long as you like it, it doesn't matter to you."

"Really?"

King Jingkang urged: "Really, tell me. If you say it, Dad will definitely not do anything like beating a mandarin duck."

"That's good." Master Song smiled and raised his head to look in Song Shu's direction, and said softly, "The person I like is Xiaoshu."

"?"

King Jingkang accidentally broke the wine cup in his hand.

There is a lot of wine flowing in the debris on the ground, sticky and damp like the weather that has not cleared after winter.

King Jingkang was furious at the banquet and left in a huff.

As soon as the news about the two broken sleeves of the Song family spread, the courtiers who were thinking about marrying their daughters took a break, but the two protagonists of the incident were relieved.

At night, Master Song carried him to the bed.

There was a fire in the fireplace, and it was warm under the bedding.

Song Shu buried his head in his neck, and the heat was brewing in Song Shu's ears, making his cheeks flushed.

Earlobes as white as jade.

"Daddy is still angry?"

"What's the use of being angry, the facts are here, and it's useless if he doesn't accept it."

Song Shu looked up, and let out a breath facing the ceiling in the dark: "It can't always be like this... You are too impulsive, you shouldn't have said this at that time."

"He himself said he wouldn't do the thing of beating mandarin ducks, and he also said that he is not old and stubborn." Master Song snorted, and gently pinched his waist, "Your sister didn't accept it at the beginning, and she is calm now. ?”

"I've been hiding it for so long, how long are you going to keep it?"

Song Shu paused, and for a moment, he almost thought that this sentence was asking him something.

In the darkness, he couldn't see any expression of Master Song.

There were small and broken voices in the room for a while, and Song Shu suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, suppressing all the voices overflowing from his throat.

He said intermittently: "Wait..."

Master Song was dissatisfied: "Still waiting? How many times? What are you waiting for?"

He frowned and pulled Song Shu's hand down, and was about to bow his head to kiss it, when Song Shu suddenly turned his head, brushed his cheek against his lips, and coughed muffled.

Something spewed out of his mouth with a puff and splashed on the floor.

Master Song was taken aback.

He hurriedly got up, put on his clothes and lit the lamp, and saw scarlet blood all over the ground.

And Song Shu was leaning on the head of the bed with his eyes half closed, his long hair hanging down to his waist, his clothes faded to his shoulders, there were ambiguous marks on his neck and neck, and the quilt could barely hang on his waist.

It was clearly a gorgeous scene, but his bloodless face was pale with death, and the blood on his lips diluted all the extravagance.

In the middle of the night, he insisted on asking the doctor to come over. Several imperial physicians arrived with medicine boxes, and took his pulse for a long time with sleepy eyes. Their eyes became more and more clear, and they changed one after another.

Master Song who was waiting on the side was already impatient, he asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

Song Shu's spirit was like a thread, as if he had expected the current scene a long time ago: "They can't get it out..."

"I'm not asking you!" Master Song glanced over and interrupted him angrily, "I'm asking the imperial physician!"

He scolded Song Shu sharply for the first time, but Song Shu was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips as if seeing some joke, and laughed hoarsely.

At the end of laughing, he even coughed again, and finally he didn't have to suppress his symptoms in front of Master Song. The cough became more and more serious. Master Song immediately got up, his eyes reddened at a loss: "What's wrong with you... What's wrong with you... "

The last imperial physician let go, stepped aside and shook his head guiltily.

Master Song finally understood the powerlessness he felt when Song Shu searched for a cure for Gu poison, but he still couldn't find a cure.

He didn't feel the torment and helplessness until he experienced it himself.

Song Shu's cough became more and more hoarse, and there was no sign of stopping. Master Song drove out all the imperial doctors, poured water, patted his back in a hurry, and handed the handkerchief to his mouth.

Song Shu vomited another mouthful of blood.

The blood-colored flower buds bloomed on the snow-white veil, dazzling and heart-stopping.

"You have always refused to tell us about us...Is it because of this?"

Song Shu regained his composure, leaned into his arms and let out a sigh of relief: "Also...he refuses to make out with you."

Master Song thought it was absurd and ridiculous: "Are you afraid that I will find out? What kind of disease is this? When did you find out? Is there no way to cure it?"

"No." Song Shu closed his eyes and said, "You should know that I will hide it from you, which means that this disease cannot be cured... and this is not a disease, it is a poison."

Master Song was at a loss, and the first thing he thought of was the love poison he had in the first place: "Poison? Gu poison? When did you get poisoned?"

If the love poison should have been cured long ago, could it be the previous epidemic?

But the antidote to the disease has long been available.

"It's not love poison, and it's not an epidemic." Song Shu sighed lightly, "Do you still remember that before I cured you of love poison, I told you about the doctor from southern Xinjiang in the prince's mansion?"

Master Song hugged him tightly: "...I said it, I remember."

"The prince wants me to take a poison. If I don't take the antidote within half a year, the poison will take effect. Therefore, if I want to live, I must obey him."

Song Shu smiled, "He thought I would obey because of this. But he was the one who died first in the end."

In terms of cruelty, Song Shu is no worse than Luo Fang.

Song Shu's hand fell on the jade pendant around his waist. It was the life-saving talisman Song Shu gave him a few months ago, and it was warmed by Master Song this morning.

"I searched the Prince's Mansion after it was raided, but I didn't find the so-called antidote. The Nanjiang doctor told me that it was a poison made by the Nanjiang State Teacher," he murmured, "the only package of antidote Before the house was raided, Luo Fangwen kicked him off."

"Now that I think about it, the bloody disaster that Master Wu Mercy mentioned back then was probably your poison of love."

"If you don't understand the poison of love, you will die."

Master Song grabbed his wrist and said in a trembling voice, "The poison is cured, you are the one who will die."

"Maybe it's because your veil has been on me for a long time, and without your breath, it's not considered your personal thing. Or maybe... that's the meaning of the bloody disaster that needs someone close to me to resolve it?"

A life for a life.

Song Shu smiled, "It's God's will, so don't think too much."

Master Song was silent for a long while: "You kept it from me for so long, why are you willing to tell me again?"

"I'm running out of time, and it's just this little time..."

Song Shu embraced his neck, raised his head and pressed his lips against his lips, his eyes shimmered in the candlelight reflecting his shadow, with some relief: "Since the rest of the days are all stolen, why not enjoy yourself to the fullest?" Some."

Song Master let him lick and bite on his lips, without any reaction, Song Shu was dissatisfied, kissed his Adam's apple, and bit his shoulder:

"Brother...you can't do it anymore?"

Master Song gasped.Lifting his chin, he kissed him with the suppressed anger in his heart.

He half-closed his eyes and listened to the cold wind outside the window, and said after a while: "Brother."

"The plum blossom forest outside the city is in bloom. You promised me that you would take me to see it."

There was silence in the night.

The beauty is charming, swaying in the pale moonlight, crushed in the night.

After a long time, he heard his brother say in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

"Take you to see."

……

Song Shu's illness became more and more serious.

He became lethargic, sickly, coughed up blood from time to time, and fell several times in the snow in the dead of winter.

Master Song gradually stopped going to the camp, and he handed over all the powers of the moat camp to Yang Chuan again, and then took over most of the government affairs that Song Shu needed to handle.

Luo Jiao was very busy with the people's livelihood and the society every day, and King Jingkang was still angry about their messing up, neither of them had any intention of publicizing this matter.

It's just that Song Shu spends more and more time in the dormitory, often unable to distinguish day from night.

Sometimes when he woke up, he saw Master Song sitting at the table in front of him dealing with government affairs, and he even removed the screen in the middle so that he could see himself at a glance when he woke up.

Sometimes when I opened my eyes, it was already the middle of the night in the cold wind, and Master Song would always lie on his side and hug him, even if he tried hard, he couldn't pull it away.

It looks like he wants to melt into his flesh and blood, and he can't live without him for the rest of his life.

Song Shu stopped struggling, turned over and continued to sleep in Master Song's arms.

The days passed and the snow was still falling.

This winter has been extraordinarily long.

Song Shu knew that Master Song had never given up seeking medical treatment for him. According to what he said, what if there is an antidote for this poison?

When he heard the words, he just smiled lightly and did not stop him.

Master Song always boiled some medicine for his health, saying to the outside world that he was too weak, and Song Shu always drank it in one gulp, and then ate the candied fruit that Master Song silently handed over to wash away the bitter taste in his mouth Son.

In fact, they all know it, but they all want to be with each other for a longer time.

Even a day or two more would be great.

On the first day of the first lunar month, the sky in Kyoto finally cleared up after a long absence.