After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Master Song rushed out of the door in a hurry, bumping into Zhang Wu, who was running out of breath, "Elder Son—"

Master Song interrupted him in a deep voice: "Prepare water, help Second Young Master wash up, and ask a doctor to come and see."

He was about to step up and leave, but after thinking about it, he was a little worried: Song Shu's appearance, the situation of being in love/drugs is really dangerous, but it is impossible for him to stay, then he will suffer.

So he added: "Find someone who is older and has better medical ethics. Help the second son finish reading and let him wait, I will come over later."

Chapter Five: "..."? ? ?

After Master Song finished giving instructions, he passed by him, patted his shoulder, and left quickly.

Zhang Wu pushed open the door with a "squeak" and saw Song Shu frowning, his face flushed abnormally, curled up on the bed, his expression changed, and he rushed to the bedside: "Young Master? Young Master?!"

Song Shu raised his eyelids tiredly: "Xiao Wu..."

He just vaguely heard Master Song's voice outside the door, as if to say "prepare water" and "come in a while".

He's coming over again in a while?

Sure enough, Zhang Wu hurriedly said: "Young master, what's wrong with you? The eldest son asked me to prepare water, you—"

"Go and prepare water." Song Shu held up his strength, his breath was like a spring, "...cold water."

Zhang Wu went out to look for someone, but Song Shu opened his eyes again.

The wooden door squeaked open and closed. In the closed room, only a ray of light penetrated through the half-open window sill. The sun was already sinking in the west, and the light climbed from the window to the bed, folding into several curves.

The beauty on the bed was lying half-lying, with a hazy expression, half-opened neckline, panting weakly, slender fingers slipped from the cuffs, propped up on the edge of the bed, half-covered in front of the scattered black hair, such movements made his whole body tremble. He looked extremely confused, and his lips were as red as blood.

Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief, and forced himself to sit up with one hand, and then put his feet on the ground, and then they couldn't stop softening. He could only stagger and walk while holding on to the bedposts, and saw the dressing cabinet in the room from one side. Tears welled up in the eyes of the person in the mirror involuntarily. He was obviously in a daze, but his whole body exuded a charming smell.

Even if it is Song Shu himself, who is not narcissistic, this face is indeed a stunner in the world, so beautiful that it is indistinguishable from male to female.

He had never been proud of this face, but in his previous life, even Master Song, who killed him with his own hands, liked this face very much.

So at the last moment, relying on this, he killed Master Song instead.

He has to admit that sometimes beauty is the most poisonous poison.

In the previous life, Master Song Xiao wanted to have sex with him/sex Xiao spent his whole life thinking about it, but in this life again, Master Song had no intention of doing anything, and stopped halfway through and sent him back. In the courtyard of the palace.

He didn't believe that Master Song had a sudden change of sex and asked someone to prepare water for him to wash... Could it be that he will come over later to continue what he didn't finish just now?

Song Shu groped the table and came to the wardrobe in the inner room.

The closet was filled with all kinds of high-quality clothes, simple and complicated, all of which were made for him by King Jingkang according to his size.

From childhood to adulthood, he was held in the palm of King Jingkang's hands and raised as his own son.

Master Song used to love him very much, treating him as his own younger brother. He still remembers that when he was a child, his elder brother would often go out for a few months. When he came back occasionally, his whole body was covered in injuries, but he still bought him candied haws with a smile. Bring him all kinds of fun gadgets.

He held his elder brother's hand to the point of feeling aggrieved, and asked his elder brother to touch his head to comfort him: "Xiaoshu doesn't cry, my elder brother is practicing martial arts. Master said, when I become very powerful, I can protect him." Xiaoshu and Dad are married, so I won’t be afraid of this little pain!”

He is not as old as Song Shu, but he always leaves what he thinks is best to his younger brother, comforting him clumsily like a little adult, thinking about him in everything.

Since when did this all change?

Master Song spent more and more time traveling with his master, and once he didn’t come back for a year. Every time he came back, he would quietly read Song’s book, and then left again. King Jingkang probably didn't know that his son had been back so many times.

In those years, Song Shu had formed a habit. He was used to playing rattles under the corner of the east side door, and his elder brother's voice would always sound from above his head, calling him "little book" softly.

Later, when he grew up, it was not suitable for him to play with toys there. He asked King Jingkang to set up a stone table. He often sat on the stone bench drinking tea, playing chess or reading a book, waiting for his elder brother to poke his head out from the wall one day, bowing his head. He called out to him, "Little Book."

That year, Song Shu didn't even wait for him.

Later Master Song came back, he walked through the gate, looked at the furnishings in his yard all the way, and glanced at him from time to time, with a strange look in his eyes.

Later, Song Shu understood, and that look was strange.

Song Shu is not very lively, he only smiles in front of his elder brother, and wants his elder brother to tease him often. Every time he meets, his elder brother greets him first and guides him to get acquainted.

But that year may have been too long, he didn't know what happened in the middle, but Master Song always spoke with a bit of sourness when talking to him, and his tone was no longer friendly. This kind of atmosphere can't go back.

At that time, Song Shu was unreasonably innocent. He felt that his brother had nothing to say to him. Maybe it was because the time was too long and he was so bored. His brother didn't like to tease him anymore, and he found it boring.

He didn't know what to do, but he didn't want his brother to show such a strange look to him.

He began to approach Master Song cautiously, wanting to see what happened to his brother, so when Master Song showed an appearance of accepting his approach, Song Shu was overjoyed.

Master Song's attitude was beyond the limit of ambiguity. Later, every time he came back, he would fuck and bring things to Song Shu, but he always said a few strange words from time to time, and looked at him with affectionate eyes. .

Song Shu went to pick him up outside the city. It was King Jingkang who went to find him by himself. Master Song’s expression was obviously surprised. He must have feelings for him, and he came back to his senses after being dizzy: Only he and Master Song had touched the teapot, so the medicine was given by Master Song.

He was still unwilling to entrust his life to him, Master Song finally got impatient, his sweet words disappeared, and he started to play cold violence directly. When Song Shu saw him again, it was he who deliberately brought Song Shu to the assassin's foothold, and wanted him to be himself In the end, Song Shu stabbed him to death with a backhanded knife one second before the long arrow pierced through the air.

He had long been on guard against Master Song, but never thought that he really wanted to die by himself.

No matter why he became like this, Song Shu didn't owe him anything.

The moment he opened his eyes again, he was back in the carriage where he had the first intimate contact with Master Song. Before he could recover, he heard Master Song let him down.

He immediately froze for a moment: "What?"

Master Song: "Come down first."

Song Shu: "...Oh." I just came down, I didn't want to continue.

Past life... No, he was actually not sure if it was a past life, because it was like a dream the moment he opened his eyes again, and all the scenes in the dream became blurred and empty, only strong emotional fluctuations It rushed violently into his heart, as if it was just an illusion created when he closed his eyes.

But Song Shu didn't dare to gamble—he would rather believe that it was a real thing that would happen in the future, and he would rather give himself an extra layer of protection.

The cabinet under the wardrobe was opened with a "click", and Song Shu took out a set of silver needles around his wrist like a bracelet, covered it with his sleeve, and took out a small dagger.

These are all weapons that Master Song personally gave him for self-defense, but he was well protected in the Jingkang Palace, and when he rarely used them, he simply locked them in a cabinet and kept them specially for collection.

The blade, which had been covered in dust for many years and had never seen blood, was still shining with a cold light. It could be seen that the material was of good quality, and even the handle was engraved with extremely exquisite patterns, looking closely like a beautiful kitten.

Song Shu saw his blushing face from the light reflected from the blade: the effect of the medicine has not been cured yet.

He smiled softly, with his tongue touching the tip of his teeth, remembering that he had named this dagger "Unable to See Snow", he smiled like the lazy cat on the handle, his pupils shone brightly.

I hope it will not break the old rule of bloodless today.