After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Song Shu firmly believed that "it is impossible for him to be with Master Song", no matter how Master Song explained it, it was useless.

They originally booked a room, anyway, the bed in the inn is not too small, Master Song and him have been living separately from each other these days, without interfering with each other——

If it wasn't for worrying about his safety, Master Song would never allow himself to be in the same room with him.

Don't underestimate a man's endurance, if you stay with someone you like, your self-control will only decline rapidly.

But this time, Song Shu refused to let him go to bed anyway.

He wrapped up the quilt, faced Master Song on his back, closed his eyes, and looked like he would ignore whatever he said.

Song Shixing probably felt that he had said everything, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Since you are willing to detoxify me, you should also like me a little bit - I won't touch you, what are you afraid of? "

Without turning back, Song Shu stretched out a hand from under the quilt, beckoning him to stop, and said indifferently with a pun: "Dreams have everything."

Master Song: "..."

He softened his tone, pretending to be pitiful and said: "It's too cold on the ground, do you have the heart to let me sleep on the ground?"

Although it is April, the air in this inn is not very well circulated, and it is indeed cold to sleep on the ground.

Song Shu was unmoved: "Be patient."

Master Song: "..."

After a while, he sighed, and just about to say something, Song Shu suddenly sat up under the quilt, turned to look at him: "If you don't want to sleep on the floor, that's fine."

Master Song was overjoyed, thinking he agreed to sleep on the bed, he raised his chin and said, "I sleep on the floor."

Master Song: "..."

He reluctantly chose to refuse.

Song Shu continued: "It's really not possible, you sleep on the bed, I'll go to the next door and find Xiaowu to squeeze."

Jing Xiu kept vigil, and had already agreed that he would not sleep tonight.

Master Song is angry: I would rather go to sleep with Zhang Wu than sleep with him. How much do you distrust his character? !

With a sullen face, he pulled out a smile: "No need, you go to sleep."

Song Shu was not polite, and lay down again, wrapped himself up tightly, and closed his eyes again.

Master Song sat at the table with a stiff face, the flames on the candlestick were reflected in his eyes, making the sparkle in his eyes shine.

He paused for a long time until there was no more movement on the bed, then got up again and walked over.

Song Shu turned his back to him, breathed evenly, and seemed to be fast asleep.

Master Song stood beside the bed, his shadow was cast on the quilt, his figure was slender.

But there was no next move.

After a long time, he turned around, searched around the room, went out again to wake up Xiao Er, who had just fallen asleep, and came back with a quilt.

He spread the quilt on the side of the bed and lay down, and blew out the lamp.

The moment the room was plunged into darkness, Song Shu's eyelids, which were originally closed, were raised halfway again, and the bottom of his eyes were clear, without any sleepiness.

He stared at the wall in front of him for a long time, and the hand that was holding Bu Xue was loosened under the quilt.

After a while, he half sat up, threw down half of the quilt on his body, and covered Master Song.

It was a cool night.

The next day, the four returned home.

The return journey did not stop for too long, and two days later, they returned to the Song Mansion in the capital.

On the way back to Beijing, whenever there was a need to rest, Song Shu silently chose to sleep in a separate room with Master Song, which made Master Song regretful and helpless, and could not say anything.

Other than that, Song Shu always treated him as usual.

He also discussed with Master Song that if they want to verify this so-called "prophetic dream", then they need to follow the development of the dream first to see if Master Song's dream can match the reality.

Song Shu said, so that he can believe that Master Song is not lying to him.

Master Song agreed.

He couldn't bring up Song Shu's detoxification, so he felt panicked, so he turned around and asked him if he should find a prostitute to detoxify him.

As soon as the words fell, Song Shu knocked a teacup on the table with a "bang", and said lightly, "No."

Master Song: "You don't want to believe in this dream, but I can't be puzzled by my poison - aren't you also very anxious?"

"If you say you can't do it, you can't do it." Song Shumei Fengli showed a bit of sharpness and coldness, "The matter has not been clarified yet, what are you in such a hurry for?"

He smiled coldly: "I remember I told you that I hate that impostor of yours the most - he uses all kinds of means to force me to be with him."

Song Shu paused and smiled softly: "Brother, you don't want me to hate you, do you?"

Master Song saw that he was really angry, so he quickly shut up.

After a long delay, the rest of the expression on Song Shu's face fell and returned to normal: "How long is it before your poisonous attack in the dream?"

Master Song had already mentioned this matter when he explained the dream before, and Master Song knew that he had a photographic memory, so there was no need to lie to him, so he sighed and said, "The emperor's birthday, the days after the banquet... What are the details?" God I don't remember either."

His words were vague, and Song Shu glanced at him, but nodded without saying anything, "It's still a while, don't worry. I'll talk about it when the time comes."

Song Shu decided to follow the plot in Song Shimeng.

Therefore, the first thing he did when he returned to Beijing was still to find Luo Fangwen.

And the result was exactly as Master Song said, the imperial physicians took turns to check, and they all shook their heads and said, "I've never seen such a poison before."

"I have little talent and little knowledge, and I can't do anything."

Song Shu sent these imperial physicians away, and walked half a circle on the street alone.

In Master Song's dream, he also walked here.

According to what he said, Song Shu turned two streets and stopped at the entrance of an alley.

After a while, there was a muffled "boom" in the alley, as if someone had turned over from the wall and rolled around on the ground.

Song Shu frowned, looking at the figure on the ground struggling to get up, and the bloodied old woman beside him who had passed out.

The man looked up and saw him, he was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed, dragging his knees and crawling forward to grab Song Shu's trousers.

His face was exposed to the moonlight, and the tears still hung on his face. He looked at him with joy and sadness: "Second Young Master Song! Master Song!"

"Save the slave! Save the slave! Please, save the slave!"

"..."

Thunder suddenly appeared in the sky, and white light pierced the sky.

The heavy rain was torrential, like a flood in the heavenly palace, all of which poured into the human world, and the bloodstains on the bluestone board were washed away by the rain.

……

In the medical hall.

The haggard old woman was lifted onto the soft couch, and Liangzi begged in a panic: "Doctor, doctor, please help my mother, she fell and fell on a rock when she was running just now, and she fell into a stream. A lot of blood...doctor, please save her, save my mother, I am willing to do my best for you—"

The old doctor who had been guarding the clinic for many years was used to this kind of scene. He calmly picked up a towel and wiped off the blood on the woman's forehead. There is no shortage of medicine boys—just enough money.”

Song Shu sat in front of the window and added coolly: "Give me enough money to save people from life."

Liangzi turned around, thanking De De for compiling again and again, and said incoherently: "Thank you Song... Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"

The old doctor was most satisfied with dealing with such a cheerful person. He looked at the woman for a moment and said: "The injury is not serious, you don't need to be so panic. It's just..."

Liangzi hurriedly asked, "Just what?"

The old doctor sighed, shook his head and said: "The age of this bone is only over 40, how can it be so haggard... This body has been overworked and sick for a long time. Even if the injury heals, it won't last long."

Liangzi was dazed: "I, I know... Doctor, can't you prescribe some medicine to restore your body?"

Old doctor: "Has she taken any medicine recently?"

Ryoko nodded again and again: "Yes..."

The old doctor asked: "The prescription is..."

He reported a series of drug names, Liangzi tilted his head and pondered for a long time, then nodded again and said yes.

"This is... this is a good prescription given by a famous doctor—is there anything wrong with this prescription?"

The doctor in the hospital shook his head sadly and said: "What a crime...there is no good cure for the disease, it is clearly a poison that kills people! Where did you find this third-rate doctor? It is an insult to my medical reputation! "

Liangzi panicked: "How could it be...that is clearly..."

He didn't continue talking, the old doctor said again:

"Originally, it could have been cured if it was delivered earlier, but it was all caused by this medicine...the old man is also powerless to recover."

The old doctor brought the medicine box and asked the medicine boy to help the woman apply the medicine.

As soon as the potion touched the wound, the woman shivered, opened her eyes dimly, and said intermittently: "Liang... Liangzi."

Liangzi scrambled to the edge of the soft couch, grabbed the woman's raised hand and said, "Mother, I'm here! My son is here!"

The woman struggled to open her eyes, and found that someone was applying medicine to herself, and the surrounding furniture was unfamiliar, so she struggled to get up and said, "Mother is fine...you don't need to go to the doctor's office, you have this money, why not keep it for yourself..." Make contacts in the palace.

As the words came to her lips, the woman remembered that her son was the most honest-hearted, fearing that he would not be able to do things like buying favors with money, so she could only swallow the words in her mouth, and said, "Liangzi..."

"Mother knows that mother is dying... Mother has heard some of what the doctor said just now. You keep the money for the medicine. Mother has something to tell you..."

Liangzi said, "This is the money that the nobleman helped us, don't worry, mother", while leaning his ear towards it.

His expression gradually changed amidst the woman's whisper.

While his mother fell into a coma again, Liangzi consciously followed Song Shu out of the door and came to the front hall of the medical hall.

The house was lit with a lamp, there was a draft, and the heavy rain outside was still continuous.

Liangzi lowered her head, with a dazed look on her face, not knowing what she heard or thought just now, her young baby face was livid.

Song Shu turned around and sat down at the table, with a cold voice: "Tell me, why did you appear outside the palace late at night. What's going on tonight?"

"...It's the third prince."

Liangzi regained consciousness, and said in a trembling voice, "It's him! It must be him—"

Song Shu knocked on the table calmly: "What's the matter with the third prince? You made it clear."

"It's him who brought me to this point, it's he who wants to kill my mother! It must be him!"

Liangzi fell to his knees with a plop, and kowtowed to him in embarrassment: "I beg the second son to be the master of the slave!"

"What can I do?" Song Shu was unmoved, with an extremely indifferent expression, "Slandering the royal family is a serious crime, you have to understand before you speak."

"You can do it! If you work by the emperor's side, if you report the actions of the third prince to the emperor, you will definitely be able to do it!"

Liangzi panicked and said: "I swear, what I said today is true, if there is anything false, it should be struck by lightning that day!"