After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Song Shu broke away from his hand when he left the palace gate.

His expression was cold, completely different from what Master Song remembered.

Master Song looked at him flicking his sleeves and walked forward without saying a word. Feeling a little anxious in his heart, he said helplessly, "What are you doing?"

"I'm making trouble?" Song Shu lifted his robe and stepped into the carriage, and heard his words as soon as he opened the curtain.

He frowned and turned his head, looked at Master Song, and said sneeringly: "Yes, I'm making trouble. I haven't asked you yet, why did you accept that marriage at the banquet just now?"

Master Song withered instantly, and said with a guilty conscience, "...I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

Song Shu smiled slightly, not wanting to argue with him here, turned around and opened the curtain and sat in.

He was staring at his wrist that was pulled by Master Song. It was still fair and beautiful, but he seemed to see something dirty. He took out the handkerchief in disgust, dipped it in the spare water on the carriage, and wiped it off. again and again.

As soon as the carriage moved, the wooden boards outside the carriage sank, and the curtain was lifted again, and light came in.

Song Shu raised his eyes, saw Master Song again, wiped his wrist for a while, then lowered his eyes as if he didn't see him, and continued to wipe.

Master Song sat beside him, seeing his movements, he hesitated to speak.

Song Shu didn't even lift his eyelids, he got up the moment he sat down, and sat on the other side.

Master Song: "..."

He took a deep breath: "Xiaoshu, listen to my explanation..."

This "little book" made Song Shu's eyes feel a little strange, he paused, just when Master Song thought he would ignore him, he stopped and looked at Master Song, raised his chin and said: " OK."

"Let me hear how you want to explain it?"

Master Song: "..."

Can't explain it.

The strange atmosphere in the carriage was rising steadily. Song Shu looked at him for a moment, as if he had expected his reaction long ago, with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes, he lowered his head again.

Master Song gritted his teeth and broke the silence: "I was confused when I received the imperial edict. I made a mistake... I'm sorry."

Song Shuli ignored him.

Master Song continued to hesitate and said: "But...you didn't accept my overtures, you have been hanging on me for so long and refused to be with me, my poison can't be cured... don't you want me to be poisoned directly? Die? Why can't I accept this order?"

The more he spoke, the more confident he became: "I don't think I'm wrong, who are you to me? Is there any reason to control who I marry?"

Song Shu sneered for a while, as if he didn't take Master Song's words to heart, nodded and said, "I'm really not yours."

Seeing that the provocative method didn't work, Master Song felt a little annoyed, and quickly lowered his voice: "Little Shu...you know I like you, and I still want to be with you. If you agree to detoxify me..."

Song Shu slapped his outstretched hand in a cold voice: "I don't agree."

The impatience in Master Song's eyes became even worse, and his voice also cooled down: "You don't eat the toast, you don't eat the fine wine, you pretend to be so noble, and you don't see how reserved you are when you sacrifice yourself in your dream—"

Song Shu sneered, he squinted over, his long and narrow peach-blossom eyes were full of undisguised disgust, the snowless blade on his waist reflected a cold light, the hilt was being held in his hand, half drawn.

He lifted his chin, lazily and proudly replied: "Even if I dedicate myself, I will only dedicate myself to my brother. What are you?"

"Is it still hard to pretend to be someone else's identity?" He lowered his eyes and smiled, and the blade touched Master Song's neck almost instantly.

He paused every word, with obvious malice in his tone: "Fake, brand, goods——"

Master Song froze, his pupils shrank sharply.

-

Time went back a few days ago, in the dark room tunnel of the Wulin Posthouse.

Master Song got up, staggered a bit, clutched his forehead and recalled the memory before he passed out, but when he stretched out his hand, he touched the sticky, greasy, blood-like touch on his forehead.

He came back to his senses in an instant, and let go of it to see: the palm was covered with blood, but there was no abrasion caused by him holding the whip for a long time.

The first thing Master Song thought of was: How long has he been sleeping?Are the scars healed automatically?

However, he quickly put the idea behind him.

Because he remembered why he passed out.

He got into a fight with the man who looked exactly like him.

The other party was the one who had followed him for many days, but his martial arts were not very good.

It's just that even if he knew this, it would be very difficult for Master Song to win - he consumed too much, and this man also had Gu insects to help.

After fighting for only three moves, Master Song knew that for some reason, he didn't seem to want to kill him, but he couldn't hold on any longer.

The other party grabbed his arm at the moment he fell to the ground, and grabbed his shoulder with one hand. In an instant, there seemed to be a tearing pain in the depths of his soul.

Master Song fainted from the pain.

At the moment of losing consciousness, he seemed to realize that he and this person had switched places, and it became him holding the other's arm.

Soul change?

He didn't have time to think about why this kind of thing happened. At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he could only tear off the kit hanging from "his" waist and throw it into his arms.

It was given to him by his master from Master Wu Mercy to keep him awake.

only……

He saw the "self" who was unconscious with his head down turned around, put his hand on his forehead with a smile.

Then his consciousness quickly plunged into darkness.

Master Song looked at his hands now, and thought: Except for the different crimson clothes, even the palm prints are almost exactly the same as before.

Is he the person Song Shu mentioned earlier that he saw in the inn?

Who is this man?Why is it possible to control the Gu insects and appear beside the Saintess Lingjiu?

A flash of light flashed through his mind.

Southern border national teacher.

Except for the dead body of the poison, there was no one in the secret passage, Qi Yu changed souls with him, and now he has gone where he left behind.

Master Song felt that he was most likely to pretend to be himself and return to the inn.

But what is he going to do?

He just changed his real shell, but the counterfeit is still a counterfeit, so what's the point of changing his soul and going back to pretend to be him?

Or do you want to attack Song Shu?

This thought came to Master Song's mind, and his hair stood on end for a moment.

I wonder if Song Shu can recognize him.

Master Song thought for a moment, calmed down, and said to himself: This is different from the usual time-traveling, and it is also different from wearing back into his own body before.

He did not receive the memory of this body.

Then there are two possibilities:

One is that the person used a method to erase the memory retained by the Primarch.

The second is that neither of them got each other's memories.

He hopes to be the second one, but rationally thinks this is impossible - if the national teacher can't get his memory, it's useless to get into his shell, and Song Shu can quickly find out the loopholes in the details.

Master Song decided to go ahead and have a look.

Unexpectedly, this secret passage was different from the one in his dream. He walked two steps, but there was no way ahead.

He went back the same way, and to his surprise the second time, he found the door of the dark room after walking not far away, which was the one he had just entered.

Then he just walked here for a long time, so he just circled around?what happened?

Another word came out silently in Master Song's heart:

hallucinations?

Even things like changing souls can be easily done. This national teacher is really capable, maybe the person who occupied his body for two years before was also him...

Even if not, it should have something to do with him.

It wouldn't be unusual if he could also use illusion.

He groped for a moment, then had a flash of inspiration, and tried to find the switch with his experience in the dream, and he found the mechanism under the wall lamp.

With a bang, the hidden door reopened.

He froze for a moment, then stepped out of the door and closed the door again, at the same time he thought to himself: The national teacher put him here like this, why not be afraid that he would wake up and run away halfway?

Either he will come back, or... No one knows about the fact that the national teacher is here, so he is not afraid that Song teacher will run out.

Because if Master Song appeared in front of others with his shell on, he would soon arouse suspicion, and he would not be able to run away.

Master Song was thinking like this, but felt that this way of thinking was wrong.

He didn't find any clues. After going back, Song Shu must make a decision to return immediately, and the counterfeit will replace him. Such a short time is definitely not enough to do anything, and he has followed Master Song for so long, and he will not fail to guess what Song Shu will do next. decision.

Counterfeit goods can't come back, the first one is ruled out.

And, although I don't know why the tip to stay awake didn't work at first, but he can wake up, and a lot of credit may be attributed to the tip in his arms.

Before the counterfeit left, he should have given him a drowsiness drug, which temporarily restrained the effect of the kit, so that he didn't wake up until now.

If he has been in a coma, the people in the post house will have to leave in two days at the most. At that time, someone will come to check whether there is anything left in the post house, and clean it up by the way, including the secret passage.

Sooner or later he will be discovered.

Moreover, the national teacher was still with the saint a few days ago, so no one will know that he is here.

Article [-] does not hold.

Master Song also heaved a sigh of relief after he figured this out.

He opened the crack of the door to observe the guards patrolling outside the door, pondered for a moment, and thought about it.

He's going to play tricks.

The counterfeit takes his place, and he takes the counterfeit's place.

If you can't find a clue temporarily in the material, then use the verbal formula.

There is just one thing - if that person is really pretending to be him, after returning home, I don't know if Song Shu can see that something is wrong with him.

It's easy to do without inheriting his memory, but inheriting...

Master Song was a little uneasy.

Have to go back and look at it later.

Suddenly, footsteps came from far and near the door.

Master Song's heart skipped a beat.

He originally planned to find a place to hide, but just as he stood in front of the desk, someone stopped in front of his door, knocked on the door and said, "Master."

The voice was very brisk, with sincere admiration and intimacy: "The Gu seeds you gave me a few days ago are used up, I will ask you for some more."

This is Ling Jiu's voice!

Gu species...

Before Master Song could figure out how to reply, someone had already opened the door and walked in: "Master?"

"..."

Master Song standing behind the desk: You knock on the door just to deal with feelings.

Fortunately, he still remembered that he was the "National Teacher" now, so he quickly stopped his expression and said calmly: "I am here."

"The guard said that you stayed here all day today. We just came back yesterday. Although medicine is important, you should not take your body seriously." Ling Jiu smiled and took his hand, "Don't be too tired Yeah."