After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

"Huh?" Master Song frowned, "Why didn't we interrupt his plan first, directly replace his position and connections, and support Luo Jiao's position?"

This is the normal development in his memory.

Considering the deviation between his memory and reality, Song Shu patiently explained the current situation again.

Fortunately, this time, Master Song did not show a blank expression, but suddenly realized: "Oh, you want to play a different plot line? I understand. Now the emperor is still in a coma, and Luo Fang has already controlled the government."

Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief: at least Master Song listened.

He nodded: "In today's court hall, after discussing with the courtiers, they have decided to use troops in southern Xinjiang. However, due to the emphasis on civil affairs over military affairs for decades, and the three border cities have been captured, almost all the generals who can be used have been killed or have already surrendered." There are not many people who can be sent to be worthy of great positions."

"At this time, Luo Fangwen will definitely not refuse if my brother asks himself to leave Beijing to go to war. After all, I remember that even the commander of Jinyiwei said, brother, your martial arts skills are very good."

If Master Song went to the expedition, it would be a good thing for Luo Fang, and it would solve the immediate urgent need, and since Song Shu and King Jingkang were still in Beijing, it was absolutely impossible for Master Song to rebel.

As for Master Song, the defeat of the Song family could be delayed for a while. After all, Song Shu's life experience should not be hidden for long. Instead of waiting for the disaster to come, it is better to ask for an expedition.

Away from the sight of Luo Fang and the emperor... Doing anything is convenient.

However, Master Song raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "I lead the army? What about you and dad? And Luo Jiao, Yang Chuan and the others..."

"I have my own arrangements, but I just need your cooperation." Song Shu pressed his wrist, stared into his eyes and said softly, "In front of the family and the country, those personal grudges can be put aside."

Master Song was taken aback, and was about to speak, but Song Shu smiled slightly: "After the foreign enemies are dealt with, we will have time to deal with the family thieves."

Yang Chuan didn't come back until that night.

When he came back, his face was calm, and he seemed to have calmed down completely. Jing Xiu replied to Song Shu: "Mr. Yang went to a wine shop after he went out. He was drinking all afternoon, and fell asleep until just now."

It doesn't look like it's okay.

However, if he insisted on pretending, Master Song and the others couldn't dismantle it.

After hearing their plans for the future, Yang Chuan sat up straight with his slightly hunched and decadent body.

He raised his eyes, and said in a deep voice for a while: "I also want to ask for orders to go to the war. I will go out of Beijing with Brother Song and you."

Master Song: "But..."

"My worries in Beijing are gone," Yang Chuan paused, turned his head to wipe his face, and said with his head down, "... from now on, I will be alone and die in a horse leather shroud on the battlefield is my biggest dream."

What he meant was that he was completely disappointed with his father and wanted to break up with the Yang family.

Master Song sighed and looked at Song Shu, spreading his hands.

Yang Chuan thought for a while and asked, "Does the Second Young Master want to stay in the capital?"

Song Shu shook his head: "I'll go with my brother."

Yang Chuan was puzzled: "But the second son is now a civil servant and still works in the palace, this..."

Song Shudao: "I will arrange the timing and feign death to escape."

"..." Yang Chuan stood up suddenly and said in shock, "Fake death?"

After discussing the matter, Yang Chuan returned to his yard.

Song Shu got up, used to go back to his room to rest, Song Master called to him: "Little Shu, where are you going?"

Song Shu was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts came back. Seeing that he was about to hold his hand very skillfully, he lowered his eyes to look at the two hands that were intertwined.

As far as he is concerned, in fact, the contact with his brother in the past two days has been too intensive. Although there is no discomfort, it still makes him have a strange thought:

How did his brother treat him in the dream?Why do you like to use hands and feet so much?

How many times have you practiced in your dreams to make your movements so natural?

"I'm going to wash up." He gave up the struggle of room allocation.

Unexpectedly, Master Song said, "I'm with you."

"?" Song Shu's eyes moved from their hands to his face.

Master Song didn't change his expression: "What's wrong?"

Song Shu couldn't open his mouth: "I'm going to wash up, what are you going to do?"

Master Song was surprised and said: "What else can you do, of course it is to wash together, we have been in the bathroom before... Cough, why, you still want to play the same thing before we were not together?"

Not less in the bathroom...

Nothing missing?

Song Shu was quite amused: "Brother."

Master Song: "Huh?"

Song Shu raised his eyebrows: "Why did I suddenly remember that you seemed to have sworn an oath at the bottom of the cliff?"

Master Song paused: "...What?"

"You don't remember?" Song Shu looked very surprised, "Let me think about it, who said that he only treats me like a younger brother?"

Not only that, at that time Master Song himself thought that he only had family affection for Song Shu, but not love, so he swore without guilt.

Who would have thought that in just a few months, this would be a slap in the face.

Master Song's eyelids twitched, he looked up at the ceiling, and said calmly, "...Who is it? It's not me anyway."

Song Shu chuckled: "I swear that if I break the contract, I will be struck by lightning on the same day."

Master Song said indifferently: "Then let the lightning strike me to death."

"Aren't you straight?"

"God told me to bend, I had to bend."

Song Shu laughed and said, "Who is 'Heaven'? God's will?"

Master Song lowered his head and kissed him again, thought for a while and said, "You are my 'Heaven'."

The smile on Song Shu's face stopped for a moment, and he pursed his lips that had been kissed by him: "What do you mean?"

Master Song: "Food and sex, I feel tempted when I see you, and I can't control it. You are my providence."

Song Shu glanced at him lightly: "The love words are nice...Brother, then you are admitting that you are only interested in me for sex?"

Judging by his expression, whenever Master Song said "yes", he would walk away in a huff.

Master Song felt a chill down his spine, and said very earnestly: "Of course not."

He lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's love at first sight, and it's also love after a long time."

The next day, as he said, Master Song submitted his resignation to Prince Luo Fang, asking for orders to lead the army.

Yang Chuan, the magistrate of the city guard camp, asked for orders to follow him.

The prince pressed down his resignation, and approved it half a day later: yes.

At the same time, due to the severity of the epidemic in the past few days, after the antidote prescription was distributed to the people, King Jingkang took the initiative to dissipate his family wealth and add a helping hand to the Tai Hospital to rescue refugees.

Song Ziyu, the second son of the Song Dynasty, a bachelor of the Imperial Academy, invited himself out of Beijing to help the people with porridge outside the city with the imperial physicians.

Prince approved.

The expedition was imminent, Luo put it down and was generous, and directly passed half of the tiger talisman to Master Song, and the expedition would be made in three days.

Song Shu also made preparations for leaving Beijing.

After the national teacher died, they went to see Ling Jiu in the sky prison. Ling Jiu was in a daze for a long time when he heard the news. They all thought that this woman had a deep affection for the national teacher, and she must be mad because of it.

As a result, on the third day in prison, she ran away from the prison.

The news of her escape reached the prince's ears, and Song Shu, as Luo Fang's staff, was also kept by him for a long time, until it was almost night, when it suddenly rained heavily outside the house, and the lightning and thunder finally interrupted several people.

Only then did Luo Fang raise his hands and let them go back.

It was already midnight when Song Shu returned to the Song Mansion, he got out of the carriage with an umbrella, the mansion had already been lit up, only Master Song's yard was not emitting light in the rain.

Song Shu found it strange that he had been used to sleeping with Master Song in the past few days. In the past, Master Song would wait for him to come back bored in the study or dormitory, but today there was no movement.

Where has he gone?

Song Shu suddenly remembered that according to the original plot line, today is the day when Master Song got poisoned.

He turned his head and went to the bathroom, and sure enough, he saw Jingxiu squatting under the eaves of the door——

He originally followed Master Song because Brother Lingxiang wanted him to monitor when Master Song would return to normal.

Later when Master Song came back, he never mentioned that he would leave, including Brother Lingxiang, everyone agreed that he was with Master Song by default.

Song Shu stepped forward, raised his umbrella and asked him, "Jing Xiu, is the eldest son inside?"

Jing Xiu nodded: "Young Master came here suddenly today, and stayed in the bathroom for half an hour. If you say that Second Young Master is back, tell him, I'll go in right away..."

"No need." Song Shu lifted his robe and stepped over the threshold, the hem of his clothes was wet by the crackling rain on the ground, "I'll just go in."

Jing Xiu scratched his head and said "oh".

Song Shu entered the yard, threw the umbrella on the steps, and knocked on the door: "Brother."

He knocked on the door just as a courtesy, because he knew in advance that Master Song would be poisoned today - it was purely an accident that he would forget.

So he knocked on the door, and before waiting for a response from inside, he said, "I'm in."

Master Song did not turn off the lights this time as in his dream.

Leaning in the bathtub, he opened his eyes tiredly, saw a figure at the door, and said hoarsely, "Xiaoshu."

Song Shu stepped forward: "It's me, brother, are you poisoned?"

His hands rested on the edge of the tub, and his clothes were still stained with rain, making him look a bit hasty.

Master Song resisted the thought of dragging him down, blinked a little aggrieved, and said in a low voice: "You really poisoned me, let me experience the first time feeling?"

At such an eclectic and ambiguous moment, Song Shu was a little dumbfounded by his words: "What's the first time...Brother, could it be that you have done this kind of thing before?"

He knew that Master Song's memory was messed up, and he refused to believe that everything they experienced was a dream, so this sentence was just to tease him.

Unexpectedly, Master Song said, "Haven't I done it with you many times?"

Song Shu paused, narrowed his eyes and said, "Brother, I've said it many times, it's just a dream."

"I've never experienced it once," Song Shu leaned over and whispered, "You can't take the dream seriously and think that I have experienced many battles... I can't stand it."

He raised his hand, and his pale fingertips landed on Master Song's shoulder, "Do you want to do it?"

Master Song stared at him with red eyes.

It wasn't hot, and it couldn't possibly be crying.It's suffocating.

He said in a hoarse voice, "If you said it was the first time, it's the first time."

Song Shu was pleased: finally he was obedient.

However, Master Song said again: "Actually, I also regret it. I remember the first time I was here. You cried and said it hurt. This time I will be gentle...how about we go to the dormitory?"

Song Shu: "..."

He hooked Master Song's neck rather angrily and blocked his remaining words: "Shut up."

Master Song closed his mouth in a kind manner, and quickly turned his back on the guest.

He got up from the bathtub with Song Shu in his arms, and the sound of water woke Song Shu up. He pushed Master Song back with a pleasant smile, but his tone was a bit gnashing of teeth: "It's right here."

He can't cry.

It was just a dream. What did his brother do with him in the dream? !

Master Song gave a low laugh and kissed him again.

The candle flames were long, the draft was startling, the white light pierced the sky, and the sound of water was dripping inside and outside the house.

What is different from the dream is that in Kyoto tonight, the peach blossoms withered overnight, and the storm came unexpectedly, just like the court that is currently turbulent.

Song Shu also didn't eat the Gu poison that later killed him.

The same as in the dream, they intertwined their fingers in the flickering lights.

In the next few years, it will continue to be entangled like this.