After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Song Shu sent him away during the period, and then created a big fire, killed two guarding guards, left two charred corpses, left from the secret passage in the palace, disguised himself, and waited outside the palace. Hugh and the others met, and came to join Master Song overnight.

He didn't mention this matter in the letter because the time was too hasty, Song Shu was afraid of long nights and dreams, and he was also afraid that he would be distracted and worried, so he only mentioned the meaning of the letter in a few strokes.

Speaking of it now, Master Song was stunned as expected.

Song Shu looked at his expression, and said softly after a while: "Do you think I did something wrong?"

"Huh?" Master Song returned to his senses, "What?"

Song Shu lowered his eyes, put his hands on his lap, his slender white fingers were in stark contrast to the color of the black robe: "It's a very risky thing for me to let my father stay in Beijing. I didn't discuss it with you, so I did it privately." decided."

He paused for a moment, with no expression on his face, but his tone was extremely light: "I didn't even bring out the hidden guards of the palace. I told my father that if he is in danger, I will leave the capital by myself through the secret passage in the palace and send a letter to We, I will let people go to meet..."

"It's not my brother's fault, it's my fault." Luo Jiao interrupted Song Shu, put her hands behind her back, lowered her head awkwardly, "I was the one who mentioned that I would leave with my brother, if I don't leave, my lord won't stay there anymore..."

Master Song looked at this, then looked at that, it was a little funny: "Why do they all seem to have done something wrong? I didn't say to blame you."

"This is the king's own choice. He discussed it with you, and he discussed it with me. You have considered it thoughtfully enough."

Master Song pinched Song Shu's fingers calmly, then turned his head and said to Luo Jiao: "It's really useless for you to stay in the palace, but if you want to feign death and go out of Beijing to start again, the previous plan will be cancelled. If you have time, why not tell me what to do now."

They had discussed before and let Luo Jiao stay in the palace, and what they were waiting for was to eradicate the foreign enemies and rebel with their troops, cooperate with Luo Jiao inside and outside, and directly usurp the throne.

However, when Luo Jiao faked her death and left the capital, her status as an imperial concubine would be revoked. When the time came to return to the capital, what identity would she use to ascend the throne?

"I want to leave the palace because I hate being the daughter of that old guy." Luo Jiao frowned, "But if I can come to the throne with this status of princess, I don't mind returning to Beijing with this status."

Her mother died in the palace.

She was originally a swan in the sky, but she was locked up as a caged bird for half her life.

The emperor brought people into the palace for a moment of lust, but what he got in return was that the three of them, mother and son, were separated by yin and yang and separated for more than ten years.

For more than ten years, she guarded the palace wall, waiting day after day. She couldn't imagine how her mother survived those eight years, because she couldn't wait for that gentle woman to hug her again. She said "Jiaojiao".

She was ignorant when she was a child, and always wanted to see her father. Later, she found out that her father was dead, and the person she regarded as her father had never seen her in the future.

When she didn't want to see her anymore, and she was full of hatred for the so-called "Royal Father", Luo Fang took her to see her again.

Her short ten-year life was full of drama.

Even the status of "Princess" is only mocking.

Master Song nodded, and was about to answer, when there was a sudden roar from outside, which made Luo Jiao tremble, and she turned her head and said, "Where is the movement? Who is this?"

Master Song closed his eyes and held his forehead: "The one next door is a spirit beast."

The word "spiritual beast" really fits Xue Tong's image very well.

On the way here, he was as noisy as Nezha and never stopped. Every time, Yang Chuan had to touch his dumb acupoint to calm down for a while.

It seems that this time it's time for acupuncture again.

As soon as Master Song and the others left the house, they saw monk Lingxiang angrily walking towards the next door on the other side, no mercy... No, Bai Lan changed into a normal dress, and finally her long hair was no longer coiled up but put down to her waist , the warm and elegant temperament is fully displayed.

She followed behind Brother Lingxiang, and persuaded in a low voice: "Ah Xiang, don't be impulsive. If you attack, you will kill people."

Brother Lingxiang said: "How long have I endured him! There's no end to it! If you don't beat him to death, I won't be named Fu today—"

She slammed the door open.

Bai Lan glanced this way, her eyes paused on Song Shu, probably surprised that Song Shu had arrived, then she nodded at them and followed them.

Song Shu was about to pass by, but Master Song reached out to stop him and said, "Do you want to go and rest for a while?"

Song Shu paused, followed the hand he was holding in front of him and landed on his face, tilting his head to express doubts.

Master Song coughed and looked up at the sky: "Aren't you tired?"

"It's okay." Song Shu's reaction to him was very novel, and he deliberately thought about it for a while, seeing that he refused to meet his eyes, he asked, "Why didn't brother let me go?"

Master Song said without changing his face: "I don't have one, but you run around all night and need to rest..."

Song Shu interrupted him with a half-smile: "I just want to go and have a look, and I won't be more tired if I don't sleep for a while."

Master Song: "..."

He was speechless for a long while, and the two of them also looked at each other for a long while. Luo Jiao at the side felt that she was also being treated as a transparent person and stood there for a long while, looking at this and that, feeling that the atmosphere was not right, and finally couldn't help interrupting them : "Hey, if you want to see it, go and see it, why are you dawdling? Brother, I will take you to see it, let's go!"

Master Song: "..."

He stood there for a while, and waited for An Luan, who was opposite him, to come out of the room. Then he sighed and followed.

In the room, Xue Tong was sitting paralyzed on the ground, Yang Chuanzheng and Bai Lan were standing in front of each other and pulling behind, and monk Lingxiang was caught in the middle, full of resentment: "You won't stop until you teach me a lesson, little brat. Already?! Yelling every day, yelling about your grandma’s legs?!"

Yang Chuan: "Well...Master Lingxiang, please calm down..."

Xue Tong sneered: "You hit me if you have the ability? I'm going to yell! What's wrong with my yelling?! You locked me up tightly and didn't allow me to vent? When did I suffer like this in Beijing? Don’t dare to yell at me like that! Who are you?!”

Bai Lan: "Ah Xiang, people will really die."

Brother Lingxiang: "Let go of me and I'll kill this ignorant little bastard! How come you have never seen the world, you bastard little grandson, your father is a grandson in front of me! You still mention your father! It really counts Come on, you are my great-grandson!"

Xue Tong poked his neck back: "You are so powerful, why don't you dare to hit me! If you have the ability, you will really kill me! I will not live! What is the ability to talk about it!"

Brother Lingxiang was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke.

Yang Chuan: "...Senior, why don't you beat him up, don't beat him to death."

Bai Lan: "...I think so too."

Then both of them let go of Brother Lingxiang.

Xue Tong: "..."

Brother Lingxiang was overjoyed. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to teach him a lesson when a voice suddenly came from the door: "Senior, wait a minute."

Xue Tong's mouth cannon was crackling, and when he saw that the two had stopped trying to persuade him to fight, and Brother Lingxiang was really going to attack him, he immediately jumped up in fright.Wen Sheng also looked at the past with everyone, reacted immediately, and said in surprise: "Little book!"

Master Song has already followed, stood behind Song Shu, and stopped back with a cold voice: "You can also call ''Little Book'?"

Xue Tong scrambled and ran towards him, as if seeing a great savior: "Little book, save me! These gangsters want to kill me! They enslave me to do this and that, and they don't allow me to go out. □! You are working with the emperor, you report them! Let them all search the house!!"

Song Shu: "..." Why does everyone think that if he works by the emperor's side, he will be able to report successfully?

The tone is still natural?

Master Song: "..." Confiscating the house?If you asked the emperor to confiscate the house, he would do so?Is he your father or your ancestor?

Everyone: "..." Who is the troublemaker?Who is going to kill you?Who □□ you?Who enslaved you?

These words are really too much to say.

Song Shu dodged his grasping hand, took a step back, looked up past him and said to Brother Lingxiang: "Senior, he can't die."

Xue Tong was overjoyed: "Sure enough, Xiaoshu, you still protect me—"

Song Shudao: "Senior, if you are really angry, I have a solution."

Brother Lingxiang paused halfway with his sword drawn: "...what can I do?"

"Didn't he say that we enslaved him?" Song Shu smiled, "If it's not what he wants, I'm sorry for his slander."

Song Shifu was in his heart, and when his voice fell, he answered: "Yes, I think there is still a lack of a cook in the barracks, Mr. Xue, how about going to exercise?"

Xue Tong stared: "I don't know how to cook!!"

Master Song: "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to cook. It's been said that you want to exercise. Since Mr. Xue was entrusted by the prime minister, I alone decide what to do, and you have no right to refute."

Seeing Xue Tong pointing at him "you you you" for a long time without "you" saying a word, he said leisurely: "Mr. Xue, if you really don't want to be a cook, you can do it. I'm still afraid that you will poison us to death——Hurry up The carriage still lacks a coachman, this is quite suitable for Mr. Xue."

Xue Tong: "You fart! Where does it fit?!"

Master Song pretended to be surprised: "I can never forget Mr. Xue's heroic demeanor parading his horse through the streets in Beijing. Could it be that Mr. Xue has forgotten how he is proficient in equestrianism after leaving Beijing for a few days?"

Xue Tong was furious: "Your mother Xipi! I—"

"Okay!" Brother Lingxiang stopped him, "Just do what Ziyu Yuanqing said."

He glanced at Xue Tong, sneered, let go, and put the sword back into the scabbard.

In the sound of "stabbing", Xue Tong shivered from her gaze, and muttered in a low voice: "She is still wearing a messy ghost mask, she must be an ugly stinky woman."

An Luan, who had been standing by the side happily watching the show, narrowed her eyes.

Bai Lan walked past monk Lingxiang, looked at Xue Tong indifferently, and said coldly, "Mr. Xue, what did you just say?"

Xue Tong: "...No, I didn't say anything, saying that I am an ugly monster, so ugly that people and gods are angry—"

He argued incoherently, and Bai Lan's look made him terrified. This time, it was Brother Lingxiang who pulled Bai Lan and tried to dissuade him in a low voice.

After all, Bai Lan's complexion finally returned to normal.

The farce ended and everyone left the room. Just as Master Song was about to speak, two figures came up from the stairs.

Jing Xiu saw Master Song first, and stepped forward quickly. Just as he said "Master", he suddenly saw Bai Lan bowed his head and turned his back, pulling Lingxiang to leave.

This silhouette was very familiar, and it overlapped with too many dreams in the past, breaking through the last layer of hazy tulle in his heart.

Jing Xiu was stunned for a moment.

He blurted out: "...Mom?"