After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Bai Lan froze in place.

During that time, Bai Lan actually spent most of the time with monk Lingxiang, but Jing Xiu never bumped into her, so until now, Jing Xiu has not realized that "Master Wu Mercy" is the one who sent him Raised people.

Now that he was caught off guard and neither side had any preparations, the sudden "mother" seemed to freeze the whole picture. After a long while, Jing Xiu hurriedly took two steps forward, wanting to take a look at Bai Lan's face: "...Is that you? Mother?"

Before Bai Lan could react, it was the monk Lingxiang next to him who lowered his head first, and dragged Bai Lan to their room without saying a word.

Bai Lan paused, and said to Jing Xiu, "Follow me..."

Brother Lingxiang said: "Shut up."

Bai Lan had no choice but to say, "Ah Xiang, I can't hide it...don't be angry, I'll listen to you."

Brother Lingxiang didn't turn his head back: "Jing Xiu... Forget it, come here."

Jing Xiu looked dazed and shocked, and watched the two of them walking towards the other side of the room, regaining consciousness in a trance, not caring about anything else, and immediately chased after him as he said: "Master, mother, you..."

The door was closed, blocking all subsequent sounds.

Yang Chuan and Zhang Wuyi looked at each other blankly, looking at them, Luo Jiao shrugged, not understanding the situation.

Master Song and Song Shu looked at each other, and they both sensed that something was wrong.

An Luan yawned, and walked slowly into her room with her hands behind her back: "Don't worry, it's getting late, let's go to bed."

After such a commotion, Luo Jiao did not forget that Song Shu was going to sleep in Master Song's room, and unexpectedly, Master Song only heard her mention and raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I'll sleep with Yang Chuan. Can you rest assured?"

Luo Jiao paused, looked at him suspiciously, but heard Master Song ask: "Little girl, why are you so wary of me? I am your brother's brother, and if you are thick-skinned, you can be considered your brother. He is not a girl. I I won't do anything to him..."

Luo Jiao rolled her eyes and said, "I don't like you, so I think you have bad intentions."

Master Song looked helplessly calm, looked down at Song Shu, and squeezed his palm calmly.

It wasn't until he entered the room with Yang Chuan that Luo Jiao just looked away and put down his guard for a while: "Brother, you should also rest early."

Song Shu nodded with a smile.

After washing up in the room, he exhausted the lamp and went to bed to rest. His mind was drowsy until a certain moment, when there was a very slight "click" sound at the door.

Song Shu didn't move, and silently grabbed the missing snow that was placed under the pillow before going to bed.

The moment the visitor sat down gently on the side of the bed, Song Shu lifted the dagger cleanly. As soon as he was in the air, he was grabbed by the wrist in the cold light, and gently blocked the strength in his hand.

Master Song said softly, "It's me."

The familiar warm breath swept over, Song Shu's tense nerves relaxed instantly, his back relaxed silently, and sleepiness came back to his heart: "Brother... why are you here?"

Master Song hugged him: "Your sister is so guarded against me, I can't argue with her. I've been separated from you for so long, and it's hard to meet people. How can I really be willing to sleep elsewhere?"

He made a gesture to go to bed, Song Shu stopped his movement, and said with a smile: "I said, why are you so quiet and submissive, so you intend to be a thief in the middle of the night?"

Master Song touched his cheek in the dark, and rubbed it along the contours of his face: "It's not about being a thief, it's about picking flowers."

Song Shudao: "A flower picker is also a thief."

Master Song remained silent, and lowered his head to kiss him on the lips. ""

Song Shu still let him take off his shoes and get on the couch. Master Song lay down beside him, took him into his arms and covered him with the quilt, and asked after a long while: "Qi Yu...did he also want to be with you at the beginning?" slept?"

Song Shu was about to fall asleep, but after hearing this, he regained consciousness, slightly opened his eyes and looked up at him: "...Brother?"

His voice was ethereal, and he seemed to have no landing point in the darkness: "Your memory has recovered?"

Master Song said "hmm": "Probably, I vaguely remembered something when I left Beijing, but it was a little messy."

He turned the subject back: "You haven't replied to me, has he ever slept with you like this?"

Thinking of Qi Yu touching Song Shu with his body for the second time, Master Song felt a fire in his heart.

Not for anyone, but for yourself.

Song Shu said calmly: "He mentioned it, but I refused."

He said softly: "I didn't let him touch me, he spent the night on the ground."

Master Song's memory is still confused, he can only vaguely remember what Qi Yu did when he passed on him, but some of them don't remember Song Shu's reaction.

He muffled: "Really?"

Song Shudao: "Really."

Master Song wanted to laugh, but suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, pretending to be wronged, and said, "That's my body too, if you let him sleep on the ground for one night, aren't you afraid that I'll get sick and catch a cold?"

"Brother, you really ask a lot." Song Shu was a little amused, and continued, "I just thought that it was your body, so I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I covered you with a quilt."

Master Song hugged him tightly and chuckled lightly.

Song Shuyou said: "Brother, you have asked so many questions, should I ask?"

Master Song: "What do you want to ask?"

Song Shu raised his hand, and lightly stroked along the arc of his sharp jaw line, and his fingertips fell on his face, as soft as a feather, bringing a faint itch.

Master Song's Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously.

Suddenly, in the next second, Song Shu's movements stopped.

He put his hand on Master Song's neck.

This posture seemed to be threatening, but because of the extremely light force, it was more like the love between lovers.

His voice was so soft that it seemed like it would collapse in a single blow: "The day before you left Beijing, you met Miss Deng Jiasan. She asked you to go to a teahouse alone as a guest. Later, I was in a hurry, and I forgot to ask——what did you talk to her about?"

Master Song laughed dully, didn't respond to his movements, and didn't reach out to stop him. Following his laughter, Song Shu's fingertips felt the quiver in his throat, and said calmly, "Brother, what are you laughing at?"

Master Song coughed, then stopped laughing, groped for his wrist, and followed his wrist bone to catch his fingertips little by little. His movements were careless but itchy.

He turned sideways and leaned close to Song Shu's ear, breathing wetly: "Laugh at you."

Song Shu paused, not very interested: "Laughing at me?"

"Laugh, you have a good memory. After so many days, I almost forgot, but you can still remember."

Song Shu: "Brother, don't say that, who didn't want me to see Xue Yulin just now?"

Master Song coughed again: "I'm just afraid that that idiot will think of something when he suddenly sees you here... But he didn't react, that's right, I'm afraid I overestimated his IQ. By our side, there is no chance to send news to Jingzhong..."

No matter how nice the words are, in fact, I just don’t want Song Shu to see her

Song Shu's tone couldn't be heard fluctuating, and he lightly kicked Master Song under the quilt: "I'm asking you something, don't change the subject."

Master Song responded: "Okay, let me confess—she came to me because of the marriage contract."

Master Song lowered his head and bit his earlobe lightly, rubbing it with the tip of his teeth, and his voice fell to Song Shu's ear, with a low voice, "She said she has a sweetheart and doesn't want to marry me, and her father doesn't want to marry me either. I didn't want her to marry me, so she regretted the marriage and wanted to elope with her lover."

Song Shu paused, tilted his head and pursed his lips, "What did you say?"

"What can I say about a marriage that both parties are not satisfied with?" Song Shi said, "Didn't you tell that guy Luo Fang that I don't want to marry her anymore? I told her not to elope, it's the reputation of the girl's family that will be ruined." Anyway, even if Luo Fang refuses to annul this marriage, if I go to war, I will not be able to marry her."

"If we go back again, the world won't necessarily belong to his Luo family. Who cares about this marriage?"

Song Shu's breathing became heavier, and he seemed a little uncomfortable: "On the day of feigning death, I just entered the palace to see him on the grounds that I wanted to divorce you. Excuse me to leave for a while, it's just what I want...Brother, don't bite, it's itchy."

"Itchy?" Master Song pulled him back, bit his lip, and slowly rubbed it, "What about this? Still itchy?"

"It hurts," Song Shu said, not knowing whether it was true or false, "Brother, are you a dog?"

"Yes." Master Song bit his lips again, "If you hadn't just arrived today...I would not only bite your ears and mouth, but I would bite your whole body."

Song Shu laughed, "Jiao Jiao is right next door—the sound insulation of this kind of inn is not very good, you don't want to be halfway through Jiao Jiao suddenly kicking in the door, right?"

Master Song hugged him tightly, and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore... Go to bed when you're tired, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Song Shu hadn't slept soundly for several days, and after only a moment in his arms, he fell asleep clutching his sleeves.

In the early morning of the next day, Master Song was awakened by the sound outside the door.

Xiao Er was crying and howling downstairs, crying loudly: "The southern barbarians have entered the city, they have entered the city—"

The group of them rested in the inn, and Zhang Wu next door heard the movement, and opened the door mutteringly: "What Nanzi?"

The shopkeeper was knocking on the door one after another, and said bitterly and bitterly: "A soldier has entered the city - what is it if it is not a barbarian? Guest officer, run away quickly! If you catch it, you will be killed!"

Song Shu was also awakened by the movement, his eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes and asked in a daze, "What's the noise outside the door?"

Master Song let go of the hand covering his ears: "It is said that soldiers from southern Xinjiang have entered the city."

"impossible."

This is a small town outside the city of Guanzhou. If Nanjiang invaded here, then Guanzhou must have fallen. However, the news they received yesterday was that Nanjiang was still in a stalemate with Yizhou, and it was impossible to escape. Shot to attack Guanzhou.

This is why they chose to come to Guanzhou first.

Song Shu woke up suddenly, raised his head and looked at him, Master Song stood up resolutely, threw off the quilt, put on his clothes and went to the window, opened the window and glanced at the street below, then frowned.

Song Shu sat up: "How?"

After a while, Song Shifang looked away, turned around and said, "It's not a soldier from Southern Xinjiang."

"They wear tokens made by the Dazhou military camp."

The Western Zhou court reinforced one hundred thousand troops, and finally arrived here before Nanjiang freed up to besiege Guanzhou.