After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

"Your...Young master, what did you say?"

Zhang Wu looked at his master dully, his expression looked like he had been on opium, and he looked delirious.

Song Shu fastened the buttons on his waist with a "click", and looked back at Zhang Wu from the dim yellow copper mirror, the movement of lifting his eyelids was cold and careless.

However, soon, the coldness in those peach blossom eyes was quickly suppressed, replaced by a serious face: "I said, if my brother is coming later, let him come in directly, but... if you hear The sound of slamming glasses—Xiao Wu, please come in and interrupt us."

Zhang Wu stammered: "Throw...the cup..."

Song Shu nodded.

Zhang Wu's face blushed, and he suddenly said: "Throw the cup as a sign, raise the pole and raise the flag?"

Song Shu: "..." I wanted to nod, but something seemed wrong.

After Zhang Wu finished speaking, he slapped himself in a hurry, suddenly remembered something, and his expression became serious.

He looked in the mirror at Song Shu'an quietly getting dressed. He had just come out of the cold shower. Even Song Shu's hair seemed to be covered with damp air-conditioning, and his face was still flushed with the blush that hadn't faded after washing his face in hot water. The effect of the medicine has not been completely removed, and a direct look with wet eyes can make people fall into it tremblingly.

Zhang Wu looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but said: "Master, you say that, is it because the eldest son treats you something—you know...that's all."

Master Song's liking for Song Shu is known to everyone in the palace except his father. His master knows that he is chasing Song Shu, but almost no one likes these two people: although they are not biological brothers, they are both named Song now. Moreover, they are called brothers. It is hard to imagine that if one day they really get together and the matter reaches King Jingkang's ears, he will be so angry that he will die on the spot.

The main point is that they are all men.

The folk customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty are open, although it is not like the women in southern Xinjiang who dare to walk around wearing a layer of clothes with a fabric ratio similar to that of a modern bikini. The door does not move.Among the upper-class nobles, there are quite a few men who like masculinity, most of them are captives, but it is rare for a man to fall in love with another man, and then pursue the other man.

He is also the only son and adopted son of King Jingkang.

In the eyes of everyone in the palace, those who knew the news did not dare to spread the word. They just watched the fun and felt that the eldest son would leave one day when he lost his interest. But at least for now, Master Song is still on the "pursuing side".

Moreover, Song Shu had shown his intention to accept him before, otherwise he would not have brought someone outside the city to pick him up.

So what's going on now?

Could it be... the eldest son is getting impatient and wants to use force?

No wonder the Second Young Master acted like that just now, if the Eldest Young Master wanted the Overlord to fight hard, then it would make sense...

Zhang Wu was shocked by his own imagination.

This is, this is... a beast!

Song Shu opened his mouth slowly, as if he was about to say something, but Zhang Wu stopped him and said, "No need to say anything!"

He looked at Song Shu sadly, with an expression like a sad old mother who just learned that her daughter was raped: "Young Master, I understand. Don't worry, I will guard the door!"

Song Shu gave him a strange look. He had just tied up his coat when his scalp became numb from Zhang Wu's strange eyes. He didn't know what to ask, so he could only act normally and calmly. The appearance said: "You go out, if brother comes, just knock on the door and let me know."

As soon as the two "buckles" were heard, the light footsteps outside the door had gradually approached, and then Master Song's voice sounded: "Where is your son?"

Zhang Wu looked a little weird, and his voice was a little tense: "Second Young Master... Second Young Master just fell asleep in the room."

"No discomfort?" Master Song asked, "Where is the doctor you invited?"

The medicine given by Master Song is not inhuman or incomprehensible. Song Shu solved it by himself. He rejected Zhang Wu’s proposal to find a doctor for him according to Master Song’s words—how can he find a doctor for things like being drugged?

Zhang Wuyi became nervous for a moment, feeling that the mission of saving the second son was so heavy on him, and immediately said seriously: "The second son is very unwell, very unwell, he just took a cold shower, and he seems to have a fever, the doctor said he The injury is serious——"It is not suitable for strenuous exercise, so you should let the second son go.

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, because Master Song was a little anxious when he heard the front, and he stretched out his hand and opened the door to go in: "Why didn't he send someone to tell me when he had a fever?"

Zhang Wu just swallowed the words he was about to say, and said hesitantly, "...I heard that you are taking a cold shower too."

Master Song: "..."

He stepped into the back room and glanced in the direction of the bed, only to see a figure covered with a quilt, who seemed a little cold, curled up with his back to the door, motionless, as if he was still awake.

Master Song involuntarily lowered his voice, his gaze still fixed on the bed: "Where's the medicine the doctor made, isn't it ready yet?"

Chapter [-]: "...I'll go to remind you."

Damn it, his son didn't see a doctor at all.

Master Song: "Didn't I tell the doctor to wait, and I want to see it too?"

He just solved the problem by himself in the water. Master Song is still not sure if the medicine bought from a small stall has any side effects. If there is, if he can't go back, it will ruin his happiness for the rest of his life.

...so it's better to go back.

Zhang Wu stammered: "Uh... I forgot, I'll ask the doctor to do it again?"

Master Song glanced at him and didn't think much about it: "No need, go and rush the medicine, I'll see how your young master is doing."

Zhang Wu said "oh", had no choice but to back out, and closed the door hesitantly.

He squinted his eyes and looked inside through the crack of the door, pricked up his ears to listen to the movement inside guiltily, and heard Master Song's footsteps walking towards the side of the bed.

Master Song practiced martial arts all the year round, so he could keep his footsteps silent, but he usually didn't deliberately hide his footsteps, so Song Shu could clearly hear the sound of him opening the bead curtain in front of the window after he approached, and the crisp sound of pearls and jade colliding. It was heard, Song Shu was facing the direction of the door, the quilt covered his shoulders, revealing his white underwear and long black hair hanging on the pillow, at an angle that Master Song could not see, the body hidden under the quilt tensed for a moment.

Master Song leaned over, not too close, just wanted to see Song Shu's face, but smelled a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

"Little book?"

Song Shu didn't respond.

Master Song didn't yell anymore, but stretched out his hand tentatively, lowered his voice two degrees, and said to himself, "Do you really have a fever?"

The moment he put his hand on Song Shu's forehead, Song Shu suddenly opened his eyes, but his back was facing Master Song, and neither of them could see the other's expression, so they realized that Master Song just checked the temperature on his forehead and then Withdrawing his hand, his tense body like a frightened bird slowly relaxed again.

Master Song whispered suspiciously: "It's not hot, or is my temperature too high?"

Song Shu turned over and opened his eyes in a daze, as if awakened by his voice, his drooping eyelashes curled up, and the voice overflowing from his throat was low and hoarse: "Brother? "

Master Song subconsciously wanted to take two steps back. Halfway through, he remembered that he was having an affair with Song Shu. It would be unreasonable to immediately distance him, so he finally only took a step back, stuck in place and showed a worried smile: " Woke me up?"

Song Shu looked sleepy-eyed just after waking up, the blush on his face hadn't faded completely, half-closed his eyes and leaned on the bed to get up, half of his hair slipped down from his shoulders, and he was wearing this underwear loosely. His body appeared to be very thin, and the skinny skinny spread from the collarbone all the way to the waist covered by the quilt.

"I'm a little tired, but I haven't fallen asleep yet. It seems that I woke up when I heard my brother calling me."

The way he rubbed his eyes lazily and whispered, like a cat that just finished basking in the sun, was so soft that it could melt your heart.

No one can notice that such a soft and innocent beauty is clasping a dagger that is half protruding from under the pillow and covered under the quilt, rubbing it vaguely, but there is still a trace of innocence and laziness on her face. With a coquettish smile.

With such an expression and tone, if someone else was there, both men and women would be so disturbed by his smile that their hearts would tremble, and they would directly bow down to Song Shu's long skirt... Ah no.under the robe.

Only a steel straight man like Master Song, apart from the momentary stupefaction at the first glance, began to look at Song Shu calmly, with his hands behind his back, keeping a sufficiently polite distance, and his face was full of concern and expression. : "Xiao Wu said that you are very uncomfortable, is it because the effect of the medicine has not been relieved?"

No, that's his nonsense to lie to you.Actually I'm fine.

Song Shu has a peculiar physical reaction, his emotions are not easy to show on his face, except when he is shy, but even in his previous life when he was that silly, white and sweet core, he seldom blushed, but when he met other people In terms of factors—such as the efficacy of Mei/medicine, such as dizziness caused by steaming hot water.

Then his face will create an abnormal flushing state, referred to as sickness, it looks like he is burning hot, and it is not easy to lower the temperature.

Master Song didn't know this point, and Song Shu didn't intend to use this point to gain sympathy, but just wanted to cover up the foolish boy's lie, so he leaned on the side of the bed showing some laziness and sickness, half-casting his eyes: "Actually, it's still true. good."

Master Song couldn't tell if he was faking it. If it was a faking, then he, a gold-medal director who had seen all kinds of movie stars and actresses, was indeed a genius to be able to hide it from him.

He said "Oh": "Well, then I will go to see the father first, you have a good rest, I...cough, I will come to see you when my brother has time."

Song Shu paused for a moment, a little surprised that he didn't want to do anything, he really just came over to take a look and left, but he kept in mind that no matter what, he must first maintain the "brother control" personality, according to his previous personality, Master Song wants to leave, he should...

"elder brother!"

Master Song paused when he turned around. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Shu throwing off the quilt in an uproar, as if he wanted to get out of bed, and got up in a hurry because of his weakness. His feet in white socks were stirred by the boots beside the bed. It looked like it was about to fall forward.

Subconsciously, Master Song turned around and squatted down quickly, grabbed Song Shu's arm as quickly as lightning, and even lifted him halfway up, Song Shu then uncontrollably leaned towards him.

Accidentally, it turned into an ambiguous posture of half hugging and half hugging.

Master Song: "..."

Song Shu: "..."