After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

After the two returned home, they received a letter from Luo Jiao.

After Luo Jiao left, there was no news for a month. Although Song Shu didn't say anything, he was still a little uneasy.

Seeing this, Master Song secretly sent someone to find an opportunity to contact Luo Jiao, and waited for several days before getting back the letter.

The person who contacted was a brother from the Mochengying. He handed the envelope to Master Song, and then said, "Ms. Fang said, this is a handwritten letter. Please open it yourself, Mr. Fang."

It would be too much information about his identity. In front of others, Song Shu always used a fake identity.

Hearing this, Song Shu looked at the letter in Master Song's hand, and was obviously stunned for a moment.

Master Song said: "Thank you for your hard work."

After he stepped back, Song Shu stepped into the room, took off the hat and opened the envelope, and after looking around, the tight corners of his mouth relaxed a little.

He looked at Master Song, sighed, and said, "I thought it was something important, and I wanted her to pass this letter back with her own hands, but it turned out that it was you who sent someone over, brother, and she wrote this letter."

This means that there is nothing important in the letter.

Master Song didn't bother to read the contents of the letter, so he coughed and replied, "I see that you have been troubled by this matter recently, and you are out of your mind. Isn't this for your peace of mind?"

Song Shu shook his head helplessly, put away the envelope and said, "Where is your mind wandering? It's just that you are absent-minded occasionally. Brother, don't you often peek at me, so you know I'm hurting because of it?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head and looked at Master Song playfully.

Master Song coughed a little louder, and turned his eyes to hide it: "How can it be? Don't talk nonsense."

"Is brother unwell?" Song Shu approached a little closer, with a worried face, "Why do you keep coughing?"

In order to change the subject, Master Song nodded quickly: "Well... it's a bit."

The smile in Song Shu's eyes flashed, and he cooperated with him and said, "Do you need to see a doctor?"

"No need." Wouldn't it be a shame to find a doctor?It's just nonsense, there's no need to take it seriously—Master Song shook his head and said solemnly, "Don't worry, it's just that my throat is a little itchy, and it will be fine in a while."

"Really?" Song Shu frowned slightly, then leaned over, stared at his eyes, and whispered, "Where is it itching?"

"is it here?"

Song Shu raised his hand, and suddenly touched Master Song's Adam's apple, and stroked halfway with his fingertips calmly, and then Master Song grabbed his wrist, and his movements stopped in midair.

Master Song's heart was beating wildly, and he stared at him tensely, with a very serious look, with the word "nervous" written all over his body, holding his wrist, and opening his mouth without knowing what to say.

Song Shu smiled slightly. His hand was grabbed by him, and he didn't struggle. Instead, he tilted his head and looked sincerely puzzled: "Brother, why are you grabbing me? Why are you still blushing?"

Can anyone touch a place like Adam's apple?

How can you not blush? !

Master Song's words stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to say it.

Song Shu looked at him for a moment, said "oh", with an expression of "you said it earlier", and sighed: "If you covet my beauty, just say it, and forget about others... Brother, you just do whatever you want to me. I won't even resist."

Master Song sat on the chair, blushing: "...how...why are you so shameless."

"I don't know how to be ashamed? Where am I not to be ashamed?" Song Shu looked down at him and said with a joking smile, "Aren't I beautiful?"

Master Song dodged his eyes and refused to speak.

Song Shu broke free from his hand, raised half of his chin with his fingertips, with an expression of a prodigal son molesting a good woman and man: "Brother talk? Could it be that he has lost his memory, and he can't even praise me for being good-looking?"

Master Song held back for a long time before choking out a sentence: "...you look good, you're the prettiest, okay?"

Song Shu had no choice but to stare at him for a while, until Master Song felt uncomfortable, and then suddenly sighed: "Brother, why are you so dumb."

Master Song: "..."

He lowered his head and approached him, stopped when he was only a short distance away, and said softly: "I'm very happy now, you better stop talking - just kiss me, okay?"

Master Song: "I..."

A look is to refuse.

The emotion in Song Shu's eyes sank.

Master Song paused, and suddenly thought that after he lost his memory, he hadn't had any close contact with Song Shu for a long time.

But when he woke up at that time, the two of them were still sleeping on the same bed. Anyone who woke up and saw the lover who was with him turned his face and denied him, and had to separate rooms and distance, would be sad, but Song Shu also Don't force him, at most just tease him a few times.

He should be... very difficult, right?

Don't spoil the scenery yourself.

Thinking this way, Master Song finally closed his mouth, hesitantly approached him, pulled his wrist, and kissed him on the lips.

The light in Song Shu's eyes gathered again, and he smiled slowly: "That's it?"

Master Song hesitated and said, "Otherwise...what else?"

Song Shu sighed lowly, hugged his neck, lowered his head and kissed him again.

Master Song: "...!"

Depend on.

Tongue!Reached in!

His pupils trembled, and he stretched out his hand to push Song Shu away, but he remembered something, his hand rested on his waist, but he couldn't push it out, his whole body stiffened into an iron plate, neither responding nor rejecting, just like a piece of wood.

Master Song was in a daze, not knowing what he was doing, until Song Shu bit the tip of his tongue in dissatisfaction, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother... you should move."

move what?

... move what? !

Song Shu sensed that something was wrong with him, looked down, sat on his lap, and whispered a smile in his ear: "... So even if you forgot the experience of being with me, your body is still right. I had an instinct."

"That's it for a kiss," Song Shu said softly, "Brother, you're too careless to flirt. It's not much different from the night of the love poison?"

Master Song is about to explode.

He felt that he was indeed poisoned by love now.

It was even more terrifying than being poisoned by love, because the beauty sitting on his lap stimulated him and teased him at the same time.

Master Song kissed back in a daze, gasping for breath, strangled Song Shu's slender and fair neck, leaving hickey marks on it, his mind was in chaos, and vaguely recalled a few fragments.

The bathroom, the wooden barrel, the long hair pouring down like forged silk under the moonlight, and the shockingly white hair that was raised up under his fingers.

Song Shu was already emotionally moved by his kiss, the corners of his eyes were red and misty, and his breathing was uneven. The two of them rolled onto the bed unknowingly, but they were suddenly pushed away by Master Song. They still didn't regain their senses and looked at him blankly. .

Master Song got up, turned his head in a panic and said, "Enough...enough."

Song Shu came back to his senses, and laughed angrily: "The pants are all off, you tell me to stop now?"

Master Song didn't dare to look at him, so he lifted one side of the quilt and covered him, without saying a word, he strode away sullenly.

Looking at the back, it seems to be running away.

Song Shu was so angry that he almost fell over.

He twisted the quilt viciously, took a breath, and finally sighed.Frustrated, he lay down again.

His brother is really an idiot.

Song Shu curled his lips, thinking, at first he thought it was cute to turn into a stupefied young man, but now...

Forget it.

He turned over and decided to keep quiet by himself, so as not to get angry and anger that fool who lost his memory.

Master Song did run away, but he didn't run far.

As soon as he went out, he came back to his senses, felt that leaving Song Shu and leaving like this was a bit like a scumbag, and he didn't dare to turn around and continue, so he could only sit on the steps of the door, covered his face and calmed down for a long time.

An Luan appeared out of nowhere and threw a stone in front of him, "Senior brother, I've been watching you for a long time, what's wrong with you? Why did you ask me to come?"

Master Song raised his head and had probably calmed down. Hearing this, he glanced back and said softly, "Keep your voice down—I've called you over, of course there is something to do."

An Luan walked over playing with the stone in his hand: "What's the matter? It's just in time for something to happen. I've been busy these few days."

"Zhao Xuan and Xu Tian, ​​please watch for me, if anyone has any movement, please come back and tell me right away."

An Luan nodded: "Okay."

Let's talk about Zhao Xuan and Xu Tian.

After leaving the training camp, Xu Tian and Zhao Xuan parted ways. Zhao Xuan was a little puzzled by his actions: "I don't understand what you are going to go to the martial arts arena for a while, what exactly are you going to do?"

Xu Tian smiled: "His Royal Highness's task is really a last resort."

"You can do whatever you want. Next time something like this happens, don't let me go with you."

Zhao Xuan frowned, he didn't care about what mission Luo Fang sent, but he was also a member of Luo Fang's subordinates, so he had no choice but to go with him to help Xu Tian cover up.

After saying this, he quickly turned around and left.

Xu Tian looked at his back with disdain in his heart.

A reckless man.

I really don't know what His Highness accepted him for?

With his passion for the country and the people, can he save Da Zhou, whose building is about to collapse?

It's better to go to Mingzhu and find a way out by yourself.

At dusk, he turned and left, quietly left the city gate, and went to the territory of Guanzhou.

After walking for a while, he looked around and saw no one around, so he dodged and hid in an alley.

Behind him, a figure came out from the corner, it was An Luan in red.

He watched Xu Tian pass by quietly, and looked at the two characters "Prefect" engraved on the plaque of the house on the other side of the street, thoughtfully.

"He went to the gate of the prefect of Guanzhou, and the newcomer was Li Danfu, the prefect."

An Luan sat on the wall and said expressionlessly: "I heard that Li Danfu is also a member of Prince Luo Fang. He probably just arrived here. Xu Tian had no way to contact him secretly, so he took the risk to meet him."

"Did you follow?" Master Song sat by the window and wiped his whip, raised his eyes and asked, "Did you hear what they said?"

"He said that Sister Luo and the Second Young Master came from unknown sources, but you have won the trust of you, brother. He told Li Danfu, Sister Luo created the Detachment of Women, but she disappeared alone after the formation of the Detachment of Women Army."

An Luan recalled with a sullen face: "He doesn't know where the news came from, saying that Sister Luo went to the enemy's military camp alone, disguised herself as a singer, and sneaked into the Marshal's Mansion on the border of southern Xinjiang, intending to assassinate Shan Yuye."

"What did you say?" Master Song's pupils shrank, and the movements of his hands stopped instantly, "How did he know about this?"

An Luan was more shocked than him, and blurted out, "Is this true?"