[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

When the wine entered his heart, Song Qingshu was so drunk that he drank so much.Seeing that Song Qingshu was lying on the table without sanity anymore, Shangguan's third son couldn't help sneering a few times, and said in a dark voice: "If you want to kill or cut, Brother Chen, how do you think about it?"

Chen Youliang vigorously rubbed his cheeks flushed due to drunkenness to dissipate the smell of alcohol, and said slowly: "Shangguan third brother, please be safe! This man is the only son of Song Yuanqiao, the first of the three generations of Wudang, the future head, a rare commodity to live in!"

The rich old man looked at Song Qingshu rubbing his hands greedily, and suggested: "Bring the rope! Tie him up! I heard that the Wudang sect is as rich as the enemy, so ask his father to redeem him with money!"

What responded to him was Chen Youliang's contemptuous look. "Although this person has little knowledge, he has strong martial arts. Half a month ago, he alone broke through the beggar gang's dog-beating formation, and blood flowed into rivers from the Hangzhou branch. Brother Fu thought that with the eight of you brothers staying Can you hold him?"

Fu Lao'er and the others immediately changed their colors when they heard the words, they were all speechless, and only worried: "It's so tricky, what should I do?"

Chen Youliang glanced at Zhou Lanzhi, who was still sitting anxiously beside Song Qingshu, and said meaningfully: "You and my brother's future glory and wealth will be entrusted to Miss Zhou!"

"Me?" Zhou Lanzhi looked at Chen Youliang timidly, her body trembling.Although Boss Fu, the boss, is greedy and violent, he is not as frightened as this gentlemanly and upright brother Chen.

Chen Youliang smiled softly, and ordered: "Miss Zhou, your benefactor is too drunk, why don't you hurry up and help him back to his room to make it a good thing?"

"I, I... yes!" Zhou Lanzhi replied tremblingly, and hurriedly helped Song Qingshu up.

Chen Youliang was also very satisfied with Zhou Lanzhi's understanding, so he pointed out every word: "Miss Zhou, don't be perfunctory with my instructions, and make me angry! Today, Song Shaoxia gave you no less than 3000 taels , you wouldn't hesitate to give him a small gold ingot in return, would you?"

Chen Youliang's words were so vulgar, Rao Zhou Lanzhi and other prostitutes flushed with embarrassment.Fu Laoer and the other five people laughed loudly after being stunned for a moment, and ordered loudly: "Lan Zhi, this is a distinguished guest, you have to do your best to serve him!"

Zhou Lanzhi even claimed it was, and she didn't dare to stay for a long time, she gritted her teeth and supported Song Qingshu to back out alone.

As soon as the two left, Fu Laoer asked curiously: "Why did Brother Chen do such a thing?"

Chen Youliang lowered his head and casually brushed his sleeves, and replied: "Wudang sect has strict rules, as long as we hold Song Qingshu's handle, no matter how high his martial arts are, he will be at our mercy! At that time, Big Brother Fu will be the head of Wudang sect. Maybe, why should you care about the mere tens of thousands of taels?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of contented laughter in the room.

Song Qingshu had been injured and sick during this period and hadn't had a good rest. Zhou Lanzhi helped him all the way to the bedroom, but he didn't feel it was very difficult.

"Young Master Song? Young Master Song?" After entering the bedroom and placing him on the big bed, Zhou Lanzhi bent down and shook Song Qingshu a few times, calling in his ear repeatedly, trying to wake him up.As the saying goes, bustards love money, sisters love beauty, Song Qing scholar is so handsome, and treats her with tenderness, Zhou Lanzhi has no ill feeling towards him, and does not reject sharing the bed with him for a good night.

However, Song Qingshu was so drunk that he couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed, let alone do something else.If it was a different day, and the sisters in the building met this kind of guest, they just need to find a bedroom for him to sleep for the night, and Hua Gu would not embarrass the sisters.Just thinking of Chen Youliang's order just now, how dare Zhou Lanzhi leave on her own?After thinking about it, Song Qingshu just drank two pots of aphrodisiac wine like drinking water, Zhou Lanzhi turned his heart away, and directly unbuttoned his clothes.The spring breeze in Baihualou is very good, even the eunuchs have to revive their glory.When the effect of the medicine took effect, he would have to wake up even if he was drunk to death.Unexpectedly, she just took off Song Qingshu's coat, when the wind suddenly came from the back of her head, she suddenly felt a huge pain in her neck, and then she lost consciousness again.

Mo Shenggu, who jumped in from the window, hastily supported Zhou Lanzhi who was lying on his back, carefully helped her to the table, and then turned to look at his nephew.As soon as he saw Song Qingshu lying on the big bed in disheveled clothes, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were tightly closed, his body smelled of alcohol, and he could tell at a glance that he was indeed quite drunk.Seeing that his nephew knew that Chen Youliang had ulterior motives but was still drunk, Mo Shenggu was suddenly annoyed, and immediately strode forward, patted his cheek and shouted repeatedly: "Qing Shu? Qing Shu, wake up! Qing Shu!"

Whether it was Zhou Lanzhi's gentle call or Mo Shenggu's rude behavior, Song Qingshu also did not respond at all.

Seeing this, Mo Shenggu laughed angrily, stared at him for a while, and said in a low voice: "You are so heart-warming!" Just now seeing Song Qingshu fainted, Chen Youliang and others discussed how to deal with him, only to hear Mo Shenggu's heart beating and angry Angry.If he hadn't been concerned about his nephew's safety, he would have jumped off the roof, taking the lives of Chen Youliang and others.Thinking of him being a majestic Wudang Seven Heroes, today he was guarding the roof like a thief, eavesdropping and peeping, until he was sure that Chen Youliang and his nephew would not cause any trouble if they got drunk, so they hurried to look for him again.How could he know that his shrewd nephew was really drunk this time, even most of his clothes were taken off.If he hadn't arrived in time, I don't know what would have happened.

Song Qingshu went to brothels, drank flowers and wine, got acquainted with green forests, and gambled for pleasure, all of which made Mo Shenggu dissatisfied. If he was punished according to Wudang sect rules, he would be imprisoned for three years even if he was not expelled from the gate.Just thinking of the story Chen Youliang just told, and of the property dispute between his brothers he heard in Hangzhou, Mo Shenggu sighed again, although he did not agree with the mistakes made by his nephew now, he felt a little bit of pity, I don't want to punish him severely.He casually closed Song Qingshu's lapel that was loosened by Zhou Lanzhi, pushed it into the inner side of the big bed, pulled the quilt to cover him, and sat down cross-legged on the outer side of the big bed, intending to wait for his nephew to wake up Then take him away.

Unexpectedly, Mo Shenggu wanted to let it go lightly, but Song Qingshu didn't know what to do and went into trouble again.After about half a stick of incense, Song Qingshu, who was sleeping on the side of the big bed, suddenly groaned softly, and casually pushed away the quilt covering his body.

Now it is the twelfth lunar month, and the dripping water turns into ice.Fearing that he would catch the cold, Mo Shenggu picked up the quilt and covered him back.Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu frowned slightly in discomfort, then pushed the quilt away, ripped open the collar and murmured indistinctly: "Hot..."

Seeing that Song Qing's face was flushed and his breath was hot, Mo Shenggu didn't force himself when he was hot from drinking, and reached out to wipe the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

Song Qingshu was drunk and unconscious, and the aphrodisiac of Baihualou was very overbearing, which made him feel like he was being burned by the fire in the endless hell. Now that he touched Mo Shenggu's cool fingers on his forehead, he felt very comfortable, so he instinctively moved Coming over, the body squirmed and hugged Mo Shenggu's coiled leg, and curled up beside his leg.The chill on Mo Shenggu's body made him shiver comfortably, his lower body unconsciously rubbed against his knee twice, and shouted: "Ming Zhan, it's hot! Bring water!"

Ming Zhan is naturally not here.

But after a while, the coolness on Mo Shenggu's body could no longer satisfy Song Qingshu, he pressed his cheek against Mo Shenggu's thigh, rubbed his lower body in discomfort, and frowned aggrievedly. "Daddy, I'm hot! Drink water, I want water."

Of course Song Yuanqiao wasn't here either.

Song Qingshu was tortured by the medicine, and his fever became more and more severe. His heart seemed to be burning with fire. As long as he exhaled a breath, it could turn into a fire.With his lips parted slightly, he couldn't catch his breath, and he tugged at his collar indiscriminately, revealing most of his clavicle and chest under the messy clothes.Song Qingshu was originally fair-skinned, but when he was stimulated by the medicine, his face and body were pink, his lips were plump and moist, and his skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat. It looked very radiant and very attractive.

Mo Shenggu's heart was beating wildly, he had no time to distinguish his emotions, he only felt that Song Qingshu was so unreasonable, so he stretched out his hand to close his shirt for him again.Just now Song Qingshu could let Mo Shenggu let him go if he didn't want to be covered, but now he can't tolerate his self-willedness anymore, his pair of healthy arms are like cast iron, he won't allow the slightest disobedience, he meticulously puts on the middle coat for his nephew.Inevitably, he tore off his jacket again, and Mo Shenggu even locked Song Qingshu's wrist, holding it firmly.Song Qingshu's body was weak and weak, and he couldn't beat Mo Shenggu at all. He was so hot that he bit his lip in grievance and whimpered, his body kept twisting.As a result of Mo Shenggu's busy work for a long time, Song Qingshu broke away after a while.Seeing this, Mo Shenggu immediately sighed, and could only help his forehead weakly.

After a while, Song Qingshu groaned uncomfortably: "Uncle Qi, it's hot, it's so hot..."

Mo Shenggu followed the rules all his life, and never knew the shady methods in the brothel.Seeing Song Qingshu's pain was even more unclear, so he only stretched out his hand to touch Song Qingshu's forehead, and felt that Song Qingshu's body was hot when touched by his fingertips, which didn't seem to be caused by drunkenness, and he didn't seem to be poisoned when he checked his pulse.Wanting to get up and pour him a glass of water, Song Qingshu hugged his leg tightly and refused to let go, murmuring vaguely: "Don't, don't go..." Mo Shenggu didn't know what to do.

Affected by the nature of the medicine, Song Qingshu was already a little emotional, and his lower body slowly straightened up.At this moment, his mind was in a daze, he only knew how to obey his body instinct, rubbed against Mo Shenggu's knee, gasped slightly, and then shouted: "Second Uncle..."

Although Mo Shenggu is a child, he is not unreasonable. He felt something was wrong instinctively when he felt something hard on his knees. Seeing Song Qingshu clung to him drowsily, rubbing his lower body repeatedly on his knees, Listening to him chanting sutras all the way from the second brother to the third brother to Fang Zhenwu and Tang Jianlin, Mo Shenggu's knees gradually became a little dizzy.Mo Shenggu took a breath in disbelief, his cheeks and ears were hot, his face was both embarrassed and embarrassed, and he froze on the spot, only Song Qingshu could be heard crying in a moist voice: "Mo Of……"

This sound was as weak as a cat moaning next to his ear, and Mo Shenggu's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, his brain exploded instantly, and his eyes suddenly turned blood red.He felt a rush of hot air rushing straight to the sky, and he suddenly overturned Song Qingshu, jumped off the big bed, grabbed a copper basin in the room, and poured all the cold water in the basin on Song Qingshu with a "wow".

Shocked by the cold water, Song Qingshu jumped up from the bed like a spring.Before he regained his sanity, a copper basin slammed towards his face with a sharp sound of wind.He hurriedly raised his hand to block it, only to hear a "bang", the copper basin hit his arm heavily, almost breaking his arm.He was clutching his arms in pain, and when he raised his eyes, he saw his seventh uncle Mo Shenggu looking at him angrily, and shouted sharply: "Song! Qing! Book!"

Song Qingshu looked around in a daze, and immediately realized where he was. Seeing that Mo Shenggu was also here, he panicked for a moment, covered in cold sweat, and hurriedly threw himself out of the big bed and rushed to the door.

When Mo Shenggu saw Song Qingshu run away as soon as he saw him, he became even more furious, and immediately clasped his left shoulder.With a flick of his shoulder, Song Qingshu avoided Mo Shenggu's move.Mo Shenggu caught up with him two more steps, and made the little capture hand poke at Song Qingshu's right rib.Song Qingshu moved his left foot, slid away with a wrong step, and took Mo Shenggu's left elbow instead.In the blink of an eye, the two of them passed three moves.Seeing this, Mo Shenggu was even more furious, and he only roared: "It's against you! Dare to fight with me?"

Song Qingshu was taken aback by Mo Shenggu's roar, and then his complexion changed drastically, and all the blood on his face disappeared.Seeing that his knees softened, he immediately slid and knelt on the ground, not daring to resist anymore.

Seeing Song Qingshu knelt down to plead guilty, Mo Shenggu's anger subsided a little, and he only said in a hateful voice: "Run away from home, drink and make trouble, make friends with green forests, gamble money and have sex, what else are you afraid to do?"

Song Qing's face was pale, and he knelt with his head down, not daring to make a sound.

Seeing his gloomy expression, Mo Shenggu couldn't bear it, he took a breath and said, "Come back with me, and confess to your father."

But Song Qingshu shook his head and said: "I won't go back, I'm right!"

"You!" Mo Shenggu's anger that had just been suppressed rose vigorously again when he heard the words, and he couldn't help staring at him, "You even threw away your lightsaber, and mixed up with a sinister villain like Chen Youliang. Didn't you consider yourself a Wudang disciple? How much do you remember about Wudang's sect rules?"

Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. The two questions Mo Shenggu asked today were similar to those in the previous life, but he lowered his head and just repeated stubbornly: "I won't go back, I'm right!"

"Say it again!" Mo Shenggu was furious.

Song Qingshu's body trembled, and after a while, he suddenly raised his head to stare at Mo Shenggu, and said word by word: "I! No! Wrong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slap, and Mo Shenggu grabbed the long sword on the table casually, and slammed the hilt and scabbard on him fiercely. "Are you going to piss your dad off? You're right? How dare you say you're right?"

Song Qingshu's body was tilted by this blow, he hastily stretched out his hands to support the floor, and managed to support his body from falling down.It was only at this time that I felt the pain, it felt like ten thousand steel needles pierced from the shoulders, and it spread hotly to the surroundings.He looked up at Mo Shenggu in disbelief, and could hardly believe that Mo Shenggu would treat him like this.

"Is it wrong?" Mo Shenggu only looked at him with a serious expression, and asked coldly.

Song Qingshu shook his head in a daze, and the second blow pierced through the void as promised.The heavy and hard scabbard hit his back, and the muscles on Song Qingshu's back immediately tensed, and the huge stabbing pain burst instantly. He clenched his fist tightly and pressed back.

"Wrong, is it?" Mo Shenggu gritted his teeth and asked again.

Song Qingshu's heart tightened. He knew that Mo Shenggu had exhausted all his patience. He moved his lips, wanting to beg for mercy, dodge, and resist, but he could only kneel still, as if a fire was suffocating in his chest. With a blockage in his throat, he couldn't answer a word and could only shake his head.

Seeing Song Qingshu's stubborn expression, Mo Shenggu became even more angry, and threw the scabbard at him.Not long after, several interlaced bloodstains appeared on Song Qingshu's body.Song Qingshu still knelt on the spot motionless, clenching his teeth as if he didn't know the pain, not only refused to admit his mistake, but even refused to let out a moan.

Continuous beatings fell on his back like raindrops. Song Qingshu lowered his head and stared at the ground, letting his sweat fall on the ground like raindrops.At the beginning he could see clearly, but gradually his eyes blurred, he couldn't see other colors except the boundless blood red; he couldn't feel any more except the endless pain and unspeakable anger nothing else.

Seeing his stubbornness, Mo Shenggu felt even more ruthless, and decided to subdue him.How did he know that he hit Song Qingshu's old wound on his waist casually, the old wound burst after this blow, and blood gushed out immediately, staining the ground's waist red.Song Qingshu couldn't bear the pain, and immediately rolled to the ground. "You beat me to death! I'm right, I'm right..." Song Qingshu was depressed in his chest, and at this moment, he was even more angry at being beaten by Mo Shenggu. This depression was stuck in his chest, almost forcing He couldn't breathe.In the severe pain, he finally forced out this sentence, and passed out.

"Qingshu? Qingshu!" Seeing Song Qingshu losing consciousness and falling over, Mo Shenggu panicked and threw down his long sword in a hurry, hugging him in his arms.

Song Qingshu was already unable to answer, and Mo Shenggu regretted seeing Song Qing's writing as pale as paper, and didn't dare to delay any longer, so he hurriedly carried him on his shoulders and jumped out of the window.

The author has something to say:

Seventh Uncle: Pretending to be drunk?

Qing Shu: Really drunk!

Seventh Uncle: What a brat!Can you not lose the chain at the critical moment?Just once!