After dressing as a teacher, he had sex with the bandit handsome

Early the next morning, Song Zuiyi rubbed his sore and swollen temples and slowly sat up from the bed.

Hiss—how much did he drink last night?

There was a neatly folded piece of clothing beside the bed, and there was a smell of tulips on it.I think it was prepared by Chu Liuxiang.

When he thought of Chu Liuxiang, he wanted to kill himself who was talking nonsense last night.Knowing that he has a poor capacity for alcohol and poor wine quality, he insisted on drinking.This is great, who would hold onto Chu Liuxiang while drunk?

He got up and walked to the table, where there was a bowl of steaming sober soup on the table.It's a bit sweet to drink, probably because of the sugar in it.

Song Zuiyi pulled the clothes on his body with a little disgust.After getting drunk yesterday, I slept all night without even changing my clothes.Now he smelled of alcohol all over his body, and he really couldn't stand it.

He went out and asked Xiao Er to boil some hot water for a bath, but within a quarter of an hour Xiao Er carried the bucket upstairs.Carefully poured water for him, and opened the screen.When leaving, he carefully closed the door.

Song Zuiyi rolled up his sleeves to test the temperature of the water, then reached out and untied his shirt.The fine-textured clothes suddenly fell to the ground, revealing pale skin.

In the dense mist, I could only vaguely see the collarbone protruding from the water.Further up is the slender neck, the cheeks reddened by the heat, and more scenery is covered under the water.

After a stick of incense, Song Zuiyi wiped off the water droplets on his body, picked up the clothes that had been put on the screen in advance, and put them on.

The tulip fragrance from the clothes was all in his breath, as if he was surrounded by Chu Liuxiang in his arms.

Startled by his own association, Song Zuiyi shook his head.Still a little shocked, my brain is really flooded, I don't know what I'm thinking day by day.

He sighed, remembering the nonsense he said while pulling Chu Liuxiang's sleeve last night.Her face was full of embarrassment, and the rouge-like red spread to her white neck.He was as red as Guan Gong, and he stretched out his cold hands and pressed them tightly against his hot cheeks.

No, Song Zuiyi coughed.If he meets Chu Liuxiang in a while, he will be so embarrassed that he doesn't know what to say.

After thinking about it, Song Zuiyi got up and went to the table to study ink.A few words were left on the unfolded paper: There will be a farewell, so don't worry about it.

Putting down the pen, he scanned the room, and found that he had nothing to bring except the clothes on his body.Song Zuiyi left in a hurry while the sky was still slightly cool.He looked anxious as if someone was chasing him from behind.

The sun has not yet come out, it is foggy outside, and there is still a lot of dew hanging on the trees.Even though it's June, it's still a bit cold to wake up in the morning, Song Zuiyi gathered up his clothes and hurried to Jinan.

When the waiter in the inn came to clean the room an hour later, he saw the note he left.After looking at it, he threw it on the ground casually, and complained: "Is there anything we can't talk about when we meet? One or two have to write a note."

After leaving the city, Song Zuiyi met a wealthy businessman on his way to Jinan.It just so happened that the school that that person's child was going to was the one he was in.

When the wealthy businessman heard that Song Zuiyi was the teacher of the school, he quickly said that he could take him.

Song Zuiyi, who was worrying about not being able to rush to Jinan City, readily accepted.

A wealthy businessman deserves to be a wealthy businessman, and the horses that pull the carts are all first-class.It took Song Zuiyi about three days to get here from Jinan City, and it took less than two days to go back.

When we parted ways in Jinan City, the wealthy businessman even dragged Song Zuiyi to give him a chance to take good care of his children.

Song Zuiyi nodded in agreement and went home first, packed up his things before returning to school.

He sighed a little tiredly, he was really tired from running around with Chu Liuxiang for the past few days.Coupled with his weak body, he almost overturned Shi Tianwang when he assassinated him.

The osmanthus tree in front of the school is still so luxuriant, and there are many people who come to pray, standing under the tree with closed eyes and raising their heads reverently.

Song Zuiyi looked unmoved by foreign objects and squeezed through the crowd to the classroom.Speaking of which, the place where he teaches is not called a classroom, but a bamboo house, which was named Shanwenzhai by the dean.

Usually he always said that the school is a school, but it is actually a college to be precise.After all, it was created by the Holy Spirit himself, and it occupies a lot of land.Because it was built at the foot of Jinshan Mountain, the college is also called Jinshan College.

Although Jinshan College has a lot of civil servants from the imperial court, there are still some playboys who skip classes all day long, even in the classroom, they are restless listening to the lectures.

Sun Fei, the son of the prefect of Jinan City, was the leader of these dudes.He often takes people out secretly to drink and gamble.In the teahouse, I heard that Mr. Shu told a lot of stories, and I often fantasized about myself fighting the sword.Because of this incident, he was often beaten by his father.

When I arrived at Shanwenzhai today, instead of being as noisy as usual, there were bursts of crying.

Song Zuiyi frowned, went in, rolled up the book and knocked on the table.

"What's the matter? Didn't you hear the bell for class?"

He usually has a cold face and a very cold tone.As soon as he knocked on the table, the people who were still crying together quickly dispersed and sat down.

After scanning around, Song Zuiyi found that there was one person missing. Song Zuiyi pressed his fingertips on the table.Asked: "Who else is not here?"

Someone at the bottom wiped away tears and raised his hand to respond, "Master Song, Sun Fei didn't come." After speaking, he couldn't stop crying.

"Sun Fei didn't come?" Song Zuiyi was expressionless, "Who did he take out?"

A boy who was usually close to Sun Fei wiped his tears, "Song...Master Song...Sun...Sun Fei is dead."

As soon as the words fell, Song Zuiyi was shocked into a cold sweat.How did Sun Fei die?His heart skipped a beat, and he regained his composure, "What's going on?"

"The prefect's mansion was covered with white cloth yesterday, and the red silk that his brother got married a few days ago was torn off." Wu Wen wiped his tears and hiccupped all day, "We were going to find Sun Fei to go to Daming Lake Catching fish, I didn’t expect the housekeeper to tell us that Sun Fei died on the bed the night before yesterday.”

Song Zuiyi couldn't believe that Sun Fei, who was still alive and kicking in front of him a few days ago, died.

"I see." He looked down at the desktop, "I'll go to the prefect's mansion in the afternoon. Classes."

He was absent-minded in this class, and left in a hurry after class, without even assigning homework.

The prefect's mansion is a bit far from Jinshan College, and it will be a while after Song Zuiyi arrives.

Before he walked in, he saw the white flags hanging on the door, and the cry of a woman came from the mansion.There were quite a few people who came to express their condolences, but it is estimated that few sincerely expressed their condolences for Sun Fei.Most of them wanted to take this opportunity to get acquainted with the prefect.

Song Zuiyi walked to the door and nodded to the housekeeper.He has been to the prefect's mansion several times, and the housekeeper already knows that he is Sun Fei's husband.

"Master Song." The housekeeper usually treats Sun Fei as his grandson, but now that Sun Fei is gone, he looks much older.Seeing Song Zuiyi didn't have much strength, just nodded slightly with red eyes.

Song Zuiyi opened his mouth, and could only spit out two words slowly, "My condolences."

When they came to the mourning hall, Sun Fei's father, Sun Youshan, stood aside with a sad face.There is a coffin in the center, a brazier in front, and a woman in white sits on the ground and weeps loudly.

"My son! Why did you leave mother like this! How can you let mother live!" Crying until the last breath, he passed out.

Sun Youshan closed his eyes, and waved to the servant girl to help her down.

"Master Song." He looked at Song Zuiyi and greeted him calmly.

"I'm here to offer incense sticks." Song Zuiyi nodded as a signal.Stepping forward to take the incense handed by the maid, the incense burnt on her face solemnly.

Before coming here, he was lucky, thinking that Sun Fei was so young, how could he die.Until I saw the tablet on the mourning hall, it clearly read: The spiritual tablet of my son and grandson Fei.

Immediately, he stayed where he was. Sun Fei, a student who usually played around and skipped classes, respected his teacher and would bend over and salute Song Zuiyi to say hello.And lively and active, she is not afraid of Song Zuiyi, who is quiet all day long.

Now that he died young, Song Zuiyi still couldn't believe it.Obviously he was caught by him in the Happy Hall not long ago. At that time, he apologized to himself with guilt and said that he would never dare again.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and turned his head to look at Sun Youshan who was at the side, "May I ask, how did Sun Fei die?"

Sun Youshan sighed regretfully, "I just scolded him that afternoon, but I didn't expect him to commit suicide in his room that night."

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes after speaking, and he couldn't help wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

suicide?Song Zuiyi frowned. Normally, Sun Fei was often scolded by his father, even beaten so many times.How could he commit suicide because of being scolded?

He pondered for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Sun Fei... really committed suicide?"

"It was indeed suicide." Sun Youshan said, choking with sobs, "He didn't like people guarding him at night, and the maids slept outside. No one came into his room. The next day the maid called him and found out. He was already dead in bed."

After speaking, I burst into tears, as if I aged ten years overnight.

He is already in his 40s this year, so he can be regarded as an old man.He usually dotes on Sun Fei quite a lot, and it is because he is too fond of him that he has developed a bad habit.Sun Fei is the eldest son again, and now he has no other sons except the concubine son born to the dead Aunt Wang.

Song Zuiyi was suspicious, but it was hard to say anything now, so he could only say his condolences.

Song Zuiyi, who had just walked out of the mourning hall, was stopped by Mrs. Sun who woke up from a coma. She had white hairpins on her hair, and she cried and tugged at his sleeve. "Master Song! You have to help my concubine!"

"Mrs. Sun, let go first." Song Zuiyi was staggered by the pull, and after steadying his steps, he gently opened the distance.

"Men and women are different." He reached out his hand to stop Mrs. Sun who was about to pounce on him, his tone cold.

Mrs. Sun took out her handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and said with a painful face: "Master Song, Fei Er will never commit suicide! That fox must be capable!"

Song Zuiyi raised his eyebrows, "Fox spirit?"

Mrs. Sun became very angry when mentioning the vixen, "It's the new aunt who came to the mansion a few days ago. She must be jealous of my son's position as the son-in-law, so she will kill her!"

"Mrs. Sun, what evidence do you have?" Song Zuiyi gently rubbed his ring finger with his left index finger hanging by his side.

Mrs. Sun: "My concubine has long been old and decrepit. I have no complaints when the master welcomes those women into the mansion. But this woman!" She paused, "She must have no good intentions, I saw with my own eyes that she seduced my son!"

"Sun Fei is only ten years old?" Song Zuiyi frowned, "How could she seduce children?"

Perhaps because standing at the entrance of the mourning hall was a bit conspicuous, Mrs. Sun leaned slightly and wanted to take Song Zuiyi to talk elsewhere.Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he met Qiu Ningxue who was coming this way.

Song Zuiyi calmly sized up Qiu Ningxue who was called a "fox spirit" by Mrs. Sun.

She looks only seventeen or eighteen, but she doesn't have the agility of this age.A pair of apricot eyes were full of scheming, even though Sun Fei's coffin was still in the mourning hall today, she still wore a gorgeous suit.With a pearl hairpin on her head, she walked over step by step.

"Yo~ Isn't this my wife? Don't you usually feel arrogant? What's wrong with you today? Why do you look sad?"

It seemed that he was not afraid of being seen, or that he didn't pay attention to Song Zuiyi who was at the side.As soon as she saw Mrs. Sun, she sneered.The resentment in his eyes seemed to be a deep hatred with Mrs. Sun.

"I'm telling you, don't be too arrogant!" Mrs. Sun pointed at her with a ferocious face and cursed, "You are uneasy and kind, you killed my son, just wait to go to hell!"

Qiu Ningxue covered her mouth and snickered, with a mocking look on her face, "Instead of worrying about whether I will go to hell, you might as well think about how you will die?"

After speaking, he turned his gaze to Song Zuiyi who stood silently at the side.

"I think this is Master Song from Jinshan Academy. My younger brother will also study in Jinshan Academy tomorrow, so Master Song will take care of him."

She bowed slightly to salute, and she did not behave like she mocked Mrs. Sun just now, she seemed to be well-bred.

It was precisely because of this that Song Zuiyi was curious about the enmity between her and Mrs. Sun, which made the seemingly polite lady talk to the mistress of the house.

"It's not about taking care of her, but the students below will naturally pay more attention." The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his tone was flat.

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