The male partner who never gives up treatment

The chaotic images quickly flashed through his mind, causing Bai Su's complexion to change drastically, and his heart was filled with shocking waves, and he couldn't help showing a bit of confusion on his face. He looked at Song Qingzhou and asked in a shy voice, "What are you doing?" who is it?"

Zhang Shaoheng also looked wary and suspicious, squeezed the yellow cinnabar talisman in his hand, and said loudly: "How did you know what happened 300 years ago?"

Hearing this, Song Qingzhou raised his head high, with a look of disdain in his eyes, he said coldly, "Because I am Song Zhi."

"Song Zhi?" Bai Su was shocked. Of course he knew who Song Zhi was. Recently, every time he had a dream, there would always be a man looking at him in the smog, whispering Bai Su's name. The person seems to be called Song Zhi, but...

"Aren't you already dead?"

Song Qingzhou smiled lightly, and said bluntly: "Yes, Song Zhi is indeed dead, but Song Qingzhou survived."

Bai Su was puzzled, "What do you mean by that?"

In the silent tomb, Song Qingzhou straightened up slowly, his left arm flicked back habitually, his white and slender fingers drew a graceful arc in the air, as if there were wide and wide sleeves fluttering in the wind.

His movements were slow and elegant, and his gestures exuded unspeakable nobility, just like those pampered princes and ministers in ancient TV dramas.

Song Qingzhou opened his thin lips slightly, and his clear yet magnetic voice slowly flowed through the dark room and penetrated into the tympanic membrane, unconsciously making his heart beat a little faster.

"I was originally a commoner who worked in North Ridge. My family has been farming for generations, but I have little property. I live a comfortable and poor life. Logically speaking, I would not have any contact with people in the court..." Speaking of this, Song Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of nostalgia on his face, turned to face Bai Su, lowered his eyebrows and said with a slight smile: "It's just that things in the world can't be treated according to common theories. If fate comes, who can avoid it?" Woolen cloth?"

Hearing this, Bai Su was stunned.

"That winter, the weather in Jiangzhou suddenly changed. The heavy snow lasted for dozens of days, freezing countless crops and livestock, and many people neglected to take precautions, causing their houses to be crushed by the snow and lose their shelter. This matter has a lot to do with it. After learning about it, Emperor Wenchang ordered Xuanduguan, which belongs to the royal family, to send people to rescue the disaster. Daoning, you were ordered to rush to Jiangzhou in a hurry. Speaking of which, I have to thank Emperor Wenchang for his imperial decree, so that I can see Hongtian Daojun's true disciples style."

Bai Su thought deeply, "So, you and I actually met once before the Qionglin feast, why can't I remember it?"

Song Qingzhou smiled: "The snow disaster was very serious and affected all parts of Jiangzhou. Even Beiling was not spared. The people were starved of food and naked, and they all looked like radishes that had fallen into the mud. It's dirty, so of course you can't tell the difference."

Although Bai Su's memory was vague, he could still imagine the scene at that time from Song Qingzhou's words, and somehow he found it a little funny, "So you are also one of those carrots?"

Song Qingzhou was not annoyed, he nodded and admitted it calmly, looking at Bai Su's smiling eyes, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

What he didn't say was that even though Song Zhi was dead, he never forgot until the end of his life how the young man in green clothes, black hair and glass eyes walked towards him step by step in the snow all over the sky, and then he held Qing in his hands and painted the broken branches red. May's umbrella moved over his head.

The sky was cold and the north wind was howling, but the young man's smile instantly dispelled all the haze. He lowered his head and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Song Zhi was just a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old that year, he had not yet practiced the indifference and stability of not showing his emotions and anger, but he was dazzled by that flowery smile, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

At that moment, Song Zhi, who had lost his parents since he was a child, had a cold and strong personality, and his heart suddenly throbbed. He didn't know the name of the young man in front of him, or where he came from. The only thing he could be sure of was that Song Zhi wanted this young man.

With Song Zhi's level of intelligence, he quickly guessed the identity of the boy in connection with the various rumors spread by the disaster victims.

After learning that the other party was a monk in Xuandu Temple, Song Zhi immediately made up his mind to participate in the next year's Chunwei, so the youngest number one scholar in the Yong Dynasty was born.

Seeing Bai Su and Song Qingzhou standing opposite each other, Zhang Shaoheng suddenly couldn't bear to step forward to break the tranquility. The two obviously didn't make any intimate moves, let alone any ambiguous words or deeds, but there was a faint warmth and tacit understanding around them. Anyone who looked at it would be convinced that their relationship was extraordinary.

"In order to get close to you, I entered the imperial examination room, and since then I have entered the official career." Song Qingzhou was immersed in the beautiful memories, and the deep and dark eyes overflowed with a little starlight, softening the originally tough and profound facial lines, "A Ning, you care In the world, the people are the first in everything, I can't bear you to work too hard, I just want to be a good official who is upright and honest and loves the people like a son, just to share your worries, so I worked hard to climb up..."

Bai Su's heart moved slightly, and he murmured: "It's all for me..."

Reminiscent of what he had read in the history books, Zhang Shaoheng frowned: "I think your words are still a bit incomplete and untrue. If you really love Xiaobai, why did you marry Princess Xianfu?"

"Oh." Song Qingzhou sneered, his eyebrows and eyes were as sharp as knives, and his sentences were stern and cold: "You think I am willing to marry her? Emperor Wenchang ordered to force her, and I swear to the death. I hate that bitch Situ Wan for being too sinister." Ruthless, she saw my friendship for Aning, so she threatened the lives of more than [-] members of the Zhang family to force me to submit."

Bai Su recalled the dazzling red in the dream, and felt a little uncomfortable, "You promised her?"

Song Qingzhou explained: "I have a sincere heart for you. Marrying Situ Wan is just an expedient measure. After marriage, I have always abided by the way of a gentleman and never deviant. You are already a national teacher. According to the old rules, Wan You must not marry a wife and have children. I know that you are devoted to Taoism. In the future, you will surely transcend the world of mortals and enter the fairy world. I can't bear to destroy your cultivation, so I have to suppress my feelings hard, thinking that if I can protect you for the rest of my life, I will have no regrets ..."

As these words fell silent, Bai Su's expression gradually changed, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he subconsciously said: "Unfortunately, you don't know how terrible a woman blinded by love is, and Princess Xianfu is both soft and hard. , I never saw you change your mind, and under the resentment, you secretly recruited a few Taoist priests with evil intentions, disguised themselves and sneaked into Xuandu Temple, cast spells on me quietly, and served me the tampered food, just a cup of tea. I vomited blood continuously, and lost my life in the middle of the night..."