Dressed in ancient times to be a master of women's clothing

Song Yuyun's eyes widened in disbelief, grievance and resentment at the same time, angrily pointing at his nose and scolding: "Yin Fan! You, you are a wolf-hearted dog. If I hadn't helped you steal the layout of the guards in the palace, what would have happened to you tonight?" Can you break in successfully?"

"You have no choice."

It is Yin Fan's kindness to be willing to temporarily shelter this woman.When he saw this face at the beginning, his heart softened for a moment before he agreed to cooperate with her, but it was also because of this that he knew that the princess he knew was not her, but him.

The real Song Yuyun is flammable and easily offended, and it is not wise to tie her with a rope. Yin Fan has long planned to cross the river and tear down the bridge.

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Song Yu woke up in Yin Huaiyu's bed in a daze, looked around in the darkness, his heart was beating anxiously, and the soldiers' heavy and chaotic steps could be faintly heard outside the door, as if the air was full of haste Uneasy panic.

The next second, the door was pushed open, and Song Yu, who was disheveled, saw a strange yet familiar face——Yin Fan.

"Yin Fan? You, why are you here?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

His voice was soft, but there was a contradiction between fanaticism and coldness.

Although it was the first time for him to see men's clothing, he was sure that this person was the one who disturbed his mind.

Song Yu seemed to see a venomous snake approaching slowly and silently, spitting out a message, and couldn't help shivering.

The person in front of him was not as weak and sick as he remembered, and his gentleness actually revealed a kind of extreme and vicious.

Sensing the approach of the crisis, Song Yu's posture seemed a little defensive, and his eyes became dazed.

The loose nightgown revealed the red marks on the neck and collarbone without a doubt, Yin Fan's pupils shrank, and suddenly he read too much information.

His heart seemed to be pinched suddenly, and Yin Fan's eyes were a little erratic, as if he had become interested in a certain object, and after he gave up, he turned around and found that it already belonged to someone else and was touched by someone else.

An inexplicable anger and disgust surged up, and Yin Fan threw the clothes on him roughly, and with an order, two tall soldiers appeared and imprisoned Song Yu firmly.

"Where is Yin Huaiyu?"

Song Yu pretended to be calm and asked the question he was most concerned about at this time.If Yin Huaiyu is still well, then according to his character of protecting the calf, he won't even be disturbed by others.

At this time, Yin Fan was able to break in directly, and even shot at him, which only proved that Yin Huaiyu was restrained at this time, and even in danger.

Yin Fan clenched his knuckles and narrowed his eyes: "You should worry about yourself first—take the young master away."

Now that they knew there was an affair between the two of them, taking Song Yu away at this time could also take him as a hostage and threaten Yin Huaiyu.

When Song Yu saw the densely packed strange army as soon as he went out, he already understood that Yin Fan was not what he used to be, and that he brought a large number of troops to plot a rebellion.

He is also very clear that his current identity is just a bargaining chip to threaten Huaiyu.

Song Yu originally thought that he would be locked up in a small black room and suffer, but unexpectedly, Yin Fan brought him back to the secluded courtyard where he lived when he was a prince.

The dusty room was meticulously tidied up, and the elegant study room and bedroom, which seemed to have not changed a bit, exuded a faint smell at the moment, but it made him feel like a lifetime away, and he recalled a lot.

At that time, Yin Fan was still weak and gentle, a cripple with almost no sense of existence, living in a corner every day, not like a prince, but like a poor son who loves to dance and write.

Although it can't be said to be friendly, even indifferent and alienated, Yin Fan at that time had a clear and pure temperament, independent of the world.

Instead of the current man who is restrained by power and status, with only ambition and paranoia in his eyes.

Song Yu was not the only one whose memory was brought back, Yin Fan, who entered here with him at the same time, also breathed lightly, and carefully stroked every inch of this poor room with his eyes.

Then, a sneer sounded in the silent room.

Yin Fan sighed softly: "It turns out that the room I lived in before was such a dilapidated courtyard, but it won't happen in the future. Even the most noble and splendid palaces are all mine."

"Is that what you want?" Song Yu turned his head and asked softly, with a hint of sarcasm and indifference on his face.

Yin Fan frowned, as if displeased with his question.

"Before, in this poor place, except for one servant, everyone was afraid of being infected by my bad luck, and you were the only one who was willing to come here."

Yin Fan approached him step by step, pinching his chin, "At that time you were willing to be close to me, why did you give me such a face now, do you know that your life is now in my hands."

Song Yu shook off his hand and distanced himself from him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

This action angered Yin Fan even more. The elegant man in the past has now become a future tyrant. He directly dragged Song Yu to him, pressed him against the wall with force, clamped his face, and let him Forced to meet his own gaze.

"Why, you look down on me? You only want to smile at Yin Huaiyu, but you look miserable when you meet me. You have always been the closest to him. Now that he can't protect himself, I can see how he still resists."

Song Yu's back ached, and his cheeks were pinched with red marks. The man's tyrannical movements made him clearly understand that the person standing in front of him was no longer the former Yin Fan.

His heart trembled, and his face was submissive, lest Yin Fan kill him right now.

"I didn't mean that. Since you can bring so many soldiers into the palace, you are very capable. I just don't know... what you will do to me next."

Yin Fan frowned slightly, seeing his pale face and tight lips, subconsciously apologetic, let him go, and the anger in his voice disappeared.

"Don't worry, as long as you stay obediently, I won't hurt you now."

Song Yu sweated coldly on his palms, and nodded in obedience, which made Yin Fan feel much better. Sitting on the bed where he used to sleep, he waved to him.

Due to his moodiness, Song Yu walked up to him and sat down slowly.

Yin Fan looked at Chun and Jingming outside the window, brushed away the book he used to read by the bed, the dust on the pages, he started to read it with leisurely thoughts, and even though he was a prince who had just forced the palace to rebel, he sent a big A bunch of people and horses were thrown outside the door.

Maybe someone else is calling the shots?Why did he let go of the outside world?

Song Yu was full of doubts, but he could only try his best to calm himself down, and pretended to pick up another book leisurely. He read the medical book that he had left behind, his eyes moved, but he couldn't read a single word. Enter.

Before he knew it, a warm and cool hand suddenly covered the back of Song Yu's hand. Song Yu resisted the urge to throw him away, and looked at Yin Fan with doubts.

"In the past, I wanted to do this, but I didn't dare." Now, Yin Fan even dares to do the thing of forcing the palace, what else is he not afraid of?

Thinking that Song Yu was Yin Huaiyu's person, Yin Fan had a strange and secret impulse, pulled Song Yu into his arms, and stroked his cheek curiously.

"So, does Yin Huaiyu like men? I really can't tell. Did he know you were not Song Yuyun?"

"You...what are you doing." Warm breath sprayed on his cheeks, Yin Fan's playful and puzzled expression and movements made him uncomfortable, and subconsciously avoided his eyes.

"I don't feel disgusted." Yin Fan seemed to be immersed in his own world, narrating a sentence without thinking, staring at Song Yu's profile, and the smooth curve of his neck, slightly lost in thought.

"It won't be disgusting to be close to you, and... my heart will be calmer." He sighed faintly, "It's a pity."

"What's the pity?" Song Yu's question was not answered, Yin Fan just stared at him hotly, warned him with a sullen face, told him to stay in the room, ordered someone to guard him, and left in a hurry.

Later, someone brought meals, and Yin Fan also came, and even ate with him.

There was an eerie calm between the two, and Yin Fan didn't show any hostility towards him, as if they had been together a long time ago, and would even remind him to eat food, ask him to rest early, and so on.

Song Yu was not so stupid as to rush to find him, and although Yin Fan would make some strange intimate moves with him, it was not too much, just holding his hand to read a book, or touching his cheek to talk.

Song Yu spent a few days with him in peace, but he was always worried about someone's situation.

He thought that the relationship between the two had eased, so he had the courage to mention Yin Huaiyu once, and asked him about his situation at this time, Yin Fandang's face changed drastically, and he slapped him.

As if stimulated in an instant, after realizing his behavior, Yin Fan smashed the vase on the table and left like a mania.

After that, Song Yu never mentioned Yin Huaiyu's name in front of him again.

In fact, among such brothers fighting against each other, even if Yin Huaiyu was killed immediately, it would be a normal development, but Song Yu always felt that Yin Fan was not such a violent person in his heart.

Song Yu was depressed and under house arrest for a few days, and visibly became thinner and emaciated. On the eighth day, Song Yu didn't even wake up from the bed, just lay there, quietly thinking about how he would get out, or change his life. The current situation.

When Yin Fan rushed over, he saw that he looked sick, his face was not very good, and his tone was cold.

"Even if I don't want to think about it, I know you're thinking about him. Don't you want to know what's going on with him now and what I'll do to him?"