After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

King Jingkang was sulking for nearly a month, but Master Song coaxed him back to the mansion in Thirty Li, had a meal together, settled the suspicion, and then kept vigil till midnight.

On the first day of the new year, Song Shu's complexion seemed to improve a little because of the red lanterns hanging around and the lively sound of firecrackers.

There was a palace banquet in the palace, Master Song pushed it back and came back early.Song Shu is the same as this month, still did not go.

He stayed in the house for several days, Luo Jiao had long wanted to come and see him, and today he finally had the opportunity to go back to the Song Mansion with him.

The brother and sister chatted for a while in the room. When Luo Jiao came out, her eyes were full of joy. She seemed to be in a good mood, and she didn't find anything wrong with Song Shu.

After the Empress left, Song Shifang opened the door again and entered the house.

Song Shu sat in front of the desk, lowered his head and caressed the couplet of "Peace and Joy" he had placed on the table, heard the sound of the door being pushed, raised his head and said, "The writing is not bad."

Master Song walked behind him and put his hand on his shoulder, "The weather is fine, I promised you to take you to see the Plum Blossom Forest a few days ago, how about going today?"

"Yes." Song Shu's complexion was much better than the paleness of the previous few days, even a little rosy.

Master Song silently watched him go into the room, and then raised his heels to follow him.

Song Shu's clothes were half off, and when he saw his figure in the mirror, he was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of his bright red lips were slightly raised, with a bit of helplessness: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Master Song came over, crossed his waist and put his hand on his belt, put his chin on his shoulder, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Help you change your clothes."

Song Shu pursed his lips and tilted his head, smiling lightly: "I think you just want to take off my clothes."

Unexpectedly, Master Song really didn't do anything to him.

He changed Song Shu into a moon-white robe that he used to wear in a regular manner, and then bowed his head seriously to fasten Song Shu's waist, without any small movements, with a strict and silent attitude.

A few months ago, he did the same for Song Shu.

The smile on Song Shu's face slowly faded. After a long time, Master Song finished dressing him up before he softly called out: "Brother."

The sky outside the window was blindingly white.

They all know that the stolen days will always be paid back.

The capital city is extremely lively today, but this excitement does not belong to them.

Master Song led him out of the capital on horseback. His horseshoes ran across the long street, leaving deep and shallow footprints in the unmelted snow.

The Plum Blossom Forest outside the North Gate is a famous scenic spot. Many young men and women like to come here for outings, but today is the first day of the new year, and there are few people in the Plum Blossom Forest.

Walking in the plum blossom forest, they slowly talked about the past, when they were young, and once they talked about where they would go to have fun after these things passed.

Talking about the grasslands and deserts of southern Xinjiang, talking about the folk customs of the frontier.

In the past when the two got along, Master Song always talked the most.

Only this time, Song Shu was talking and Master Song was listening.

Master Song helped him to walk slowly until he came to a plum blossom tree.

Song Shu probably said that he was tired, he sat down while supporting Master Song's hand.

He looked up at the plum blossoms in full bloom, and seeing that Master Song was not very interested, he joked, "It's a pretty sight. Why aren't you happy to come out with me to see the flowers?"

Master Song said, "No."

Song Shu continued after a long time: "It's a pity that I can't stay with you anymore."

Master Song: "...you broke your promise."

Song Shu nodded and said calmly, "Yes, I broke my promise."

We once said and promised each other the so-called lifelong companionship, only to find out that life is only a few decades.

And they even stole this short-lived pleasure.

Song Shu said again: "Promise me, after I die, you will not bury me."

Master Song's voice became hoarse, and he was clearly concerned about this topic, but he still followed him and said, "...why?"

"How ugly it is to slowly rot like that."

Song Shu looked ahead, "My body was burned, you have to take my ashes with you... you have to take it with you everywhere, I don't want to be alone."

"I want you to remember my best look."

"Also... Even if I die, you can't find someone else. I want you to always remember me."

Song Shu smiled and stretched out his hand, plum blossoms fell, making his eyebrows more beautiful, "I am such a selfish person."

Master Song hugged him and replied, "Okay."

Song Shu found a stable posture in his arms.

After a while, he sighed again: "Forget it."

"You'd better bury my ashes."

Master Song said: "Why?"

"I don't want you to be sad."

Song Shu's voice slowly dropped.

He slowly closed his eyes in Master Song's arms, and the hand placed in Master Song's palm slipped down, and was gently held by Master Song again.

He looked at Song Shu's quiet face for a long, long time.

Mingming was sad, but not a single tear could flow from his eyes.

The cold wind froze his blood and dried all his tears.

Master Song gently kissed Song Shu on the forehead.

The scenery in Meilin is beautiful, but in his eyes, it is not half as good as the person in his arms.

With a hoarse voice, he didn't reply a sentence that Song Shu had just said until now:

"I will not."

You don't want me to be sad, I don't want you to be alone.

I will accompany you.

The snowflakes are falling again, and the plum blossoms are falling all over the ground.

The moment the poison was swallowed, Master Song saw a familiar face in his white eyes.

The silhouette of that person flashed past, and he raised a familiar smile at him in a trance, even the curvature of the corners of his lips was the same as his.

It was his own face.

-

Master Song woke up suddenly.

In the dark passage, the ground was full of blood and desolation, and the candles on the wall lamps were flickering. He half leaned against the wall and saw the figure shaking on the ground, so he just woke up in a trance.

It was just a big dream.

-

It was midnight when Master Song returned to the inn.

He made a detour and turned in from the window. Hearing the sound of the wind coming through the air, he dodged the sword calmly, stretched out his hand and blocked it with two fingers, and said:

"Jing Xiu, it's me."

Candles were lit in the house.

Song Shu opened the door, and Xiao Er, who was woken up in the middle of the night, yawned and handed over the medicine box. He looked into the room curiously, and saw the young man sitting at the table during the day. He happened to look over and met his eyes. The bottom of the eyes is dark in color.

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, shivered at that moment, lost all his drowsiness, and quickly turned around and went downstairs to leave.

Song Shu took the medicine kit bought from Xiao Er, sat next to Master Song, took his hand and gave him the medicine—with both helplessness and worry: "What happened to you? Why did you come back so late? "

These words are exactly the same as the scene in the dream, but it is obvious that in the real scene, many simplified details in the dream are exposed.

Master Song stared at his action of applying the medicine, frowned and said: "I don't know how to explain it to you...you mentioned to me, that person who looks exactly like me, I saw him today."

Song Shu's pupils shrank.

Master Song told the whole process without mentioning the dream, and finally said: "I didn't find anything in that strange secret passage, and when I woke up after fainting, the person had disappeared."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Song Shu, waiting for his response.

"Why didn't you tell me that someone was following you? If I knew this, I definitely wouldn't let you take risks alone."

Song Shu lowered his eyes and helped him tie the gauze, all of which were exactly the same as in the dream.

Master Song shook his head and didn't answer Song Shu's words: "He didn't know what method he used to erase that part of my memory, and now I get a headache whenever I try to remember it. Those Gu worms... are probably his masterpiece."

"We can't stay in Wulin, we will return to Beijing tomorrow morning."

Song Shu closed the medicine box, got up and glanced at him faintly: "This move is wrong... Luo Fangwen has already sent me a letter. I told him about the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang earlier, and he said We don’t need to investigate this matter any further, he will send someone to continue the investigation.”

Master Song stretched out his hand to hold him: "There is one more thing I have to tell you."

Song Shu lowered his head and glanced at the hand he was holding onto his wrist, a little surprised by his various reactions after he came back, he pulled his hand out and said, "What?"

"I had a prophetic dream."

Song Shu raised his eyes in surprise: "...What did you say?"

Master Song paused, and took his hand back.

Song Shu sized him up, seeming a little funny, "Brother, are you afraid that you hurt your head in the dark room?"

Master Song's mouth twitched: "...No, listen to me."

Song Shu sat down again and made a respectful expression: "Okay, tell me. What did you dream about?"

Master Song stared at his long and narrow eyelashes for two seconds, and slowly said as if he was a little bit tangled: "I dreamed of you..."

with him.

And slept with him for months.

The night before the dream ended, they were still lingering on the bed.

Although it is a prophetic dream, the dream is always hazy, so even though they have had sex many times in the dream, they still can't remember the specific process after waking up.

Master Song's hesitant attitude made Song Shu curious.

He squinted his eyes, his beautiful face swaying under the dim light, like the way he would lie on the bed every time in his dreams, leaning over to kiss Master Song.

"What's wrong? Can't you tell me?"

"No." Master Song hesitated for a while, skipped the topic vaguely, and changed his mind, "I dreamed that I just came back and entered the house, including you taking the medicine box from Xiaoer, giving me medicine, and what you said—— It's all just like a dream."

Song Shu paused, his expression fell.

He believed that Master Song did not lie, and it was unnecessary for him to tell this lie.

If it really is a prophetic dream...

"What did you dream about then? Remember?"

Master Song briefly talked about what would happen later.

And the following things really cannot avoid the development of their relationship, and Song Master has been poisoned by love, so it will be a matter of time to detoxify.

So he said it anyway.

Only this time, Song Shu didn't need to bow his head to Luo Fangwen to get the detoxification method.

After Song Shu heard his words, he pursed his lips and thought for a moment, hesitatingly said: "You mean: you are poisoned by love, and you need to consummate the relationship to get rid of the poison, and in the dream——so I am with you? "

Master Song's cheeks were blushing, and his eyes flickered: "...Yes."

Song Shu stared at him expressionlessly for a while.

For a long time, in the deadly silence of the room, Song Shu sneered with a "huh", got up and threw the medicine box under the table with a "bang", then turned and walked towards the bed.

He said lightly:

"impossible."

"You are still dreaming."