It's hard to seal a fool

It's Xu time, and there are two or three pedestrians on the street, which is already a little lonely.The market will be closed in about half an hour, and Song Qingming and the others have to rush home before the curfew.

I don't know where I hoped to buy it from. At this moment, there is a thick rope between Ya'er and Song Qingming's wrists, so Ya'er can only reluctantly follow Song Qingming slowly, with a cold face. Behind Qingming.

In the beginning, Mute seemed to be poisoned with drugs like Ruanjinsan, and her gait was sloppy. Song Qingming deliberately slowed down. After a while, Mute gradually recovered, and she was no different from ordinary people, except that her hands were tied. It is also difficult to escape.

As he was walking, Song Qingming's ears suddenly moved, he stopped and closed his eyes, carefully discerning the direction.

"What's wrong?" Ning Buqing looked around.

"Around, seven or eight."

The dumb child raised his head and looked at Song Qingming in surprise.

"Master, before you came out, I told you that you didn't reveal your wealth. You insisted on doing something that cost a lot of money..." Fa Cai lowered his head, listlessly.

On the long and lonely street, seven or eight men suddenly came out of the alleyway, holding sticks in their hands and staring at them. Two of them were sitting in the Nanfeng Pavilion before.

"Brother, they should have spent about the same amount of money on their bodies, but they are all sons and daughters of rich families. If you ask them out of the house, they may be able to extort a lot of money, and they will have no worries for the rest of their lives."

"Look at those thin-skinned and tender-meat ones, it's delicious enough to open up meat for the brothers, and then resell them—hehe."

Song Qingming crossed his chest and watched the two singing and making arrangements for them, and then saw those people spitting, rubbing their hands, and walking unhurriedly.

"Get rich—"

Fa Cai resigned himself to his fate and stepped forward to take off the crane cloak Song Qingming was wearing, folded it in his arms, and silently stepped aside. "Master, hurry up, when you are bumped into by the patrolling guards, you will not be able to get away."

Ning Buqing also wanted to step back, but Song Qingming glanced at him, and he stood still and didn't dare to move.

The thieves also saw that Song Qingming was not easy to mess with. They looked at each other, shouted loudly with sticks in their hands, and called Song Qingming.

Song Qingming caught the stick suddenly, raised his long legs to attack the thief's Xiasanlu, and was about to punch him, when the dumb boy staggered.

Good guy, I forgot to have a rope on my hand.

"Why don't you remind me."

Song Qingming complained, raised his eyes and met the mute's look of disdain like a fool, suddenly remembered that he was a mute, and choked for a while.

Song Qingming was about to untie the rope with a dark face, but Ya'er suddenly grabbed his wrist, leaned back, and kicked the person away with a sharp spinning leg.Looking at each other, he saw the disdain in the mute's beautiful eyes getting stronger.

"I didn't buy it in vain. He is a martial artist." Song Qingming muttered, feeling very depressed in his heart, and struck harder.

He was wearing a cloud brocade round neck robe and was wearing the fan of a nobleman of the family, but when he stretched out his long arms, he grabbed the wrist and smashed the elbow, and one of them fell to the ground amidst the screams.

Song Qingming pulled the rope again, changed positions with Ya'er, and dropped the long stick to block his arms and legs, knocking the man to the ground. At the same time, Ya'er picked up the stick on the ground and swept down three directions. Only a few wailings were heard.

"Again?"

Another big man got up and kicked him, Song Qingming snapped his fingers, and threw him to the ground with a bang.

On the side is expected to help Ning Buqing deal with it, and also take care of Fa Cai and Ning Buqing's servants who are shivering in the corner.Taking the time to glance at his young master.

"Master, hurry up, we're in time for the curfew." Wang Wang curled his lips.

"Don't urge, the more you urge, the slower!" Song Qingming shouted, suddenly seeing a person throwing a stick at the mute's back, "Be careful!"

He suddenly pulled the rope in his hand, and the dumb boy staggered and was dragged over. Song Qingming hugged him and turned around. Then, with a muffled grunt, he took down the stick.

Damn it, this can be injured, and it can't be laughed to death by making a fortune.

But the mute suddenly raised his eyes, and there was a puzzled expression in those beautiful and silent phoenix eyes.

Since he was a child, he has seen nothing but brothers fighting against each other, and sisters fighting each other, let alone strangers, even brothers and sisters can give up their interests.

And this person, actually being beaten for a person whom he didn't know for a while - stupid.

Song Qingming didn't think about it so much, he was hit with a stick, his temper grew, and without a cup of tea, seven or eight people lay on the ground in disarray, Song Qingming's eyes were shining, obviously very energetic .

There was the sound of armor colliding in the distance, he guessed that the Jinwu Guard was coming, so he hurriedly dragged Ning Buqing and the others to a distance.

"Let's go, my elder brother is on duty today, and it's over if he catches him!"

At the corner, Song Qingming broke up with Ning Buqing, took advantage of the darkness and sneaked into the back door, and quietly returned to the outer courtyard.

"Is mother asleep?"

"Seeing that the lights in Madam's yard are all off, she should be asleep."

"Wonderful."

Hopeful ordered servants to call hot water to bathe, and set up a bed for the mute in the side room.When Song Qingming was undressing behind the screen, the mute was walking out, Song Qingming suddenly remembered something, came out with his upper body naked, and grabbed him.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Qingming vigilantly.

"I won't eat you again." Song Qingming raised his eyebrows amusedly when he saw how dumb he looked.He grabbed Mute'er's wrist and tied the rope before, but now there are red marks around him. Looking at his skin color as a man, he is actually three points fairer than Song Qingming.

Song Qingming touched his hand, only some calluses from martial arts practice, it was very soft, a boy born as a commoner had already had his hands rough and hard due to rough work.He thought of the thief he met when he came back at night—couldn't the mute be abducted and sold in this way?

Thinking of this, Song Qingming felt a little more sympathy for the mute, but when he met those eyes, the disgust was clearly on his face, and he looked down at the little hand that he had touched all over the place. Some guilt.

"Hey, there are comings and goings." Song Qingming held his hand and fumbled on his chest. "That's fine."

The surrounding servants stared straight.

The mute was about to leave, but Song Qingming grabbed his collar again.Since he was the young master who was kidnapped and sold, the side room where the servant lives is not suitable. We still have to arrange it tomorrow and give him a side room.

"Hopefully, you will order someone to move a soft couch in my room tonight, and prepare a few more buckets of hot water for the mute to bathe in, so that you can use it to remove bad luck. As for the clothes, I will wear them a few years ago. Change the clothes that are too small for him first."

"..."

"Did you hear me!"

"Oh."

Only then did Song Qingming pat Dumb'er's shoulder in satisfaction, leaning over and said in a low voice, "Don't run away, or I'll force you."

Mute: "..."

Song Qingming turned around and went to take a bath in a good mood.

Song Qingming vaguely felt that this seemed wrong. Although he hadn't enlightened about love, he also knew that same-sex relationships shouldn't be so intimate.It's just that he has never had this kind of "molesting" and "bullying" thoughts towards women, but now he is very happy to do this to the young man.

The bath soup overflowed to the armpits, and the two maids were safe and happy, one was kneading Song Qingming's shoulders, and the other was holding the clothes.Song Qingming soaked in the bath and thought about it, but he still attributed the reason to the state of shock when he saw the mute.

Who doesn't love little beauties.

When Song Qingming came out, he only wore a pair of obscene trousers as usual.Peace and joy led the people to pack up their things, burn incense and put down the veil before retreating.

There is only a furnace of silver charcoal burning, a candle flickering, and a mahogany soft couch quietly placed outside the screen.

He closed his eyes slightly and sat on the bed.

Not long after, there was a "squeak" sound at the door, and a hazy figure walked outside the screen.He turned around and saw that the curtain was ajar and he was slightly dazed, facing Song Qingming who was sitting on the head of the bed unrestrainedly, his open eyes were beating with fire.

Naturally, the mute's eyes did not miss Song Qingming's naked upper body.Thinking of that guy still forcefully grabbing his hand and groping there, he was very annoyed for a moment.

Song Qingming was also looking at him. He was dressed neatly in snow-white clothes, lest he should reveal half of his flesh and make people covet him.The hair was not completely dry, and the ends of the hair were wet and winding on the clothes, leaving a small puddle of water stains.

Three minutes of moonlight came through the window, and the mute stood there, with long eyelashes drooping, like an elf in the moonlight.

It's just that her demeanor is cold and unattainable, and she doesn't know what she will look like when she grows up.Song Qingming blinked.

But the mute glanced at him coldly, turned around the screen, and lay down on the soft couch without saying a word.

"Are you asleep right now?"

After a long time, Song Qingming broke the silence of the night.The body outside the screen moved, but there was no response.

"I'm bored, please chat with me."

"..."

"Where are you from? Do you still have parents at home? Maybe I will be kind enough to help you find them."

"..."

"Today is also the first time I went to Nanfeng Pavilion."

"..."

"Well, I've never been to any other museum before."

"..."

"Stop talking."

"..." This idiot, did he forget something?

"Hey, is your voice bad in the first place, or was it made hoarse?"

The voice suddenly came from far to near, and the dumb child opened his eyes impatiently, and suddenly met Song Qingming's enlarged face and looking inquiring eyes, only to realize that Song Qingming had already walked to the soft couch and looked at him, he subconsciously looked retreat.

So Song Qingming squeezed onto the soft couch as he did. "Don't worry, I'm not a bad guy."

The corner of Mute's mouth drew a mocking arc.

The soft couch was so small that the dumb children would be squeezed out, and half of Song Qingming's body was still outside.Looking at each other, Song Qingming watched quietly, the mute gritted his teeth, his fair cheeks were bulging, and those beautiful eyes were as black as ink, brewing a storm called anger.

Tsk, heartless little thing.

He suddenly held Mute with one hand, and pinched the cock on his cheek with the other, expressing the young master's dissatisfaction with the attitude of this new "child molester".The mute was taken aback by this intimate gesture, and then felt a great insult to his self-esteem.

This prostitute doesn't want to take advantage of tonight——Damn it!You shouldn't treat this guy as stupid and easy to fool, come back with me!If this guy really dares to do something, he will definitely be thrown into the crowd of men in the future and make him regret what happened today!

Mute's chest rose and fell angrily, and the disgust in his eyes was undisguised.

Song Qingming suddenly felt a little worried, and he just wanted to find someone to accompany him quietly, not chasing after him every day saying "What do you want tomorrow", or "Young master can't do this" or "Young master can't do that".

In the Nanfeng Pavilion, one of them didn't want to think about the past, and the other wanted to avoid the future. When the figure crashed into his arms, Song Qingming still thought it was a gift from God.

It's better not to tease this poor kid anymore, looking at his eyes with evil eyes, maybe thinking about how to get revenge in the future.

"It's boring, I'm asleep."

Song Qingming whistled hooliganically, rolled over and got off the soft couch, picked up the candle scissors next to the candlestick, and extinguished the dim light.

Outside the screen, Mute looked at the hazy figure lying on the bed, but couldn't see through it.The anger receded like a tide, but the feeling of disgust still remained in my heart. Maybe this stupid thief... It's very strange that the weather is uncertain.

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