It's hard to seal a fool

In this compartment, Song Qingming sat in a fragrant carriage and fell asleep all the way before returning to the Duke's Mansion.When he jumped off the carriage and the wind blew, he felt extremely sober again.

Mute walked beside him, half a step behind him all the time, her white and tender face was lowered, but she didn't have the temperament of a half-servant, rather she had the feeling of "hiding the dragon in the abyss".Song Qingming remembered the way Hua Youdao was about to reach out to hook his chin earlier, and wondered what it would be like for a dumb child to be hooked and raised his head.

"Mute."

Um?He subconsciously wanted to look up, but Song Qingming lifted his chin with his hand, and his eyes met.

"……"boring.

The mute slapped his hand off unceremoniously, he should be the one who took the initiative to do this kind of thing, I don't know what this dude is pretending to be in his head every day.

Already at the Wuhua Courtyard, the dumb son went straight to the wing room where he lived, and Song Qingming stared blankly from behind.

The mute was about to close the door of the wing room. Suddenly, Song Qingming put one hand on the door and strode forward. He suddenly grabbed his shoulder and turned back. With a "bang", the door was closed vigorously.

What is he doing again!

In the dark and silent room, Song Qingming held the door with one hand, firmly restrained the mute with the other, and lowered his head to stick close to him.

Warm breath sprayed on Mute's forehead, and Song Qingming vaguely saw the redness of his ears, and the tender white face was like a yam cut, but there was unabashed cruelty in those stubborn eyes.

Song Qingming was slightly startled, and the mute kicked him over. He backed up and bumped into the table suddenly, making a loud noise.I don't know where the dumb dagger hid from, and now it is straight towards Song Qingming's heart.

He grabbed Mute'er's wrist with all his strength, but it was not as strong as him, and the dagger fell to the ground with a bang.Song Qingming hugged Ya'er instead, and that elbow hit him hard in the chest.

The two of them, you come and I gesticulate dozens of moves with hands and feet, and the dumb ones are all ruthless, trying every means to grab the dagger that fell on the ground. Deliberately playing dumb.

Between punching and kicking, there was a lot of movement inside the house, and the faces of those who were expected to make a fortune outside, safe and happy, blushed, and for a while didn't know whether to go in or not.

"The thief!"

The nth time the mute was firmly restrained, he gritted his teeth and spit out the words.

"You call me a prostitute, how can I let you scold me for nothing." Song Qingming tilted his head and grinned, and groped down with one hand.

"you!"

"Talk again, and I'll gag you! You know..."

Dumb's face was flushed with anger. Song Qingming wanted to scare him, but somehow, the hand that touched him could feel the rise and fall of the waistline. As a man, Song Qingming only had muscles when he touched himself in the bath. Why is he dumb? son's buttocks...

That big palm was much bigger than the mute's hand, and it was much hotter than the place he touched through the layer of clothing. When kneading wantonly, the scraped finger pulp was still covered with thin calluses, a little rough.

There was a long silence, the mute's body was stiff and his eyes were red, Song Qingming held him firmly, only feeling that his body was hot, and all the heat was gathered below him.

He is also... the first time he did this kind of meng lang thing, and it was to a man, a man... Song Qingming's mouth was a little dry, and suddenly there was a churn in his stomach, and the memory that had been deliberately forgotten clamored to rush out, he was expired The mind that was poisoned by the aphrodisiac suddenly woke up.

Song Qingming suddenly pushed the mute away and suppressed his breath.

"Not leaving yet?"

The mute's eyes were red, and his fingernails were digging into the palm of his hand, ready to bleed.

Song Qingming was filled with apology and self-blame, "I'm sorry—"

The words stopped abruptly, and the next moment Song Qingming groaned and clutched his crotch tightly, half kneeling on the ground with a painful expression.The mute slowly retracted his legs, pinched the back of his neck and pressed down on the ground with all his strength, forcing his forehead to touch the ground, and pressed his ear against his throat to make a sound.

"Don't rely on me to tolerate you."

"You bastard..."

The room finally became quiet, and after a long time, Mute walked out calmly with his hands behind his back, Fa Cai timidly tried to peek inside, but Wang Wang pressed his head.

Hopeful took a quick glance, and began to watch his nose and nose and heart.

Under the table, Song Qingming untied the knot tied behind his back by relying on his sneaky skills in recent years. He rushed to put on the half-tipped shirt that bound the tight muscles on his chest and arms, and staggered to sit up.

"Melon skin."

"Young master." Wang Wang shouted outside the door, "Are you hurt?"

Song Qingming was angry and didn't answer, not knowing whether it was anger or pain, his breathing was heavy and long.

Under the moonlight outside the window, the bamboo shadows are graceful.

Everything around was dull and silent, so quiet that Song Qingming could hear his own heavy breathing. "Huchi...huchi..."

In the looming curtain, a deep sigh sounded like weeping, "Mute..."

Song Qingming woke up almost immediately, his hands were still clenched on the quilt when he woke up, the sticky feeling under his crotch made him suddenly understand what happened.He breathed lightly in the darkness, as if that charming room had actually happened, but it disappeared like a dream.

However, is the position in the dream reversed?

Song Qingming frowned, belatedly realizing something was wrong.

How could he have such a dream about a man.

These days he has been only willing to tease the mute, but not to mention the mute, maybe even he himself has not considered taking this step.Just like what Qin Shou said, regardless of the faint liking, even intellectually, he still has a lot to worry about.

Last night's actions were already very unexpected, how could this be...

"I don't really like men, do I?"

At this moment, Song Qingming still doesn't know that everything stems from Hua Youdao's package of expired aphrodisiacs and the more than ten cups of tea he drank.

Song Qingming sat quietly on the bed.

He had dreamed countless times that he was running as hard as he could in that long corridor, and dreamed that the big fiery and rough hand lingered on his chest in the dark.

The hoarse laughter, together with the glimmer of light hidden by the window, constituted all the dark memories in his heart.

So much so that Song Qingming grabbed Ya'er by the collar that night in the Nanfeng Pavilion, as if pinching the back of fate's neck, and he brought Ya'er out of there, as if he rescued himself from the darkness.

Dumb, different from others.

Song Qingming got up, took a shower, and started practicing knives in the yard.Half an hour later, Mute quietly appeared in the shadows as usual, as if what happened last night together with Song Qingming's erotic dream had disappeared without a trace.

It's just that there was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes looking at Song Qingming, and this line of sight followed Song Qingming indistinctly, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Song Qingming finally gave up practicing the sword and turned to look at him.

"I was the one who was abrupt about what happened last night. I will never do it again in the future."

"Pfft."

Mute looked at him contemptuously, Song Qingming only felt that the morning light hit his body gloomyly, with an inexplicable chill.He guessed that the child must be thinking about how to tear himself apart.

But after going through what happened last night, the mute is still staying by his side. Does it prove that the person who harmed him is more terrifying than himself?

"Stop practicing, let's go to the study."

Song Qingming raised his hand to wipe off the thin sweat on his forehead, and went to the study room. The dumb son walked behind him, looking pure and noble, not like a servant or a master.

"The handwriting you wrote at the poetry meeting is so beautiful, why don't you teach me to write?" Song Qingming spread out the rice paper beside the desk, applauding for the excellent reason he found.

The mute glanced at him and rolled his eyes.

After a long time, he snorted coldly, and still leaned over to pick up the pen and grind the ink.

Song Qingming sat obliquely behind him, originally looking at the paper and ink seriously, but only stared at the buttocks that were slightly tightly wrapped when the mute bent over, and suddenly thought of how he acted like kneading dough last night, the blood gushed out of nowhere .

He couldn't help but think of the peaches that were tributed by the Western Regions last year, the first-ripe peaches, plump red, round and juicy——

Pfft, Song Qingming just felt that a string in his brain was broken.

He lifted his head with a feeling in his heart, and the mute was looking down at him coldly, his face had become uglier than ever.Obviously, Song Qingming's fiery gaze was too direct, making it easy for him to guess what kind of dirty thoughts this prostitute is harboring at the moment.

"I'd better go to the practice room." Song Qingming rushed out like a wind.

Behind him, the mute stared quietly at the half-open door, narrowing his eyes.

Song Qingming stayed in the practice room until noon. When the Duke Song Qianyuan came over, he was sweating profusely from the practice. As the last bit of medicine was discharged along the sweat, Song Qingming felt that what happened last night and this morning was even more absurd stand up.

Grandpa Guo was still watching him make gestures in relief.

Now Ningjing is still a bit cold, and the matter of crusade against the barbarians has been put on the charter, but whether to go out or not, who will lead the army has not yet been decided.

Everyone thinks that the second son of the Duke of the Kingdom is a dandy, and lives a life of idleness with his shade, but few people know that he has been practicing martial arts every day for the past ten years, and he dare not slack off.

"Are you preparing for the spring hunting in ten days' time?" Seeing Song Qingming like this, his expression was complicated. "If you really want to embark on that road, perhaps the spring hunting is the best chance for you to make a difference."

"Well, as the eldest son, the eldest brother can inherit the title in the future. But if the child wants fame, he can only fight for it on his own."

This is what his little mother instilled in him every day.

Song Qianyuan frowned half-paid, but still spit out the words: "Actually...if you don't want to, as a father, I can find you a free job in the capital."

"My son has been taught by his father for ten years, and he dare not slack off in the slightest." Song Qingming knelt down straight, with a solemn expression, "but my son should not be idle—he will never embarrass his parents."

"You are going to risk your life for a future!" Song Qianyuan's eyes were filled with distress, but after all, the palms and backs of his hands were all flesh.

"...Maybe if I really died outside, my mother wouldn't feel ashamed."

"Bullshit!"

Song Qingming's reputation as a dandy has only spread in recent years.

For so many years, seeing him every day, Lu urged him to practice martial arts and calligraphy. Although there was warmth between mother and child, it gradually disappeared under Lu's beating and persecution.Sometimes even he himself can't tell whether it is his mother's wish or his own ambition to be named a marquis and worship a minister. He is like a puppet being raped, doing what his mother wants him to do.

I don't know when, when Song Qingming saw his mother, there was only fear and resistance. The more Lu wanted him to do something, the more he wanted to do the opposite.

After doing too many idle things, he has become a well-known playboy in the aristocratic family, but the long-cherished wish of fame and fame seems to be engraved in his bones and blood, no matter how difficult it is to get rid of it after practicing martial arts in the morning and evening.

Perhaps he will be free until the day he truly fulfills his mother's long-cherished wish.

"Qing Yun also came to see you. It's boring for her to learn embroidery and piano in the inner courtyard. You can go and play with her." Song Qianyuan walked away with his hands behind his back, sighing softly.

Song Qingming watched his father leave, then turned to look for Song Qingyun.

The author says:

The long wear is so nice, they won't ban me, I'm so touched.Did I write this dream well?Is it well written?Reserved?Introverted?Praise me!

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