I failed again

Song Shujing frowned tightly, his face full of pain, as if the bowl of medicine was not used to cure diseases and save lives, but a bowl of poison. However, despite his reluctance, he still gritted his teeth, raised his head and drank the bowl of black medicine with a pungent smell. After drinking it, he only felt a burning sensation in his throat and his stomach was churning like a sea of ​​​​water.

Song Shujing endured the discomfort and slowly put down the bowl in his hand. The bowl collided with the table with a light "bang". He took a few breaths and tried to calm his churning stomach. At this time, his eyes inadvertently swept to a delicate small box placed beside him, which was filled with tempting, sweet and delicious candied fruits.

Song Shujing seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and quickly reached out to grab a candied fruit from the box and put it into his mouth. As soon as the candied fruit entered his mouth, it exuded a strong sweetness, instantly covering up the nauseating smell of medicine just now. He chewed slowly, feeling the sweet taste brought by the candied fruit, and his originally frowned brows gradually relaxed.

Song Shujing couldn't help but take a few more and eat them. The sweetness spread in his mouth, making Song Shujing instantly forget the bitter Chinese medicine he had just taken.

The servant who was guarding watched Song Shujing finish drinking the medicine, then stepped forward, picked up the empty bowl, bowed, and left.

After the servant left, Song Shujing picked up the book again and started reading, occasionally taking a candied fruit from the box and eating it.

Song Shujing stayed in the small study for the whole morning and did not come out until lunch time.

No one knew where Mo Hanqi had gone and he didn't come back to have lunch with him. Song Shujing felt more comfortable being alone.

After lunch, Song Shujing returned to the small study, but did not continue reading. Instead, he stood in front of the window, looking at the scenery outside with a melancholy expression.

He wanted to go out and didn't want to stay in this small world and read those books that he had memorized by heart.

When he was in the Marquis' Mansion, he was confined to that courtyard by his stepmother, and now he is confined to this small room by Mo Hanqi. The only activity area he has is the inner room for rest and this small study. There is no other place to go.

Song Shujing felt that he was becoming more and more like a male concubine who waited in the room for his master to favor him.

Song Shujing lowered his head and laughed at himself. What was the difference between similar and unsimilar? Wasn't his current identity just that of a male concubine?

He is also a male concubine who spoils his master's fun.

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At dinner time, Mo Hanqi still hadn't come back, so Song Shujing had dinner alone.

Guessing that Mo Hanqi would not come tonight, Song Shujing rested for a while and then asked the servants to bring in hot water so that he could take a bath.

Song Shujing took off his clothes one by one, revealing a body as white as jade. He lowered his head to look at the marks left by Mo Hanqi last night which had not yet disappeared. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his legs, stepped into the bathtub and sat down.

Song Shujing sat in the bathtub, wondering when he could leave.

Although life in the Marquis' Mansion is also boring, it is better than here. After all, in the Marquis' Mansion, I don't have to serve others like I do now.

Song Shujing stayed in the bathtub for a long time, until the water inside began to get cold, he came out and picked up the clean underwear beside him and put it on.

Song Shujing picked up a piece of cloth, wiped his wet hair and walked into the inner room, ready to rest. He saw Mo Hanqi coming back not long ago and sitting by the bed waiting for him.