Escape from the Ghost

At this moment, Li Zhaoling's feelings in his heart were really complicated, his heart was beating so hard that it was about to fly out, but he felt faintly holding back his energy!Zero-distance intimate contact, for an old virgin who has only had secret love experience for 3000 years, is obviously beyond the mark!

Song Yi saw that he tightly pursed his mouth and did not speak, his expression was a little ugly, he lowered his head and kissed like a chicken pecking rice, but Li Zhaoling was like a log, his cheeks were tense, and he stared blankly without any response .

Fuck!He wouldn't want to reject me, would he?As soon as this idea appeared, Song Yi almost spit out his lungs.

To be honest, all his actions now are the instinctive secretion of male hormones, and there is no time to break up the status quo and think about it.The predecessor has been dead for 3000 years and still waits foolishly for this kind of gossip at eight o'clock. He doesn't care about it at all.So in comparison, as the only son of a real estate tycoon, the rich second-generation genius young master Song Jiaben, who is handsome, young and good-looking, is more let down by rejection.

Forget it, the big brother on the other side is not human, who knows if he has any special hobbies, maybe he still likes rough guys who can go to the battlefield to kill and lick blood, all of them look like Xia Houyong, with beards comparable to Hairy legs.

After careful and careful thinking, Song Yi finally found a foothold for his brain, reluctantly let go, and said nonchalantly, "It's fine if you have nothing to say..."

Li Zhaoling kept a icy face from the beginning to the end, neither pushed Song Yi away nor made any further moves.After a while, a blush quietly appeared on his face, although it was hidden under the healthy wheat-colored skin, but was caught by Song Yi, a very fine person.

The ancestors said that if you want to refuse, you should still welcome is the kingly way.

Seeing that there was a door, Song Yi immediately opened all ten fingers and let go, and was about to get up as soon as he stretched his arms. He pretended to cover his mouth and comforted himself, saying: "There are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world. Let's just kiss. Don't be afraid." It looks like being robbed of the first night." He touched his lips, licked it with his tongue on purpose, patted Li Zhaoling's shoulder and said earnestly, "Don't worry, I don't mind, we will still be good friends in the future, don't Take it too seriously." After finishing speaking, she was about to get out of bed.

Li Zhaoling looked coldly, you little bastard!It's almost impossible!

He clearly knew that Song Yi was scheming against him again, but he still couldn't help but hold the man's hand, then turned around, and the two of them changed positions and lay down on the bed.He looked down at Song Yi, and said dully, "I... do have something to say to you."

Song Yi asked cheekily, "What are you talking about?"

There was another silence. He waited impatiently, but Li Zhaoling had a serious face and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Ok?"

Li Zhaoling moved his lips and said, "I...I want the general to come back to life. Apart from love and respect, what is more important is the promise. This is a man's promise, and I must fulfill it, so..."

Song Yi covered his mouth with his hand and said, "I didn't understand before, but in the future, I am willing to try to understand."

Li Zhaoling held his hand tightly, and the expression in Song Yi's eyes was unprecedented determination and tenacity, every word seemed to be branded in his heart, and he said, "Song Yi, I want you to live."

Song Yi slid his fingertips across Li Zhaoling's brows, bridge of nose, and corners of his lips to trace carefully, and reluctantly said, "Let's go together..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Zhaoling blocked his mouth with an unskilled kiss. With jerky, cautious and flustered, Song Yi honestly had a sore mouth, toothache, and tongue pain, but he really enjoyed it in his heart.

In the end, he pushed Li Zhaoling away and asked, "Is there anything else you haven't told me? The most important thing."

Li Zhaoling responded domineeringly with a blushing face: "Dogs can't change eating shit, I even kissed each other, what are you talking about?

"..."

"Aren't you awake yet?" There was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door, Xia Houyong pushed the door impatiently and said, "It's been too long for you two..."

When he looked up, he suddenly saw the messy quilt on the bed. The flushed expressions of the two people were two parts flustered, three parts calm, and five parts resigned to death. They hugged each other in a standard love action movie provocative pose, He was speechless for a moment, as if he had been frightened by something.

Su Ningzi's nagging voice suddenly appeared behind Xia Houyong: "The treatment of postpartum hemorrhage should also be repaired?" He and Li Zhaoling looked at each other, took a step back and took Su Ningzi's shoulders and led her to the yard, saying, "Li Zhaoling recommended your sweet-scented osmanthus cake to me. I heard it's super delicious. Come here...I'll have a taste."

What a brother!

For the first time in so many years, Li Zhaoling was purely moved by the friendship between himself and Xia Houyong.He got off the bed in embarrassment, neatly turned up the collar of his shirt, and adjusted the hem of his suit.

Song Yi looked at his embarrassed appearance, like an old professor whose office had just been stolen by a female secretary, and asked casually, "Does Song Muzhi have a younger brother? Why haven't you heard about it?"

When Li Zhaoling heard this, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and his face changed slightly. When he raised his head again, his expression was normal, no different from usual.He bent down, put the half-fallen quilt back on the bed, and said, "I didn't say anything about someone who is not very important." After a pause, he added, "The two of them have been waiting for a long time, let's go out."

Looking at Li Zhaoling's tall and straight back, Song Yi froze in place and frowned.

Li Zhaoling walked to the door, stopped his hand on the door latch, lowered his head slightly, his glasses were covered by crumbly bangs, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. After a while, he said: "The past is the past, the important thing is the future." .” After speaking, he opened the door and walked into the yard.

Li Zhaoling's deliberate concealment made Song Yi dazed for a moment, he smiled wryly, and sighed inwardly, this person really lived up to his curiosity.He pulled the neckline a bit, raised his brows slightly, and showed a proud and determined smile: I still don't believe it, my lord, even if it's a cancer that's not good for 3000 years, I'll dig it out and squeeze out the pus before you treat it well of medicine.

He rubbed his shoulders and walked out the door with his head held high.

Su Ningzi watched Song Yi come out, and the thief went up to meet her. She grabbed her wrist and felt her pulse, saying, "Hey, do you have a fever? Why is your pulse beating so fast?"

Song Yi stopped in a hurry, swallowed his saliva and stammered, "What age is it, are you still playing quacks? Seriously, I think you still have room to study, why don't you go back and apply for some medical department?" big."

Su Ningzi was suspicious, raised her eyes and took a closer look at Song Yi, and said, "Chinese medicine is extensive and profound. Seeing that your face is flushed and the corners of your lips..." She grabbed Song Yi's chin, took a serious look, and said, "Congested blood ..." This word almost made Song Yi vomit blood.

Xia Houyong was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, trembling with sullen face, struggling for the last time. When he heard Su Ningzi's words, he immediately swallowed the whole piece in one mouthful, chewed it with great relish, and said with tears in his eyes, "Really... It's delicious..." The next second, his face turned blue, and he clutched his chest before speaking.

Li Zhaoling forced himself to walk over calmly, supported him and said, "What's wrong with you, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Su Ningzi finally withdrew her scrutiny, grabbed Xia Houyong's arm and stretched it out, pulled two leaves from the green-headed grass beside the stone table, rubbed them in Xia Houyong's mouth and said, "The poison is not mine. Next, don't blackmail people."

Only then did Xia Houyong catch his breath, covered his neck and said, "No... who else is it if it's not you?"

Su Ningzi played with the remaining green leaves in her hand, and said meaningfully: "Lang|swing|laugh, this kid is really old-fashioned." She paused and asked, "Have you ever touched anything on Zhao You? pieces."

Xia Houyong's face was cloudy, and he curled his lips and said, "He wants to leave, I wanted to chase him, but his guitar smashed him off the roof."

Su Ningzi smiled with satisfaction, and said: "You are really promising! The flowers and plants in my yard are mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus in the cakes. This poison will not kill you, but it will melt when it meets plants. and……"

Xia Houyong said with a bitter face, "And what? There won't be any sequelae..."

Su Ningzi threw down the leaf in her hand, showed an extremely secretive smile at Xia Houyong, and said, "Do you know what 'wave|swing' means? You chose this one, I'm so curious...how did you offend him?" She Walked over, patted Xia Houyong on the shoulder, and whispered, "Enjoy yourself, so you can do it for yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Houyong felt hot all over his body, especially a certain hidden part of his lower abdomen, wishing to explode in place, and his voice changed when he spoke again: "Damn it! I can't do it anymore, this... there is no way to solve it ?"

Su Ningzi took a deep breath and shook her head in embarrassment.Xia Houyong tugged at his collar, bowed his body and looked at Li Zhaoling desperately.

Li Zhaoling nodded solemnly and said, "I can do it myself."

Xia Houyong glared at him, swallowed angrily: "Okay..." Then he jumped on the roof and retreated urgently.

Su Ningzi yelled at his back: "This poison can only be detoxified by yourself, if you get it on other things, your place will be useless." At the end, she added a sentence with sincerity, "Come on..."

Song Yi stood aside, trying to hold back a smile. It seems that the past and present are really the same. The spirit of being a soldier and playing hooligans can be said to be highly compatible.

Su Ningzi closed her eyes, looked at the two people in front of her, sat on the stone bench and raised her legs, and said, "You don't have anything to explain?"

The old ancestor said again, never underestimate a woman's intuition.

Song Yi sat down on the stone bench, "Hehe..." With a dry laugh, he said, "We are in free love."

At this moment, he really sympathized with Song Muzhi. Of these four so-called retainers, one covets his beauty with a gloomy face every day, the other is equipped with radar in his eyes and can shoot 360 degrees at all men around him without any dead ends, and the other is nervous. It is thicker than a tree trunk, and if you keep silent, black hands will fall behind your back. It feels like it is accidentally folded in the hands of your own people every minute, and you must have a tenacious heart to survive.

Li Zhaoling looked on coldly, not intending to save the situation at all, mainly because Song Yi knew how to act, which always gave him a different kind of taste.

Su Ningzi squinted at Li Zhaoling in distaste, raised her eyebrows and said, "I said you didn't want to save him anyway? Did you have a premeditated plan?"

Song Yi raised his eyes and asked Li Zhaoling, and said cautiously, "Save me without taking your life?"

What Su Ningzi wanted to say was immediately interrupted by Li Zhaoling: "It's nothing...you lost too much blood, and your Yin Qi is too heavy, so I replenished your Qi." Su Ningzi looked at Li Zhaoling with a little surprise, but didn't say anything .

Song Yi suddenly remembered and asked, "How is Lin Ying?"

"Sent back to the hospital, don't worry, there will be someone in the land to deal with the aftermath."

Su Ningzi put her arms around her chest, and said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean to make good aftermath? It's not a trick of overwriting memory and fabricating history, deceiving yourself and others." Li Zhaoling glared at her, and she closed her mouth angrily and stopped talking.

Seeing their expressions, Song Yi didn't ask any more questions, but changed the subject and continued: "Before you came, Lin Ying told me that the reason why the Song family army was defeated in Mucheng was because someone in the army colluded with the enemy and treasoned the country. Also, Song Muzhi He died from poisoning." He said each word slowly, deliberately observing Li Zhaoling's face.

Hearing the word poisoning, Li Zhaoling's muscles tensed instantly.

In Song Yi's life, avoidance has never been the way to solve problems.After he noticed the slight change in Li Zhaoling's eyes, he said, "There is one more thing I don't want to hide, I know Song Qingzhi."

Li Zhaoling frowned: "Have you seen him?"

Song Yi stared into Li Zhaoling's eyes and said, "In a dream."

The corners of Su Ningzi's eyes and mouth were tense, and her expression was extremely serious. She stood up and said to Li Zhaoling: "I believe Zhao You's words are not groundless. We have not asked questions for so many years not because we have no suspicions, but because of a common goal. There is helpless trust. I think, given the current situation, should you explain the mutiny in the army? Li Zhaoling, are you still unwilling to give everyone a reasonable answer even now?"