Bamboo horse is straight A, what should I do?

When approaching the industrial area, Rongmian contacted Jiaobai, who happened to be heading back with someone.

After he reported Xiaowu's safety, he met Jiaobai and the others in an empty factory building.

After Song Yang parked the car, Rong Mian immediately got out of the car and hurried towards the three hover cars parked on the other side.

Ziobai was already waiting by the car, and saluted respectfully when he saw him come over.

"I have injected the antidote to the child and is conscious now, but I am very defensive about us and I dare not get too close to him."

Rong Mian nodded, followed the direction he pointed to the last hover car, and opened the rear door.

Mo Yifei huddled in a corner and hugged his knees with his hands, his whole body was tense. He was startled when he heard the movement, and immediately looked over with sleepy eyes vigilantly.

After seeing that it was Rong Mian who came, his nerves, which had been tensed all night, relaxed a little.

"elder brother?"

Seeing the redness and swelling on his face, and those eyes that seemed to be trying to stay awake, Rong Mian didn't know how to describe her mood, as if her child was beaten right under her nose.

Rong Mian stepped into the car, and noticed from the corner of her eye that there were only two people in the car, the driver and Mo Yifei.

This is probably Zizania's thoughtfulness.

Afraid of irritating Mo Yifei, he deliberately sat down at a distance of one person, and said softly, "Don't worry, they are all members of the military, you are already safe."

As soon as he heard the word "Military", Mo Yifei leaned forward slightly and shrank back, clenched his trouser legs with five fingers, and lowered his head to avoid Rong Mian's sight.

"I want to go back to Brother Xiaowu's shop. After being out for so long, he, he should be worried."

Rong Mian originally thought that this sentence would make him relax, but she didn't expect it to have the opposite effect.

After going over what he said just now in his mind, he suddenly realized the problem.

Be it Xiaowu or Mo Yifei, they are all "black households" smuggled out of Xuexing.

Rong Mian opened the terminal and dialed Xiao Wu's communication number.

The video connection was connected almost immediately, and Xiaowu's anxious face appeared on the virtual screen that popped up.

"Rongmian, how is Yifei? Are you okay?"

Rong Mian: "Well, I'm planning to send him back."

As soon as he heard Xiao Wu's voice, Mo Yifei raised his head again, and crawled to Rong Mian's side with hands and feet, so that he could appear in the video screen.

"Brother Wu, I'm fine."

Across the screen, Xiao Wu saw the injury on his face, and immediately guessed what it was, gritted his teeth so angry that his eyes were red.

"Does it hurt?"

Mo Yifei shook his head: "A beta brother gave me medicine, and now the pain is gone."

Listening to their conversation, Rong Mian took another look at Mo Yifei.

At the age of 14, he was still so calm when he was kidnapped and drugged. It was the same just now, and it was the same when he met him for the first time in the military academy.

Seeing the person, Xiao Wu felt relieved, and looked at Rong Mian: "I'm sorry, I always trouble you."

Rong Mian: "It's more troublesome if you don't say anything when you encounter something."

Outside, Song Yang didn't go with Rong Mian after getting off the car.

"Where are the captured people locked up?" He asked Jiao Bai.

Ziabab said respectfully, "The old place."

More than ten years ago, when Song Yu was studying in the military academy, he built a temporary prison in Xuefuxing to detain some killers who came to assassinate him.

After years of disuse, it is now in use again.

Song Yang took out a piece of toffee from his pocket, and slowly peeled off the wrapper.

"Work hard these two days and find a way to record their confessions."

Zibai replied: "We found His Majesty's people during the hunt."

As he spoke, he enlarged a photo and put it in front of Song Yang.

The photo is a snapshot, very blurry, only a rough outline can be seen, the street lamp illuminates the position of the man's chest, and the reflective buttons have patterns similar to rose seasons.

In addition to cultivating their own dark guards, the royal family also has a special department, which recruits elites from all walks of life and will work for the royal family, but like the dark guards, it does not belong to any establishment system.

This is what Song Yang heard from Song Yu after the accident in the industrial zone.

And the buttons with rose engravings are the only symbol of this department, just like every hidden guard has a small embroidery on their clothes, which not only represents their identity, but also Song Yu's bad taste.

Just as she was talking, Rong Mian got off the suspension vehicle and walked towards them.

Rong Mian glanced at the enlarged virtual screen: "Your Majesty's people?"

Song Yang nodded: "How did you guess that?"

Rong Mian chuckled: "As long as my brother is in the imperial capital, he will go to the garden every week to cut a bunch of roses and put them in their bedroom. I guessed it the first time I saw this button engraving. Maybe it's not my brother. The people who belong to Yuge are the people of Brother Yu."

Song Yang: "He only cuts roses, why?"

Seeing that Jiaobai and several other guards were also present, Rong Mian cleared his throat in embarrassment: "He said that Rose is the queen of flowers and is the best match for Brother Yu."

Giving the queen of flowers to the king, is this a compliment or a detriment to him?

Song Yang: "It's a miracle that Master can live till now."

Rong Mian: "It can only be called true love."

Zibazania, who eavesdropped with his ears up: "..."

Don't you even deny it?

Song Yang leaned against the car and said lazily, "If they dare to touch the rich peasants, my brother will definitely do it."

Rong Mian nodded in agreement.

Although he said he didn't want to take care of anything, Song Yu actually planned out the general scope of responsibilities from the very beginning.

The reformers inside the rich peasants are all in charge of the rich peasants, Rong Mian is in charge of the reformers who enter the military academy and the area where Rong Mian lives, and Song Yang is in charge of the investigation of the people who are secretly doing things.

But it doesn't mean that it can't be managed outside the scope of responsibility.

Just like what Song Yu said to them at the beginning, I hope they can try to deal with everything.

Rong Mian: "Go back and communicate with Brother Yu."

Song Yang glanced at the suspension car Mo Yifei was riding on: "Is it done over there?"

Rong Mian followed his gaze and smiled lowly: "There's nothing to deal with, he's fine."

As soon as he turned back, he met Song Yang's unhappy face, Rong Mian: "..."

Even eat vinegar from a 14-year-old omega?

Rong Mian thinks it's better to explain: "Although my brother is bent, I am straight."

Song Yang hummed: "Master didn't know that he could bend before, so I had to guard against it."

Rong Mian: "..."

Zizania: "..."

If he can still bend after this, he will no longer believe in love.

The guards in the corner silently acted as background boards: "..."

It's so good.

It's good that the boss didn't let them listen to the corner.

Hand over the matter here to Jiaobai, and the two prepare to go back to school.

Before leaving, Rong Mian warned: "They didn't succeed today, and they may do so soon. Please pay more attention, especially Xiao Wu, he is a high-risk target."

Zibazania respectfully replied: "Yes."

The levitating vehicle is lifted into the air and hovers near the industrial area.

Rong Mian watched as Jiao Bai personally drove Mo Yifei to the door of the rich peasant's dormitory area.

"I kind of understand why my brother wants to accept apprentices."

Song Yang's eyebrows twitched, he looked through the car window and walked downstairs to the dormitory alone, holding hands with Wen Yu who was waiting there and disappeared from sight.

"You want to take him?"

Rong Mian leaned on the back of the chair relaxedly, smiled after a moment of silence: "I'll think about it when I become stronger."

Song Yang leaned over, supported the back of the chair, tilted his head and kissed his lips.

"No, I don't agree."

She has kissed so many times, but every time she is kissed, Rong Mian still feels palpitations.

Looking at the magnified handsome face, his voice was hoarse: "Why?"

Song Yang stared at him with a serious expression he had never had before: "You don't need friends, apprentices, or children. It's enough to have me by your side."

Rong Mian's eyes flickered slightly.

This was the first time he felt such a strong possessive desire from Song Yang.

In the past, Song Yang would act like a baby and cling to him, but because he was too cute, this possessive desire was diluted.

It was obviously an unreasonable sentence, but Ke Rongmian's heartbeat accelerated, and he even lost control of his breathing.

He pretended to chuckle casually: "If I don't listen, you won't lock me up, will you?"

In the stalemate staring at each other, Rong Mian saw that Song Yang's expression did not change at all.

"..."

You actually acquiesced, this kid.

Song Yang noticed the subtle change in Rong Mian's expression, and his voice was lower than usual: "Are you angry?"

Why didn't I see you so cautious when you spoke harshly?

Wouldn't it be too cute?

Rong Mian patted his head and kissed him: "You are always by my side, the past, present and future will not change."

The stagnant air just now was instantly ignited, and Rong Mian felt that even the hot air exhaled by the other party carried a scorching temperature.

Song Yang's hand resting on the back of the chair moved to the back of Rong Mian's neck, stroked his hair lightly, and deepened the kiss slightly.

The familiar breath, with a strong milky smell, was sweet, and it instantly brought back the painful memories of Rong Mian's previous life. His consciousness gradually drifted away. When he recovered, Song Yang still hadn't let go of him. .

If it weren't for the good lung capacity, I would have died after such a long time.

There was a slight tingling sensation on the lips and tongue, Rong Mian patted Song Yang's back, indicating that the other party was almost done.

Was he so annoying tonight because he was stimulated by his words of wanting to accept disciples?

But after hinting that the other party did not let go, the hand on the back of his neck suddenly reached into his collar.

The gland was gently stroked by the pulp of the finger, and Rong Mian's fingers were suddenly retracted, and the whole body went numb.

He pushed the person away with a little force, gasping for breath, sweat slid down his forehead, he was more tired than just after fighting with his brother.

"I'm going to be killed by you."

Song Yang looked at him: "You don't like it?"

Noticing the grievance in Song Yang's eyes, Rong Mian smiled angrily.

He did something bad and was wronged directly.

"You also take care of my feelings as a novice."

Song Yang looked serious: "I'm also a novice."

Rong Mian: "..."

According to Song Yang's conditions, there is no shortage of targets at all, and he can't get what kind of people he wants.

Based on Rong Mian's understanding of Song Yang, if the other party never meets true love, he may become a merciless libertine, because he puts all his thoughts on the machine and doesn't pay special attention to anyone.

But whether it's a libertine, or marrying true love and having children, it's all a matter of the previous life, it's a lie to say that you don't care, Rong Mian wants to ask but feels that there is no need to ask.

If Song Yang still remembered the past life, but chose him instead of finding that true love, wouldn't that mean that in Song Yang's heart, he was more important?

Even time has been restarted, what else can't be restarted?

Seeing that Rong Mian was really out of breath, Song Yang belatedly felt guilty, but only a little.

The rabbit is so fragrant, and it dangles in front of his eyes all day long. He can bear it until now and he will boast of himself.

Back in the dormitory, it was already past Song Yang's scheduled time for listening to bedtime stories.

When he came out of the shower, Rong Mian was video chatting with Song Yu, reporting the situation at hand.

Rong Mian: "We now suspect that Qin Yushu is behind this scene."

Song Yu: "Is there any evidence?"

If they want to go through the normal judicial process, even if they have determined who is behind the scenes, it is empty talk without evidence.

Song Yang went over, casually sat on the armrest of the sofa beside Rong Mian, brushed his hair and said lazily, "I have evidence of Qin Dai's involvement in the incident, but there is no Qin Yushu yet."

Rong Mian looked up at him: "Was it taken out of their hands at night?"

Song Yang nodded, and showed them the video recording in the small garden.

Hearing that they were going to "choose a concubine" for Song Yang, Rong Mian felt that she should be angry, but somehow she laughed.

From the corner of the eye, Song Yang glared at him unhappily, and his eyes were full of "Are you still laughing? You were laughing when you heard that someone was going to introduce Omega to me? You really don't love me."

In front of Brother Yu, Rong Mian wanted to restrain herself a bit, but she couldn't stop laughing because of this look.

Originally, the business was almost done. Seeing this, Song Yu wanted to tease a few words, but Song Yang choked the video.

Song Yu: "..."

This kid who protects the food.

In the dormitory in Area A, Song Yang pushed Rong Mian to the bathroom.

"Quick wash."

Rong Mian laughed and said, "It's only 10 o'clock."

Song Yang: "I promised to tell a story, but it's timed out."

Rong Mian reluctantly took the change of clothes in his hands and went in to take a shower.

Seeing the door close in front of his eyes, Song Yang waited for a while, then felt that he was stupid waiting at the door like this, so he went to lie down on the bed silently.

Only 2 minutes passed when I checked the time for the third time.

Song Yang stared at the door of the bathroom. If his eyes were like a knife, the door would have been torn to pieces by him.

Why hasn't it come out yet?

It was too much to wait for the rabbit to tell him a story.

If this went on like this, Song Yang felt that he might not be able to resist running to open the bathroom door.

To avoid doing stupid things, Song Yang sat up and opened the drawing software.

Walking out of the bathroom, Rong Mian saw that Song Yang was leaning against the head of the bed and concentrating on drawing pictures, with a few dolls he won from today's game placed beside him.

The bed is too small, one third is taken up by these dolls.

Sitting among a group of dolls, Piggy was serious about his work, so cute that Rong Mian couldn't help but want to bite his ear and squeeze it a few times.

Rong Mian knelt on the bed with her legs bent, and climbed from Song Yang's body to the inside.

"Tell me a bedtime story."

Song Yang reached out and patted his head: "It will be fine soon."

Rong Mian hugged the rabbit doll that he won today, watching him draw, the more he looks at it, the more he likes it.

How could there be such a person in this world who suits his appetite?

Everything grows in his preferences, and he can't wait to hang it on the waist of his trousers every day, and take it with him wherever he goes.

When Rongmian opened his eyes again, he realized that he had fallen asleep.

Seeing the time at three o'clock in the morning, the boy who wanted to listen to his bedtime story was drawing the design in high spirits, don't be too happy.

In principle, Rong Mian fully supports Song Yang's work, but it is absolutely impossible not to sleep.

Rong Mian reached over the wolf cub doll and pulled Song Yang's pajamas.

"Coke, go to sleep."

Song Yang patted his hand: "It will be ready soon."

While speaking, he never took his eyes off the screen, and his other hand didn't stop at all.

Rong Mian: "..."

With this level of concentration, he may not even have time to be a libertine.

Daddy got you wrong, Piggy.

"Ha Chirp—Mianmian misses me."

Song Yang muttered something in a low voice, and continued to draw pictures as if nothing had happened.

Rong Mian: "..."

In order to divert Song Yang's attention, Rong Mian threw all the dolls between them on the carpet, moved to Song Yang's side, and put her arms around his waist.

Feeling the body temperature beside him, Song Yang looked away from the screen.

"Mianmian?"

Rong Mian found a comfortable position next to him and closed her eyes: "I won't be able to sleep without hugging you, it's okay, you are busy with your work."

Song Yang looked at the unfinished picture, raised his pen and drew two strokes, then looked down at Rong Mian, drew two strokes and then looked down again.

After going back and forth several times, he finally realized that he couldn't do it. His mind was full of the beauties beside him, and he couldn't draw at all.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Yang noted a few important data on the unfinished part, decisively turned off the terminal, turned off the lights and lay down.

"Mianmian..."

Song Yang, who was sleeping warmly, hugged him, "I won't draw anymore, let's tell a bedtime story."

The only response to him was Rongmian's little grunt.

Song Yang: "..."

I knew I would not draw.

Originally, I only wanted to draw the rabbit after taking a bath, but I couldn't stop at the beginning, and even made the storyteller fall asleep.

Song Yang stared at Rong Mian's sleeping face for a moment, then carefully kissed him on his forehead, the corners of his eyes, and the tip of his nose.

"Good night."

When the breathing in his ears became longer, Rong Mian slightly raised the corners of his mouth from an angle he couldn't see, stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt on Song Yang's body, and fell asleep with ease in his arms.

The next Sunday.

After breakfast, the two went to the school infirmary first.

When they reached the second floor of the medical building, they met Doctor Liu who was on duty, and the three of them took the elevator to the intensive care floor together.

Seeing the dark circles under Dr. Liu's eyes, Rong Mian felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry for causing you to be on duty for two days on weekends."

School doctor Liu waved his hand: "The matter hasn't been resolved yet, it's even more uncomfortable if I have to go back and rest."

Song Yang: "How is Zhang Jiawei?"

The elevator opened, Doctor Liu went out with them.

"The steel ball was taken out, blood was transfused, and the situation stabilized at 2 o'clock in the morning."

Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Song Yang and Rong Mian, a little embarrassed: "But it is not suitable to transfer now."

Rong Mian understands his position as a doctor, but Zhang Jiawei's subjective malice is very strong, if he is allowed to stay in the school infirmary and regain his personal freedom, even if he does not escape, it will cause riots.

Before arriving at Zhang Jiawei's ward, he met a school doctor on duty on the way.

Xiao Zhou looked at School Doctor Liu and said in surprise, "Old Liu, you are here today too. It just so happens that Qin Rui woke up."

Rong Mian's eyes flashed, and he exchanged a glance with Song Yang, and asked softly, "Can we visit now? We have something to ask."

Xiao Zhou led them over: "Yes, but he is still a little weak, so we can't talk for too long."

After opening the door and entering, the protective cover of the medical cabin in the ward was open, and Qin Rui was staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Song Yang stood at the door, pulled a chair casually and sat down, without intending to approach.

If it is not necessary, he does not seem to participate in this kind of occasion.

Standing beside the medical cabin, Rong Mian saw Qin Rui's gaze turned to him, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still remember what happened?"

Qin Rui's voice was hoarse: "What if you remember, so what if you don't remember?"

This attitude does not seem to be intended to cooperate.

Rong Mian: "Senior Liu Yi was seriously injured in this incident, I have the right to ask you to cooperate with me."

Qin Rui slowly looked away, looked at the ceiling again, and said in a weak voice, "I beat him like that, and I am willing to bear all the consequences."

Rong Mian didn't think she was a person full of sympathy, but she was still stung by his desperate eyes that seemed to give up everything.

"Why did you hit him?"

It took a while for Qin Rui to speak, and it took a lot of effort to speak.

"I hit him when I saw he was upset."

Rong Mian pulled a chair and sat down, her voice was very calm: "Do you think he is upset?"

Qin Rui: "I'm not happy anywhere."

Rong Mian: "Okay, then how did you hit him?"

After asking, he saw Qin Rui's hands slowly closing.

"If you didn't find out in time, both you and Liu Yi would have been burned to death."

Rong Mian said with no expression, "It's come to this point, you still want to protect them?"

Qin Rui was silent for a longer time.

"Rong Mian, don't worry about this anymore."

Rong Mian: "Why?"

But no matter what he asked again, Qin Rui stopped talking.

Walking out of the ward, Rong Mian was thoughtful.

Qin Rui's attitude gave him a very strange feeling.

I can't say it for a while, but it's not the same as before.

Even if Qin Rui didn't say anything, with the information they had so far, Rong Mian could guess the whole thing, but there was no clue as to what role Liu Yi played in it.

Arriving at Zhang Jiawei's ward, he was already awake.

Seeing Rong Mian coming in, Zhang Jiawei gasped excitedly.

"Get out, I don't want to see Rong, get out!"

"It looks very lively."

Song Yang walked to the medical cabin, "Doctor Liu, I think he has fully recovered, and he can be arraigned now."

Upon hearing the word arraignment, Zhang Jiawei unconsciously thought of what happened yesterday, and his whole body trembled with fright.

"Don't mess around, I'm a soldier, it's illegal for you to kill me!"

Song Yang sneered: "Are you worthy of calling yourself a soldier?"

Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, Zhang Jiawei swallowed back the words, unable to stop his body trembling no matter what.

Rong Mian walked to Song Yang's side and looked down at him.

"Tell me what you know, maybe you can get a light sentence."

Zhang Jiawei gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, but couldn't calm down no matter what.

"Fall into your hands, what future do I have?!"

Rong Mian said lightly: "If it wasn't for me last night, your brain would already be blown."

Zhang Jiawei's face was pale and his whole body trembled violently as the bloody hole with brain matter flashed before his eyes.

Doctor Liu immediately went over to examine him, looked up and said to them, "He is not fit to continue talking."

After walking out of the ward, Song Yang let the hidden guards guard him, and said to Doctor Liu: "We will take him away immediately when he is stable."

From the questioning just now, Doctor Liu knew that the situation was not as simple as he thought. There were many things that he, the school doctor, should not ask, so he could only nod in agreement.

Walking out of the medical building, Rong Mian felt a little dejected.

No useful information was obtained from the mouths of the two of them, so we still have to think of a way.

Song Yang took his hand and walked through the garden in the atrium.

"Don't worry about these things, I promise he will tell everything by tomorrow afternoon."

Hearing this, Rong Mian looked around, leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice, "I heard that there are many interrogation methods in the 'old place', is it true? "

Song Yang: "..."

Faced with Rongmian's curious baby eyes, Song Yang opened his mouth and chose to escape.

"do not know."

Rong Mian questioned: "I heard that there are all kinds of skins and bones?"

Song Yang: "Why do you care about these things?"

Rong Mian: "Just a little curious."

Song Yangqu flicked his forehead: "Don't be curious about everything."

Rong Mian clutched her burning forehead, feeling that his evasive attitude was suspicious.

Although he didn't think Piggy would let the people below carry out those lynchings, he should know better than him.

Rong Mian admires the existence of lynching, but sometimes it is necessary.

Not all criminals can be tried under the supervision of the masses. Sometimes state secrets are involved, and there is no possibility of trial at all. Generally, they are either imprisoned until death or disposed of secretly.

Those around him never mentioned these aspects, and Rong Mian knew very little about it.

Walking through the middle of the garden, Rong Mian saw that Song Yang suddenly picked a bouquet of flowers and handed it to him.

Song Yang: "From now on, I will send you a flower every week."

Rong Mian took it and was amused: "You don't want to lose to my brother?"

Song Yang snorted softly, "Why should I compare myself to him?"

Rong Mian took half a step slowly and was led away by him: "He gave it to his partner, how about you?"

Song Yang: "Guess."

Piggy gave him flowers for the first time, even though they were randomly picked in the garden, Rong Mian didn't want to throw them away.

He went back to his dormitory first, and made an appointment to have dinner at Song Yang's at noon.

I haven't been back to my dormitory for a long time, and I'm a little strange, but I'm more familiar with Song Yang's dormitory.

When he opened the door and entered, there was no one in the living room, and Sang Guo didn't know whether he had gone out or was reviewing in the bedroom.

Rong Mian was afraid that the flowers would wilt, so after searching for a long time, she only found a slightly taller water glass, let's use it as a vase for now.

This flower is pink in color, with many petals layered on top of each other, and it is just about to bloom. It is really beautiful.

Rong Mian put it on the corner of the desk: "I don't know what kind it is."

Right after he finished speaking, 01's voice was heard next to his ear.

"It's pink roses."

A window popped up in sight, with detailed information about pink roses.

Rong Mian couldn't help but want to say that he didn't want to know such details.

Just as he was about to close it, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He was a little concerned and fixed his eyes on it.

[Meaning: Sentimental first love]

"First love..."

Rong Mian's eyes flashed, and he sat down and looked through the documents carefully.

First love?

how can that be possible?

If it was only in this life, he would have the confidence to become Song Yang's first love, but in their last life they hardly met each other, they only got to know each other through a few words from his brother, even if Song Yang gave him candy later, they never said a word ...

While watching, Rong Mian's heartbeat accelerated, and her own heartbeat was all around her ears.

Just a coincidence?

Because he said that his brother would send flowers to Brother Yu, they happened to pass by the garden, and Song Yang happened to pick this flower.

But the rational voice was gradually suppressed by another voice.

That voice said loudly in his ear—Song Yang did it on purpose, he chose this one specially to tell you that you are his first love.

Rong Mian tried to calm down, but couldn't calm down at all.

The best way to figure this out is to ask yourself.

He got up abruptly and walked out of the dormitory, heading towards Area A.

Song Yang returned to the dormitory, made himself a cup of coffee, and was struggling between catching up on sleep and going to the workshop to draw pictures, when he suddenly heard the door open.

Seeing Rong Mian coming in, Song Yang raised his eyebrows, and teased, "You miss me so soon?"

Rong Mian approached, supported the cooking table with both hands, and pushed Song Yang in front of him.

"That flower—do you know what it signifies?"