After being dedicated to the villain

Autumn in Changxi City is late, and it is still very hot in October, and it is stuffy tonight. The doors and windows are closed, and several people gather together, which makes people feel uneasy.

"Father, don't you know who that little father-in-law is? Are you really cruel enough to push your son into the pit of fire?"

In the middle of the main room, the young master Song Siqiong, who was skinny and tender, was crying and fussing: "What if my son falls in love with me, what will I do in the future!"

The woman in gold and silver was at the side to chime in, almost unable to stand still due to grievance: "Master, have you forgotten what happened years ago? The one who can play people to death, I heard that there was no piece on him when he was carried out of the mansion." Good meat. If you really want to part with Qiong'er, why don't we go out and jump into the river now, and save ourselves from such a crime!"

Mr. Song, who was surrounded by wives and young sons crying, waved his hand with a headache, and said in a bad mood: "Don't say it so scary, the Duke's Mansion wants to get married, and naturally it will treat serious marriages well, and will definitely not treat you casually."

Da Furen doesn't believe this kind of talk: "It's fine if it's someone else, I can't trust that one."

That little father-in-law Duan Lingyao, everyone who knows him shakes his head when he mentions it, he is recognized as the devil king of the world who is golden and jade.

If it's just ignorant and incompetent, it's fine to spend money like water. What's more, he is fond of dragons and has a brutal temperament. It is said that he has killed many male favorites.

Song Siqiong grabbed his father's sleeve and begged: "Father, even if I marry a man, it can't be him."

Mr. Song has three sons, the eldest son has a mature and steady personality so don't worry about it, the second son is a concubine and never pleases him, the youngest son is the one he loves the most.

If it weren't for the powerful government of Xin Guo, who should not be easily offended, how could he be willing to put his youngest son in danger?

The marriage contract between the Song family and Duke Xinguo's mansion must be counted to the older generation, because the two families have successively produced sons, the marriage has been voided by default.But no one expected that the first two sons of Lord Xin Guo died one after another, and the only remaining three sons of the same age grew up and became more dandy. Run wildly without looking back.

A few days ago, Master Song received a letter from the Duke's Mansion. It was clearly written and the meaning was clear. The Duke of Xin's Mansion still cared about the agreement between the two families. It's just that the young ancestor of their family has always been willful and insisted on seeing each other. Who it is and whether they really want to get married will be decided by Duan Lingyao himself.

Among them, the most likely one is Master Song's third son, Song Siqiong, who is not only good looking, but also close in age.

Even though he was far away from the capital, Mr. Song still did not dare to offend the government of Xinguo. This is a serious relative of the emperor, and his power is so powerful that people are afraid.

Master Song comforted: "When you marry into the Duke's mansion, you can get whatever you want? You say that Changxi City is boring all day long, how good would it be to go to Yaojing?"

Song Siqiong's eyes were red from crying, and he said bitterly: "Then you are not afraid that the child will be beaten to death!"

The eldest lady cried and cried: "Father-in-law and mother-in-law, you two went early, there is a spirit in the sky, I want to bless your grandchildren and grandchildren--"

There was a lot of crying over there. On a chair next to him, a young man in a plain blue shirt was sitting quietly, holding a sweet and sour plum in his hand. No one looked at him, so he ate slowly, waiting with.

When he looked up at the family of three from time to time, his expression was quite strange. If it wasn't clearly stated on the household registration that he is Master Song's second son, Song Sijin, no one would think that they are a family.

This can't be blamed on Song Sijin, he hasn't met these three since he was born, and he almost forgot about each other, but it was Song Siqiong who suddenly remembered him and forcibly brought him here from the village.

"Anyway, I won't marry!" Song Siqiong screamed and pointed at Song Sijin, "He is also your son, his seniority is still ahead of me, if you want to marry, let him marry!"

Song Siqiong cried so much that Master Song gradually had no choice. He already doted on his youngest son, if he could, he would naturally not want to really sacrifice this son.

Should it be Song Sijin...Master Song hesitated and said, "Your second brother is dull, I'm afraid you won't like him."

"Then I don't care. For a person like the young man, as long as he looks good, he might die in a few days. Why bother?"

Anyway, he was talking in front of people, Master Song frowned disapprovingly: "Let's say a few words less."

They talked seriously, but no one asked Song Sijin's opinion. He finally understood why this younger brother who had only met him when he was a child suddenly came to him.

The plums in his mouth became more and more sour, and he couldn't eat any more. Song Sijin wiped his hands, raised his head, and asked softly, "Can't you refuse this marriage?"

"no!"

Unexpectedly, Da Furen and Master Song refuted it with one voice.

Master Song said impatiently: "What do you know? Your elder brother is promising. He may stay in Beijing as an official in the future. What if he offends the Duke's government and hinders his official career?"

And to form this marriage, not only will there be no obstacles, but it will also be of great benefit. Anyway, the most promising eldest son is already married, so he is not afraid of being favored by the young father-in-law.

The eldest lady twirled the red jadeite inlaid gold lotus ruyi bracelet on her wrist, frowned and said: "If you refuse the marriage, what will you do with the annual gifts you received earlier? There are so many expenses in the family, how can you say that you can take them out? You child is too ignorant."

This exquisite and gorgeous bracelet was the New Year's gift from the Duke's Mansion last year. When I brought it out, I don't know how many wives died of envy.

Even if she didn't have this bracelet, her status as an in-law of Duke Guangxin's mansion would be enough for her to look down on the circle of wives, but it's still unstable if she hasn't made a marriage.

Song Sijin stopped talking.

Song Siqiong started to make trouble again.

Seeing the crying wife and Jiaoer, Master Song gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, don't cry, let Qiong'er pack up and go to Zhuangzi tomorrow, so don't show up!"

The eldest lady stopped crying, wiped her face with a handkerchief, and showed suspicion: "Really?"

Mr. Song paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, frowned and thought: "Really, I just want to find a good name so as not to annoy the young man. Let me think about it... Let me say that Qiong'er is playful, broke her leg, has a fever, I had to go to the countryside to recuperate."

Song Siqiong jumped up all of a sudden, so happy that he ignored his appearance: "That's great, I knew that Daddy loves the child the most!"

This matter should be done sooner rather than later. The two adults discussed it carefully and decided on the process.

The eldest lady pushed Song Siqiong to go out, asking him to go back to the house to pack up his things now, and she herself had to give the servants in the mansion a good beating, lest they say things they shouldn't say.

For a while, the main room became quiet, leaving only Master Song and Song Sijin, who was in the middle of the game but had no right to comment.

With the candlelight shining brightly, Master Song walked up to Song Sijin, his expression softened, revealing the kindest expression he had given to Song Sijin in his life:

"Si Jin, I agreed to Qiong'er's request. It's not because he favors him. It's because he is young, stubborn and ignorant. I'm afraid that he will offend the little prince and turn a happy event into a disaster! You are different, you child I have been stupid since I was a child, and it is even more difficult to find one now that I am older. What will I do if I have no one to rely on in the future? If I can seize this golden opportunity, maybe my family will follow you in the future."

He spoke so earnestly, as if he really was a good father who cared about his son.

Song Sijin almost thought so—if he hadn't been kicked out to the village village shortly after he was born, if it hadn't been for the fact that he had barely seen Master Song before today, if... if Master Song had at least asked Song Sijin if he would like to .

The plum he was holding with his fingertips was about to be crushed, and Song Sijin saw his mother's happy smile in a daze.The housekeeper who took him away from Zhuangzi said that Mr. Song was going to arrange a marriage for him. His mother, Fan Wumei, instantly forgot the 20 years of misery. She was happy that Mr. Song remembered him, and that he still had this son in his heart.

But in fact, Song Siqiong just wanted to find a substitute for the dead ghost.

Song Sijin embraced the last shred of hope and asked, "What if I don't want to?"

A gust of cool wind blew in along the cracks of the window, blowing the candle light to and fro, pulling the figure to show its teeth and claws, and the shadows under the eyes of the kind-hearted Mr. Song were getting deeper and deeper, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.

"Nonsense." Master Song pressed heavily on Song Sijin's shoulder, his voice was deep and low, "You don't think about yourself, don't you think about your aunt?"

Song Sijin sat in the same place without moving, only felt that the hand was made of ice, when he touched it, the coolness spread, it made people get colder and colder, and he felt chills from the bottom of his heart.

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Duan Lingyao came very quickly. Early that morning, Master Song took Song Sijin to the front of Befu to wait.

Song Sijin put on the brand-new green bamboo pattern clothes, not daring to touch the fabric too much, it was the first time in his life to wear such smooth and expensive clothes, for fear of damaging them.

The person was washed clean, and his clothes were brand new, but his expression was not high, and he seemed very non-existent.

Master Song reprimanded him a few words, and Song Sijin raised the corner of his mouth obediently, unable to tell whether it was better or worse than before.

Master Song was still waiting for a few more reprimands, when suddenly there was a sound of horseshoes in front of him, so he turned his face to show a warm smile, completely ignoring reprimanding Song Sijin.

At that moment, Song Sijin was smarter and guessed the identity of the visitor.

He looked forward and saw the morning light shining brightly on the streets and roofs, and at the end of the long street ahead, a group of figures on horseback gradually appeared.

He was dazzled by the sun accidentally, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyebrows. When the light spots in front of his eyes dissipated, the sound of horseshoes was close to his ears, and the young man in fresh clothes and angry horse was also close in front of him.

It was a young man with a beautiful appearance but an unruly expression. He was wearing a crimson military uniform with arrow sleeves and a waist embroidered with a unicorn.

Very beautiful... so beautiful that Song Sijin was surprised.

Master Song showed a decent smile and corrected his posture.

Da da da!

However, as the distance got closer, Duan Lingyao became more and more clear, but the smile on Master Song's face couldn't hold back.

Because Duan Lingyao was already very close, the speed of riding the horse did not slow down much!

Master Song, who had always been pampered and had never encountered such a dangerous situation, suddenly panicked, and retreated in a commotion with the people behind him.

The others retreated too quickly, and suddenly Song Sijin stood out at the front.

When the rust-gold patterns on Duan Lingyao's clothes were clearly visible, Song Sijin froze in place, his heart pounding but unable to move.

This is his old problem. When he is overly frightened, his whole body will freeze, unable to move or speak.

The person on the horse hummed suspiciously, as if under an illusion, when he was approaching, Duan Lingyao and his horse passed Song Sijin's side.

The wind rushed in trance, bringing a burst of coolness that made people feel chilly all over. Song Sijin shivered slightly, and heard a series of arrogant laughter behind him.

Master Song was covered in cold sweat and was not hit. He fell down in fright, supported the housekeeper's hand to stand up, turned around and chased after him.

"My lord, wait a minute, old man, you are going in the wrong direction!"

One of the guards who fell behind in the team stopped, said a few words to Master Song, and then chased Duan Lingyao away, Master Song came back with a frown.

"Si Jin, the young master is going to go around and don't know when he will be back, so go ahead and wait."

He himself sighed and climbed into the carriage to leave, the handkerchief in his hand was soaked with sweat, he still did not forget to threaten Song Sijin to be obedient before leaving.

Song Sijin responded in a low voice, Master Song has been intimidating and tempting these past few days, how dare he be disobedient.

What's more, he just woke up from the fear, and was sent to Qixia courtyard, the main courtyard of Beppu, by the two servants sent by Master Song to keep an eye on him.

The scenery here is beautiful, but Song Sijin is not in the mood to appreciate it.

He was like a piece of meat on the chopping board, obediently sitting on the edge of the bed, silently waiting for the butcher's trial.

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