After being dedicated to the villain

Song Sijin waited for a long time, thinking and chaotic.

21 years ago, when Song Sijin was reincarnated, he was choked by Meng Po soup. I don't know if it was because of this, but after reincarnation, he vaguely remembered things from his previous life.However, because of this, the soul was somewhat incompatible with the newborn body, causing him to be an idiot when he was young, and he was naturally duller than others.

In addition, his mother Fan Wumei was born as a rough servant, so she was not favored at all, so the mother and son were thrown away by Mr. Song to the village in the countryside.

Later, Song Sijin grew up and became normal, but he was always a bit dull, and his personality was meek and weak.

I am soft-tempered and rejected by my father, so I have been procrastinating until now as an unmarried.

Fan Wumei worried about his marriage all day long, for fear that he would never be able to become a family.

Well now, Mr. Song really arranged a marriage, Fan Wumei was still kept in the dark, sending him away with only the simplest joy and expectation, and she didn't know how worried she would be when she found out.

Besides... Even if the marriage fails, Mr. Song must sacrifice Song Sijin to please the young man.

Song Sijin sighed lightly.

The door of the room was knocked suddenly, and Sanxi, the servant, brought a bowl of porridge. As soon as the door opened, lively voices came in through the crack of the door.

Sanxi said in a low voice: "We are holding a welcome banquet ahead, and the young master will go back to his room to rest soon. The second young master must remember the master's advice, don't embarrass everyone, and don't make yourself look bad."

Song Sijin's fingers holding the spoon turned white, and without saying a word, he drank a few mouthfuls of porridge to fill his stomach.

He knew what Sanxi said, and he also knew what he should do. Before Duan Lingyao came, Master Song invited a red lady to teach him some things.

The wind sent the laughter in front of me to my ears. These days, Master Song has either threatened Song Sijin with harsh reprimands, or put on airs and showed false care. I didn't expect that he could make such a flattering and humble smile. Voice.

Duan Lingyao didn't talk much, Song Sijin vaguely heard him say that I'm tired, so he ended all this and "invited" Master Song out.

Song Sijin sat back on the side of the bed on his feet, pursing his lips and turning pale.

After a while, several voices came from outside the door.

An upbeat voice was extremely pleasing: "Don't tell me, young master, the scenery here is really beautiful. It's already autumn, and the vegetation is still lush."

Another voice was crisp and sweet, with a soft sandy end: "Why, do you like this?"

"Hey, the younger one thinks that it's rare for you to come out of Beijing, so it's not bad for you to play more."

"Then it depends on whether there is any fun here."

While talking, the door was pushed open with a creak, and the moonlight poured into the dark hall like flowing water.

The young man Xin Yi dragged a chair: "Master, sit down first, and I will light the lamp. I heard that Changxi Mansion is very humid at night. I don't know if they have dried the bedding in advance..."

Duan Lingyao's ears were almost callused, he kicked him lightly on the calf, and laughed and cursed: "Lorry, you're talking!"

Xin Yi shook his head, but he didn't feel that he was wordy: "If Sister Zisu is here, you should think that I talk less."

Zi Su is Duan Lingyao's servant girl. Originally, Mrs. Guo wanted Duan Lingyao to bring more people, but he thought the crowd was annoying, so he only brought a few servants.

In addition, there was another group of people who were left behind, but they were not from Xin Guogong's mansion, but were specially sent by the current Holy Majesty to protect Duan Lingyao, a little nephew, who cared about him.

Xin Yi lit the lamp, and was about to hang up the hanging curtain of the compartment, and checked the bed, when he heard a strange sound from inside.

He was startled: "There are assassins? No, there are mice?!"

Xin Yi hopped to Duan Lingyao's side, supported him and was about to run out, while chattering endlessly: "Master, let's get out, there are mice in this room!"

"You go out first." Duan Lingyao raised his arms to avoid him, and stared behind the curtain.

Xin Yi was wondering, when Duan Lingyao asked him with great interest: "Do you still remember the second young master of the Song family who is said to have admired me for a long time, what is his name?"

Xin Yi replied: "At the banquet, Master Song just said that his name is Song Sijin."

Duan Lingyao then continued to ask with a smile: "Then guess, where would he be if he admired me so much but wasn't at the banquet?"

Suddenly, Xin Yi's face became a little strange, and he lowered his voice: "Master, what are your plans?"

Duan Lingyao waved his hand casually: "Go and wait outside the door."

"Yes."

Having said that, Xin Yi didn't show any intimacy and ambiguity, instead he lightly pressed his hand on the dagger hidden at his waist.He went outside and stood just outside the open door.

Duan Lingyao was not as serious as him, the corners of his lips slightly raised the curtain.

Then I saw the second curtain, and the red brocade was embroidered with peonies and flying kites.

This time it belongs to the carved mahogany bed.

The bed curtain was hanging down, covering the face and body of the person inside, except for a pair of well-knit feet exposed.

Duan Lingyao walked in, the sound of footsteps was obvious, and when he came close, his calves were stretched, and he looked very defensive.

The people inside refused to make a sound, Duan Lingyao lowered his head slightly, staring at the faintly reflected shadow for a while.

Then, he put his slender hand on the hilt of his waist, and drew his sword out of its scabbard with a bang. This sound was definitely not meant to be hidden at all, but was bright and harsh.

"Why is there a thief sitting in my room?"

The extremely sharp point of the sword parted the bed curtain, finally revealing the true face of the person surrounded by dark shadows.

That person had a quiet and delicate appearance, with a fair face and elegant eyebrows, low eyelashes like weak and dying butterfly wings, pale lips, and a thin figure. In this dark and deep shadow, he seemed to have fallen into the hidden world of mortals. moon.

Just lowering his head and looking cowardly, which weakened the look of his appearance a bit, showing a very easy to bully look.

"I am not a thief."

He gently raised his eyelids to look at Duan Lingyao, just in time to meet someone's eyes with unknown meaning.

Those eyes are very beautiful, and when he smiles he bends like a little fox, but he is full of malicious intentions, even if he smiles, Song Sijin feels trembling in his heart.

He has always been a little afraid of strong people, unfortunately, he was a little afraid of Duan Lingyao the first time he saw him.

Besides, the young man's reputation was so bad that Song Sijin didn't know how to deal with it at all. Even though he learned something from that private teacher, he still resisted from the bottom of his heart.

"Is it?"

The bed curtain was hung down by Duan Lingyao, and the next moment, the cold and sharp point of the sword suddenly touched Song Sijin's chin.

It was cold, sharp, and exciting. As soon as it touched it, the tiny hairs on the back of Song Sijin's neck stood up in one piece.

Duan Lingyao pretended to be surprised and said: "Then who are you? Could it be Song Sijin, the second elder brother of the Song family who Master Song said he admired me for a whole year, crying and insisting on being my man?"

Song Sijin: "..."

The young man sitting on the bed, from his neck to his earlobe, was covered with light pink little by little. He pursed his lips, wanting to say that I didn't have any, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

There was only one pair of eyes left, looking at Duan Lingyao softly and forbearingly, very pitifully.

Duan Lingyao paused, then slowly withdrew his hand, returning the sword neatly to its sheath.

He knowingly asked: "Second brother of the Song family appeared here late at night, what is his intention?"

Song Sijin's body tensed up even more, but at any rate, he was able to make a soft voice this time: "I just came to see you..."

It was well planned in advance, but it was only after the actual battle that I realized that just a few days of practice could not accomplish anything at all.

Besides, the person in front of him was a full three years younger than himself, even if he had a bad personality, it was really impossible for him to take the initiative to flatter and court a half-year-old boy.

Duan Lingyao didn't believe it very much, and made an exaggerated surprised expression: "Just to come and see? Sit on my bed secretly in the middle of the night, Brother Song, you won't bully me for being young and don't understand anything, right?"

Song Sijin was taken aback for a moment, and quickly explained, his voice was very gentle: "I won't bully you for being young, really."

Duan Lingyao burst out laughing, his expression changed, and he threw himself at Song Sijin's side with a sweet smile.

He was originally fair and delicate, and when he smiled, he became more and more charming, and he directly embraced Song Sijin with his arms, much like the coquettishness of close brothers in an ordinary family.

This blow knocked Song Sijin into a person and turned him on his back. He almost fell on his back. He subconsciously wanted to break free, but found that Duan Lingyao was so strong that he couldn't move at all.

Duan Lingyao hugged his shoulders, stroked his long hair, and patted Song Sijin's back comfortingly, up and down, and the positions of the pats were messed up.

The other hand was equally considerate, helping Song Sijin straighten his neckline, sliding down to adjust the tight belt, and smoothing out the folds on the hem of his clothes.

"Oh, why are you so nervous, I'm joking with you."

Just now he was pointing a sword at someone, and suddenly he was so affectionate, Song Sijin couldn't understand it at all, and his head went into a daze for a while.

At this moment, Duan Lingyao lost the evil spirit just now, and was really as lively and intimate as a young brother. Song Sijin, who was rarely so close to others, couldn't help but want to believe what he said.

"Really?" he asked quietly.

"Really." Duan Lingyao bent down and squeezed Song Sijin's calf.

Those calves quickly shrank back, not quite used to being touched by someone they just met.

But Song Sijin quickly held back, forced a calm look, and refused gently: "Please don't touch it."

Duan Lingyao straightened up, turned his head abruptly, and put his face in front of Song Sijin's eyes.

That pretty face was very close, Song Sijin was nervous for a while.Except for being hugged by his mother when he was a child, he has never been so close to others.

Duan Lingyao said with a smile, "You are shy."

Song Sijin's eyes wandered, he moved to the side, and distanced himself.

But Duan Lingyao grabbed his hand and gently stroked his palm: "Why are you ashamed, I fell in love with Second Brother Song at first sight, and I want to get closer. Does Second Brother Song hate me?"

Song Sijin thought for a while, then shook his head: "No, you don't hate it now."

In fact, Duan Lingyao is very attractive to Song Sijin, with red lips and white teeth, and two dimples when he smiles.

When Song Sijin first found out the other party's gender, he thought about it quietly, and he found that he was not very resistant to marrying a man.

Affected by the vague memories of his previous life, Song Sijin was more open-minded than ordinary people in Dayue Kingdom.It's just that Duan Lingyao's reputation is so bad that he inevitably fears and resists.

If Duan Lingyao has been as lively and cute as he is now, instead of being as rumored, it seems good to be with him.

Of course, Song Sijin was a little overwhelmed with being so close when they first met, it would be better if Duan Lingyao could be more measured.

Song Sijin has always been a person who is willing to put things on the bright side. If he didn't do this, he would have been crushed many years earlier.

Just thinking about it, Duan Lingyao suddenly shook off Song Sijin's hand, leaned back lazily, and his sweet and lovely smile instantly turned into a careful scrutiny.

Duan Lingyao was looking at every strand of hair on Song Sijin's body from head to toe.

The more you look, the more subtle the expression becomes.

Song Sijin didn't know why he changed his face like turning over a book, but felt very uncomfortable being scrutinized like this.

Duan Lingyao suddenly asked him: "Second Brother Song is going to stay here tonight?"

The author says:

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I'm pre-accepting the copywriting of "He Just Loves Me Too Much"!

A big beauty with a twitchy brain x Gong x A handsome guy with a normal brain Shou;

The three-year relationship ended tragically. After breaking up with Cai Que, Le Huaijing was very depressed. Fortunately, the gentle and caring brother next door, Yu Qingheng, appeared in time and made him believe in love again.

But something always feels wrong.

Cai Que said: "Yu Qingheng, this bitch, deliberately sows discord, stepping on my position to take advantage of it!"

Le Huaijing smiled contemptuously: "He just loves me so much that he will play tricks. Also, we have lost our feelings for a long time. Please avoid suspicion, thank you."

Cai Que added: "It was he who set up a trick to make us break up, a long time ago!"

The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and Le Huaijing said stiffly: "He just loves me so much that he wants to help you, a scumbag, to be exposed earlier."

Cai Que stopped talking, and this time he replaced it with a close friend: "Lele, isn't your new boyfriend a bit too controlling?"

Le Huaijing explained with difficulty: "He, he just loves me too much..."

Iron buddies; "So follow and monitor, and also investigate the people around you?"

Le Huaijing: "..."

Grass!I can't take it anymore, we must break up!

So Le Huaijing proposed to break up.

That day, Yu Qingheng completely tore off the disguise of a normal person.

He gently circled Le Huaijing and said, "Brother just wants to give Xiaojing the happiest world, what's wrong?"