After being dedicated to the villain

Duan Lingyao's anger came and went quickly, and soon he asked someone to tell Song Sijin that he wanted to take him out to play.

This time, I'm not going to a restaurant or a boat, but to go hunting in the mountains. I'll go for several days, so I have to prepare some luggage in advance.

Song Sijin couldn't learn the piano because he had to travel far away, so he had to ask Lan Chi for leave.

But before he went, Lan Chi found him first, frowning with anxiety: "Si Jin, I heard that you are going to go hunting with the young man, maybe take me with you?"

In fact, Song Sijin didn't want to go at all, but if Duan Lingyao wanted to take him there, he had to go.

"It's dangerous."

Lan Chi held his hand tightly and said: "I must go, Si Jin, I know you have doubts, don't worry, I think clearly. I... I like the young man and want to be with him, That's all, you promised to help me!"

It was indeed an agreement, but he clearly said that he had given up before.

Alas, everyone's ideas are really complicated, and they change at every turn.

"I'll try to tell the young master, but it doesn't count if I say some things, so don't have too much hope."

"I see."

Song Sijin found Duan Lingyao, and as soon as he said it, Duan Lingyao readily agreed. The speed was so fast that Song Sijin had to suspect that he still had love for Lan Chi.

The one who took the initiative didn't get the incense. Maybe Lan didn't take the initiative during this time, so it should be fragrant again.

The temperature suddenly dropped on the day of departure, and the autumn in Changxi City was very short, and it almost entered late autumn at once.The flowers are withering one after another, and the vegetation is a little dull and still green.

They didn't take Xiaohe with them when they went out this time. Xiaohe was still young, so Lan Chi simply gave him a holiday and told him to go home to visit relatives.

He didn't bring Da Zhuang, and no one was watching him all the time. Song Sijin felt much more relaxed and could do more small movements.

As soon as Song Sijin's quick-witted brain started, he landed behind Lan Chi with his feet dawdling. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed him, trying to make Lan Chi sit next to Duan Lingyao.

Lan Chi politely refused: "That's not necessary."

Song Sijin sighed: "Are you afraid that he will beat you again?"

Lan Chi: "Yes."

Song Sijin looked at him seriously and said, "It's okay, I'll accompany you, if he hits you again, you can hide behind me. I'm rough, it doesn't matter if I get hit twice."

Lan Chi wanted to laugh, but his eyes softened again: "Don't say that."

Halfway through the carriage and out of the city, Duan Lingyao excitedly got out of the carriage, turned over and sat on the horse's back, and then rushed to the front first.

Song Sijin opened the car window to look at the roadside scenery. After a while, he felt bored, and found a smaller box from the small bamboo box that he carried with him, which contained the almost finished carving of Lanchi and the carving knife.

Duan Lingyao's carriage is very comfortably furnished, not too bumpy, and has nothing to do, just to continue the unfinished task.

"When you finish carving this one, let's carve another one of your brother."

Lan Chi looked up at him abruptly.

Song Sijin didn't notice it, and stared intently at the semi-finished product and the knife in his hand, engraving it bit by bit: "Didn't you say that you have a younger brother that day? He is also in Changxi City?"

Lan Chi whispered, "No, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"You must miss him very much."

"really."

"That's great, I also want a brother and sister with a good relationship." Song Sijin said enviously, "In this way, someone will play with me."

Lan Chi said softly: "I wish he never had my brother."

Song Sijin was puzzled: "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Lan Chi said, "No need to bother, I can't remember what he looks like when he grows up."

"Ok."

Xu wanted to get out of this topic as soon as possible. Lan Chi suddenly asked Song Sijin if he knew the destination of the trip.

In the end, after asking someone, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the place Duan Lingyao was going to was in Fangfei County.

It's just a pity that the Hutou Mountain where Duan Lingyao is going to hunt is not close to Xing'er Village where he grew up, and I don't know if he will have a chance to go back and visit.

It took a whole day on the road to reach Fangfei Town. After resting overnight, they climbed up early the next morning.

Song Sijin and Lan Chi didn't know how to ride a horse, so they sat in the carriage and followed slowly. Duan Lingyao had already rushed into the forest with a few people to have fun, and they went to an old man halfway up the mountain with Xin Qing and others. Stay overnight in the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is not big and has been in disrepair for a long time. There are only one old Taoist priest and two young Taoist priests in it. Just dirty.

Song Sijin and his party came, paid some incense money, and started to help clean up again.

There are few people and the place is big, and Song Sijin couldn't watch others work without moving, so he joined in. When Lan Chi saw him move, he followed suit.

It's just that Lan Chi obviously didn't do this kind of rough work. He took a broom and swept the floor twice, wiped the window sill with a rag a few times, and turned his fairy white clothes into a gray cloth bag.

Song Sijin couldn't help laughing twice, Lan Chi frowned tightly and looked back at him.

"I didn't laugh at you." Song Sijin quickly explained, "It's just that you are in such a mess... It's quite novel."

Lan Chi: "..."

When everything was tidied up, it was already evening, because Lan Chi didn't know how to clean, Song Sijin helped him tidy up the room first, and when it was his turn, it was not convenient when it got dark, so he tidied things hastily.

Before they finished packing, they were called out. It turned out that Duan Lingyao and his party had returned from hunting and were about to eat.

Borrowing the empty yard in the gymnasium, I cleaned up a few bonfires. Originally, the weeds here had broken the stone slab roof. After Xin Qing and others cleaned it up, it was not only clean, but also brought a good smell Herbal aroma.

Everyone baked the cakes bought in the town, cooked soup with wild vegetables and mushrooms, and then peeled and marinated the pheasants and hares that were brought back, marinated and grilled.

The name of Hutou Mountain comes from many years ago, there was a hero who led the young and middle-aged people at the foot of the mountain to wipe out the ferocious beasts in the mountain. It is said that he was brave enough to kill the most terrifying tiger by himself. And hung the tiger's head on the boundary monument, and since then there has been the name of Hutou Mountain.

There are no ferocious beasts in the mountains now, and small things like pheasants and hares live quite nourishingly. They are fatter than each other, and they have been running for many years, so the taste must be very good.

After doing so much work, Song Sijin put his chest against his back from hunger, staring at the roasted golden-yellow chicken, but he never dared to move.

Because Duan Lingyao thought he had gotten dirty from hunting, he went back to the house to clean himself up. No one dared to touch him until he came to eat.

Except for Zhao Xiaozhi.

Zhao Xiaozhi and his subordinates sat in another group, a little far away, and the two groups of people did not interfere with each other.

Seeing that Song Sijin and the others hadn't moved even though they were hungry, he thought for a while and walked over with a plate of thin sliced ​​meat.

The meat is dipped in sauce and ginger, and a few garlic cloves are wrapped around it.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Lanchi, do you want to try my handicraft?"

He tasted the meat from the other side, so it's not an offense to the young master's status... Song Sijin happily said thank you, took the plate and shared the meat with Lan Chi.

The meat is roasted just right, tender and juicy, and the rich sauce and spicy taste fills the mouth immediately after one bite.

Song Sijin liked it quite a bit, but Lao Suan was indeed a little spicy, and he gasped when it was so spicy.

Lan Chi couldn't bear it any more, and choked up and vomited it all out: "Thank you General Zhao for your kindness, it's just that... I really can't bear it."

Zhao Xiaozhi handed him the handkerchief with a shameful face: "I was negligent, I only remembered that eating ginger and garlic can keep out the cold, but I forgot that you two may not like to eat it."

Zhao Xiaozhi also wanted to share with others, he especially loves to eat garlic, Song Sijin felt admiration when he saw him sit back and eat a mouthful of meat and garlic with his soldiers.

"Although General Zhao is a bit rigid, he is actually kind-hearted."

For some reason, Lan Chi is always indifferent to Zhao Xiaozhi, Song Sijin doesn't know what conflicts there are between them, but if Duan Lingyao suddenly kills them, Zhao Xiaozhi is the most likely person here to help stop them.

So Song Sijin hoped that the relationship between Lan Chi and Zhao Xiaozhi would not be too rigid.

Lan Chi suppressed the spicy taste in his mouth with tea, looked away, and didn't speak.He looked at the shadowy and gloomy mountain forest in the distance. In the dark night, his eyes were as deep as the mountains, making it difficult to see clearly.

Intuition stopped Song Sijin at this moment, and he felt that Lan Chi didn't want to listen anymore—he probably didn't hate Zhao Xiaozhi, but he always kept his distance.

Song Sijin thought, everyone is smarter than him, maybe he thinks more.

After a while, Duan Lingyao came over, and the chicken on the campfire was roasted just right.

Sitting next to Song Sijin, Duan Lingyao saw him staring at the chicken expectantly, so he tore off a big chicken leg.Two drops of chicken fat fell into the fire and made a sizzling sound. He flashed in front of Song Sijin's eyes and asked with a smile on his face, "Want to eat?"

Song Sijin nodded honestly.

Duan Lingyao: "Then say something nice."

Song Sijin: "You are so amazing, you are so kind, thank you."

Duan Lingyao: "..."

Song Sijin: "Are you eating?"

Duan Lingyao gritted his teeth and stared at him dangerously: "Is there nothing else to say?"

Song Sijin said weakly: "Or, I'd better eat the leftovers."

Duan Lingyao rolled his eyes at him, raised his hand and threw the chicken leg over, Song Sijin subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, filling his hand with oil.

He didn't mind getting his hands dirty, so he happily said thank you to the little eunuch, then lowered his head and began to bite into small bites. As he ate, Song Sijin quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of pancake that was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The tender chicken is sandwiched between wheat-flavored pancakes, which is really fragrant.

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On the first day, I only hunted some small things nearby. Duan Lingyao was discussing with Xin Yi and others about going hunting in the deep mountains tomorrow.

I heard that there is a valley deep in the mountains. The scenery is very beautiful. There is a kumquat forest growing in it. Now I go, the branches are full of fruits.

Zhao Xiaozhi disagreed, he had a mission to protect Duan Lingyao's safety, Duan Lingyao went to such a dangerous place, he was simply asking for trouble for himself.

So there was a quarrel.

Song Sijin silently went back to his room and continued to pack the bedding.

The mountain is damp and cold, and the bed has been unused all year round. Touching it, it seems to be soaked in water, and smelling it, it seems to be moldy.

I don't know when the quarrel outside ended, the door was suddenly opened, Duan Lingyao swaggered in, and inspected Song Sijin's room like inspecting his own territory.

"Why does your room look like this, no one cleans it up for you."

Song Sijin explained nicely, "I'm cleaning up."

"So you're going to sleep here tonight?"

Duan Lingyao looked very dissatisfied. He didn't touch the table or the wall. He barely walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. He rubbed the pillow with his fingers and looked disgusted.

Song Sijin didn't dislike it, he wasn't as delicate as Duan Lingyao: "What's the matter, little grandpa?"

"I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"

"No, I didn't say that." Song Sijin was very innocent, "Don't you have to get up early tomorrow, it's already late, you should go to bed earlier."

In fact, Duan Lingyao didn't come to him because he was idle and free: "I'll take you with me tomorrow, okay?"

Song Sijin was a little surprised: "But I don't know how to ride a horse, can I go?"

There is a ready-made road to the Taoist temple. In the past, it was quite lively here. Many people went up the mountain, and the road came out, but there was no road for horse-drawn carriages to go to the deep mountain.

Duan Lingyao said, "I'll teach you."

In this case, Song Sijin was really tempted, but hunting was such a dangerous activity, he still hesitated.

Suddenly something came out from the bottom of the bed, with countless slender limbs swinging densely and regularly, it quickly crawled over Duan Lingyao's instep.

Then a scream sounded suddenly, and before Song Sijin could react, he felt a blur in front of his eyes and his back tightened.

Duan Lingyao jumped behind Song Sijin like a fly, clutching his clothes tightly: "Why do you have bugs here!"

Song Sijin: "..."

Duan Lingyao felt disgusted just by looking at it, thinking that it had just crawled over his feet, he wished he could just chop off his feet.Seeing Song Sijin's dazed look, he shook him angrily: "There are bugs!"

Song Sijin finally came to his senses, went up and trampled to death, turned his head to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I have already trampled to death."

Duan Lingyao's small face was as white as snow, and he stood there for a while.Song Sijin went to the door to wipe off the insect mucus on the soles of his shoes, and suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to rise.

Unexpectedly, Duan Lingyao, who is so arrogant and domineering, is afraid of a small bug.

Well!Can't laugh, he will get angry if he laughs, and then he will be the one who is unlucky.

Song Sijin took a deep breath and turned around: "My little father-in-law, I didn't sprinkle insect repellent powder here, so you should go back to your room quickly hehehe."

Duan Lingyao: "..."

The author says:

My pre-received article "I want to be green tea too!" "Play a wide-:

Rumor has it that Yin Huo, the lord of Yinghuo Palace, has a cruel and licentious personality, and has to bathe in human blood every day.

In order to avenge her murder, Lin Xiaoyan sneaked into Yinghuo Palace and disguised herself as one of Yin Wuxin's male favourites.

But the old devil's whereabouts are surreptitious and unpredictable, and even a male favorite would find it difficult to get along alone, let alone take the opportunity to assassinate him.

In desperation, Lin Xiaoyan had no choice but to ask Mo Xiyin, the most favored beauty among male favorites, how to stand out from the encirclement and attract the attention of the old devil.

Mo Xiyin said: "The art of tea is popular nowadays, the more tea you get, the more you love it."

Lin Xiaoyan's eyes lit up: "I want to be green tea, don't let anyone stop me!"

Mo Xiyin: "Green tea should be pitied."

Lin Xiaoyan realized it, and picked up the long sword to imitate Daiyu's burial of flowers, and was wanted as an assassin.

Mo Xiyin: "Green tea must be able to care about the target."

Lin Xiaoyan came to his senses again, and asked about where the old devil was injured, and was interrogated as a spy.

Mo Xiyin: "For green tea, you have to learn how to say no to it."

Lin Xiaoyan couldn't realize it this time, the old devil gnawed at him, and didn't give Lin Xiaoyan a chance to refuse.

There is something else wrong with the revenge of killing the master, and the old devil is too difficult to deal with, so Lin Xiaoyan decides to take his friend Mo Xiyin to escape the sea of ​​suffering.

The male pets of the old devil eloped, and the world went crazy in an instant.

He chased him, he ran away, they couldn't fly, and finally one day Lin Xiaoyan couldn't bear it anymore, he reached out and took off the old devil's mask.

Under the mask was Mo Xiyin's unforgettable alluring and beautiful face.

And the owner of this face was leaning on his shoulder last night and acting coquettishly: "Brother Yan, do you like me more, or do you like Yin Wuyi more?"

Lin Xiaoyan: "..."

感谢在2022-07-1717:49:59-2022-07-1817:44:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: holowin1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xuanluo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!