After being dedicated to the villain

Song Sijin lay on the bed, covered with a quilt and closed his eyes, as if he was unconscious.

Duan Lingyao was sitting by the bed with a bowl of porridge, stirring slowly, scooping up a spoonful of porridge and blowing on it from time to time.

The porridge is Song Sijin's favorite porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. It is filled with chopped vegetable leaves and shredded ham. It is beautiful and delicious.

"Brother Jin still has no appetite?"

The young man lying on the bed slowly shook his head and let out a weak hum.

"Oh——" Duan Lingyao sighed in a drawn-out tone, "It's a pity, the cook cooked it specially. If you don't eat it, then forget it, pour it out."

Duan Lingyao made a gesture to throw away the porridge, Song Sijin opened his eyes and opened his mouth subconsciously: "Waste..."

Duan Lingyao narrowed his eyes, and reached out to grab his tongue, Song Sijin quickly shut up, took the pen and paper placed by the bed and wrote a line: It's too wasteful to pour it out, let others eat it.

Duan Lingyao said distressedly: "But none of us like this, so we can only throw it away."

Song Sijin hesitated and wrote: Let me eat.

So Duan Lingyao handed it over, and said caringly: "If you really don't have an appetite, it's okay not to eat, don't force yourself."

Song Sijin sat up grumblingly, took the porridge, drank it in small sips, and his body became warm after eating the hot porridge.After finishing drinking, he handed the porridge bowl to Duan Lingyao, who slid down and got back under the covers.

Duan Lingyao bent down and kissed his forehead: "Brother Jin, rest well."

Song Sijin nodded slightly pretending to be weak.

As soon as Duan Lingyao left, he left and stretched under the covers, stretching his arms, legs, and waist.

It really wasn't that he pretended to be sick. That day Duan Lingyao really invited a doctor. The doctor said that Song Sijin's health was fine, and the maintenance was a matter of perseverance. As long as he didn't indulge himself all the time, everything else would be fine. .

After the doctor left, Song Sijin panicked and thought of a stupid trick. He began to pretend to be sick, pretending that he had a difficult and miscellaneous disease that even the doctor could not diagnose, and said that he had no appetite for anything.

Duan Lingyao's mind was unpredictable, he seemed to believe it, so he didn't touch him, and invited several doctors to take turns to diagnose and treat Song Sijin.

In order to pretend to be sick, Song Sijin didn't get out of bed all the time, and his thin waist was a little soft.

This day, Duan Lingyao hired another doctor for him, but there was also no result.

This is an old doctor, well-informed, he hesitated for a long time, and asked Duan Lingyao to go out and have a private conversation.

Song Sijin pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, but their voices were too low to hear clearly. When the doctor left, Duan Lingyao sat down beside Song Sijin's bed with a sullen face, and suddenly raised his hand to pat the table.

"hateful!"

Song Sijin trembled, suspecting that the doctor had exposed his faking illness, he quickly moved to the bed, and looked at Duan Lingyao vigilantly and fearfully.

Duan Lingyao bit her lip and looked at him heartbroken: "Brother Jin, do you know that you may have an incurable disease."

Song Sijin: "..."

Duan Lingyao choked up and said, "I'm going to kill all those quack doctors and bury them with brother Jin!"

Song Sijin's eyes widened in an instant, he got out of the quilt in a hurry, rushed to Duan Lingyao's side, grabbed his hand and shook his head frantically: "Don't, uh...don't!"

Duan Lingyao raised his hand and rubbed his eyes: "Brother Jin, don't be afraid. The doctor said that if you make more supplements, there is still hope of survival. Huh, but Brother Jin has never had an appetite. I am so worried. What should I do... I have it!"

Duan Lingyao suddenly grabbed Song Sijin's arm, and there was no light in the eyes of a pair of smart cats, but all the light with malicious intentions: "Since brother Jin can't eat from above, let's pour it from below. Already!"

Song Sijin's face turned pale with fright. Speaking of this, how can he not understand that his pretending to be sick has been exposed.

Song Sijin couldn't help but rubbed back, and was pulled back by Duan Lingyao.

He didn't dare to hide anymore, he grabbed the quilt at a loss, seeing that Duan Lingyao was looking at him with a smile, and didn't really want to do that kind of thing, he carefully took a pen and paper and wrote: I was wrong.

Duan Lingyao tilted his head, appreciating it: "Sure enough, the young master is the most successful gentleman. It's only been a while, brother Jin has already written well."

Song Sijin lowered his head dejectedly.

Duan Lingyao sneered, and said: "Okay, now I know I'm afraid, why weren't you afraid at the beginning? You don't really think you've lied to me, brother Jin, have I told you that you really can't lie. Originally People don't plan to fuss with you too much, if you want to pretend to be sick, then just play around, but you are too ignorant, to the point where the doctor can tell you are pretending to be sick at a glance. ...You're so stupid, forget it!"

He poked Song Sijin on the forehead, Song Sijin bit his lip, and tentatively wrote: I won't pretend anymore, don't step on me, okay?

Duan Lingyao snorted softly: "It depends on your performance."

Song Sijin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a good chance to get through another catastrophe.

But as we all know, Duan Lingyao is very unreasonable, he will always make things difficult for others, and even impossible to meet the requirements, Song Sijin failed several times, trembling for fear that Duan Lingyao would have an excuse to torture himself.

But Duan Lingyao restrained a lot, not as ruthless as before.

He seemed to be slowly losing his breath, though not completely.

-

Song Sijin has two followers, one is Xin Qing and the other is Da Zhuang.

Xin Qing was sent by Duan Lingyao to watch him, and Da Zhuang was sent by Master Song to watch him.

Both of them are tall, straight and upright, and they are very majestic when they go out. They can be described as typical donkey dung eggs with a smooth surface.

Because Song Sijin was silenced during this period of time, and was going to sleep in bed, the relationship with Duan Lingyao was extremely and especially confusing.

As calm as a strong man, he couldn't help finding a space to ask Song Sijin in private: "Master, how is your progress with the young master, how should I report to the master?"

Song Sijin was silent for a moment, quite embarrassed: "I think everything is fine?"

Da Zhuang looked at him accusingly: Don't bully me for reading less.

Song Sijin rubbed the tip of his nose, not knowing whether to be proud or depressed: "My little father-in-law said I was his fiancé and told many people, so it should be fine."

Da Zhuang nodded knowingly.

The two were about to separate when Da Zhuang suddenly said, "I will tell the master that you are unhappy."

Song Sijin looked at him in surprise.

Da Zhuang said lightly: "Of course the master will pay me, and I will listen to him and watch you."

Song Sijin twitched the corners of his lips: "Well, well, it's okay not to say anything."

Da Zhuang said: "Master thinks I'm too stupid, and wants Sanxi to go back to Beppu again."

This is not acceptable, Song Sijin hated Sanxi to death: "No, the young man will not let him come back."

Da Zhuang seemed to say unintentionally: "But Sanxi is the third young master's confidant. If the third young master helps to speak, even if Sanxi can't come back, he will find a way to guide me outside. Second young master, someone is coming soon , let’s not talk about it.”

Da Zhuang closed his mouth again, and became taciturn again.

Xin Qing, who just ran to help Song Sijin get the newly bought fruit snacks, just came back: "Second Young Master Song, try the newly fried melon seeds... What's wrong with you?"

Song Sijin came back to his senses: "It's nothing, um, me."

Xin Qing smiled and raised her fingers: "Shh! I didn't hear anything."

-

The next day, Song Sijin caught a chance for Duan Lingyao to go out.

He dragged Yaoqin out from under the bed, opened it, and wiped it carefully with a soft handkerchief.

When he checked it before, he found that a string on it was broken.

I vaguely remember Lan Chi telling himself that there are spare strings in the piano case, don’t be afraid if a string is broken, just ask someone to replace it.

Song Sijin groped for the box and began to search for it.

I just don't know, when will I have the chance to take the Qin out - in fact, it is possible to go out, Duan Lingyao has been less strict with him recently, but the Qin is so big, it is definitely impossible to take it secretly.

At that time, it is not easy to explain where the piano came from.

Soon Song Sijin found the small camera obscura in the piano box, opened it, and found that besides the spare strings, there was an envelope inside.

When he took it out and squeezed it, he felt that there were a lot of things in it, and his heart was confused at the moment. He guessed that Lan Chi had left it for himself specially.

Although he hesitated, fearing that there were last words in it that he didn't want to see, he hesitated for a long time and chose to open it.

The first thing drawn out was a bank note.

The last thing I pulled out was a thin piece of letter paper, with hairpin flowers and small regular script flowing like clouds and flowing water. At a glance, there were only two short lines of words: If you see this letter, you must be dead, don't miss it, just go home.

Song Sijin folded the letter paper gently and meticulously, with pain and resentment intertwined in his heart, he didn't understand why Lan Chi asked himself to be entangled and confused again after everything was over.

There were still things in the envelope, and he poured them all out with a bit of resentment. The few sheets of paper were spilled on the bed, and the faint warm light of winter shone in through the window lattice, illuminating the small words on them very clearly.

Looking at it at a glance, Song Sijin couldn't bear it anymore, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

He picked them up, looked at them blankly, and finally made sure of one thing, no matter how much Lan Chi lied to him, no matter what was more important in Lan Chi's heart...he really wanted to take himself away.

It was a set of proof, plus the bank notes, if Song Sijin could find a way to escape, it would be enough to guarantee him the ordinary life he wanted.

Song Sijin raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, refolded and hid the envelope, he gently stroked the zither, touched the broken string, and couldn't help himself for a while.

The door suddenly creaked, and a shadow fell along the opened door, covering Song Sijin directly.

Song Sijin raised his head, tears streaming down his face.

Duan Lingyao walked in slowly with a gloomy expression: "What is that?"

Song Sijin shook his head lightly.

Duan Lingyao said, "I'll know if you don't tell me, Lan Chi gave it to you."

Song Sijin froze, he couldn't hide his doubts.

Duan Lingyao mercifully explained to him: "I said before, you won't lie at all. I woke up long ago when that little man connected with you."

It turned out that he had discovered it a long time ago, so why... Song Sijin wiped away the tears that fell on Qin.

Duan Lingyao tilted his head, pretending to be naive: "Brother Jin, why are you crying?"

An impulse swirled in his heart, Song Sijin sobbed, his throat moved after he hadn't used it for several days, and he let out a slightly hoarse voice: "I cry because I feel uncomfortable."

"..." Duan Lingyao raised one corner of his mouth and sneered silently. He seemed a little annoyed by Song Sijin again, "Who will allow you to speak."

Song Sijin raised his sleeves, wiped his tears embarrassingly, and stared at him with rare backbone.

Song Sijin knew that at this moment he had better beg for forgiveness from Duan Lingyao, but he was so angry that he couldn't control himself and couldn't stop saying: "That night, I was also very sad, because I felt Someone who was good to me is gone. Now I feel bad because I know that someone who was good to me is gone.”

"Enough!" Duan Lingyao stepped forward with a sullen expression on his face.

Seeing that he wanted to snatch his piano, Song Sijin put the piano on the bed, stood up impulsively, pushed Duan Lingyao hard, and then opened his arms to block the bed.

Duan Lingyao didn't expect him to dare to do such a thing at all, and was caught off guard by his push and staggered two steps back, stopped, his eyes were round in shock, and he asked in disbelief: "You pushed me?"

Song Sijin gulped down a mouthful of saliva, bit his lip tightly and sobbed.

Duan Lingyao laughed back angrily: "You pushed me because of a dead adulterer?! I wanted to make you feel better and endured all this time, but you cried like this because of a dead man who took advantage of you——Song Sijin, Is it because I have been so kind to you these days that you have become so courageous? Don't be ashamed!"

Song Sijin trembled, and withdrew his fresh courage, but he still couldn't help but retort: ​​"He's not an adulterer..."

"Don't speak."

Duan Lingyao approached angrily, seeing that Song Sijin was about to stop him again, he simply reached out and clasped his waist, lifted it up, put it down, and Song Sijin was put behind him.

Duan Lingyao grabbed the piano and was about to throw it on the ground, but Song Sijin threw himself on his back in panic: "Don't do this, young master, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Duan Lingyao turned to look at him, gritted his teeth, and smiled distortedly: "You are sincere enough to him, but have you forgotten what I said before, Brother Jin, are you going to be taught a lesson again—— and , stop saying nasty things."

His strength was too great, and Song Sijin couldn't grab it, so he stretched out his hands and hugged Qin tightly.

"Song Sijin, let go!"

Song Sijin couldn't bear it any longer, and cried loudly, "Why don't you listen to me!"

The cry was hoarse and fragile, and Duan Lingyao's hand was successfully stopped.

He looked at Song Sijin with an expressionless face and deep eyes.

This was the first time Song Sijin cried so loudly. Before, when he cried, he was always muffled, or sobbed softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing others.

But now he doesn't care about anything when he's crying, he's crying like rain, in fact, it's not pretty, it's pity for a beauty to cry silently with pear blossoms in the rain, but Duan Lingyao saw it, but gradually let go of the violin.

Song Sijin hugged Qin tightly in his arms and bent over crying bitterly.

"I don't have that kind of relationship with him. I said it clearly, but you, you just don't believe it..."

He cried for a long time, so long that Duan Lingyao couldn't bring up his anger.

Finally, the crying became quieter. Duan Lingyao paced back and forth with his arms folded. Seeing that he kept his head down and didn't dare to look at him, he snorted angrily, squatted down, and grabbed his arms to pull him up.

Song Sijin subconsciously shook his head.

He cried so hard that he couldn't help trembling because he was afraid that he would be late, and retracted his body, afraid that Duan Lingyao would be so angry that he would do something.

"Enough crying?"

Duan Lingyao asked coolly on top of his head.

Song Sijin huddled into a ball with his qin in his arms and did not dare to make a sound. After all, he was still a grown man. Although he was thin, he was not short in stature. Being so weak and huddled made people want to bully him even more.

Duan Lingyao suppressed his eagerness to bully others, and asked coldly: "You said he was not an adulterer, so what did I see? He was not an adulterer, why did you put his statue in your arms! "

Song Sijin bit her lips in aggrieved way: "I wanted to give it to him, but I didn't have time to send it out. I saw it was on fire, so I put it on my body."

"Wow, it really is your token of love, and you dare to say that you are not an adulterer!"

Song Sijin raised his face in a daze, and glanced at Duan Lingyao secretly. Duan Lingyao gritted his teeth, confused and annoyed, and pinched his waist vigorously.

Song Sijin was even more puzzled than him, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why can gifts only be given to adulterers, little prince, don't you have any friends?"

Duan Lingyao: "..."

Song Sijin raised his sleeves to wipe his face, feeling aggrieved: "Lan Chi was in a bad mood at that time, he taught me to play the piano, he was very good to me, and I want to be good to him too. I have nothing else to give, only Carve a little wooden man."

The anger on Duan Lingyao's face gradually stagnated, and he coughed a few times: "That's it?"

"Yeah." Song Sijin sniffled, and his voice became softer, "Don't get angry because of this, okay, it's very unreasonable, and you have many male pets... If you get angry again, you will look very mean."

It is too stingy to only allow the state officials to set fires and not allow the people to light lamps.

Song Sijin looked like he was discussing seriously, and it was obvious that he really didn't understand.

"You're...cough!"

Duan Lingyao straightened his back, cleared his throat, the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched a bit, he still looked proud, as long as he didn't pay attention to his hands.Because he was holding the fabric around his waist with his hands, it was a little wrinkled.

"That's it...huh!" Duan Lingyao's ears were a little red, he walked back and forth twice, and suddenly remembered something, his face puffed up, and he became proud again.

"Even if you're not an adulterer, don't you still want to run away?!"

Song Sijin hugged Qin silently.

I really don't know how to say this, the process of escaping that night went through many twists and turns, he should have told Duan Lingyao that he was tricked out by Lan Chi, but thinking of what Lan Chi had left for him, he didn't want to deny this.

"I have nothing to say." Duan Lingyao bent his knees and squatted, lifted Song Sijin's chin with two fingers, frivolously flicked on his face, "Even if you are not an adulterer, you have only one less crime. , cheating and lying, conspiring with spies and defecting in private... If you tell any of them, you will be put in prison."

These words successfully frightened Song Sijin. He suddenly remembered that Duan Lingyao was the son of the Duke, and Lan Chi and the others were assassins who wanted to kill people. This was indeed not just a matter of adultery.

Seeing that he was startled, Duan Lingyao's face gradually eased, he kissed him lightly, and then put on a familiar sweet smile: "Okay, I was wrong to blame Brother Jin before, but Brother Jin also lied and deceived others Is it the feeling of love? I keep saying that I like him, but in the end... his heart will be broken."

Fearing that he would be thrown into prison, Song Sijin asked in a low voice, "Don't you suspect that I'm also a spy?"

Duan Lingyao was surprised: "Why do you have such confidence?"

Song Sijin lowered his head depressedly.

Duan Lingyao laughed and said: "I was a little skeptical at first, because you are too stupid. Forget it, this is not important, what is important is you!"

Song Sijin quietly raised his eyes.

Duan Lingyao looked arrogantly, and said condescendingly: "You are my man, my fiancé, and I will become the wife of the prince of the Duke's mansion in the future. I don't need you to be smart, and I don't need you to be smart. But you have to be obedient, Make me happy, and put away some of your petty thoughts."

Song Sijin didn't want to nod his head, there was a question stuck in his throat.

Duan Lingyao gently stroked his face: "Brother Jin is not willing?"

There is no right to refuse, even if you want to, you can't say it. Song Sijin couldn't help it. His voice was muffled and soft, and he asked Duan Lingyao softly: "Why do you always bully me?"

Duan Lingyao approached him, with a smile that was not a smile: "I really want to know the answer?"

Song Sijin nodded.

Duan Lingyao kissed him again.

Today Song Sijin cried so badly, her eyes were red, and her face was stained with tears, when she kissed her, the tip of her tongue tasted a little salty.

Duan Lingyao hugged Song Sijin's shoulders, and rubbed his silky face against his forehead. He said affectionately, "Because brother Jin is easy to bully, the weak prey on the strong, this world is so unreasonable, do you understand?"

Song Sijin seemed to understand but not understand, a little sadness rose in his heart.

He still didn't give up, and asked in a low voice, pleadingly: "Can you stop bullying me?"

"Then who am I bullying?"

Song Sijin faltered and couldn't think of an answer, and asked Duan Lingyao to bully others, always felt that his conscience was a bit offended.

Fortunately, Duan Lingyao was considerate, and he helped Song Sijin come up with a good idea: "I said before, brother Jin will make me happy, and I will treat you well. I can stop worrying about the past, and I can stop bullying you. It can even help you bully the people you hate, how about it?"

This was almost the biggest concession Duan Lingyao could give. Song Sijin was afraid that he would regret it, so he nodded quickly: "I am obedient, very obedient."

"That's great!" Duan Lingyao sweetly smacked his face, then reached out and gently pulled the piano out of Song Sijin's arms.

Song Sijin panicked and wanted to pull him back, but Duan Lingyao grabbed his hand.

"Don't worry, I'm not so stingy that I won't even keep the piano for you."

Song Sijin didn't quite believe it: "..."

Duan Lingyao said leisurely: "Friends, who doesn't seem to have one, a little gift, haha, it doesn't matter! But I was thinking, Brother Jin shouldn't hate me just because I killed your friend, right?"

Song Sijin hesitated for a moment, then shook his head lightly: "No."

Lan Chi wanted to kill him, but he was killed instead, as if it was his own fault.If he wanted to hate it, he didn't hate it, but he couldn't help feeling resentful and unwilling.But he really couldn't help but hate... hated Duan Lingyao for why he killed that boy in the first place, so that Lan Chi got to where he is today!

But he didn't dare to say, and he didn't dare to ask.

It's too hard to hate someone, he doesn't even know if his cowardly and incompetent self has enough strength to hate Duan Lingyao forever.

The piano was put back by Duan Lingyao, and then stuffed back under the bed.

Knowing that Lan Chi and Song Sijin didn't have that kind of relationship, Duan Lingyao was in a bright mood, humming a little tune and leaning on Song Sijin's shoulder, he leaned back and looked at him sideways.

Song Sijin's lips were stained with tears, and after drying, they were slightly peeled, a little rough, and not very comfortable to the touch.His face was also dirty, his eyes were red, and his hair was messy.His body was even worse, his clothes were crying and wrinkled, and he sat on the ground and rubbed pieces of dust.

The whole thing looks like a little beggar who has just been bullied by a local ruffian.

But Duan Lingyao couldn't help liking it.

Duan Lingyao raised his finger and tapped his lips.

Song Sijin opened her mouth obediently, sucked his fingers, and tasted a bit salty on the tip of her tongue. It turned out that he also wiped his tears just now, and Song Sijin sucked hard to please him.

This is a small hobby of Duan Lingyao, he likes to bully Song Sijin with his hands.

Because of this, even though his slender and beautiful hands are well-defined and look quite pleasing to the eye, Song Sijin is still a little scared.

Afraid of his hands, afraid of his teeth, even more afraid of his vicious mind and soul.

Duan Lingyao narrowed his eyes comfortably, and licked the corners of Song Sijin's eyes with the tip of his tongue.

He was in a good mood, so he didn't hesitate to give him a little sweetness: "Don't your family have a village in Xing'er Village, let's go and play."

Song Sijin was startled, and looked at him overjoyed: "Really?"

Duan Lingyao stirred his soft tongue, and his smile became brighter and brighter: "Really, brother Jin is so happy, shouldn't he reciprocate?"

Soft bones are worthless, but as long as he can be told to go back and see his mother, he doesn't mind being softer.

So Song Sijin bit his fingertips lightly, making himself completely soft.

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-2919:21:29-2022-07-3017:51:25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 angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Sanqian Prosperous Waves World Tour; I mean er, five to ten, listen to you, Xi Xu, Xue Sheng 1 bottle;

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