After being dedicated to the villain

Song Sijin also realized that his condition was not good.

This made Sanxi anxious: "Why did you suddenly get sick?"

Song Sijin was a little surprised at Sanxi's concern for him, and silently opened his bloodshot eyes to look at him, and heard Sanxi say: "How can you serve the little prince! If you are found out, you might think you are afraid of others. This is not revealing."

Song Sijin: "..."

Sanxi didn't even pour tea for Song Sijin, she turned her head and ran out: "Wait, I'll go find the doctor right away."

Song Sijin was limp and weak all over, his throat was dry and swollen, he wanted to drink some water, but Da Zhuang was afraid that he would run around again, so he refused to help him find water.Song Sijin was even less familiar with Da Zhuang, fearing his sultry face, so he lay down silently.

As soon as the person fell down, he fell asleep uncontrollably within a short while.

It was even more painful in his sleep. For a while, he dreamed that he was thrown into a pit, and a group of people surrounded him to fill in the soil. For a while, he dreamed that Duan Lingyao was riding a horse, laughing wantonly and shooting an arrow at him.

He was in a daze, struggling constantly in the nightmare, unable to wake up alive.

After an unknown amount of time, a porcelain spoon parted his lips and forcefully poured the bitter medicine into it. Song Sijin only swallowed a little and then spat it out bitterly.

It turns out that the real world beyond the dream has already reached the second dusk after he entered Beppu.

Sanxi saw that Song Sijin was lying down and couldn't feed him the medicine, and was about to ask Da Zhuang to help him up to force-feed him, when he heard Song Sijin's intermittent, barely audible soft voice.

"Duan, Duan Lingyao..."

Sanxi's hand holding the bowl stopped in mid-air, and her eyeballs rolled around.

Da Zhuang looked at him silently.

Sanxi suddenly said: "What a great opportunity!"

He was afraid that the exposure of Song Sijin's illness would make the young man think that Song Sijin would never want to be with him and offend the young man, so he kept covering it up.

But now maybe it can be explained from another angle.

Sanxi was heartbroken, and looked outside carefully, seeing that no one was paying attention, so she quietly sprinkled a packet of red powder in the medicine bowl.

"Da Zhuang, what should be said and what should not be said later, you know?"

Da Zhuang hummed dully.

After mixing it carefully, Sanxi put the medicine bowl away, turned around and ran out.

He hurried to the front yard, grabbed a servant of Duan Lingyao, and started crying: "My good brother, have you seen Young Master Duan? If you don't see him again, our young master will die!"

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When Duan Lingyao saw Song Sijin, he was surprised by his haggard appearance.

He turned half a circle around the bed, finally sat on the head of the bed, and stretched out his hand to poke Song Sijin's hot face.

Sanxi knelt beside her and pretended to wipe her tears: "After our young master fell ill, he kept calling you by your name. It must be due to lovesickness. Poor our young master, he is so sick that he can't even drink the medicine. Please, young master." Lord, save our young master!"

Duan Lingyao didn't care how expressive his words were, he bent down his upper body curiously, put his ear to Song Sijin's mouth and listened carefully.

He casually raised a finger to signal Sanxi to be quiet, but Sanxi didn't see it immediately, so someone forcibly covered his mouth and dragged him out the next moment.

The room finally quieted down, only the sound of Song Sijin's heavy breathing for a while.

Duan Lingyao waited patiently for a long time, and finally heard his name, so he straightened up excitedly, and said to Xin Yi rather strangely: "He actually called my name!"

Xin Yi complimented: "It seems that Second Young Master Song's obsession with you is indeed quite deep!"

Duan Lingyao smiled and said, "Should I be happy?"

Xin Yi agreed and said: "Master, this journey will not be boring, you should be happy."

Duan Lingyao really smiled happily, Sanxi had just been dragged out of the door, she didn't know what she had done wrong, but at this moment she knelt by the door trembling, when she heard the laughter inside the door, she was in shock for a moment.

He didn't understand what Duan Lingyao's attitude towards Song Sijin was, did he like it or didn't like it?

Fortunately, the next moment, Duan Lingyao enthusiastically picked up the medicine bowl and gave Song Sijin the medicine, which made Sanxi feel more at ease.

It's just that the behavior of feeding medicine, which should be described by words such as "intimate, gentle and caring", seems to be just a novelty game in Duan Lingyao's hands.

Without much patience and care, he pinched Song Sijin's mouth open, and poured spoonful after spoonful into it.

On the bed, Song Sijin drank half a bowl of medicine bitterly, and finally choked.He was forced to wake up from a heavy nightmare, pushed Duan Lingyao away, bent down and coughed heart-piercingly.

Duan Lingyao took the handkerchief, carefully wiped the medicine stains on his fingertips, and then went to wipe Song Sijin's face.

As soon as Song Sijin raised his head, he saw Duan Lingyao's face dimly with tears in his eyes, and he backed away like a frightened bird.

If it wasn't for the wall blocking it, I'm afraid he would have fallen off the bed directly.

"do not come!"

Didn't Duan Lingyao force himself to commit suicide by taking poison just now... By the way, it was like a dream. In the dream, he called his name out of fear, begged, and stammered to explain that he hadn't framed him.

As a result, when he woke up with his eyes open, not only was the person in front of him, but he was actually carrying a bowl of medicine.

Song Sijin almost fainted again.

Duan Lingyao's hand holding the handkerchief stopped in mid-air, and there was not much sullen expression on his face, but he was still smiling, but his voice was somewhat uncomfortable and cold: "What's wrong with Second Brother Song, are you so scared when you see me?"

Song Sijin trembled all over and shook his head quickly.

His nightmare was all related to Duan Lingyao, and he remembered the description of him in the original book. Now Song Sijin's understanding of Duan Lingyao is by no means as simple as last night.

He knew that Duan Lingyao hated others disobeying him the most, and he would find fault with anyone who disobeyed him.

In front of him, the more backbone a person is, the easier it is to suffer. If you want to feel better, you have to be obedient, and you must never say "no".

Maybe there are exceptions in the world... But Song Sijin is just a helpless cannon fodder, and a cannon fodder who will be buried alive by Duan Lingyao on the trajectory of fate.

Duan Lingyao shook his still raised hand, Song Sijin looked at him in a daze, his feverish mind was extremely dull.

He continued to shake his head subconsciously, and after shaking his head, he realized something slowly, and then froze in fear.

The smile on Duan Lingyao's face was even more exaggerated: "It seems that it is a lie to say that Second Brother Song likes me. Alas, I am actually very kind, but I only hate people lying to me."

Song Sijin gasped and almost fainted.

He vaguely remembered that Duan Lingyao said something similar in the original book, and after he finished speaking, he cut off the tongue of the person who lied to him.

With the crisis imminent, Duan Lingyao poked his head forward, opened a pair of shiny cat eyes, and smiled a little falsely on the corners of his lips: "Second Brother Song, I like you so much, how can you have the heart to lie to—"

Song Sijin was cruel, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and shook his hands, grabbed Duan Lingyao's hand and put it on his face.

Duan Lingyao's voice stopped abruptly.

Song Sijin couldn't restrain a little fear: "I like it, I'm not lying."

Duan Lingyao stared at his heroic expression for a long while, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud. He rubbed the handkerchief on Song Sijin's face, and Song Sijin's sickly yellow face turned rosy. .

But gradually, things became a little bit wrong.

It's so hot, I have a strange impulse, and my mind is even more confused.

Song Sijin blankly opened his eyes and looked at Duan Lingyao, swallowed the bitter saliva, stretched out his hand and subconsciously loosened the neckline.

He rolled up his sleeves a little, paused hesitantly, put them down, and rolled them up again.Adam's apple keeps rolling up and down.

Due to his illness, Song Sijin's body was hot and cold, and now he felt more restless and eager, which was definitely not like any time he felt sick in the past.

His eyes softened uncontrollably, with a little fear, flushed with hot flashes, looking extremely pitiful.

The hand gradually stopped and moved away from his face. Duan Lingyao looked at Song Sijin with a strange expression. of."

What intention?Song Sijin asked in a daze, and couldn't help pulling the collar looser.

Duan Lingyao's voice is very distinctive, sweet, soft and hoarse when it slows down, and this characteristic becomes more obvious when he is happy.For example, the voice was sweet and greasy at this time, as if she was acting like a baby: "Of course you deliberately seduce me, so that you can cook with me raw rice."

Song Sijin stopped in place with the hand holding the neckline, and a thunderbolt struck in his head.

Of course, he has no experience of taking pleasure-enhancing drugs in the past, but he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running, so he still knows how to order... In the original book, the protagonist was drugged, and the description at that time was very hot.

It is so, it is so!

Song Sijin looked at the medicine bowl, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, his hands clutching the neckline became tighter and tighter, and his finger bones turned white.

How could it be so excessive!

The original book said that the blood of the man who was played to death by Duan Lingyao in the backyard of the Duke's mansion could dye the floor tiles in the entire East City red, and those who entered other Duke's mansions upright would be considered lucky if they could come out whole.

The more Song Sijin thought about it, the more frightened he became. He was afraid that he would be tortured to death by Duan Lingyao the moment he agreed, and he was afraid that he would be killed directly if he didn't.

Caught in a dilemma, in a dilemma, so desperate that people can't see a way out.

Duan Lingyao at the bedside was still smiling and waiting for his reply: "Why isn't Second Brother Song talking?"

"I have no idea……"

"Second Brother Song, you're not kidding me, are you?"

"No."

Finally, the hot young man on the bed lowered his head and relieved himself, the strands of hair stuck to the corners of his chapped but bright red lips, sticking to his neck and extending into the damp clothes.He said hoarsely, "I don't know, I feel so bad."

At this moment, he gave up all options, and handed himself over to the other party in despair.