After being dedicated to the villain

At the farewell banquet, Duan Lingyao and Master Song were smiling and talking politely.

It is not surprising that Duan Lingyao is going back to Beijing, and it is almost time.Master Song pretended to be caring for the other party, saying, my nephew, I have always loved this son the most, and I will leave him to you this time when he goes to Beijing.

Duan Lingyao acknowledged Song Sijin's status in public, and took the initiative to take him back to Beijing. In Master Song's opinion, this marriage is already a certainty.

Coupled with the fact that Duan Lingyao didn't say any ambiguous words to Master Duan afterward, Master Song let go of worrying that he would marry him by force.

Duan Lingyao smiled sweetly, hugged Song Sijin's arm and said, "Uncle Song, don't worry, I will take good care of brother Jin. When we get married in the future, Uncle Song must be present."

Master Song laughed loudly: "That's exactly what I mean. My eldest son is preparing for the exam in Beijing. After a while, I will go to Yaojing with my family, just in time to reunite our family!"

Duan Lingyao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't Uncle Song have an official position?"

Master Song said pointedly: "The old man has been conscientious and dedicated to his duties these years, but Changxi City is too small after all, and his ambitions cannot be fully realized. Maybe there will be more opportunities in other places. In fact, the old man is also a little ashamed. I'm just a petty official, if I say it in the future, I'm afraid I'll embarrass the young man."

Duan Lingyao smiled slightly, and simply gave Master Song another choice, saying that Uncle Song is welcome, and if you are really ashamed, you don't need to say it.

Master Song was speechless, never expecting Duan Lingyao to be so shameless.

But soon he figured it out, Duan Lingyao, an ignorant dude, was such a jerk, he couldn't understand it unless he explained it to him.

But Master Song still wanted to show some face, and he was really embarrassed to ask the Duke of Xin to open the back door to help him become an official in Beijing, so he winked at Song Sijin, who was eating silently at the side.

Song Sijin didn't see it, he was picking fishbone slowly and meticulously, and when he was done, he put half of it in Duan Lingyao's bowl, and ate half by himself, Duan Lingyao returned him a shelled shrimp.

Master Song secretly kicked Song Sijin under the table, Song Sijin froze for a moment, then raised his head: "What's wrong?"

Master Song gave him a look: um, um, that's the one, um, understand?

Song Sijin really didn't understand what he meant, staring so hard... Was he dissatisfied with himself?

Thinking of what he asked him to do, Song Sijin silently leaned closer to Duan Lingyao.

Duan Lingyao turned his face away, and kissed Song Sijin on the cheek: "What is Uncle Song looking at? It scared his brother Jin."

The corners of Master Song's eyes twitched, and he couldn't tell in front of Duan Lingyao that he wanted Song Sijin to blow his pillow, so he could only stare at him and said, "It's nothing, the old man just wants to tell Si Jin to be careful when he arrives in the capital." People who are respectful and courteous should not forget to serve your nephew well, and if there is a dispute in the future, you must not bully your nephew because of your seniority."

Song Sijin felt that his blood father might have some brain problems, how dare he bully Duan Lingyao, it would be good if he didn't get bullied by Duan Lingyao.

But he nodded and obediently agreed.

After a meal, the guests enjoyed themselves, except Song Sijin.

After the meal, Master Song really found an opportunity to call Song Sijin out alone.It just so happened that Song Sijin also had something to say to Master Song alone.

Master Song was nothing more than telling him to take good care of the little prince after he came to Beijing, and not to cause trouble. By the way, he asked Song Sijin to blow pillows in Duan Lingyao's ears: for example, let him persuade Duan Lingyao to get closer to the Song family, for example, ask him to take care of Song Siyu, If Song Siyu needs help, he can find a way to help, and let him remind Duan Lingyao to promote his old father-in-law.

Song Sijin didn't say yes or no right away, if it were him before, he would simply answer that he would work hard.

But now he is not so stupid anymore, Song Sijin raised his chest and raised his head, trying to put on a straight face to make himself appear confident: "Let me see my mother first, Yaojing is too far away from Changxi City, I must confirm my mother with my own eyes before leaving Only then can you do things for you.”

Master Song is not angry at all, it's just human nature, it's better to say that the more Song Sijin cares about his mother, the more satisfied Master Song is, so that he can feel his control over Song Sijin even more.

"When are you leaving?"

"Leave early tomorrow morning."

"Alright, I'll arrange for you mother and son to meet later."

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Song Sijin got into a carriage blindfolded.

After going around for a quarter of an hour, he was brought to a small courtyard.

This is a very unremarkable small courtyard. As soon as you enter, you can see the bottom at a glance after pushing the door.

It was a woman with an ordinary face, rough hair, and old appearance due to years of hard work. She was sitting by the window, mending clothes by the light that had not been completely dimmed. When she heard someone coming in, she looked up and was immediately overjoyed.

She hurriedly put down the clothes and needlework in her hands, stepped on her shoes and walked out: "My son, why are you here? Is the marriage over? Why are you unhappy? Someone bullied you?"

Seeing that Fan Wumei didn't notice anything strange, and was still only worried about his marriage, Song Sijin's eyes became sore and he almost cried in front of her.

"Mom, I'm fine, no one bullies me."

Song Sijin took his mother's hand and led her into the house again. A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl ran over by the stove and called out crisply, "Brother Jin!"

"Mai Miao, how are you and my mother doing during this time, is there enough food and clothing?"

If you ask your mother, she will definitely say that everything is fine, no matter what the actual life is like, she doesn't want Song Sijin to worry about her.

Mai Miao was young and straight-tempered, she was a sick girl who was not wanted to be raised by others, and the housekeeper didn't want to raise a sick girl who didn't know if she would survive, but Fan Wumei and Song Sijin couldn't bear it, so they asked her to live in the small house. The courtyard helped to raise him up.

In the past, Song Sijin was soft-tempered and ignorant, and she didn't know how to fight back when she was bullied. If Mai Miao saw her, she would rush forward regardless, and then she and Song Sijin would be beaten covered in mud.

She has a straightforward temperament, but she doesn't like to swallow her anger: "I have good food and clothing, but I don't ask people to go out, so Aunt Fan and I will be idle to death."

Although it is much more comfortable for the two of them to have food without having to work, but she is worried that they will not be able to go out for the rest of their lives!

Seeing that both mother and Mai Miao were in good spirits, Song Sijin felt relieved, and asked, "What did they tell you?"

Fan Wumei said: "Oh, it's nothing. Didn't your father tell you about a good marriage? The family has money and food and clothing without worrying about it. He told me to follow suit, so I don't have to suffer in the Zhuangzi."

Mai Miao hurriedly added: "It's more than that. They picked us up because they were afraid that Aunt Fan and I would embarrass you, and they didn't let us go out, and they didn't allow us to attend the wedding. They said that in-laws are people who want face. It's too low, it's better to disown you."

Song Sijin's throat became more and more astringent: "That's it, I have wronged you."

Fan Wumei grabbed his hand and smiled: "There's no need to be wronged, the master has considered you so thoroughly, it's too late for my mother to be happy."

But when she saw Song Sijin's expression, she gradually stopped laughing and became a little worried: "Xiao Jin, tell mother the truth, is there something wrong with this marriage? Miss Ren doesn't like you?"

Song Sijin shook his head and said against his will, "I like it."

"That means you don't like people? What's the matter? Is it because you don't look good or you have a bad temper? Xiao Jin, it doesn't matter if you marry a wife just because of your appearance. It doesn't matter if you have a bad temper. As long as you have a good character, you are willing to treat you well. Nothing else matters."

Finally, Song Sijin's marriage has hope. Fan Wumei is looking forward to it. She is not in good health, and she doesn't know how long she can be with Song Sijin. She only hopes that after she leaves, someone can sincerely accompany Song Sijin.

Song Sijin shook his head lightly, and put on a smiling face: "Well, he's pretty, I like him very much, his temper is sometimes a little bad, but it's good for me to coax him...that's, that's..."

"What is it?"

Song Sijin raised his hand to wipe his eyes, his voice muffled: "It's because this marriage is in the capital, and I want to be married. I don't know if I can come back to see you often in the future."

Parting is always full of sorrow and pain. Fan Wumei sighed: "There is nothing perfect in this world. After all, you will have a good life in the future, and your mother and Mai Miao will not be worse. Xiao Jin, think about the benefits, don't bother yourself , How good it is to go to the capital, there must be everything there, mother has never been away from the land under her feet in her life, maybe in the future I will really be able to benefit from you, so I will go to the capital to have a look."

The daughter of a wealthy family in Beijing is something that Fan Wumei never dared to think about for Song Sijinxiao before. In fact, it doesn't matter where she is, and it doesn't matter so much whether she has money or not. The most important thing is that the two of them live well.

But having such good conditions meant that even if Song Sijin was stupid, he didn't have to worry about making a living, and Fan Wumei was naturally happier.

Fan Wumei told Song Sijin to treat his wife well in the future. He is stupid, so he should listen to his wife and father-in-law more, and don’t make up his own mind about everything. If he accidentally makes his wife angry, he must first reflect on himself... …

After finishing speaking, Fan Wumei dug out a cloth bag from the bedside box, opened it, and found a plain silver bracelet and a stack of white socks inside.

Fan Wumei said with some embarrassment: "You are going to get married, mother should have prepared more things, but I heard that your in-laws are in a good family, and your father wants to prepare the dowry for you. If mother prepares for you, it will only embarrass you. Think about it." If you want to go, maybe you can collect all the money and buy a bracelet.

You take this bracelet, if people don't like it, don't say I gave it to you, you put it away yourself, lest people are afraid that you won't mind, and then take it out and lose face.The socks are a little bit of my mother's wish, most of them are for you. I originally wanted to sew a few pairs for my daughter-in-law, and made them according to the size of my mother's feet...

Mai Miao said that the eldest lady has very small feet, and my mother didn't know how small would be suitable, so she made a pair in one size, alas, be careful when trying it on, don't make people force you. "

Song Sijin took them all over, and he obediently responded to what Fan Wumei said: "Mother, don't worry, I've seen him before, he's about the same size as my feet, I'll share my socks with him."

Originally, she wanted to comfort Fan Wumei, but Fan Wumei was shocked when she heard this: "So big?"

Song Sijin: "..." With a stupid mind like myself, I always don't think carefully about what I say and do.

Song Sijin could only falter and make excuses: "Northern women are tall and have big feet. It's very common."

"That's my mother's ignorance." Fan Wumei quickly accepted this statement, "I don't know what my daughter-in-law's name is."

Fan Wumei is the most common kind of woman in this era. She has no opportunity to receive education, nor has she had the opportunity to open her eyes. The matter of a man marrying a man is probably unacceptable to her, so Song Sijin wants to hide it.

Worried that she would reveal her secret to others after she knew her name, Song Sijin said, "I don't know your boudoir's name yet. You will tell me after you get married. I only know the surname Duan."

"Okay, mother must pray to God and Buddha every day, and pray that my son and Miss Duan are safe and sound for a long time." Fan Wumei folded her hands happily.

Before leaving, Song Sijin gave them the things he had bought for Fan Wumei and Mai Miao earlier, and left some money by the way, not too much, so as to save outsiders from taking advantage of the money.

Fan Wumei repeatedly evaded, Song Sijin said, in case he doesn't come back in time in the future, just treat these as a dowry for Mai Miao.

Only then did Fan Wumei accept the money.

Soon Song Sijin will leave again, coming and going in a hurry, Fan Wumei and Mai Miao will still be under house arrest.Fortunately, Fan Wumei is a woman who is easy to satisfy. As long as life gives her a little sweetness, she can work hard to live peacefully.

……

The carriage was traveling on the main road, and the speed was not fast.

Duan Lingyao didn't ride the horse, but huddled in the carriage with Song Sijin.

The further north we went, the colder the weather became. When Song Sijin woke up this morning, he poked his head out of the car window and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were fine snowflakes floating in the sky.

He reached out to pick it up, and the snowflakes melted into water when they fell on his hands. Soon his hands turned red from the cold, and Duan Lingyao forcibly pulled them into the car.

"What is this amount of snow? Further north, the snow is even bigger. In many places north of Yaojing, the snow that falls can bury people."

Song Sijin exclaimed, "Isn't that fun?"

Duan Lingyao said reservedly: "It's okay, I'll get tired of watching too much."

Duan Lingyao is right, the snow gets heavier as you go north, but it also means that the weather gets colder and the wind gets colder, and the speed of the horses and horses is getting slower and slower. Song Sijin huddled in the carriage all day and dared not go out.

Duan Lingyao was stronger than him, but he didn't bother to go out to enjoy the cold wind. The two of them nestled in the carriage, and Song Sijin would be unlucky when they were free.

Duan Lingyao thought about Fa'er making fun of Song Sijin. Song Sijin was nervous and shy, afraid that people outside would find out if something happened, so he begged Duan Lingyao not to do that kind of thing.

But he forgot that Duan Lingyao has always tortured people. The two of them had a fun agreement before halfway through and there was no follow-up. Now that Duan Lingyao remembered it again, he bit Song Sijin's ear and said: "Don't move, don't move!" Cry, don't speak, don't make a sound!"

Song Sijin: "..."

He really didn't want to do this, so he simply sat outside the carriage and became a driver. As a result, his voice became hoarse after a long time--the freezing cold caused his hands and ears to become red and itchy.

Song Sijin had no choice but to go back into the car, rubbing his hands and exhaling, Duan Lingyao laughed at him twice, moved closer, and blew into his ear again.

Song Sijin wanted to cry but had no tears: "Not now...in two days, okay?"

Duan Lingyao said with a grin, "Brother Jin, what are you thinking, he just wants to keep you warm."

He suddenly opened his mouth, took Song Sijin's ear and sucked it carefully. In an instant, Song Sijin turned red like a shrimp, and his eyes fainted. Can bear it obediently, trembling in the wind like a newly blooming pear blossom.

After a while, Duan Lingyao picked up his calves and put them on his own.

"Young master?"

Duan Lingyao raised his head and pouted displeasedly.

Song Sijin suddenly remembered something, and called him softly: "Lingyao, what are you going to do?"

Duan Lingyao said, "Are your legs numb from the cold?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Song Sijin asked suspiciously. In fact, he was a northerner in his previous life, and his physique was not too bad. It was numb from the cold.

But he doesn't know what Duan Lingyao is going to do, and is he going to use himself for fun? He always has many ways to torment himself...

Contrary to Song Sijin's expectations, Duan Lingyao reached out to take off his shoes, and then began to take off his socks.

Song Sijin shrank back in embarrassment, but Duan Lingyao grabbed his ankle and couldn't move. Duan Lingyao took off one pair after another, exclaiming: "Brother Jin, why are you wearing so many socks?"

Song Sijin clutched his sleeves in embarrassment: "It's cold."

Duan Lingyao looked at him with a half-smile, and suddenly scratched the soles of his feet. Song Sijin thumped, subconsciously wanting to twitch back.But he didn't pull back, Duan Lingyao opened the hem of his clothes and told Song Sijin to put his feet into the clothes in front of his belly to keep warm.

At this point, Song Sijin finally knew what Duan Lingyao wanted to do.

He was surprised, even looked at Duan Lingyao in panic, not understanding what he was thinking at all.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys were at the height of their firepower, and it was as if Song Sijin's feet had been stuck to a small stove, hard and a little hot.

The hot Song Sijin became more and more intolerable and entangled.

Duan Lingyao was uncomfortably stared at by him, turned his face away and said arrogantly: "What are you looking at, the disease will heal quickly when the hands and feet are warmed up, brother Jin always fails to recover, what should I do if the infection is passed on to others?"

Song Sijin touched the tip of his nose, his voice hoarse: "Oh."

Although this section of the road is a little off, the convoy is well-prepared and has basic medicines.

Xin Qing cooked the wind-cold medicine and brought it over. Song Sijin took a sip of the medicine bowl and saw that his face recovered after drinking the hot soup. After so long, how come you get sick every now and then.”

How can you get sick at every turn... Song Sijin didn't say a word, and continued to drink his own medicine.

He drank the medicine in time, coughed for two days, and then Duan Lingyao: "Ah!"

Song Sijin looked at him silently.

Duan Lingyao: "What are you looking at...Ah Choo!"

Song Sijin: "Pfft."

Duan Lingyao looked at him in shock: "Are you laughing at me?"

Song Sijin waved his hands in a panic: "No, no, really no."

It's just that when Duan Lingyao sneezes, his eyebrows and nose will wrinkle, and his eyes will glisten. He has a sweet and lovely face again, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a kitten sneezing.

It's so cute, and a little funny, and most importantly... this is Duan Lingyao. Thinking of him mocking her for being weak two days ago, Song Sijin was secretly happy: It deserves it!

The smell of medicine in the carriage lasted for another three to five days. Finally, both of them recovered from their illnesses, but they couldn't continue to drive forward.

"My lord, it's snowing too much and I can't walk. There's an abandoned post station nearby. Let's stay there for one night and wait for the snow to stop before we go on our way. Do you think it's okay?"

In such a heavy snowstorm, walking is like a tortoise crawling, Duan Lingyao has no interest in forcing others to freeze to death, so he complied.

The abandoned posthouse stood on a high place, and the carriages pulling heavy objects were placed below if they could not be towed up. A few people were left to watch the night nearby, and the rest led the horses into the posthouse.

The post station has been abandoned for many years, it is very dirty, the black cloth is cold, and it is leaking.

Everyone cleared out a clean place, spread straw, coarse cloth, and cushions, used the charcoal in the car and dry firewood in the station to keep warm, cooked snow and drink soup, stewed meat and roasted dry food.

Due to the heavy wind and snow, they couldn't go out to hunt, so they could only eat these things that were easy to preserve.

Song Sijin didn't dislike the filthiness of the living quarters, nor did he dislike the lack of exquisite food, but he was afraid of the cold, so afraid that he couldn't even care about the fear and resistance to Duan Lingyao in the past, so he tried his best to stick it on people.

Even though I put a cushion under my body, covered my body with a quilt, and there was a charcoal fire next to me for warmth, it was still cold.

On such a cold day, Duan Lingyao seemed happy and excited, turning over several times, dawdling in Song Sijin's arms for a while, and holding him in his arms again.

"It's really rare that brother Jin is so proactive. Hmph, now you know what he's doing."

Song Sijin was so disturbed by him that he couldn't fall asleep at all, so he talked to him sleepily: "Mmm..."

"Brother Jin, your hands are so cold, and your feet are also so cold, don't wear so many socks to sleep."

He obviously soaked his feet in hot water, but after lying down for a while, his hands and feet started to feel cold again. Duan Lingyao forced him to take off his socks, and clamped his feet between his legs: "You just sit still in the car all the time. It’s because the blood is blocked that I’m so afraid of the cold.”

Song Sijin asked in a daze, "Then what should we do?"

Duan Lingyao said, "Exercise more."

Thinking of getting out of the car to act against the cold, wind and snow, Song Sijin resisted for a while and remained silent.

Duan Lingyao said with a smile: "If you don't want to get out of the car, you can exercise in the car."

"How to exercise?"

Duan Lingyao leaned into his ear and whispered: "First this, then that, and then..."

Song Sijin woke up from his fright.

-

When it was dawn, the wind and snow stopped.

Duan Lingyao woke up early, worried that his horse would be frozen, so he put on his clothes and ran to the stable.

When the master woke up, of course the servants couldn't sleep anymore, so they all got up too, those who cooked, those who cleaned up, those who collected firewood, those who fed the horses...everyone was busy with their duties.

Song Sijin was still sleeping, not sleeping soundly, Duan Lingyao specifically told everyone to stay away from him and not to disturb him.

Everyone closed the door, told Song Sijin to sleep well in the room, and continued to work on his own affairs lightly.

But no one expected that this year's snow was so heavy that the abandoned inn was finally overwhelmed and collapsed when the last snowflake fell on it.

The snow disaster is ruthless, and it doesn't care who is the master and who is the servant. When it collapses, it will be buried.

Everyone was awake at first, but people were unlucky, peeing in the corner, suddenly the house was about to collapse, turned around and tried to trip their pants, just one step away, and was buried directly.

Duan Lingyao was brushing his precious horse and feeding it with a handful of green hay in his hand. When he heard the terrifying loud noise, he was stunned. Looking back, he saw that the sky was shaken High snow and crystal mist.

The snow mist was like sand, and it hurt people's faces. The snow mist gradually thinned, revealing the collapsed ruins behind.

At that moment, Duan Lingyao didn't think about anything, he raised the grass and sprinkled the ground, then he turned around and ran towards the dorm.

The author says:

The fourth paragraph of the copy has to wait for Xiao Song's good friend to appear after entering Beijing——

感谢在2022-08-0418:30:37-2022-08-0520:13:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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