After being dedicated to the villain

When the blood just flowed out of the human body, it was warm and smelly. It was obviously just some liquid, but it ran along Song Sijin's hands aggressively, dyeing all the colors in his sight red.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Song Sijin trembled involuntarily, whether what he longed for was hidden in the fear, the heart was unpredictable like a fog covering his eyes, but the cry of pain was like a gust of wind, making him see clearly in an instant.

Soon it was the panic that would overwhelm people.

The hard shell accumulated over time will become harder and harder when chiseled by knives and axes, but a small hole is slowly eroded by the warm, sweet and fishy liquid.

Anger quickly escaped from the punctured skin, and replaced by complicated and chaotic thoughts. Time was running short, and Song Sijin only had time to taste the bitterness of it as regret.

Feeling that the strength of the person in his arms was getting weaker and weaker, Song Sijin subconsciously reached out to wrap his arms around his waist.

Duan Lingyao leaned on his shoulder and panted heavily, the severe pain made him sweat coldly, his face was pale, strands of black hair stuck to his face, the red clothes were stained with blood and burst into tears. The gorgeous ghosts that come out are like ghosts.

He shook off Song Sijin's hand, stood upright with the support of the table, and after accusing Song Sijin of injustice, he gritted his teeth with blood and tears and never paid him any further attention.

Da Zhuang was unexpectedly strong, and gradually gained the upper hand in the battle with Xin Bai. After panting, Duan Lingyao raised his hand and shot a sleeve arrow at him. He had to distance himself from the hidden weapon.

But that didn't mean he was helpless, he grabbed a chair with his backhand and threw it at Duan Lingyao.

Duan Lingyao couldn't dodge due to his inability to move, so Xin Bai rushed over to block him. This time, he caught Da Zhuang in his arms, and when he was unprepared, he tripped and fell to the ground.

Song Sijin trembled with his hands covered in blood, Duan Lingyao turned his back to him, he could see the blood on his back continuously flowing to the ground: "Da Zhuang, stop beating, let's go!"

But Da Zhuang just glanced at him, then raised his dagger and rushed towards Duan Lingyao, Xin Bai hugged his legs with all his strength, and the two fell to the ground and fought.But it can be seen that Xin Bai fell very hard just now, and it won't be long before he can't control Dazhuang.

Duan Lingyao snapped: "Just because you want to kill me? Wishful thinking!"

He raised his hand and whistled, and there were more footsteps approaching the main courtyard.

Da Zhuang strangled Xin Bai's neck: "Second Young Master, I'm sorry, I have to kill Duan Lingyao tonight."

Song Sijin turned pale with astonishment: "But you're not..."

Da Zhuang's eyes were deep: "I said before that innocent people should not be affected. Only the death of Duan Lingyao can end all this at the least cost."

At this moment, Song Sijin finally realized what Da Zhuang's real purpose was. No wonder he suddenly appeared to attack and fight endlessly.

"Don't!" Song Sijin retorted subconsciously, and then kept looking for reasons, "I mean, you can't do it, give up, and leave here first...or you will hurt more people!"

"Second Young Master, I have made up my mind, you can leave on your own."

Da Zhuang didn't just want to rescue Song Sijin, but also wanted to put an end to this matter completely. This was the only compromise solution he could think of as a life-saver.As for whether it will implicate the Song family... The evidence used to frame the fourth prince is on Da Zhuang, and Lord Yan is involved in it, and he will eventually solve Duan Lingyao and get rid of the fourth prince as His Royal Highness wishes.Even if the government knew that there was something tricky about it, and that it was related to the crown prince, there was nothing they could do.

In the end, it will be as everyone wishes, without involving too many innocent people.

But Song Sijin couldn't do it, it was chaotic outside, maybe he could take the opportunity to escape, but he couldn't lift the steps he wanted to take.

"Let's go!" Da Zhuang questioned, "Don't you want to part with this scum?"

Before Song Sijin could respond, Duan Lingyao, who was weakened by the severe pain and blood loss, sneered: "Don't be modest, neither of you will try to run away tonight!"

The moment Da Zhuang chose to jump out, they lost the qualification to sneak.

Reinforcements came quickly, swarmed in from outside the door and surrounded Da Zhuang, countless swords and swords attacked him, Duan Lingyao ordered: "Catch the alive."

Da Zhuang, who used to be as silent as a mountain, suddenly laughed twice: "Duan Shizi, this matter has nothing to do with the Second Young Master. I took money from the Fourth Prince in private. If you want to kill me, kill me. Don't implicate the innocent!"

The general situation is over, he failed to kill Duan Lingyao just now, and now it is even more hopeless, so he raised his neck and slammed into a knife with all his strength.

This night was destined to be full of bloody smell, and Da Zhuang's death was so tragic, Song Sijin subconsciously couldn't bear to watch it.

Song Sijin struggled helplessly as his arms were tightly grasped, and he heard another plop in his ears. When he looked back, he realized that Duan Lingyao, who had been holding on all this time, finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

At that moment, there seemed to be a knife cutting randomly in his heart, Song Sijin knelt down powerlessly, his eyes were blurred, he didn't know if he was the only one who was at fault.

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Song Sijin sat on the bed silently and haggardly, with dried blood all over his hands and clothes.

After he was arrested, he was held in the wing room of the main courtyard. There were guards outside the doors and windows. No one spoke to him, and no one cared about him.

Because the life and death of the young master of the Duke's Mansion is uncertain, everyone is in a mess.

In the middle of the night, the old lady was supposed to be resting. When she heard the bad news, she rushed to Duan Lingyao's yard in shock and anger. She ordered someone to ask the imperial doctor to treat Duan Lingyao. The atmosphere in the Duke's mansion became tense.

Seeing with her own eyes the bloody wound exposed by Doctor Zhang after taking off Duan Lingyao's clothes, the old lady felt dizzy. She held Xu Momo's hand and said with great sorrow, "What a crime! Lingyao has grown up so big, how has he ever been hurt?" So hurt, what about the murderer, where is he?!"

Xin Bai half-sat on the ground, and replied in a deep voice: "The perpetrator has been punished on the spot."

"Where's his accomplice?" The old lady said coldly, "Don't think that I don't know after living in the backyard for a long time, this matter is related to that Mr. Song."

Xin Bai said neither humble nor overbearing: "The prince said that Mr. Song can only be dealt with by him. Without his permission, no one can touch him."

"Now that the life and death of the son is unknown, you also insist on this?"

"Please forgive me, old lady."

The old lady took a deep breath, and Mother Xu helped her calm down: "Forget it, it's fine if the prince is fine, but if the prince is in trouble... then let this Mr. Song go down to accompany the prince, so as not to be lonely on the road!"

Duan Lingyao had two fatal wounds, one was a blood hole in his abdomen, and the other was a knife wound on his shoulder and back.

Although the blood hole was not big, it was pierced very deep, and the knife wound was even more horrifying. It was drawn in a long line, and the flesh and blood on both sides were turning outward.

Such a dangerous injury is easy to be infected if it is not handled properly. The imperial doctor was nervous and tired. He was sweating profusely to help Duan Lingyao stop the bleeding. Too much, the wound is still stained with toxins, I'm afraid this test will be difficult to bear. I wrote a prescription and asked someone to boil the medicine immediately, and then use century-old ginseng to protect the vitality, and hang my life first."

"Hurry up, Mingyue and Qingfeng hurry up to get the medicine. When you come back, you have to watch every step by yourself, and don't make any mistakes!"

Mingyue and Qingfeng are the old lady's trustworthy maids, and they will leave immediately after taking orders.

Doctor Zhang wiped his hands wearily with a wet handkerchief: "His Royal Highness, forgive me for my incompetence. I have never seen the poison on the son, so I can only temporarily suppress it. You should ask another doctor to take a look."

When Doctor Zhang left, the old lady's eyebrows darkened, and she said, "Hurry up and ask Mr. Song to come over."

Xin Bai struggled to think about it, the old lady slammed the table, and said sternly that no one could refute: "I am not too old to be the master of this family. If the son has any dissatisfaction, you can tell him to wake himself up." Tell me, the rest is not up to your little servant to intervene!"

Soon, Song Sijin was brought in front of the old lady.

The old lady was sitting on the peony-carved imperial concubine chair, beside Duan Lingyao who was pale and unconscious. Before Song Sijin could see Duan Lingyao's appearance clearly, he was held down and knelt down on the ground.

"Young Master Song, since you came to the mansion, I think I have treated you kindly, but how did you repay the mansion?"

Sadness and anger are two knives that make people old. In just half a night, the old lady who has always been well-maintained showed the oldness she should have at her age.She was so worried that she became more than ten years old in an instant.

"I know that Lingyao treats you a little harshly, which makes you feel dissatisfied, but it is absolutely impossible to ask him to pay with his life. Mr. Song, if you still remember some good things from the past, tell me the truth, Lingyao What kind of poison did you get?"

Song Sijin, who didn't know Duan Lingyao was poisoned until now, naturally couldn't give an answer. He shook his head lifelessly: "I don't know."

"You are accomplices, how could you not know?"

"I really don't know." Song Sijin said in a low voice, "I thought Da Zhuang just wanted to take me out of the palace. I didn't know that he was going to assassinate the prince, let alone that he put poison on the knife."

If he knew, he would tell Da Zhuang to leave alone and hurry up. He would tell him that Duan Lingyao is very difficult to kill, so it is better not to bother, if blood must be shed today, it is better to bleed himself.

But he just didn't know.

Lies are everywhere around him, is this his retribution for lying to deceive Duan Lingyao?

Song Sijin smiled wryly.

The old lady is so accurate in seeing people, she can see at a glance that he really doesn't know anything, but the more so, the more sad she is: "Okay, okay, the good one doesn't know anything, if the son can't pass this test, you can go down and accompany him let's go!"

Song Sijin twitched the corners of his mouth, without any sign of struggle.

People like Duan Lingyao would be happy when they died, and killing him was called eradicating evil.

But when Song Sijin thought that he might be obliterated like the villain in thousands of stories, he couldn't bear it—how could this be?Song Sijin thought, maybe it's because Duan Lingyao really has feelings for him, maybe it's because he is too weak, so weak that even the villains who have bullied him are pitiful, and being weak enough can make him feel guilty.A person like him really deserves to be buried with Duan Lingyao, and he will save others from being hurt all the time.

The old lady asked someone to take Song Sijin down and imprison him. One day and one night, he invited one doctor after another, but they could only stabilize Duan Lingyao's injury, but could not completely detoxify him.

Duan Lingyao had a fever, it was so bad that he was talking nonsense.

The nightmare gradually took shape in his mind along with the pain. He struggled and cried terrifiedly, and suddenly woke up for a moment, screaming Song Sijin's name, over and over again, non-stop.

However, he was very strong, and the thin and well-shaped muscles hidden under his fair skin exploded, and neither Xin Qing nor Xin Yi could hold back.

There is no other way, the old lady can only ask someone to bring Song Sijin over again.

Song Sijin was still wearing the dirty clothes, and because of the blood stains, he had already produced a sour smell in the hot weather, dead skin had formed on his lips, and his whole body was weak.

Under the supervision of the old lady, Song Sijin was thoroughly searched, and after taking off his dirty coat, he was allowed to sit next to the young man.

This time he finally saw Duan Lingyao's appearance clearly, and a sour feeling instantly filled his heart.It was the first time that the normally flamboyant young man had become so haggard and weak. He had bled so much, but his cheeks and neck were glowing with a strange and bright pink color, which made people feel uneasy.

"Song Sijin...Where is Song Sijin, come back—I'll kill you, you are not allowed to leave!"

Duan Lingyao closed his eyes tightly, and paddled his hands in the air indiscriminately, the bandaged wound on his struggling back was bleeding again.

Song Sijin was in a complicated and unbearable mood, and stretched out his arms to gently hug him: "Little Lord... Duan Lingyao, you, you hurry up and get well..." When he is well, he can kill or cut as he pleases, but in fact he still It was impossible to flatter him, but seeing him in such pain, Song Sijin suffered a lot in his heart.

Perhaps Song Sijin's voice successfully entered Duan Lingyao's ears. At that moment, the crying patient was really quiet, and some inaudible syllables came out from his throat. Duan Lingyao opened his cloudy eyes and blinked lightly. Suddenly many tears flowed.

He was really sick and confused, the last sentence he wanted to kill Song Sijin, when he saw him, there was only one thing left in his mind.He struggled to get into Song Sijin's arms, and cried and yelled when he pulled the wound, Song Sijin hugged him helplessly, afraid of touching his wound with force, and afraid that his own struggle would make the wound open.

"Brother Jin, I'm in so much pain... My body hurts so much, blow it off, brother Jin..."

In the end, Duan Lingyao lay half on his lap, babbling drowsily, Mo's hair was hot and messy, and the fishy smell followed him like a shadow.

His upper body was naked, and the skin of his tentacles was hot. Song Sijin could clearly see how huge the wound on his shoulder and back was, like a canyon on a snowfield, a deep crack that broke a glacier.

It shouldn't be like this, as long as there is a little damage on the flawless porcelain, it will be very conspicuous, let alone such a big wound.

Song Sijin's eyes became sore, and it became more and more sore. He lowered his head and gently blew on Duan Lingyao's wound: "Hoo hoo, it doesn't hurt anymore, hoo hoo, it doesn't hurt anymore... Lingyao, does it still hurt?"

Duan Lingyao gradually calmed down, he didn't give Song Sijin an answer, he fell asleep.

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-2403:35:18-2022-08-2423:49:29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 the mine: Is it a meow or not a cat;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：兔子和博学12瓶；是喵不是猫、白舟10瓶；衍岚9瓶；顾北6瓶；清糖1瓶；

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