After being dedicated to the villain

No matter how the people in Duke Xinguo's mansion think of the eldest son's fiancé who colluded with the assassin, it is an established fact that the eldest son can't do without his company.

Duan Lingyao's condition was very unstable, and he kept getting better over and over again, and he was almost never awake.

When he was drowsy, his perceptual ability was amazing. Once Song Sijin was away from him for a long time, Duan Lingyao would immediately fall into a nightmare, and then kept screaming and struggling.The healing of his wounds was far from ideal, and moving around in this situation could easily make the injuries worse. Song Sijin had no choice but to stay with him all the time.

The new medicinal soup was delivered, and under Qingfeng's supervision, Song Sijin fed the medicine to Duan Lingyao bit by bit.The medicine contained soothing ingredients, and after drinking it, Duan Lingyao's expression eased a little, and Song Sijin gently helped him lie on his side on the bed.

Duan Lingyao was injured on the back and in front of his body, lying in many positions was uncomfortable, sometimes he would slip into Song Sijin's arms unconsciously, and would not move for a long time after falling asleep, Song Sijin half hugged and half supported him, After half a day, my limbs will be numb.

Now that Duan Lingyao was at peace, Song Sijin got out of bed cautiously, when there was a knock on the door, Xin Yi ordered someone to bring hot water in.

Afraid of disturbing Duan Lingyao, Xin Yi lowered his voice: "Young Master Song, wash up quickly, or the young master will make trouble again soon."

"Okay, thank you." Song Sijin realized that his voice was hoarse when he was speaking. He was so worried when he hugged Duan Lingyao that he didn't even notice that he was thirsty.

Ever since Duan Lingyao fell into a coma, several servants of the Xin generation began to alienate Song Sijin. Although Duan Lingyao loved him, it was because of him that he became the current state of unknown life and death.

Song Sijin expressed his understanding. In fact, they were already very polite, and they didn't make things difficult or sarcasm, but they didn't talk to him very much.

So he thought, Xin Yi should leave directly.

But Xin Yi didn't leave, but poured him a glass of water: "It's Xiao's turn to be on duty, Mr. Song, don't be nervous."

In the past, Duan Lingyao didn't like to let other people block their eyes in the room, but the old lady was worried that Song Sijin and Duan Lingyao would be alone, so there must be a third person guarding the room, and now it's Xin Yi's turn.

Song Sijin smiled awkwardly, and hid behind the screen to take a bath. After a while, the patient lying on the bed began to groan in pain. Song Sijin didn't care about scrubbing patiently, put on his clothes and hurried over to take care of him.

Seeing that the worry on Song Sijin's face didn't look fake, Xin Yi couldn't help asking: "Young Master Song, the young master has a good fortune, and I believe that the young master will be able to overcome this difficulty. When he wakes up, Would you like to have a good time with him?"

Song Sijin held the handkerchief and gently wiped the fine sweat from Duan Lingyao's forehead. He was silent for a long time, and said, "I am willing to let the prince handle it, but I am not suitable for the prince."

Xin Yi said: "Even if it's inappropriate, you shouldn't do such a thing." Song Sijin will definitely be blamed for this stupidity, as long as he does it, he will pay the price no matter if he succeeds or not.

Xin Yi really couldn't figure out how Song Sijin would do such a stupid thing.

Song Sijin's grip on the handkerchief was getting tighter and tighter. Things had developed to this point, and many things were messed up. He couldn't leave the palace, and he couldn't be sure of Yan Xuehui's thoughts: "Xin Yi, I know you won't Believe me, but I really never thought of poisoning the young man. I was afraid of him, and I said I hated him many times, but I really burned the letter."

Song Sijin has been isolated and helpless for too long, no one can confide in him, and no one can help him with ideas. Maybe at this moment, he can't find a way out anyway, so he wants to say everything.

Anyway, he had already confessed to Duan Lingyao before, but suddenly being disturbed by Da Zhuang, Duan Lingyao no longer believed him.

It's strange to say that the old lady didn't interrogate him for more things related to the assassination incident, maybe she has already determined that this incident was done by the fourth prince.

Xin Yi hissed: "Things happened too much that day and changed too quickly, it is indeed inevitable that there will be misunderstandings. Mr. Song, if you are willing, can you tell me the truth? The young master is now like this, and we can only share his worries from other places."

"it is good."

This matter is complicated to say, he was threatened by Yan Xuehui's family and asked to frame Duan Lingyao, but he did not do it.Yan Xuehui thought deeply and kept Da Zhuang as a backup to prevent Song Sijin from failing, but Da Zhuang couldn't do such a thing, and people's hearts were unpredictable, and finally became like this inexplicably.

After listening, Xin Yi's expression changed several times, not knowing whether to believe Song Sijin or not.If it's fake, he's pretty good at making it up, and if it's true, he's unlucky enough.

"Mr. Song, according to what you mean, Yan Xuehui arranged someone to watch beside Lingtang?"

"That's what he told me." Song Sijin said in a low voice, "I don't know what's going on now."

Duan Lingyao's expression was so sincere and touching that day, and he saw that there was a conspiracy surrounding him, so Song Sijin decided to take a risk and trust him once. He also trusted himself and promised to help save people.But no one expected that the initially established trust would soon be tested by the storm, and it was so fragile that it couldn't sustain it at all.

Then Duan Lingyao fainted, Song Sijin was imprisoned, and no one answered Song Sijin's request, making him extremely passive.

His mission failed, Da Zhuang's mission did not know whether it was a failure, and the charge of plotting rebellion became that the young father-in-law was seriously injured by the assassin sent by the fourth prince... Such a bizarre change, I don't know whether Yan Xuehui is satisfied or not.

Song Sijin's voice was hoarse: "I'm worried."

Xin Yi thought about it, and said: "It's better to arrange for someone to go to Song Mansion to have a look."

Song Sijin was stunned for a moment: "Is it possible?"

He thought that Xin Yi would not believe him at all, let alone help him find out about his mother.

Xin Yi said pointedly: "I hope the young master will be happy. How to deal with this matter will have to wait for the young master to wake up to decide. Before that, the young one only knows that the young master cares about you."

"Thank you, thank you!" Song Sijin murmured, "But Yan Xuehui said that if anyone wants to save my mother, they will attack her."

"Small one understands, ask someone to confirm the safety of Ling Tang first, and the rest will be determined later."

Xin Yi's work efficiency was very fast, and that night, someone sent back the news that no trace of Fan Wumei was found in the Song Mansion.

This seemed to represent a bad signal, Xin Yi said with some embarrassment: "Yan Xue must have gone back to that guy to hide him."

Song Sijin sat on the edge of the bed silently, hiding his hands under his sleeves: "Is there any other way?"

Xin Yi said: "The little one will ask people to continue searching in the city, Mr. Song, don't worry."

"sorry to bother you."

While Xin Yi was changing shifts with others, Song Sijin quietly opened an ordinary-looking and inconspicuous purse. It was thrown in when he was going to the window to get some air just now.

The man ran very fast, and Song Sijin didn't see who it was, but he could probably guess who passed it on to him.

There is a note in the purse, which says: Everything is done by the fourth prince, so that the hall can be safe and sound.Also, speak softly so that I can hear you.

Other than that, there was nothing else in the purse, but Song Sijin tremblingly opened the purse, and sure enough, he saw an embroidered pattern of the word "Jin" inside.

He bit his lip tightly, not letting himself cry.This purse was sewed for him by his mother, who was illiterate and worried that he would be too clumsy to lose things, so she specifically asked Chu Yunxi how to write the word "Jin", and then embroidered them on those small things according to the gourd's drawing.

When he saw the purse, he felt that the embroidery was familiar, and after finding out the word, he was even more sure that this was what his mother made for him.

Great, mother is still safe.

Song Sijin pinched himself, quickly burned the note, and hung the purse on his waist.

The meaning in Mr. Yan's words seemed to know that he had confessed, but he still said that, and he didn't know why.

When it was Xin Yi's turn to be on duty again, Song Sijin deliberately pulled him over, and asked in a low voice: "The little prince was assassinated, what is the government going to do, do you want to report to the officials? Did others believe what I said earlier?"

Xin Yi let out a long sigh: "Young Master Song, don't inquire about it for now, in fact, the old lady knows it well."

Song Sijin still didn't know what he meant: "Then, do I need to testify in court?"

Xin Yi couldn't bear to glance at Duan Lingyao who was lying on the bed: "Young Master Song, the old lady is the aunt of the Holy Majesty, the old Duke should be a consort with no real power, and the old lady has promised the Holy Majesty that she will never intervene in the struggle for the throne. Do you understand what that means?"

"I don't understand." Of course Song Sijin didn't understand, even though his intuition made him flinch.

Xin Yi hesitated to speak: "It means that the old lady only wants to save the young master's life, and the rest can be released later, and the Holy Majesty has already made a decision. He got angry yesterday and ordered the fourth prince to be grounded for a year, and then fell ill again. This matter is almost a certainty. The government of Xinguo can no longer pursue it, and the rest will have to wait for the young master to wake up."

Song Sijin was surprised and said, "If the old lady knew the truth, why didn't she tell Her Majesty?"

Xin Yi hesitated for a while, and smiled bitterly: "Do you really think that that person doesn't know?"

Song Sijin sat down in a daze, he seemed to understand something, if the prince is really not favored, how could he be the prince all the time.That's right, although it is not clearly stated in the original book, Yan Xuehui often persuades Qin Youshan to say: All these are the tempering of you by the Holy One.

"But I heard that the young master grew up in the palace, and His Majesty treated him very well."

"Then you must also know that the reason why the young master entered the palace is because the Qin Tianjian ordered his life hard."

As Xin Yi was talking, he suddenly realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly made amends: "The little one is just talking casually. If you are curious, you can ask the young master yourself when he wakes up."

Song Sijin was in a complicated mood. Looking at Duan Lingyao lying on the bed, he couldn't tell what it was like for a while, but suddenly realized that there were times when Duan Lingyao, a rampant and flamboyant devil king, couldn't do whatever he wanted.

He gently closed Duan Lingyao's eyes, lay down beside him, and relaxed for a while, this time Yan Xuehui's request finally won't embarrass him, as long as he doesn't talk too much.

As for what will happen next, we have to wait for Duan Lingyao to wake up to decide.

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In the middle of the night, Song Sijin woke up with a sense of suffocation. He opened his eyes in pain, and suddenly found that he was indeed being strangled by someone.

Duan Lingyao didn't know when he woke up, sitting on him and strangling him tightly, his eyes were half-opened, cloudy and distracted, he was sweating profusely, and his lips trembled bloodlessly.

"Go to hell... all of you! You want to kill me too... just dreaming, a bunch of trash!"

Song Sijin grasped his wrist subconsciously, looked at him with a blushing face, his throat was tightly strangled, and it was very difficult to teach him to speak: "Duan Lingyao, yes, it's me..."

His voice came into Duan Lingyao's ears with difficulty, and the unconscious young man froze for a moment, then trembled more and more, he suddenly let go of the hand that was pinching Song Sijin's neck, and shouted in panic: "Brother Jin, are you here?" Why, why can't I find you? Brother Jin! Song Sijin—ah!"

The sharp struggle caused Duan Lingyao to pull the wound again, and he fell on the bed, clenching his teeth tightly, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

Song Sijin clutched his throat and coughed violently, managed to calm down, and hurriedly checked Duan Lingyao's wound.

Xin Qing, who was dozing off, was awakened at the same time, and hurried over to help.

Duan Lingyao shrank back into the bed, and shouted as if crying, "Go away! Where is Song Sijin, where is he?"

Song Sijin grabbed his hand and approached to coax him: "I'm here, I didn't leave."

After the excitement, Duan Lingyao's strength quickly drained, he followed Song Sijin's hand and leaned on him in a daze: "Brother Jin, why can't I see you..."

Song Sijin's heart sank. In order to take care of Duan Lingyao conveniently, they never turned off the lights at night.

However, Duan Lingyao had been unconscious all along, and it was possible that he could not see because of his confusion. Song Sijin held onto his waist and let him get closer to him.

The haggard young man burrowed into Song Sijin's arms in a daze. He couldn't figure out what was going on now, and vaguely remembered that he seemed to have pinched someone just now: "Brother Jin, did I hit you?"

Song Sijin rubbed his neck and comforted: "It's okay, you didn't mean it, I'm not angry."

"I'm sorry, does it hurt..." Duan Lingyao said sorry over and over again, what he never said to others when he was sober, he said it without hesitation when he only had instinct left.

As he spoke, he raised his face to rub against Song Sijin, and even opened his mouth unconsciously, licking Song Sijin's neck again and again with the tip of his wet tongue like a cat.Occasionally moving and touching the wound, he began to cry for brother Jin.

But at least she stabilized, and Xin Qing quietly exited the bed netting, wiping her eyes.

Duan Lingyao panted, like a dry fish seeking water, his eyes that were always round and round in the past slowly opened, closed and opened again: "Brother Jin, am I wrong, why...why don't you like me?" , Am I really bad...Brother Jin, I'm so cold."

Duan Lingyao tonight was in a fragile and pitiful appearance that Song Sijin had never seen before. He asked in a daze, subconsciously ups and downs in pain.

Song Sijin hugged him tighter, and pulled the quilt to cover his legs: "Is it still cold? Go to sleep."

He intentionally avoided Duan Lingyao's question, fearing that if he accidentally stimulated him, his condition would get worse.

But although Duan Lingyao was ignorant, he seemed to understand what he meant. He leaned on Song Sijin's shoulder, tears kept streaming down his face. Song Sijin wanted to wipe it for him, but he grabbed his hand instead.

"you hate me."

"I won't hate you anymore, okay?"

Duan Lingyao said nothing.

"Lingyao?"

Song Sijin called him, and seeing that he didn't speak, he thought that his consciousness had passed out, so he wanted to put him down.

But suddenly Duan Lingyao twitched twice, and threw up a big mouthful of blood when he leaned on his shoulder. The blood was so much that Song Sijin's upper body was almost stained red, as if he wanted to let him go with him.

Song Sijin was terrified by the sudden change. He called out his name and called Xin Qing to help.The newly invited imperial doctor from the mansion has never returned to the palace, and ran over wearing his inner coat when he heard the news.

But Duan Lingyao didn't let others approach him. If someone pressed him forcibly, he would yell shrilly.

"Get out, don't touch me! Brother Jin, they want to kill me, they all want to kill me! What about Song Sijin...Brother Jin, why did you want to kill me..."

Song Sijin held his face, his voice hoarse: "No, Lingyao, it's a misunderstanding, I don't want to kill you."

"really?"

"real."

Duan Lingyao became quieter, the dimples on his cheeks appeared and disappeared, but he still refused to leave Song Sijin's embrace.

There was no other way but to let Song Sijin hold him, and the imperial doctor used this awkward posture to diagnose Duan Lingyao's pulse.

As the examination progressed, the imperial doctor's expression became worse and worse. He used a few needles to relieve Duan Lingyao, and then said, "The poison on Shizi's body has worsened. I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."

In the middle of the night, the old lady was woken up again, and she asked fearfully, "What are you afraid of?"

The imperial doctor withdrew his hands and said after being very tangled: "Forgive me for my incompetence, but the condition will get worse and worse, so hurry up and hire someone else!"

This sound hit my ears, and the old lady almost fainted and fell to the ground. In the chaos, the imperial doctor had to rescue the old lady immediately after seeing the last patient.

Song Sijin was cold all over, and Duan Lingyao was as hot as a small stove. Even so, they could only temporarily relieve each other's pain by embracing each other.

"What's wrong with me... Am I going to get better?"

Song Sijin hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, it will be fine, you will live for a long, long time..."

He shouldn't be sick like this, he should have caused a lot of trouble for Yan Xuehui and Qin Youshan, and then rebelled with the third prince alive and forced the palace - even if the original book is interrupted here, even if Duan Lingyao died in the palace change, he can still live For several months.

Sensing Song Sijin's nervousness, Duan Lingyao suddenly trembled slightly. Song Sijin listened carefully, and suddenly found that he was actually smiling.

Duan Lingyao's body was dyed with a strange and gorgeous red, even though he was extremely weak at this time, he was still as delicate as a peach blossom when he smiled: "Brother Jin, if I die, will you like me?"

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and Song Sijin couldn't speak.

Duan Lingyao's laughter became more and more sad: "Just a little, just a little... You still have a heart if you don't believe me."

"I believe it!" Song Sijin blurted out.

In the past, he always doubted Duan Lingyao's sincerity towards him, but he could not fake it subconsciously. He still didn't quite understand why Duan Lingyao kept bullying him, but maybe people are really different, maybe Duan Lingyao is this kind of person.It seems even more pathetic to say this, even when he really likes someone so badly, Duan Lingyao is probably hopeless.

Although Song Sijin still couldn't accept being with Duan Lingyao, and he couldn't flatter him for the rest of his life, but he could assure him that he would never doubt his sincerity again.

"When you get better, I promise I won't quarrel with you again." Anyway, my temper is still the same, at worst, I will ignore Duan Lingyao as before, and leave when I have a chance.

I don't know if Duan Lingyao listened to this sentence, or he was too weak to speak, in short, he fell into a heart-wrenching silence, nestling softly in Song Sijin's arms like a faint.

Song Sijin carefully helped him adjust a comfortable posture, touched his wrist, and was surprised that he had only been ill for a few days, and he was losing weight at an extremely fast speed.

After finally resuscitating the old lady, the imperial doctor left with a sigh.

The old lady was leaning on the soft chair with a vicissitudes of life: "What about Axue, her son is so sick, she is a mother, and she doesn't even take a look? Call her here, right now!"

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-2423:49:29-2022-08-2621:05:42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 landmine: Shameless Xiaolongbao, 1 Sadako Bai;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of momo; 8 bottles of la la la; 6 bottles of intelligent;

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