After being dedicated to the villain

When Song Sijin brought the breakfast, Duan Lingyao had already changed into new clothes, which were still bright red.

He accidentally provoked him, but when he handed the job to Duan Lingyao, he overturned it inexplicably.

The hot porridge spilled all over the floor, burning Duan Lingyao's fingers red.

Song Sijin held his breath and was at a loss, knowing that it was Duan Lingyao's failure to connect firmly, but he didn't dare to attribute the fault to the other party.

Duan Lingyao raised his finger and blew: "Forget it, Brother Song will make it up to me later, let's sit down and eat first."

"okay."

Sitting down nervously, Song Sijin pursed his lips and smiled flatteringly at him.

Having problems again and again, Song Sijin was very annoyed, and he remembered Master Song's advice to him, to be obedient, to be well-behaved, and to take the initiative to please the other party.

He didn't really want to please Duan Lingyao for Master Song's purpose, but he had to work harder just for his own life.

Ingratiating others is Song Sijin's weakness. He tried his best to recall the teachings of the red lady, and got rid of some repulsive content. The rest is undoubtedly saying good things, giving gifts, and helping with errands.

Song Sijin tentatively said softly, "You are so kind."

Duan Lingyao: "??"

Song Sijin bowed his head to eat silently, not daring to speak any more.

But no matter how much he scribbled, Song Sijin was forced to rack his brains to find a way to play with him when the meal was finished.

"What does Second Brother Song usually like to play?" Duan Lingyao asked abruptly.

"Pick out the bird's eggs." Song Sijin replied subconsciously.

Duan Lingyao's face suddenly became a little weird: "I can't tell, your preferences are quite lively."

Song Sijin squeezed out a little smile, not saying it was because he was too hungry when he was a child.It was still raining outside now, and the bird eggs would definitely be impossible to dig out, so Song Sijin made a few more suggestions.

Kicking the shuttlecock, making clay figurines, eagles catching chickens...

"No, no interest, not enough people..."

Duan Lingyao held her chin and smiled more and more teasingly.

Song Sijin suspected that he was laughing at himself, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "Why don't I continue to read to you, I only read Chapter 1 yesterday."

He used to like to go to the village to listen to the old master telling stories. Stories are the carrier of extending the spiritual world.

Duan Lingyao readily agreed this time, found the book and told Song Sijin to continue reading it.

At the beginning, he read very calmly, but at the end of the reading, his forehead began to sweat: "The scholar seemed to be crying and begging, and shouted repeatedly: "Little enemy...slow, slow down, brother is going to die. You, you That……"

Duan Lingyao urged on purpose: "Second Brother Song, why is this scholar stuttering? What did he say later? Read it quickly."

Song Sijin almost tore the pages of the book, but couldn't read it, and looked at Duan Lingyao begging for mercy: "Shall we stop reading?"

"No, you said you wanted to read to me."

When Duan Lingyao said this, the corners of Duan Lingyao's lips were raised high, with an unconcealable viciousness and oppression.His appearance was already gorgeous, but when he smiled wantonly, his beauty was even more compelling, and he had an overwhelming power.

Song Sijin couldn't help but lower his voice: "Change the book, young master, and read the new one for you."

In the clear morning light, Duan Lingyao smiled like a man-eating flower: "No."

Song Sijin bit his lip, showing a mark from shallow to deep, but he didn't know that the weaker he was, the more he would be bullied.

Duan Lingyao said maliciously: "Second Brother Song's attitude is not sincere at all. Could it be that you don't like to play with me?"

Song Sijin almost tore the book off, clutching it tightly to explain that he didn't have it.

"Then continue reading."

"it is good."

Song Sijin lowered his head, accepted his fate, and continued to read to Duan Lingyao, his voice getting smaller and smaller, like a mosquito calling.

Even so, Duan Lingyao still refused to let him go: "Second brother Song, what do you mean by evil roots?"

"do not know."

"Second brother Song, do you think the scholar likes his groom brother or not? Why did he just say no yesterday and let him into the house again at night."

"I do not know."

"Second Brother Song, why did he shyly kiss his relatives just because Zhang Daguan has a licensed donkey?"

"I really do not know."

"Second Brother Song, your face is so red!" Duan Lingyao leaned forward and raised his hand to touch Song Sijin's forehead, "You don't have a fever again?"

Seeing that Song Sijin's face was as red as rosy clouds, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, he didn't dare to look directly at others, and he was already defeated by Duan Lingyao's repeated questioning.He subconsciously wanted to avoid Duan Lingyao's hand, but that hand was too fast and touched it all at once.

Song Sijin didn't dare to dodge any more, he felt a slight itching on his face, it turned out that Duan Lingyao's fingertips were lightly touching his eyebrows, eyes and cheeks like a fish playing.

Song Sijin said almost beggingly, "My lord, I really don't know."

Duan Lingyao said firmly: "Lie, you only blush when you know!"

Song Sijin froze, the redness on his face instantly faded to snow white, he didn't know how to respond at all.

The finger that was wantonly doing evil on his face came to Song Sijin's lips, tapped it lightly, rubbing his fingertips, Duan Lingyao suddenly changed his tone, and the tense atmosphere became relaxed again: "What are you afraid of, it's just a joke, Brother Song's lips are all white, it really hurts to see it."

Whether it was a joke or a tease, Song Sijin couldn't tell the difference.

Duan Lingyao withdrew his hand, and smiled, imitating the lines in the book: "Good brother, you are tired, my brother will pour you a glass of water to moisten your throat."

He poured Song Sijin a cup of jasmine tea, Song Sijin took it with shaking hands, drank it in one gulp, turned his head to look at the scene outside, it was already noon.

It turned out that he read it too slowly and stuttered, and the time passed by like this.

Duan Lingyao suddenly made things difficult again: "Second Brother Song, you said that they were crying and laughing in the book, as if they were having a good time, why don't we learn how they play this game?"

Song Sijin closed the book and pressed it tightly on the table, even if he regretted the option of studying, it was already too late.

but.

"You have to be with someone you like." He said in vain.

"Second Brother Song doesn't like me?"

"like."

Duan Lingyao's smile deepened, like a gorgeous and poisonous flower, his slender index finger and middle finger tapped on the table alternately.

Da-da, da-da.

Song Sijin was completely silent, no longer tried to struggle, and couldn't say anything flattering.

Suddenly my stomach growled.

This sound broke the silence, and Duan Lingyao seemed to finally remember the current time: "Hey, it's already noon, Second Brother Song should be tired from studying all morning, let's go down to eat first."

The death date was postponed, Song Sijin looked up happily: "Then I'm going down first?"

Duan Lingyao smiled and waved: "Remember to come back, our game is not over yet."

Song Sijin: "..."

When Song Sijin was leaving, he accidentally knocked the story book on the ground. After picking it up, he hesitated for a while, and said bravely that he would take it back to study.After leaving the Qixia Courtyard, he quickly slipped into the kitchen and stuffed the scriptures into the stove.

Seeing the storybook being devoured bit by bit by the flames, Song Sijin bit his nails, thinking, this is too much.

……

The rain is not so heavy, and the fine rain is very comfortable on the body.

Song Sijin lingered outside Qixia courtyard, hesitated for a long time but didn't have the courage to go in.

He used the excuse of eating and taking a nap, and dragged it off till mid-afternoon. Duan Lingyao didn't ask anyone to come to him, so he pretended that he hadn't woken up yet.

Just as he was hesitating, the deserted Beppu suddenly became lively. Several people were approaching here. Song Sijin subconsciously hid in a corner. After everyone had entered the Qixia courtyard, he quietly walked behind the flower window to steal look.

The person who came was an unfamiliar face, dressed like a guard, but more exquisite than ordinary guards.

His complexion was dark and handsome, he was tall, his expression was a little cold, and he was unsmiling. Standing like this, he exuded a majesty that could not be ignored.

He stood in front of the door of the master bedroom, without saluting, he said: "My lord, Zhao Xiaozhi, the last general, is ordered by the Holy Majesty to escort you to and from this trip, please don't be willful next time, and don't leave the army again."

Duan Lingyao nestled lazily in the large chair, with his legs arrogantly resting on the table, and taunted him unceremoniously: "I'm too slow to blame the young master? Xin Yi, tell me what it's called."

Xin Yi: "Powerless, incompetent, old and yellow, and the oriole waits for the cicada!"

Duan Lingyao: "Hahaha well said."

Xin Yi proudly puffed out his chest.

Zhao Xiaozhi took a deep breath, and said: "I am ordered by the Holy Lord to protect the safety of the young man personally, and I ask the young man to make arrangements. I will lead people to live here."

Duan Lingyao yelled exaggeratedly: "Ah, what? Does the dignified General Howling Tiger want to live with me even if he doesn't want his own innocence? Or are you just waiting to sacrifice yourself?"

Zhao Xiaozhi gritted his teeth: "Young master, be careful with your words!"

From Song Sijin's perspective, he could clearly see Zhao Xiaozhi clenched his hands tightly behind his back, as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

Song Sijin was puzzled, why hasn't Duan Lingyao been beaten yet?

Duan Lingyao and Zhao Xiaozhi quarreled a few more times, and the Holy Majesty ordered to suppress them. Even though he was reluctant, Duan Lingyao agreed to let Zhao Xiaozhi live in Befu.

But only himself, the rest are not allowed to enter.

When Zhao Xiaozhi left Qixia Courtyard, his footsteps were as heavy as if he wanted to kick Duan Lingyao over.

Duan Lingyao and his henchmen were under the eaves, looking at Zhao Xiaozhi's back and laughing, Song Sijin felt a little pitiful for this man.

He quietly hid in the corner again, ready to go in after Zhao Xiaozhi left to see the situation.

As a result, Zhao Xiaozhi walked along the corridor for a while, suddenly turned his head sharply, and drew his sword backhand: "Who's there?!"

The plantain leaves trembled, and large crystal clear water drops fell, and a young man with damp hair and clothes slowly walked out.

Zhao Xiaozhi looked at him coldly for a moment, then withdrew his sword: "Who are you?"

He has seen Duan Lingyao and his henchmen, but he has never seen this person. This person has a weak and harmless aura, and he doesn't look like Duan Lingyao's subordinates at first glance.

Song Sijin replied cooperatively: "I'm here to play with Duan Lingyao."

Zhao Xiaozhi was taken aback for a moment, and asked back, "What's your name?"

"Song Sijin."

"My surname is Song." Zhao Xiaozhi thought for a while, and understood many things.Duan Lingyao came to Changxi Mansion under the pretext of being engaged to the Song family, so he also knew about it.

So there was a little more sympathy in the vigilant and cold eyes.

"You want to go in and see the young master?"

Song Sijin hummed.

Zhao Xiaozhi said: "But you don't seem very happy."

The young man in front of him slowly raised his head and asked hesitantly, "Is it obvious?"

Zhao Xiaozhi nodded: "Song Gongzi, if you don't want to, you don't have to wrong yourself. In addition to receiving the order to escort the young master, I also received the order to watch him and stop messing around."

Song Sijin rubbed the soles of his feet, and the urge to relax rose up for a moment, but was quickly suppressed: "Then you must have worked hard."

Zhao Xiaozhi couldn't help being silent, his hard work was obvious to all, but Zhao Xiaozhi felt a little awkward being cared about by a weak man with no strength to restrain him.

He coughed dryly and said, "This is what I should do. What is Mr. Song planning now?"

Song Sijin hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll wait."

Zhao Xiaozhi bowed his hands to him: "Let me take my leave first, and see you later."

After Zhao Xiaozhi left, Song Sijin lingered at the Moon Gate outside Qixia Courtyard for a long time before he plucked up the courage to go in, but he was stopped after a few steps, saying that Duan Lingyao was in a bad mood and didn't want to see people.

Song Sijin trotted back to his residence holding back his happiness, saw Da Zhuang looking up at him, and explained: "Young master is in a bad mood, he doesn't see anyone."

He ran back to the house, and after a while, poked his head out to explain: "It's nothing to do with me, it's someone else who provoked him."

Da Zhuang silently looked at him and nodded.

Da Zhuang is tall and mighty, usually silent, unlike Sanxi who will try every means to promote Song Sijin's cause of seduction, but he is also instigated by Master Song and has the heavy responsibility of monitoring Song Sijin.

The author says:

This is the first time I write a cp of this type, I am shy. Of course, everyone knows that this is Jinjiang, so it is impossible for Gong to be as vicious as the second brother heard.

感谢在2022-07-0315:59:01-2022-07-0414:52:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: ginger soup, holowin 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I want to drink 13 bottles of Coke;

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