After being dedicated to the villain

One autumn rain and one cool, when the rain continues, the night seems to be elongated, I don’t know when it is in the chaos, I just want to sink in the warm embrace.

The door was scratched suddenly, creaked open, and the fat cat with smooth fur and smooth fur rushed in with a gust of damp cold wind.

The thin person who stayed alone all night sniffed the strange and charming smell in the air with dissatisfaction. It was very clever and found its goal in the pile of books scattered on the ground behind the bookshelf.

The cool and thin person got into the warm clothes, halfway through, was thrown out by the back of the neck by a beautiful hand with well-defined knuckles.

The pile of clothes moved, the thick cloak slid down, the long hair was disheveled, the beauty ditch and the white and moving hills flashed past, Song Sijin propped himself up, and sat there dumbfounded.

A fluffy head rubbed against his smooth shoulders, the soft face was extremely tactile, Duan Lingyao was full of satisfaction, and relaxed against his brother Jin as if boneless.

"Meow--"

Thin skinny continued to drill unwillingly, but this time, his soft-hearted master stretched out his hand to catch it.

"What time is it?"

"do not know."

"Too bad, it seems to be dawn."

Song Sijin hurriedly dressed and got up, casually pulled his hair and went out.

Xin Yi squatted under the wide eaves at the entrance of the courtyard. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned his head and showed a festive smile: "Oh, Mr. Song, you and the young master finally woke up. Wait a moment, the little one will go to prepare meals."

Song Sijin blushed slightly: "Is there enough time?"

Duan Lingyao leaned against the door frame in a baggy coat, yawning lazily: "There is no rush."

Song Sijin shook his head, he didn't come back to the courtyard all night, mother and Mai Miao should be anxious.

But it's not enough to just run back like this, and a discerning person will find the clues at a glance.

Song Sijin became a little confused when he was in a hurry. He wanted to wash up, but found that the clothes on his body had to be changed, but before going back to get the clothes, he had to tidy himself up first...

Duan Lingyao hugged his waist from behind with a smile, and did not let go. His sharp fangs kept brushing against Song Sijin's earlobe, and warmth came from behind: "What's the hurry, you helped me pack my things last night , I’m too tired, what’s wrong with just resting here? Just ask someone to talk about it.”

"Oh, yes."

Only then did Song Sijin relax.

They delayed their work in the study room last night, but when they woke up, everything else was tidied up. Fortunately, the important things were boxed and arranged immediately, and the remaining books and treasures could be tidied up slowly.

After dinner and the carriage was ready, Duan Lingyao insisted on sending Song Sijin out of Beijing.

He allowed him to stay - but also with the old lady and the others, not in the Duke's mansion.In this way, even if the operation fails at that time, Song Sijin still has hope to escape.

Song Sijin didn't refuse this time. He had the experience of being caught and threatened Duan Lingyao, so he naturally didn't want to experience it again.The old lady and the others are just temporarily avoiding the limelight, and will not be too far away from the capital. If something happens, the two sides still have time to contact.

Before setting off, she suddenly learned that her son was not with her, so Fan Wumei fidgeted restlessly with her sleeves.

Song Sijin closed the courtyard door, and told Fan Wumei and Mai Miao the seriousness of the matter. He didn't dare to reveal Duan Lingyao's plan to rebel easily, and only said that he would send them to a distant place first.

"What's going on?"

"Duan Lingyao is in danger, I have to stay with him." Song Sijin lowered his head in shame, "Mother, the child is unfilial, and I will make you worry again."

"The son has helped us so much, he is in danger, of course you have to help him." Fan Wumei called Mai Miao into the house to check again and saluted, and said hesitantly, "But son, mother is worried about you...you tell me the truth Mother said, if you want to stay, is it voluntary?"

Song Sijin was stunned for a moment: "Why do you ask such a question?"

Fan Wumei hesitated to speak, thinking about how long it would be until the next meeting, she was cruel, and asked hesitantly: "Are you willing to follow the son? Are you, you, you, are you going to marry him?"

Hearing this suddenly, Song Sijin panicked and subconsciously wanted to explain, but Fan Wumei sighed lightly and said, "You were arguing outside the wall that day, and Mother overheard a little bit."

Fan Wumei was dazed and terrified in her heart, she didn't dare to ask them directly, she could only ponder over whether she had heard it wrong.

It wasn't until she came to the Duke's Mansion that Fan Wumei overheard the servants chatting, and went up to inquire carefully, only then did she know what Song Sijin had experienced during the days when she and Mai Miao were under guard.

I only thought that my son was going to marry a rich and powerful family in the capital, but I didn't know that the other party was so rich and powerful that he had reached the level of the Duke's mansion!I just thought it was the son who couldn't climb up to the daughter of this kind of family, but I didn't know that the one who wanted to marry was a man at all!

That's right, my son knows it himself, and for no reason, why did he become friends with the eldest son of the Duke's family?Still such a good friend.

When Fan Wumei heard that Song Sijin intended to elope with others, and even stabbed Duan Lingyao, she didn't want to be nice to him, so she became more confused and worried about the relationship between the two.

Song Sijin stammered, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to move.

Seeing him like this, Fan Wumei asked: "You tell mother first, did you do it voluntarily?"

Song Sijin had a sore nose and almost burst into tears: "Yes, this time I did it voluntarily."

"But mother heard that you didn't want to be with him before."

"In the past, there were... a lot of conflicts between us." Song Sijin lowered his head, not daring to face his mother, "but now the child is voluntary, mother, the child is not filial, and fell in love with a man."

Fan Wumei was really worried: "Is it really forced?"

Song Sijin shook his head: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to make you entertain your grandchildren like ordinary grandmothers in the future."

It is indeed difficult for Fan Wumei to accept that men live with men, but during this period of time, she has been observing and listening, and she has discovered that the world is vast, and there are indeed too many things that she has never seen before.

Fan Wumei let out a long sigh: "Apologize for what, you are a willing mother, so don't worry, don't you know, mother doesn't want you to be famous in this life, she just wants you to be safe and happy. Men and men... How do you live like this, mother? Not too sure, but Niang knows one thing."

Song Sijin wiped his blurred eyes and looked up at Fan Wumei.

Fan Wumei pursed her lips and smiled: "Every time you want to see your son, you are very happy."

Song Sijin laughed through his tears, Gao Xuan's heart finally let go, thinking that although he came to this world there were many bad times, but at least with his mother around, he would not regret it.

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The huge Grand Duke suddenly became empty, and Duan Lingyao tossed and turned holding Song Sijin's clothes, unable to sleep peacefully.

He habitually went to the study to look for his two little dolls. The box was still in the same place. After opening it, Duan Lingyao was shocked.

Why is there only one of his little wooden figures left?

"Xinyi! Has anyone moved my box?"

Xin Yi hurried over to report: "Report, young master, Mr. Song moved yesterday."

Duan Lingyao, who was about to get angry, died down instantly: "Forget it, you go out first."

After closing the door of the study, Duan Lingyao took out the remaining little wooden figure of Song Sijin, bowed his head and kissed it cherishingly.

For a long time in the past, this was his repertoire to comfort himself late at night. He would use each hand to touch the little wooden figurine childishly.

The little wooden man would not say that he hated him, would not resist his approach, and would not reject all his requests, so he changed them into wedding clothes and pretended that Duan Lingyao and Song Sijin were married.

Now that they are really in love, Duan Lingyao doesn't need to lie to himself anymore, he just feels as wonderful as a dream.

Looking at the little wooden man who replaced Song Sijin by his side, Duan Lingyao became more and more determined in his heart. He must win and live. Only in this way can the two little wooden men be reunited!

Coincidentally, when Duan Lingyao was playing with the little wooden figure, Song Sijin was also staring at the little wooden figure with a big head and a thin neck.

Tell me about you, how come you are an unlucky villain, the kind who is stubborn with the protagonist.

Song Sijin was thinking hard about how to help Duan Lingyao, but the plot of this book was interrupted by the rebellion between Qin Duchuan and Duan Lingyao.

The two villains led troops to force the palace, and the protagonist Gong Shou led troops to support them. The two sides were fighting in full swing, and then they disappeared.

The more details, the more difficult it is to recall. Song Sijin thought over and over again, thinking about the actions and arrangements of the protagonist, and the personnel and strength of the villain...

Have no idea!

It was as if there was a layer of shackles, tightly covering his consciousness, and whenever he wanted to touch something deeper, he would be ejected mercilessly.

Why did this happen, why didn't he think of it, did God insist on stopping him from helping Duan Lingyao?

Song Sijin rolled back and forth on the bed, his breathing became more and more rapid, and an impatient anger burned more and more vigorously in his heart. He felt that his head had become a paste, and he was dazed and confused.

Song Sijin couldn't bear it anymore, and slammed into the wall all at once.

Boom!

There was a jerk in the head, numbness ran through the whole body at first, and then there were bursts of severe pain.

Tick, tick... Song Sijin raised his hand to cover his nose, a stream of blood flowed from between his fingers, but he showed a happy expression.

I remembered!

The severe pain was like a heavy hammer, which shattered the frosted glass shell imposed on his brain, allowing him to clearly see the thread of fate formed by the intertwining of countless lives.

Having said that, when is Duan Lingyao planning to do it?

Forget it, forget it.

Song Sijin covered his nose, hurriedly sat down at the desk, spread out the paper and ink, and quickly wrote down one message after another.

Tick.

After finishing writing, Song Sijin was dizzy, looked down and found that the letter paper was covered with blurred bloodstains.

Phew... I have a headache, I can't sleep because of the pain.

Song Sijin washed his face, then put on his coat and walked into the courtyard, the grass and trees were all withered and yellow, except for the crescent moon in the sky, there was really nothing to admire.

They left the capital in a low-key manner. Although they didn't know who Duan Lingyao had told them to, in the past few days, it was obvious that everyone was not in a good state.

The old lady was tired and sick, and every time she looked in the direction of Yaojing, her face was full of disappointment.

The Duke's wife was gloomy and withdrawn as always, she just stayed in the room all day, refusing to talk to others.

On the contrary, the young lady, who is busy taking care of the two children, rarely shows any worry.

So when Song Sijin saw the young lady sitting in the courtyard to breathe, Song Sijin was slightly surprised.

"Why did Mr. Song come out?" The woman sitting in the porch turned her head and smiled, "Do you have something on your mind?"

Song Sijin nodded: "Excuse me, I want someone to deliver a letter to Lingyao."

The young lady was very gentle: "Are you worried about the third brother?"

"Yes."

"The third brother, Jiren, has his own aura, so nothing will happen."

I don't know what kind of existence Duan Lingyao is to the young lady, but now everyone in the Duke's mansion is a grasshopper on a rope, presumably she also hopes from the bottom of her heart for Duan Lingyao's success.

Suddenly Song Sijin was curious: "Has Lingyao told others what he is going to do?"

The eldest young lady looked at him with a smile: "Even if you don't say it, everyone won't know. He has always been close to the third highness. The third highness is not a thing in the pool, so how can he be willing to be subordinate to others? But Mr. Song has never entered As an official, I don't understand the structure of the court and China, and I'm not in Beijing now, so why worry in vain."

Song Sijin didn't know whether to praise her for her sharpness, or to be ashamed of her clumsiness: "Actually, I suddenly thought of three people. They are very likely to appear in the palace. If we can restrain them, it may be useful to Lingyao."

The eldest young lady was a little surprised. In her eyes, Song Sijin was just an ordinary person with no power and influence. Apart from being able to comfort Duan Lingyao in private, there was actually nothing he could do.

But he seemed very stubborn, and the young lady couldn't help wondering how he could help Duan Lingyao.

"Who are they?"

Song Sijin said: "One surnamed Sun, tall and tall, likes to use two big axes. The other is a gentle middle-aged man with a beard. He looks like a Taoist priest. He has a red mole between his eyebrows. He has prepared a lot of gunpowder in private. There is also a surnamed Qiu, tall and slender, very skilled and good at using soldiers, he is loyal to His Royal Highness, and can fight Lingyao evenly."

The eldest young lady said: "The first person you mentioned should be General Sun Qian. He is currently in the southwest and will not be back until the end of the year. The second person should be the head of the Qintian Supervisor, but I haven't heard who he is with. The prince has never been close, and he wants to arrange gunpowder in the palace, so there must be a lot of noise, but if what you said is true, he is indeed a big problem. As for the third person, this surname is rare, if I remember correctly , is the warlord outside the city, good at bow and arrow, if it refers to this aspect, it is indeed expected to draw a tie with the third brother."

Unexpectedly, the eldest and young lady knew all of these people that Song Sijin could not remember!

The author says:

感谢在2022-10-0423:39:39-2022-10-0711:46:08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: 1 wooden monk;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: there are 27 bottles of Gua on the east bank; 5 bottles of Er and Basha in my opinion;

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