After being dedicated to the villain

Falling on the bluestone slab was painful, so hard, so cold, and it was raining, and the clothes and hair all over the body were wet. Not only did the body hurt, but the heart was even more uncomfortable.

Still being oppressed, so many people deal with one, there is no reason and no justice, how can I resist, this kind of powerlessness is the most desperate.

Song Sijin glanced at Zhao Xiaozhi, and saw that the general who was still well-dressed just now was even more embarrassed than himself when his clothes were disheveled and wet.

He began to suffer.

Without much strength, his hands touched Duan Lingyao's sleeve softly, then submissively and silently knelt down next to Duan Lingyao's leg.

Song Sijin bowed his head, his long hair fell from his shoulders, and his shoulders and back were in a respectful gesture.

"What does this mean?" Duan Lingyao crossed his arms and looked at him from top to bottom, only seeing his black hair and those pale hands.

Those hands grasped Duan Lingyao's gorgeous clothes, not daring to use force, trembling slightly, the fingers curled up as if they were about to withdraw quickly at any time.

Song Sijin said in a low voice: "Young master, it's not good to kill people."

Duan Lingyao was amused by him, he laughed louder and louder, his shoulders were shaking: "So?"

Seeing him laughing, Song Sijin raised his head slowly, with a big ink painting face on his face, and showed a timid, humble and flattering smile to Duan Lingyao.

"Let's choose the first question, and don't play with others, okay? Young master, I choose you, and I will always choose you in the future... I will obey whatever you tell me. The cat is barking, the puppy is barking, I'm going to learn to dance, please..."

I don't know when, Song Sijin's face was flushed with a few wet water marks, and he forgot how hard he was grasping the hem of Duan Lingyao's clothes, so tightly that he almost scratched the valuable brocade.

Song Sijin forced a smile on his face and begged, "I beg you if I can save my life."

He was so scared, so scared that he couldn't hide his weakness at all. He would only choose to use the least threatening and softest side to deal with the condescending superiors.

As everyone knows, the weaker and harmless an animal is, the easier it is to be eaten.

Duan Lingyao stretched out his finger, dipped some ink on his face, and followed it to the corner of his eyes.

Why is the face so dirty and the eyes glistening with water, but it is even brighter?

"It's so pitiful to cry, laugh once, come on, cry again. Cry better, maybe I will agree to you as soon as I am happy."

Song Sijin didn't know how to make crying look good, but he just obeyed his orders, laughing and crying once, and he couldn't be more obedient.

Zhao Xiaozhi was extremely angry when he saw it: "Duan Lingyao, kill me if you have the ability, and wait until you return to Beijing to see how you explain to the Holy Majesty!"

As soon as he heard the Holy Majesty, the darkness in Duan Ling's dazzling eyes became darker, and the hand that rubbed Song Sijin's wet side face became more vigorous.

He was finally willing to give Zhao Xiaozhi a look, beckoning, and a group of attendants grabbed Zhao Xiaozhi and dragged him towards him.

Originally thought this would be enough to insult people, but unexpectedly, Duan Lingyao suddenly stepped on Zhao Xiaozhi's head and crushed it heavily with the sole of his shoe.

Duan Lingyao said enthusiastically: "I just want to know what the consequences will be if you kill one. I guess you will be banned for three months... Hahaha! General Zhao, don't worry, I will come to you in person when the time comes Apologize to your parents in front of the house, and say that you have to work hard for a man, begging me to kill you!"

The man who was humiliated into the mud roared: "You bastard!"

"Swear less." Duan Lingyao raised his hand again.

Xin Yi took out Zhao Xiaozhi's saber, wiped off the rainwater on it with a handkerchief, and handed it to Duan Lingyao respectfully.

This is a good sword, with a cold light, and it can make a long and sweet chant with a light flick.

It should be used to kill rape and eliminate evil, no matter how bad it is, it can also be used to protect people and self-defense. In short, the worst thing is to fall into Duan Lingyao's hands.

Duan Lingyao held the sword, contemptuously and cheerfully: "Other people usually call me inferior to a beast."

He was about to swing his sword to chop down, when his arm was suddenly hugged tightly.

It turned out that Song Sijin straightened up suddenly, shaking like a sieve, but grabbed his arm very hard, "It's all my fault, it's my fault! Don't kill him, please don't..."

"open."

Duan Lingyao's voice became more and more dangerous: "I let you go!"

When he made a loud noise, Song Sijin trembled even more, and his hands loosened all of a sudden.

At this moment, Song Sijin didn't hate his own weakness. He couldn't use his hands, so he used his knees to move between Duan Lingyao and Zhao Xiaozhi.

Still in a weak and submissive posture, Song Sijin murmured: "My lord, let's play other games. Yesterday, I remembered that one yesterday. How about I accompany you? You can play whatever you want..."

The red clothes were damp from the rain, and the color became darker, as if stained with blood.Duan Lingyao raised the corners of his lips, gorgeous and vicious, like honey wrapped in poison: "You must stand in front of him, that's fine. But you have to block well, if you dare to move, I will kill both of you." want!"

After speaking, he raised his sword high and slashed at Song Sijin with all his might.

The sharp blade pierced through the air, making an ear-piercing whistling.

At that moment, Song Sijin's mind went blank, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything, his whole body was like a piece of wood, frozen in place, and even the involuntary shaking of his body was forced to stop.

It's such a pity to die like this, if only I could return to the previous world...

Snapped.

He is not dead.

The cold sword tip turned sideways and patted his face lightly.

"I suddenly felt that it would be a pity to just kill you like this." Duan Lingyao's expression was subtle, eager to try, "You are going to die anyway, why don't you let me have a good time first."

Song Sijin froze, unable to move, unable to speak, his whole body was as cold and white as snow, like a snowman that was about to melt after being splashed with ink.

"You're not happy?" Duan Lingyao forced him to speak.

Song Sijin gritted his teeth and encouraged him to say "good".

So the terrifying demon king was finally satisfied, threw the cold light and iron sword everywhere, kicked Zhao Xiaozhi with his toe, and said sarcastically:

"As for you, General Zhao, Great Hero Zhao, since Second Brother Song is willing to exchange himself, I will save your life first—but watch carefully, how did I bully people under your noses? , I really want to know whether your integrity will save more people or harm more people in the end."

Zhao Xiaozhi was furious, but Duan Lingyao used Song Sijin as an example to intimidate him, so he didn't dare to confront him again.

He clenched his fists tightly and stared angrily, but he didn't dare to say anything.

He was dragged like a dead dog and thrown out of Qixia Courtyard. As soon as the courtyard door was closed, Zhao Xiaozhi staggered to his feet and raised his hand high towards the door.

The courtyard door is not closed, as long as you push hard, you can enter again.

But the hand was still put down.

Zhao Xiaozhi clenched his fists tightly and took several deep breaths to keep himself from being impulsive again.

……

In the courtyard, Song Sijin was pulled up and helped into the wing room.

Kneeling on the bluestone slab for a while, his knees were cold and numb, but he didn't seem to feel anything.

Since being sentenced to death by Duan Lingyao, he has been absent-minded for a long time, and it was not until he was stripped of his clothes that he suddenly regained his senses.

"you?"

A servant said: "Second Young Master Song, my young master ordered you to clean up."

His face was dirty, his body was also wet, and his knees were dirty and covered with grass blades. He really needed to be cleaned up.

Song Sijin pinched his fingers and said softly, "I'll do it myself."

He bears the name of young master, but he has never enjoyed the treatment of young master for a day, and he is not used to it when he has the opportunity.

The attendant did not force him, and brought all the clean hot water, towels and new clothes, and asked Song Sijin to pack it up by himself, but before going out, he seemed to remind him, but actually warned him: "Second Master Song, please don't worry about it." You can't think about it, otherwise your efforts just now will be in vain."

After the man left, Song Sijin soaked himself in hot water.

He closed his eyes, his soul seemed to be drifting away with the water vapor, he was trying to relax, trying to enjoy the last relaxation before death.

-

After Song Sijin cleaned up, he ate a decapitated meal by the way.

Obviously, he was very afraid of death, but after knowing that the ending had been decided, Song Sijin actually felt a light and false feeling.

His eyes lingered for a long time on the wet and trembling residual flowers outside the window. There was a beetle nested in the center of the flower, and its back was smooth and colorful, very beautiful.

He ate very full, afraid that if he missed this meal, he would never be able to eat such a delicious meal again.

After eating, Song Sijin began to rummage around.

I didn't find what I wanted, so I knocked on the door and asked the person guarding outside: "Excuse me, can you give me the pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

His request was granted, and it was delivered quickly.

Song Sijin sat at the table and wrote carefully, stroke by stroke. The handwriting was neat and clumsy.

The letter was written to Zhao Xiaozhi.

He has no choice, he only knows this one person who has a good heart and can be regarded as a powerful person.

The content of the letter was very simple. First, he apologized for causing him such humiliation because of his own affairs. Then he asked him to go to the Song family to help him pick up his mother and settle down. Finally, he asked him to take care of a scholar named Chu Yunxi.

While writing, Song Sijin's eyes were slightly red.

He folded the note, touched his body, and found to his annoyance that none of the valuable accessories he wore really belonged to him.

What did he have in return?

After thinking for a moment, he wrote a line of small words on the paper, and carefully presented his favorite treasures to him.

Using another stack of paper to make an envelope, and putting the letter in his pocket, Song Sijin opened the door and asked, "Maybe I go out for a while?"

The guard at the gate politely refused: "Second Master Song, don't embarrass the younger one. The younger master told you to wait, so you can only wait here."

He was a little embarrassed and couldn't think of any other way, so he asked without hope: "Then can you help me deliver the letter to General Zhao?"

This time the attendant agreed simply.

Song Sijin knew that he might not really hand it over, but he could only try to believe it.

The door closed again, Song Sijin continued to wait, and the letter was delivered to Duan Lingyao after a while.

-

Rainy day, poor lighting.

Xin Yi lit a lamp to illuminate Duan Lingyao, and brought some dishes of fruit.

"Master, Second Young Master Song has written a letter and wants to send it out."

When the letter came in, Xin Yi glanced at the beginning, and said cheerfully: "Young master, you are so wise, smart, smart, and the second son of Song really has a problem, so I got in touch with Zhao Xiaozhi."

Duan Lingyao ignored Xin Yi's flattery, and threw away the letter paper while gnawing on the fruit.

Just looking at it, Duan Lingyao frowned, Xin Yi came over curiously, and was quite surprised at a glance: "Is this asking Gu?"

Duan Lingyao didn't say a word, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Sensing that his master was in a bad mood, Xin Yi tactfully shut up.

"When will Simber come back?"

Xin Yi said: "If you hurry, you can come back tonight."

After a moment of silence in the room, Duan Lingyao suddenly asked, "Xin Yi, what do you think of this letter?"

Xin Yi guessed: "Perhaps they want to use this letter to win the sympathy of Zhao Xiaozhi and make him turn against you completely? Or maybe the key lies in what they want to convey, and it is also possible that this is a secret letter that needs to be kept secret." key to unlock it."

Duan Lingyao handed the letter to Xin Yi: "Come on, explain it to me."

Xin Yi: "Haha, it can't be that the second son of the Song Dynasty is really relying on Gu?"

Duan Lingyao didn't refute this time, and tapped a line of small characters on the letter with his fingertips, saying, "I want this, and the identity of this person, let me check it out."

His eyes were squinted, and there was a dangerous beast-like cold light in his cat-like eyes. He could not see the wanton and arrogant evil spirit around him, which became more condensed and more dangerous.

"Yes, young master, when do you plan to see Second Young Master Song?"

"hold on."

-

The rain finally stopped, but the night came.

Perhaps it was because of the cold again, Song Sijin's throat became more and more itchy, and he coughed from time to time, but he didn't have a fever anymore.

At night, someone came to invite him, so Song Sijin walked quietly to the master bedroom.

Going around seems to be back to the first night again. If Song Sijin hadn't fled out of shame at that time, wouldn't he have to face such a situation today?

There are thousands of problems in this world, and there are so many things Song Sijin can't figure out.

He looked at the sky with nostalgia, trying to catch a last glimpse of the bright moon and clouds, but regretfully found that there was no moon tonight, only a few sporadic stars.

Bright candlelight shines through the window paper, and a figure trembles slightly with the candlelight.

Song Sijin took a deep breath, and knocked on the door lightly: "My lord, Song Sijin."

"Enter."

Open the door to enter, turn around and close the door, and isolate him from the outside world with a light sound.

Song Sijin didn't know how he left his hand from the door frame, and also forgot how he dragged his two hairy legs towards Duan Lingyao.

He was sober because he accidentally coughed again. He leaned on the post hanging the curtain, bent down, and coughed unexpectedly.

Covering his mouth and raising his head, he explained in a low voice: "The wind blew earlier, and my throat was a little itchy."

"Really." Duan Lingyao was sitting in front of the table with his legs crossed, wearing an apricot-yellow singlet, his hair seemed to have been washed and was damp, very lazy and airless.

He hooked his fingers to Song Sijin, and Song Sijin obediently walked over.

Song Sijin didn't know whether he, who was sentenced to death, should sit or kneel now, so he simply pretended not to know anything, stood in front of him with his hands tied, and did whatever he ordered.

Duan Lingyao hooked his fingers again, Song Sijin bent down obediently, and sent his face over.

The candlelight illuminated every detail of this face, and when Duan Lingyao poked his fingers over, Song Sijin closed his eyes subconsciously, feeling the slightly cold fingertips touching his eyes.

"It's a good thing I didn't cry and swell, otherwise it wouldn't look good... Open your eyes."

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-0517:06:49-2022-07-0617:29:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Wen 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xuanluo; 3 bottles of ginger soup;

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