After being dedicated to the villain

Chapter 47

Song Sijin didn't talk to Duan Lingyao, and he refused to eat. He lay silently on the bed, and seemed to be asleep at first glance.

For the first day, Duan Lingyao was still angry with him: You ignore me, and I ignore you, let's see who can survive it!

But Song Sijin really didn't care about his body anymore, and let Duan Lingyao deal with it on his own.

The truth that people are iron and rice is steel is vividly reflected at this moment. In just three meals, Song Sijin's ruddy blood paled quickly, and his whole body was haggard and distressing.

Duan Lingyao stood beside him, aggrieved and angry, he reached out to shake Song Sijin: "Get up!"

Song Sijin ignored him.

Duan Lingyao wanted to threaten him again, but suddenly remembered that this move was useless.It must be because he is always reluctant to really do it, that he is so proud of being favored!

Out of a certain instinct, Duan Lingyao found such a reason for himself, he must act according to this reason, otherwise something will be broken.

So he stripped off Song Sijin's clothes, bit and kissed him, but Song Sijin still didn't respond.

Duan Lingyao yelled his name, and covered him with a quilt angrily: "Sleep, sleep, sleep, I don't believe you can sleep forever!"

Huh, I won't be fooled, I pretended to be sick and didn't eat to lie to myself before, as if no one knew about it.

The next day, Song Sijin was still half-dead and decadent.

He didn't even bother to get up to wash himself, he just lay down so dull, occasionally when he was tired from lying down, he turned over and changed his position, but he still ignored Duan Lingyao and refused to eat.

"Do you want to starve yourself to death, thinking that you can escape from my palm? You are dreaming! Even if you die and turn into ashes, you can only put it in a jar and stay by my side!"

When he said this, Duan Lingyao sat by the bed and yelled loudly with a bowl of Song Sijin's favorite porridge with preserved egg and lean meat in his hand.

Song Sijin bowed his back to him and said nothing.

Duan Lingyao stared at his back, his eyes widened, as if this could intimidate others.It's a pity that Song Sijin closed his eyes and couldn't receive his signal.

How can you do it if you don’t eat all the time, your stomach will be starved, and you have managed to raise a little meat, and you won’t be able to lose weight if you are hungry again—Duan Lingyao thought to himself, I don’t feel sorry for a person who doesn’t know what to do, but I just feel sorry for raising it with my own hands of meat.

He put down the porridge bowl, scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, carefully blew it to cool, then forced Song Sijin over, pinched his chin and told him to open his mouth.

The warm porridge is forced into the mouth, and the soft and glutinous rice grains and the delicious shredded preserved egg slide into the mouth together, which is a delicacy that whets the appetite.

But Song Sijin frowned, struggled subconsciously, turned his head and vomited out.

Duan Lingyao was furious, and forced him to continue feeding the porridge. Song Sijin didn't want to, but he didn't want to. During the struggle, he knocked over the porridge bowl. .

The scalding temperature burned the back of his hand red, and Duan Lingyao loosened his grip on the spoon.

Song Sijin pushed him away, and was finally willing to open his eyes to look at him. He just glanced at him, paused for a moment in his hand, and then took it back dully.

He shrank back into the bed, his resistance was palpable.

Duan Lingyao shook his hand, as if he wanted to lose his temper, but held back.He couldn't ignore that look, he always felt that he shouldn't.

Why, why should he look at himself like that!

The boy standing stiffly beside the bed took a deep breath, threw away the spoon, his voice was hoarse, he stretched out his hand to pull Song Sijin: "You are dirty, change your clothes."

The porridge spilled on his hands, on the floor, on the bed, and on Song Sijin's clothes.

As long as he didn't force him to eat anything, Song Sijin would be very quiet. Duan Lingyao helped him change his clothes and asked someone to come in to clean up the house.

Xin Yi saw Duan Lingyao's hot red hand at a glance, and immediately worried: "Master, I will give you some medicine."

Duan Lingyao went out impatiently: "No need."

When he came back at noon, Duan Lingyao was sweating profusely.

Most of the time in May, it is neither cold nor hot, but sometimes it will suddenly heat up, which can catch people off guard and break out in a sweat.

Duan Lingyao sat by the bed holding a watermelon, and said awkwardly, "Don't you like watermelon? I made one for you. Here, this is the earliest batch of watermelon this summer. Ordinary people can't eat it." I will give it to you, I will not steal it from you."

He thought, maybe it was because the weather suddenly became hot, and Song Sijin didn't want to eat because he didn't have an appetite, and if he got something to relieve the heat and appetizer, maybe he would have an appetite.

So he went shopping all over the capital, but couldn't find it, so he troubled his friends, and finally found a big green watermelon in the Third Prince's Mansion.

As soon as he got the means, Lingyao couldn't wait to run back, afraid that others would accidentally damage it, so he hugged them all the way.

But Song Sijin still looked dead.

Duan Lingyao suppressed his anger and said, "Song Sijin, I've been tolerant enough for you, don't toast or eat fine wine!"

Song Sijin lay motionless, without looking at the watermelon.

Duan Lingyao stood up, with a sullen face, and threw the watermelon to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

The dark green rind and the bright red flesh are torn apart, and the fresh melon fragrance fills the room. When you smell it, you know it must be a juicy, sweet and delicious watermelon.

Unfortunately, it was such a waste.

-

The old lady is teasing Shoushou.

This brat ran around the Duke's house, everyone knew that it was the cat raised by the prince, and no one dared to stop it from beating it.

The cat, which was only four or five months old, was just at the time of being naughty. The beast couldn't understand human words, and the playfulness was not serious or serious, and accidentally grabbed the old lady's hand.

Mother Xu hurriedly stepped forward and scolded, trying to throw Shoushou away.

The old lady raised her hand and sighed: "Forget it, what's the point of being angry with a little bastard. Ten Niang, what's the matter with Shizi?"

When Duan Lingyao took people out of the city at night and brought them back, when he resisted them into the Duke's mansion, everyone saw it. The commotion was so vigorous, the old lady naturally knew it too.

Mother Xu said: "I heard that you are still having a fight. Mr. Song refuses to eat, but he is so anxious."

"Oh." The old lady touched her thin head and said, "Call the prince over tonight."

When it was time for dinner, Duan Lingyao walked into the old lady's yard, with her chest up and her head up, she was contented, and she didn't seem to be at odds with anyone.

He ate quietly and quickly, a little absent-minded.

After the meal, the maid brought the fruit plate, and the old lady wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and then asked unhurriedly, "When is your son going to get married?"

Duan Lingyao leaned on the chair and said with a smile, "Grandma is in a hurry to hug her great-grandson? No, grandson can't have children."

He was messing around, but the old lady was not annoyed, she smiled lightly and said: "You just need to know what you want, since you were young, you have never been unable to get what you want, presumably a groom is no more than mediocre."

The smile on Duan Lingyao's face sank slightly: "What does the old lady mean?"

"It's nothing interesting. It's just that the son grew up in the palace. You should know that there are some people in this world who have been tortured so much that they don't have the hope of living, and they often don't last long."

Mother Xu brought the teacup, and the old lady took it and tasted it slowly.

She has an identity that Song Sijin doesn't know very well—the current Holy Majesty's biological aunt.

After the death of the eldest grandson and the second grandson, the old lady lived in seclusion and seldom appeared in the outside world. The Duke's wife ate fast and recited Buddha all the year round.On the surface, it seems that Duan Lingyao has completely controlled the Duke's Mansion, but in fact he dare not underestimate his own grandma.

Back then, His Majesty and the other brothers were fighting to the death for the throne, and some even colluded with internal and external enemies, almost causing His Majesty to die in a foreign land.

It was the old Duke and the old lady, as well as the young Duke Xin who fought hard to protect him, that made Shengshang come to where he is today.

The old Duke died in that battle, and after his death, he was granted the title of Duke Xin. Originally, he was a son-in-law. Duan Yue, the current Duke of Xin, is the son of a princess. The Duan family should not have real power, nor should they control military power.

But when he was newly enthroned and still in high spirits, the Holy One was grateful for the loyalty and bravery of the Duan family, made an exception and canonized a hereditary duke, and asked Xin Guogong to lead the army to fight with great trust.

Lord Xin Guo lived up to the grace of God and won many battles, becoming the famous God of War in Dayue Kingdom.

Later, Lord Xin Guo raised two good sons. The eldest son, Duan Lingxi, inherited his will. General.Unfortunately, he died on the battlefield in his early twenties.

The second son, Duan Linghui, has an astonishing talent for literature, and he knows how to be an official. He decided very early on that he and his elder brother would not be able to go the same way.But it's also a pity that shortly after Duan Lingxi passed away, he suddenly fell ill and followed him, and he didn't even have time to fulfill the arranged marriage.

Since the two passed away, the old lady rarely showed up outside.

The Duke's wife even eats fast and recites Buddha's name, and sees no outsiders all day long.

Duan Lingyao's slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, not wanting to bring up this topic: "You don't have to worry about this, grandson will take care of it."

"Really?" The old lady put down the teacup, a little helpless, "Some things, some people, if you miss it, you will miss it. Don't regret it until you can't catch up. When the time comes..."

Duan Lingyao stood up at once, still with the arrogant look that never bowed his head: "It's late at night, grandson go back to rest first, and you always go to bed earlier."

The old lady could only shake her head: "Forget it, you can go back."

Duan Lingyao didn't want to listen to an old man's nagging, so he strode out without hesitation. As he walked, he suddenly reached out and picked up a cat from a corner.

Shoushou arched in his arms.

When he returned to Song Sijin's place, Duan Lingyao didn't enter the room immediately, he quietly said to Shoushou: "You heartless little bastard, go and coax your father, if he still doesn't eat, don't you either have eaten!"

Shoushou couldn't understand what he was saying at all, Duan Lingyao let go, and rushed into the room.

As soon as it jumped into the room, it started to lick its own little feet. After licking twice, it jumped on the bed and circled, and then nestled in Song Sijin's arms.

The cat doesn't understand the joys and sorrows of human beings, but the intuition of the beast makes it feel the deep and depressed sadness. It meows twice, wags its tail, and licks Song Sijin's hand.

Song Sijin, who had been silent all day, finally had some reaction, gently stroked his skinny and smoother fur, and whispered sorry.

Apologizing for not being able to take full responsibility for keeping it, and for letting it stay with a demon on the spur of the moment.

Shoushou didn't understand what was wrong, so he hit Song Sijin with his head, stretched out his paws to grab his hair to play with, and after playing for a while, seeing that Song Sijin wasn't interested in being with him, he slowly calmed down.

Song Sijin seemed to be wrapped in a huge cocoon. Silence was like a skin. He knew something bad would happen, but he also wanted to escape once willfully. .

But Duan Lingyao just wanted to force him out of the cocoon.

Duan Lingyao opened the door and walked in as if nothing had happened, holding a large tray with several exquisite dishes.

He put the tray on the table beside the bed and said, "I heard you talking to Shoushou, don't lose your temper, let's eat."

Song Sijin stroked Shoushou silently.

Duan Lingyao picked up a shrimp and handed it to Song Sijin himself. Song Sijin squeezed his mouth tightly, smelled the aroma, became excited, and opened his mouth to swallow the shrimp.

The little father-in-law, who has always said nothing, was frustrated by Song Sijin's continuous setbacks. He even wanted to make trouble for Shoushou, so he couldn't help but grab Shoushou and want to throw it away.

At this moment, Song Sijin started to move. He sat up and held Shoushou in his arms with open arms, then arched his back in a protective posture, and looked at Duan Lingyao vigilantly.

Duan Lingyao half stretched out his hand, unable to believe it for a long time: "You, do you think... I will hit it?"

Song Sijin remained silent.

Duan Lingyao dropped his chopsticks, and his eyes turned red suddenly: "You would rather talk to a beast than to talk to me, Song Sijin, don't go too far!"

Silence greeted his wrath, followed by Slim's frightened meowing.

So Duan Lingyao stretched out his hand and forcibly snatched Shoushou from Song Sijin's arms. His strength was originally stronger than Song Sijin's, but now that Song Sijin hadn't eaten for two days, he couldn't resist anymore, so he could only watch Duan Lingyao pull Hold the thin nape of the neck.

Shoushou screamed in fright, Duan Lingyao held the cat and sneered: "If you don't eat anymore, I'll peel it and stew it!"

These words finally succeeded in stimulating Song Sijin, Song Sijin raised his head, showing such an angry expression for the first time in his life: "You, you are not human..."

Duan Lingyao laughed twice: "You are wrong, only people are as vicious as me!"

The young man who had no strength on the bed forced himself up and rushed towards Duan Lingyao. Duan Lingyao let go of his hand, fell to the ground thin and quickly slipped under the bed.

The two wrestled together. To be precise, it was Song Sijin who beat Duan Lingyao with all his strength. Duan Lingyao hugged his waist, opened his mouth to bite his shoulder and did not let go, and then let him greet him with fists or legs.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Sijin fell to the ground weakly, hugging his knees and panting lightly.

The young man curled up, his long hair was messy, his clothes were full of wrinkles and dust, he looked embarrassed and pitiful.

But the expression on his face returned to calm, with a hint of boredom.

Duan Lingyao's eyes turned red while clutching his sore calf. If it was before, he would have confidently asked Song Sijin to give him a whimper.

But why, everything suddenly changed.

Duan Lingyao sniffled, limped to the table and picked up a whole bowl of vegetables, then half-knelt down in front of Song Sijin.

He tried his best to soften his voice: "Let's eat, I'm kidding you, you only have so little meat if you are thin, and it would be a waste of firewood to stew it."

Song Sijin ignored him, and Duan Lingyao didn't move his hand away.

When the food in the bowl was cold, he asked someone to reheat it, and when it was done, he handed it to Song Sijin himself.

Skinny crawled out from under the bed, rubbed his head against Song Sijin's leg, and meowed around him.

Duan Lingyao had no choice but to say again: "I won't move Shoushou after you eat. If you don't eat, I will let Shoushou starve with you. When you die, I will let Shoushou be buried with you!"

After a long time, Song Sijin's eyelashes trembled, and he wiped off the water stains on his face with his sleeve. He took the bowl silently, and slowly put the rice into his mouth.

It was obviously Song Sijin's fault, but he had to beg him to eat in a low voice, I really hated it to death - he should be angry, and then mocked him, no matter how stubborn he was, wouldn't he eat obediently?

But this idea only flashed for a moment, and there was no time to enjoy the thrill of success. The young man smiled and couldn't help saying happily: "That's right, eat it quickly, it's all your favorite dishes."

After finishing speaking, Duan Lingyao regretted a little, regretting that he softened first, it would be too embarrassing.

Forget it.

He has a lot of adults, and he doesn't care about a fool.

Some kind of inexplicable feeling filled his heart, Duan Lingyao sniffled, and put a chopstick of shrimp in the bowl.

But Duan Lingyao, who was happy, soon discovered that even if Song Sijin started eating, he was unwilling to talk to himself.

In the middle of the night, Duan Lingyao hugged Song Sijin from behind, he rubbed against his back, and tentatively took Song Sijin's hand.

As soon as he touched his fingertips, Song Sijin was startled, paused, and told himself to relax again.

So Duan Lingyao successfully intertwined with Song Sijin's ten fingers, he held that hand tightly, his heart was finally settled, and he said: "Brother Jin always lies and cheats and wants to run away, it's obviously all your fault, Why are you more wronged than others. Eat obediently and don't be awkward, I won't bother you about this time, okay?"

"..."

"Song Sijin, can you stop making me angry?"

"..."

"Song Sijin!"

"..."

"Song Sijin, you bastard." Duan Lingyao turned over to him angrily, and forcibly held his face, "It's obviously your fault, why do you treat me like this? You deceive people's feelings and put on such an appearance , Why on earth are you! You speak!"

He kissed Song Sijin resentfully, grinding and biting on his lips.He desperately, desperately wanted his response - the shyness, empathy and warmth that he always got in the past.

But now all he got was Song Sijin's indifference.

He was really too lazy to struggle, allowing Duan Lingyao to be presumptuous on his lips.

The kiss was so hard that the lips were bitten, and a bit of fishy sweetness remained on the tip of the tongue.

Duan Lingyao let go of Song Sijin tremblingly, and asked, "Why?"

The night is an excellent cover, and it is also another extreme foil. Seeing the watery light in those eyes, Song Sijin suddenly felt confused.

why?

Why doesn't Duan Lingyao understand?

He is very smart, why doesn't he understand?

Song Sijin opened his mouth, his voice was very soft: "Young master."

Duan Lingyao showed a surprised expression: "You say, you can say whatever you want."

Song Sijin said, "Let me go."

In an instant, the young man backed away quickly, his expression filled with shock and anger, and he refused without hesitation: "Impossible! Even if you die, it will be mine!"

So Song Sijin closed his eyes calmly, he was sleepy.

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-1121:59:59-2022-08-1219:48:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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