After being dedicated to the villain

Chapter 77

Song Sijin felt that there was something wrong with Duan Lingyao.

His attitude towards himself is too weird. From the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, he treats himself with a cautious to exaggerated attitude. He personally serves Song Sijin to wash up. Song Sijin moved away from him.

Just like Song Sijin becoming a porcelain doll, if he is not careful, he will fall to pieces.

Song Sijin felt very uncomfortable. When changing clothes, he hurriedly took them and hid behind the screen to change them.

Duan Lingyao held the screen and said pitifully, "Brother Jin, I want to see you."

Song Sijin has always been soft-hearted, but he was also helpless: "There is no need to keep doing this."

"Some, some, I don't worry if I can't see you."

Song Sijin was in a hurry to go to Chu Yunxi's house to meet his relatives and friends, so Duan Lingyao personally arranged a carriage to accompany him.

When they arrived at the door, seeing Duan Lingyao trying to follow, Song Sijin quickly stopped him: "My mother doesn't know what happened to us before."

Duan Lingyao was worried: "Can we just say we are friends?"

Song Sijin hesitated for a while: "Should it be okay?"

He didn't know how much irritation it would be to tell Fan Wumei, an honest and well-behaved woman, that her son's entanglement with a man would be endless.Even after the ups and downs, Song Sijin fell in love with Duan Lingyao. He didn't have time to think about it before, but now he is really nervous.

Song Sijin was about to jump out of the car, but Duan Lingyao first reached out and hugged him down.

Song Sijin was stunned for a moment, and then raised his fingers to emphasize again and again: "After entering, you must not do anything too outrageous, and don't talk nonsense."

Song Sijin was only worried that Fan Wumei would be stimulated, and Duan Lingda's performance caught Duan Lingda's eyes, but it made him grievously purse his lips.

Song Sijin didn't realize that he just wanted to see his mother quickly so that she could feel at ease.

Chu Yunxi went to work, and the door was opened by Xiaowu, his servant. He knew Song Sijin, so he opened the door enthusiastically when he saw someone coming.

Song Sijin hurriedly expressed his thanks, and couldn't wait to join the two people who came out of the room facing each other: "Mother, Mai Miao, I'm back!"

The feeling of being chased and killed is different. For the past few days, Fan Wumei and Mai Miao couldn't sleep well at night because of worry. They kept asking Song Sijin if he was injured, who were those people, and who saved him.

Song Sijin patiently explained one by one, and at the end, he turned and pointed to Duan Lingyao: "He saved me. It's a bit complicated to say, but fortunately, that Mr. Yan has been sent to prison, and he probably won't do it again. hurt you."

Seeing Duan Lingyao, who is well-dressed and looks like a son of a rich family, Fan Wumei is a little nervous. Unlike Chu Yunxi, she has known Chu Yunxi since she was a child and is her junior, but this one always reminds her of those big people who dare not approach.

"It turns out that this is your benefactor. I don't know how to repay you for your great kindness. I will kowtow to you, old lady!"

For Fan Wumei, kowtow is the simplest way of expressing gratitude, so she immediately knelt on the ground.

This startled Duan Lingyao, and quickly reached out to support Fan Wumei. He was so strong that Fan Wumei stopped in the air and couldn't kneel down.

"Auntie is serious. Brother Jin is my best friend. He helped me so much before, but this time he was also implicated by me..." As he spoke, Duan Lingyao shifted his gaze to Song Sijin, "I am for him Do everything as you should."

Song Sijin blushed slightly, supported Fan Wumei for a while, and finally Fan Wumei gave up the idea of ​​kowtowing in gratitude: "Speaking of which, I still don't know what benefactor is called?"

Song Sijin was a little stuck: "His surname is Duan, and his name is Lingyao..."

Mai Miao's eyes widened: "It's a familiar name, Brother Jin, did you mention it to us before?"

Duan Lingyao smiled: "Really, what did brother Jin tell you about me?"

Mai Miao said: "Well, let me think about it, Duan Lingyao, Duan... Ah, I see, you are that little prince!"

Thinking of countless rumors that the wheat seedlings stood in front of Fan Wumei like blown hair, she looked at this famous capital tyrant in shock, she never thought that Song Sijin would know him anyway.

Fan Wumei also remembered after she reminded her, and she was also shocked and couldn't believe it: "Mai Miao, did you remember wrongly?"

Mai Miao: "Yeah, maybe?"

Duan Lingyao's smile did not change: "Maybe I remember correctly, Xin Guogong is my father."

Fan Wumei/Mai Miao: "..."

Song Sijin coughed twice, intending to interject to explain, but when he coughed, Duan Lingyao nervously came over to help him: "Brother Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Here again, Song Sijin said helplessly, "I'm fine, Lingyao, you don't have to worry about me so much."

Duan Lingyao muttered: "People are just afraid."

"afraid of what?"

Duan Lingyao fell silent.

Seeing that Fan Wumei and Mai Miao still hadn't recovered, Song Sijin gently pushed Duan Lingyao away. He took two steps forward and said earnestly, "Mother, I've grown up, so don't worry too much about me making bad friends. Lingyao His reputation is not very good, but most of them are exaggerated rumors from the outside world, people say what they say, you know, I am clearly awake, but in the eyes of the villagers, I am still a fool who can't even count."

Fan Wumei sighed sadly: "Yes, you have grown up, and your mother is also old."

Song Sijin's voice was rough: "Mother is not old, I haven't had time to be filial to you, how can I grow old?"

Fan Wumei patted Song Sijin's hand in turn: "You are indeed a silly boy, this time the little father-in-law saved you, even if others say he is not good, mother will only be grateful, and will not believe what others say .”

That's right, Fan Wumei is such a simple and honest woman, as long as others treat her and her children a little better, she will thank her from the bottom of her heart.

The smile on Duan Lingyao's face became more sincere. He leaned forward and said crisply: "Auntie, don't call me Young Master, it's too unfamiliar, just call me Lingyao."

Fan Wumei quickly waved her hands: "You can't do it, the old lady is just a slave, it's too offensive."

Although she is grateful to Duan Lingyao, she is still in awe of his identity. To Fan Wumei, one of these high officials in the capital is more powerful than Master Song. .

So even though he claimed to be Song Sijin's friend, Fan Wumei was still nervous.

But today, she is facing Duan Lingyao. Although Duan Lingyao has many shortcomings, he also has an advantage that even the elders cannot refuse: he is beautiful and sweet-mouthed and can act like a baby.

He already had a face with red lips and white teeth, and his smile was even sweeter and more pleasing. He took a step forward and hugged Fan Wumei's arm actively, and said gruffly while shaking: "Auntie, if you continue like this, brother Jin will have a baby." When he is angry, you can call him by his name. He really wants to be friends with Brother Jin. There is no such thing as being so particular about friends. Besides, you have taught Brother Jin to be such a kind and honest son. It can be seen that you are She is not bound by identity at all in her heart, she is a first-class good mother in the world!"

For a moment, the young and innocent Mai Miao was dumbfounded, and she slowly looked at Song Sijin: "Brother, is he really the legendary little prince?"

Song Sijin rubbed his forehead and blushed: "Yes."

In just a few words, Fan Wumei was coaxed into laughter by Duan Lingyao. She was already peaceful, but she was facing a friend who had saved her son, so she couldn't bear to refuse his request.

Even the wheat seedlings were coaxed by the pine nut candies brought by Duan Lingyao, so that they called Brother Yao.

Duan Lingyao smiled brightly, patted her head and said she was really cute, but thought in her heart: brother Jin and brother Yao sound like a good match.

Chu Yunxi came back in the middle of the day and punched Song Sijin Bangbang a few times: "Good guy, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have a future. Let me tell you, Yan Xuehui is really going to die this time, unless there is a big disaster." Luo Jinxian help him, otherwise he should not have the energy to trouble you again."

But Yan Xuehui's subordinates and His Highness the Crown Prince are still in danger, so for safety's sake, Song Sijin, Fan Wumei and Mai Miao still have to be careful.

This time Duan Lingyao sent a lot of people to protect them, presumably the situation like last time will not happen again.

At noon, Duan Lingyao was left to have a meal. He should leave in the afternoon, and Song Sijin should stay with his relatives and friends.

But Duan Lingyao seemed very unwilling to be separated from Song Sijin, and he even suggested that the whole family should move to Duke Xin's mansion.

Chu Yunxi glanced suspiciously at the two of them. Since Fan Wumei was there, he didn't have the nerve to ask anything.

Song Sijin dragged Duan Lingyao into the room to talk alone: ​​"Lingyao, you can't always be so sticky and don't give me any space. I will be under a lot of pressure. You clearly promised that I will gradually get rid of it."

Including this possessiveness.

Duan Lingyao bit her lower lip until it turned red: "I told you to do it step by step, and besides, what's wrong with wanting to be with someone you like?"

"That's right, but you can't always be clingy, right?"

Duan Lingyao was still stubborn: "I'm worried about you."

Song Sijin didn't understand: "What are you worried about?"

The more Duan Lingyao said, the more sad he became: "I'm not by your side, who will take care of you, who will protect you? Besides, you don't have much time, what's wrong with people wanting to spend more time with you."

Song Sijin was amused and confused: "Why are you talking as if I'm going to die soon?"

Duan Lingyao: "..."

Song Sijin: "..."

Accidentally slipping the tongue, Duan Lingyao said with a guilty conscience: "Listen to my explanation!"

Song Sijin frowned: "You really should explain it well."

The matter was very simple, and after three or five sentences, Song Sijin finally understood why Duan Lingyao looked so cautious and reluctant after waking up.

He felt funny for a while, and a little angry for a while: "Don't tell me such a serious matter quickly, and keep it from me, Duan Lingyao, you are too much!"

Duan Lingyao was frightened, his eyes dodged and his heart felt sour: "I don't know how to tell you such a cruel fact."

"Then you plan to let me die in a daze?"

Duan Lingyao shook his head quickly: "No!" He just hasn't figured out how to tell him, or how to comfort him.

The feeling of being kept in the dark is really uncomfortable. Originally, because of Song Sijin's stupidity, others didn't tell him clearly about many things since he was a child. In addition, Duan Lingyao used to keep things secret, so let him He has suffered for a long time, and now he is still like this, he can't help but care about it.

"I think you are, you don't respect my opinion at all, just like before, after all, you still regard me as your property... Hey, why are you crying?"

Crystal tears fell drop by drop from the corner of Duan Ling's dazzling eyes, Song Sijin was complaining, and was so frightened that he got stuck.

Duan Lingyao turned his back and wiped his eyes carelessly behind his back. His voice was fine, slowly and steadily: "I didn't cry, you misread."

Song Sijin poked him on the shoulder: "You are crying."

Duan Lingyao shook his head: "No."

Song Sijin touched the tip of his nose: "I just said a few words about you, it's not enough."

Duan Lingyao was silent for a moment: "I just feel that I am useless. Even this kind of time will make you angry. I always do wrong things and always hurt you. Maybe I won't be able to be a person that satisfies you until I die. Maybe... "Maybe he shouldn't be pushing any further.

There was a little warmth in his hand, and he was held by someone from behind.

Song Sijin still had a soft heart after all, and said softly: "It's okay, you know it's not good, you can change it in the future, I won't be angry with you anymore, don't cry."

Unexpectedly, after he finished comforting, Duan Lingyao burst into tears even more exaggeratedly: "There is no future!!"

Song Sijin: "Pfft."

Duan Lingyao: "You're still laughing!!"

Duan Lingyao turned around and fell into Song Sijin's arms and burst into tears. He, a good-looking person, looked even sadder than Song Sijin who was said to have less than three days to live.

Song Sijin hugged and coaxed him, but there was no consolation. He wanted to impress Duan Lingyao with some evil intentions - no one likes to be kept secret, so that he would always be like this in the future.

Moreover, bullying people is really interesting... It must be because I have been with Duan Lingyao for a long time, and those who are close to ink are black!

In fact, Song Sijin didn't feel that he was poisoned, and there was no other discomfort in his body except the weakness from starvation for a long time.

Yan Xuehui said that the poison was in the food, but Song Sijin didn't eat his meal and only drank some water, so he felt that he would not be so unlucky that even the water was poisoned.

If this is the case, there is no other way, Dr. Xu can't think of a cure, so he can only accept his fate.

After crying for a long time, Duan Lingyao gradually calmed down. Seeing him crying so miserably, Song Sijin almost softened his heart to tell the truth.

"Okay, since you don't have much time, don't waste it crying."

Duan Lingyao wiped his red eyes from crying with a handkerchief, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Jin, tell me, whatever wish you have, I will help you achieve it."

When it comes to this topic, Song Sijin really has a lot of wishes: "I told you last night, I want to go overseas, I also want to open a pastry shop, no, no, open a big restaurant, I want to grow a lot of peppers, so that Let's eat together..."

Duan Lingyao was heartbroken: "It's too late."

"Yes."

"do you have anything else?"

Song Sijin said: "I don't have anything about myself in the near future, but I have a wish, which is about my mother and Mai Miao."

Duan Lingyao gradually calmed down, the facts were in front of him, he had to accept: "Say it."

Song Sijin said: "The deeds of my mother and Mai Miao are both with Master Song. I want to help them get back, and I also want to help them get out of their citizenship."

Speaking of this, Song Sijin pursed his lips, asking others to help him, and he had nothing to repay, so he always felt very embarrassed: "If it is inconvenient, just ask for the body deed first."

"I see. This is indeed a problem. Even if you don't mention it, it's what I, a junior, should do."

Song Sijin felt that what he said was a bit strange, but he couldn't put it into words. He always felt that it didn't go well with Duan Lingyao, a young man who was in the rebellious period.

Duan Lingyao quickly had an idea, and pulled Song Sijin out.

Song Sijin thought that he would hand over this matter to his subordinates, use a deal, or use other tougher means to complete it. In short, he probably wouldn't do it himself.

But Duan Lingyao quickly told Song Sijin with his actions that his title of Demon King did not come about for no reason.

I saw him riding on his brave and handsome tall horse, and then pulling Song Sijin onto the horse.

Just like many times before, Duan Lingyao insisted on letting Song Sijin sit in front. He hugged his waist, pulled the rein, and then caught off guard and rode forward.

Song Sijin was not ready, he leaned back and was picked up by Duan Lingyao.

"Duan Lingyao, what are you doing!"

Duan Lingyao grew a little taller, and when she hugged Song Sijin from behind, she didn't feel so cramped. The breeze turned into a strong wind under the gallop of the horse, and she laughed loudly, and her clear and crisp laughter was carried far away with the wind.

"Brother Jin, do you want to vent your anger?"

"..."

"Do you want to vent your anger on your aunt?"

"miss you!"

Song Sijin's equestrian skills have always been poor. He is timid and afraid of any dangerous and exciting activities. Before being led by Duan Lingyao like this, he was always very scared. He was so afraid that his body stiffened and subconsciously shrank into Duan Lingyao's arms.

Now he was still relying on Duan Lingyao, but he seemed less afraid. I don't know if the wind had blown away his fear, or his mood had changed.

Song Sijin's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, clear and refreshing. He looked at the broad road ahead, the sunlight above his head was haloing brilliantly, pedestrians were coming and going on both sides, and many people were pointing Duan Lingyao, saying, look, Hun Shi The little devil robbed the civilian boy again.

No, that civilian man looks like he's smiling?

It's really a decline in the world, and you don't keep your husband's morals!

Song Sijin turned his head slightly, his hair was blown back by the wind and scratched Duan Lingyao's cheek, he saw Duan Lingyao's delicate and charming lips evoked a flamboyant smile, and saw his radiant face under the light Yu Mingming also saw the infinite nostalgia in his still red eyes.

At that moment, Song Sijin understood that he was not as excited as his face.

He just loves himself and wants to be happy.

-

The roads in Yaojing are very wide. The widest Fuyao Avenue can drive dozens of carriages side by side, and the narrowest one can accommodate two carriages in parallel. Most passers-by walk on both sides, and it is very fun to run.

Duan Lingyao once took someone to the Song Mansion to splash the dung, so he led Song Sijin to his nominal father's house after he was familiar with the road.

Song Sijin suddenly felt it was funny, he was obviously the son of Mr. Song and the younger brother of Song Da Zhuangyuan, but he had never stepped into this door once.

But it doesn't matter, he didn't want to be a family with them.

Xin Yi and the others who were following behind caught up panting. Before they could rest, Duan Lingyao issued the first order: "Smash!"

All the doglegs understood, and started smashing at the gate of the Song Mansion.

"Come out, open the door, Song Da Zhuangyuan is not a shrinking turtle, is he?"

Xin Yi pinched his waist and directed from behind: "Little ones, don't use your hands, use bricks, it's dirty!"

Although it has been washed countless times with water, the foul stench still lingers on the gate wall of the Song Mansion.

Looking at this scene, Song Sijin was both nervous about challenging the morality of the world, but also couldn't help feeling refreshed. Duan Lingyao's behavior was extremely arrogant and unreasonable in the eyes of outsiders, but today Song Sijin looked at it, but felt that Very pleasing to the eye.

Maybe it was because they were afraid that Duan Lingyao would repeat his old trick and ask someone to throw shit, the Song family couldn't help but opened the door after a while.

Song Siyu bravely walked forward and cupped his hands: "Duan Shizi, I don't know how Song offended you..."

Duan Lingyao: "Drive!"

Under Song Siyu's terrified and remorseful eyes, Duan Lingyao actually drove the horse into the Song Mansion!

Soong Siyu was so frightened that he fell to the ground and stretched out his arms helplessly: "Wait a minute, this is my house—"

It's a pity that no one listened to him, and the crowd rushed in, crowding the Song Mansion to the brim.

Duan Lingyao drove the horse around slowly: "Where is Uncle Song, come out quickly, your young and promising son-in-law is coming to see you!"

Song Sijin, who was hugged by him, finally had the opportunity to see what the inside of the Song Mansion looked like, hey, don't look at Master Song who was just a small official before, and the number one scholar of Song Dynasty was just an editor of the Imperial Academy who had just entered an official position. But the servant girl is not a little bit less.

But at this time, they were all in a mess and crying everywhere.

A group of Duan Lingyao's attendants beat the gong to call Master Song. If he didn't come out, Song Siyu wanted to be reasonable, so he pushed Song Siyu away, and then smashed and made trouble in the room.

Song Sijin's ears were numb from the shock, and he stared blankly ahead.

Mr. Song, whose figure became more and more plump, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and ran over sweating and bumpy with the support of the servant.

As soon as he ran close, he turned pale with fright: "You, you, you, aren't you dead?!"

Song Siyu hurriedly stepped forward to help the frightened old father: "Father, who is he?"

It turned out that he didn't recognize himself at all, which seemed even more ridiculous.

Song Sijin gasped slightly, and subconsciously leaned on Duan Lingyao. Duan Lingyao held his waist calmly, and lazily raised his hand, and the beating dogs stopped at the same time.

"Song Da Zhuangyuan, my name is Song Sijin, you may have heard of this name, because I used to live in the village of Xing'er Village of the Song family." Song Sijin looked at him seriously and said, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. , we don’t know each other well anyway.”

Song Siyu's expression changed slightly. Of course he knew the name Song Sijin, which represented the shame of their Song family. When he knew that Yan Xuehui was going to sacrifice him to deal with Duan Lingyao, he agreed without a second's hesitation.

But now, Song Sijin was shamelessly leaning in Duan Lingyao's arms, aloofly smashing his hard-maintained No. [-] scholar's house to pieces!

"Song Sijin, why don't you come down quickly and gossip with people in front of others, what a shame!"

Song Sijin's eyes widened. He was stupid, and it was difficult to quickly refute others. What's more, he was stunned by Song Siyu. Why did the Song family have such thick skins, and why didn't they pass it on to him?

Duan Lingyao laughed so hard: "It's you who are so decent. I married brother Jin, but you in-laws are so stingy that you don't even have a dowry or gift. Pooh, do you look down on me?!"

Song Siyu straightened his body and prepared to convince others with reasoning, but just as he opened his mouth, Master Song knocked his brains out: "Don't be presumptuous to the young master!"

Even though they are members of the princelings, Mr. Song also understands a truth: those who know the current affairs are the best.

Unless the crown prince descended from the sky, they would definitely be overwhelmed with Duan Lingyao today.

Master Song tried to be kind and considerate: "Forgive me, my lord, it's not that this old man didn't prepare a dowry, isn't this...cough, I thought Si Jin disappeared and the marriage would not be settled."

Duan Lingyao was impatient and polite to him: "Stop talking nonsense, if you don't make up for it today, I will just stay here!"

The people of the Song family all went dark.

Master Song asked tremblingly: "I don't know what dowry the young master wants?"

He thought he was here to rob, and he was already mentally prepared to bleed, but Duan Lingyao put his chin on Song Sijin's shoulder, rubbed his shoulders, and asked very affectionately: "Brother Jin, since Uncle Song is so caring, how about you?" Tell me what you want, I think Uncle Song will definitely not refuse, right?"

Master Song kept wiping his sweat with a small handkerchief: "Yes, yes, yes."

What Song Sijin wanted was simple: "Give me back the deeds of my mother and Mai Miao!"

Master Song was taken aback, with some hesitation on his face, Song Sijin is still alive, maybe these things are still useful...

Duan Lingyao raised his eyebrows and said, "Uncle Song is not sincere at all, if that's the case, hit me!"

"Okay, let's start!"

The dog legs were in full swing and began to demolish the house, Song Siyu was so anxious to call someone to report to the police, Duan Lingyao laughed and urged him to go quickly.There was no other way, Mr. Song had no choice but to go back to the house with a mournful face and dig out the two contracts of sale, and hand them over to Song Sijin respectfully.

Under the blue sky and bright sun, Song Sijin was full of sorrow and joy in his heart. Most of his mother's sufferings in the first half of his life came from this light and fluffy thing. He wanted to tear it off on the spot, but after thinking about it, he decided to leave it to his mother.

"Wait, I want one more thing."

The people behind him continued to convey courage to Song Sijin, telling him to scream with the loudest voice, as if to vent all the grievances from his own life: "I want you to write a father-son severance letter, from now on , I have nothing to do with your Song family anymore!"

-

After leaving Song Mansion, Duan Lingyao took Song Sijin to the government mansion without hesitation.

He had to hurry up so that Song Sijin could rest assured about the future of Fan Wumei and Mai Miao while he was alive, and he didn't want him to leave with regrets.

"Brother Jin, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Auntie and Mai Miao in the future." Duan Lingyao hugged Song Sijin and stuck to his back tightly, as if this would keep him longer. Chu Yunxi, and, and..."

He couldn't say anything more, so Song Sijin added for him: "And you."

So the boy's sad eyes flickered with a softer light: "Well, there is me."

Song Sijin was so soft-hearted, he held back his embarrassment and took the initiative to interlock his fingers with Duan Lingyao: "Lingyao, thank you."