After being dedicated to the villain

Chapter 80

The situation is getting tense.

Before Duan Lingyao returned home, he asked Xin Yi to send a letter back, and woke up the trustworthy servants overnight, telling them to pack their things quietly, and prepared to send the family out "for fun" tomorrow morning.

Song Sijin's family is no exception.

This behavior was really abnormal, which made Song Sijin feel uneasy. He didn't have a lot of things, and he would be done with a little tidying up.

But there were a lot of things in Xin Guogong's mansion, he thought about it, and decided to help in Duan Lingyao's courtyard.

Xin Yi was so busy spinning his heels, seeing him coming to help, he hurriedly pulled him into the study gratefully: "Thank God, if you weren't here, a young person would be busy."

Duan Lingyao allowed very few servants to enter the study. Now, except for Xin Yi who came back to pack his luggage, the rest stayed by Duan Lingyao's side.

Song Sijin looked at the study room and resisted a little: "I'm an outsider now, so it's not suitable."

Xin Yi sighed softly: "You are too outsider, in the young master's heart, you have never been an outsider."

He persuaded him earnestly, and wiped his eyes to pretend to be pitiful, but Song Sijin had no choice but to help him pack the luggage in the study.

You don’t need to take most of the books, but you have to pack up some orphaned books and letters, as well as the rare treasures that the young master loves, his personal property, and so on.

Song Sijin helped to organize and pack the boxes one by one. When looking through the cabinets, he suddenly found a beautiful and familiar box.

Isn't this my box for wooden and stone toys?

He lived in the mountains and forests, and escaped by feigning death. He had no chance to go back to the Duke's mansion to look for it. After a long time, coupled with too many thoughts, he gradually forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, Duan Lingyao still kept this box and kept it in an important place in the study.

Song Sijin felt nostalgic for a while, he picked up the box and put it on the ground, opened it, and wanted to tidy it up, but unexpectedly, after opening it, he saw two wooden figures inside that shouldn't be there.

Very different wooden figurines, one beautifully complete and lifelike, one rough and scratched.

The exquisite one has a face very similar to Song Sijin's. It is wearing a small red wedding dress. The wedding dress is crooked. It is extremely unskilled in workmanship, but the stitches are fine and stitched with great care.Song Sijin picked it up and looked at it blankly, then turned it over, and saw a familiar pattern on the back of the wedding dress.

He held up another simple wooden figure with a big head and a thin neck, which looked a bit like Duan Lingyao, with unruly eyes carved out with a few knives, squinting at Song Sijin who was holding it.

This wooden figure was also wearing a red wedding dress, which matched the other one.

He held the couple in each hand, and under the bright candlelight, the wedding clothes with rusty golden phoenix tail feathers were shining brightly, like burning clouds and red clouds thousands of miles away.

It's hilarious and pretty.

Seeing that Song Sijin was fascinated by something, Xin Yi walked over, and seeing these two wooden figures, he couldn't help but groaned.

Song Sijin turned around and looked at him curiously: "Have you seen it?"

Xin Yi looked around and saw that no one was eavesdropping, so he squatted next to Song Sijin and said with a smile: "Of course I have seen it, but it's not fair, I'm just telling you about this small matter, please don't tell the young master I said it."

The more he emphasized, the more curious Song Sijin became: "I promise not to betray you."

"Do you still remember that the young master once wanted to give you a wedding dress?"

Song Sijin nodded.

As Duan Lingyao's confidant, many private matters are handled by Xin Yi. Sometimes, he knows more than everyone else.

Talking about the past, Xin Yi was also disappointed: "The fabric of these two small clothes came from that wedding dress. At that time, the relationship between you and the young master was very bad. You refused to talk to the young master, and the young master was stubborn. He was in the study. Sometimes, you never go in, and you turn a blind eye to him when he returns to the bedroom. Sometimes, when the little one is waiting outside the study, you can see the young master holding these two dolls and sewing clothes for them stitch by stitch. The young master never tells others He doesn't want to be seen by others, he always secretly holds two dolls to watch..."

The little wooden figurine in his hand seemed to be burning red flames, and it was hot, which made Song Sijin a little unsteady: "You said, these two little clothes were made by Duan Lingyao himself?"

He somewhat couldn't believe it, the young master, who didn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers, couldn't even wash his own clothes, but he could sew clothes for the villain?

The stitches looked so fine, although the clothes were a little crooked and weird, they didn't look like what Duan Lingyao could make.

Xin Yi smiled and said, "I dare not lie to you. Besides, the wedding dress was all written by the young master, so it is no problem to sew the clothes of these two dolls."

The little wooden man became hotter and hotter, and Song Sijin's face was full of disbelief: "That wedding dress..."

"Here in Yaojing, there is a legend that the bride and groom sew a few stitches on each other's wedding clothes, which can make them love each other for a long time. The more you sew, the more sincere your heart is, and the longer it will last. In order to seek this auspiciousness, the young master ran to the cloth shop every day, and secretly sewed on the wedding clothes without telling others, alas, the young master is thin-skinned, and I can't bear to expose it, so no one else will know about it."

Some ordinary words made Song Sijin's heart tremble, and suddenly he understood many things, and he seemed to see Duan Lingyao's white and tender fingertips again, and his sweet and expectant smile, and suddenly this smile followed the wind. Disappeared, the young man wept heartbroken, as if all hopes were shattered.

Song Sijin finally knew why he was so sad and angry that day.

Looking at the two little wooden figures in happy clothes at this moment, he seemed to be able to imagine Duan Lingyao secretly hugging them and looking aggrieved.

There were too many painful places for them in the past, even if they reconcile today, it will still hurt when they touch the wound.

Fortunately, time will slowly heal the scars, and fortunately Duan Lingyao is working hard to repair the cracks.

Song Sijin's heart was sour. He didn't regret destroying the wedding dress. For Song Sijin at that time, no matter what, it was impossible to continue to endure humiliation to please Duan Lingyao. He hated him for insulting him, so he could only take revenge. Only then can the anger gradually subside.

And only today, after the anger has subsided, will he taste the love that Duan Lingyao has carefully and secretly treasured when he sees these two little wooden figures in happy clothes.

That person has done many wrong things, clumsy, extreme and stubborn, like a knife, stabbing the sweetheart he was trying to get close to, but also warm, nimble and firm, he likes him, the pain of being stabbed back is so painful that he would not give up.

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Late at night, Xin Yi saw that Song Sijin was hungry, so he went to the small kitchen to ask for supper for him.

Song Sijin was the only one left in the study, and he tidied it up without haste, when suddenly the door was pushed open, and the deep cold air rushed from behind with the draft wind, before he had time to turn around, the sound of a few heavy footsteps As he approached, he fell into a cool embrace.

Song Sijin was startled, and immediately realized: "You are back."

He grabbed his hand, and it was cold. Duan Lingyao buried his face on his shoulder wearily: "Well, it's so late, why are you packing here?"

Seeing that he was really tired, Song Sijin couldn't bear to push him away, so he told him to keep leaning: "I'm waiting for you."

"wait for me?"

Song Sijin slowly sorted the books and said, "I want to know why we have to go out suddenly. Didn't we tell us to live in the Duke's Mansion because it's dangerous outside?"

The person holding him from behind suddenly let go, and raised his hand to grab Song Sijin's cheek.

Song Sijin was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Duan Lingyao said: "Nothing, just want to kiss, will you give it?"

Song Sijin subconsciously shrunk back, and stuck himself on Duan Lingyao. When something was wrong, he turned around again, leaning his back against the bookshelf, and faced him: "Why did you change again? It's agreed, let me investigate slowly."

"Yes, but I'm an asshole, it's normal to go back on my word, or force others, right?"

Song Sijin was silent for a while, and said: "The old lady told me about your childhood."

"what?"

"She said you were stupid and stole your father's horse, but your father didn't care about you at all. She also said that your brother was dead, but you laughed very happily, so your mother hated you very much. In short, she said something about you Didn't tell me anything."

Duan Lingyao was a little embarrassed for a while, and his mood was extremely complicated. Fear and desire were intertwined, causing his eyes to be like dark seas in the deep sea, but his habitual smile became thicker: "So? What do you want to say, tell me that you have seen me clearly. The essence of knowing that I will not become a good person if I live or die..."

"Lingyao, there are not so many reasons." Song Sijin said, "There is only one reason—so I was thinking, are you tired? I won't laugh at you, and I don't want to hurt you again."

So that false smile gradually dissipated, and Duan Lingyao's expression returned to normal. He tilted his head, and his bright eyes were full of Song Sijin: "Brother Jin, you know, I regret it a little."

"what?"

"I regret that I have been indecisive and didn't send you away earlier."

Song Sijin was confused and didn't understand why he said that: "What's the matter?"

Duan Lingyao said: "It's a bit complicated to tell."

It turned out that the prince tried to send someone to rob the prison to rescue Yan Xuehui, which made the emperor furious. He reprimanded the prince and ordered him not to leave the palace, and then he vomited blood and fell into a coma.

The prince is in a dilemma, he can't kneel outside the Hall of Eternal Life, firstly to repent of his mistakes, and secondly to intercede for Yan Xuehui.

But the Holy Majesty was already seriously ill, and he passed out and never woke up again. According to the informant in the palace, the Holy Majesty might be in trouble.

This is an opportunity, a wonderful and dangerous opportunity.

Duan Lingyao threw himself into Song Sijin's arms, hugged his neck tightly, laughed for a while, and worried for a while: "I've never been so afraid like now, you are always troubled by me, in case I fail with the Third Highness , will definitely implicate countless people, most likely even you will lose your life. Brother Jin, if it really comes to this point, will you hate me very much?"

Song Sijin didn't dare to imagine: "What are you going to do?"

Duan Lingyao lowered his voice, and uttered a shocking secret in Song Sijin's ear: "The Holy Majesty is not fair. He has already prepared a will. No matter how perfect the Third Highness is, he will not choose him. Now is the last chance. Three Your Highness cannot miss it."

Vaguely, Song Sijin guessed what they were going to do. This shocking secret made Song Sijin tremble involuntarily: "Can't we not fight?"

How could he almost forget that Duan Lingyao and the Third Highness Qin Duchuan are the first-class villains in this book, and they are the ones who want to compete with the protagonist for the throne!

But how can the villain beat the protagonist...

"Brother Jin, you are so naive. If you don't fight, my cousin will never live to be a prince, and I will never have peace for the rest of my life. Do you want me to endure the ridicule and oppression of the defeated generals of the past? Brother Jin, I I know you are soft-hearted and kind, but the weak are prey to the strong, not everyone can value peace!"

Duan Lingyao put his hand on Song Sijin's back, and his voice became lower and lower: "I'm sorry, I should have sent you away long ago, but I still selfishly kept you by my side. When I leave Yaojing tomorrow, I will send you away. Choose a team and send you and your aunt to leave quietly. Don't worry, even if we lose, you, a foreigner who has not officially passed the family, as long as you don't return to Yaojing and avoid the limelight for a few years, no one will pursue you."

He knew how dangerous this operation was, if he won, he would be safe from now on, if he lost, at least he would not hurt the innocent Song Sijin.

Song Sijin knew that he should agree out of reason, but he surprised even himself, and said without hesitation: "I won't go!"

The uneasy young man who was buried on his shoulder raised his face and looked at him in astonishment and vulnerability.

Song Sijin trembled in fear, such a serious event was too much for Song Sijin to bear.There is no bloodless political struggle involving the top rulers, let alone such a serious act as rebellion.

People will die, many, many people will die, and the blood shed will dye the entire palace red.

Song Sijin knew that he should scold these villains for being greedy and vicious, but now he couldn't do it. What's worse, he actually expected these villains to win.

The power struggle can't be stopped at all. Duan Lingyao is right. If he doesn't fight, he will be trampled on his feet, and he may even lose his life. Who can bear to scold him for his wolfish ambition in such a situation.

"Very dangerous." Duan Lingyao emphasized.

"What about the old lady?"

"Send them out of the city tomorrow, just in case the crown prince uses them to blackmail me. No matter what the outcome is, the old lady, as the eldest princess and the mother of Xin Guogong, will still return to Beijing. My mother and sister-in-law also have countless relatives. Their goals are too big , no matter where you go, you can’t escape, but you are different, you don’t have to die with me.”

Song Sijin shook his head subconsciously: "I have to stay."

He knew that the biggest secret in the world had unknowingly changed a part of the trajectory of his destiny, maybe he could help Duan Lingyao, even if the hope was slim, he wanted to do something.

Chu Yunxi survived, Yan Xuehui was imprisoned, the Holy Majesty did not have a doctor to treat him, the plot of the rebellion was advanced, and the prince was imprisoned in the palace. I am afraid that the plan of the third prince and Duan Lingyao could not be discovered in advance like in the original book.

It will be different, maybe it's just a last bit of effort to change your life another day, Song Sijin tightly grasped his trembling arm: "I won't go!"

Duan Lingyao emphasized his voice: "Think about your aunt."

Mother... Thinking of mother, Song Sijin took a deep breath: "If my mother knew that you were in danger and I was alone, she would not be happy. Now she and Mai Miao no longer need to be slaves and maidservants, and can stand upright in the world. In front of people, Mai Miao is smart and brave, and has been stronger than me since she was a child, maybe they can live better without me, so you send them away alone, don't use them as an issue."

He is so timid and stubborn, the last time he wanted to leave him, but this time he wanted to stay.

Duan Lingyao's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had eaten a whole jar of honey: "Brother Jin, if you keep doing this, I'm afraid people won't be able to wait until the inspection is over."

As if wanting to invade people to the end, his gaze was hotter than the candlelight, Song Sijin stepped back a little, leaning his back against the bookshelf: "You don't need to wait, I already have the answer."

"what is the answer?"

The gentle and jade-like young man lowered his eyes slightly: "I want to stay."

"not afraid?"

"Fear."

"Hahaha, are you afraid to stay?"

"want!"

This is the most moving promise Duan Lingyao has ever heard in his life. He evoked a charming smile, like the gorgeous machete on his waist, which was beautiful and sharp, approaching Song Sijin's fatal point little by little.

"You will regret this."

"will not."

"You will, one day you will realize that I am still a hopeless bastard, that I will lie and continue to bully you, and that no matter how hard you try to change someone like me, you will never become a real good man."

"I already knew that."

That person had already approached, and in the cold autumn night, his breathing was burning like fireworks, and he was instinctively feeling afraid, but his body trembled but there was nowhere to escape.

Duan Lingyao took a sudden step forward, squeezing out the last distance. He clasped his waist, and Song Sijin slammed back in shock. The bookshelf shook, and the books of sages and unofficial history fell to the ground.

The lips grind the lips, biting, entangled, and captured, they are indistinguishable from each other, melting heat.

"Even if I do this to you, don't you regret it?"

Amid the disordered breathing, Song Sijin couldn't tell right from wrong, and could only give an answer that came from his own heart: "I don't regret it."

"What about this?" The aggression will not stop at the surface, let alone a greedy and indulgent little devil.

Song Sijin only cares a little: "You can't be here, the book will be dirty."

Duan Lingyao's smile became brighter and brighter, the jade ring and the saber jingled, he was unruly: "But I just want to be here, brother Jin, this is me."

He always likes to violate the conventional etiquette and secular norms, and likes to be a reckless villain, who laughs when others cry, and is a complete jerk.

The youth who is as gorgeous as peaches and plums imprisoned Song Sijin firmly on the pile of books scattered all over the floor. On top of the rules and disciplines and the classics, his smile is thick and sweet, it is addictive drug, and he does not hide his instinctive aggressiveness : "To tell you the truth, I just like to watch you cry, and I just like to bully you. If you stay, you will either go to hell with me, or be bullied by me for the rest of your life! What, do you want to change your answer?"

A knife can never kill a puddle of water, let alone a stubborn bone in that puddle.

Under the continuous candlelight, Song Sijin lightly raised his eyes, like a ray of light shining directly into the heart of the young man, his invitation was also provocative: "No, you can't go too far... Also, close the door."

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