After being dedicated to the villain

Chapter 20

The two talked all the way, Song Sijin regarded Lan Chi as a new friend, he was unprepared, he said whatever he asked, and almost turned his past upside down.

The more Song Sijin spoke, the lower his voice, because Lan Chi's expression didn't look good, as if he was angry.

Could it be that he is too annoying... Song Sijin reflected on it, and found that he was too good at chatting, mainly because his friends were really few, so few that no one would listen to him talking so much.

Song Sijin sent him to the door, twirling his fingers: "Am I too annoying?"

At this moment, Lan Chi slowly came back to his senses and showed a smile: "No."

"That's good." Song Sijin cherished this friend very much, and hurriedly said, "But there is something else I can help you with, just tell me."

He was referring to helping Lan Chi seduce Duan Lingyao, but Lan Chi said: "I heard that you made a wood carving for the young man. I saw it in his room last night. I thought it was something else, but I didn't expect it to be you." , the wood carving is placed on the bedside, it seems that the little prince still likes you very much."

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Song Sijin felt a little depressed: "No, he wanted my little wooden man to vent his anger."

Lan Chi's expression was a little strange: "Is that so?"

"Yeah!" Song Sijin said in a low voice, "The sage sent General Zhao to watch him and not let him do too bad things, so he wants to find someone to vent his anger on. Lan Chi, don't mind."

Lan Chi hesitated to speak, then thought about it, maybe Song Sijin thought it would be better, so he didn't say anything more, but said: "I don't mind, maybe I really don't have a fate with the young master, and I'm tired I don’t want to force anything anymore. I said this because I want you to carve one for me.”

It turned out to be like this. Although Lan Chi gave up Duan Lingyao so quickly, Song Sijin was a little puzzled, but he still agreed: "What do you want?"

Speaking of this, Lan Chi still hesitated.

Song Sijin then said: "I want to carve you, you look good, and I'm sure you'll look good when carved."

Lan Chi smiled: "Okay, then carve me."

After seeing off Song Sijin, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the smile on Lan Chi's face disappeared. He went to the table and spread paper and ink, and quickly wrote a small note with a pen.

There were very few words on the letter, and when it was rolled up it was no bigger than a little finger. Taking advantage of people not paying attention, he walked to the corner of Beppu and blew his whistle softly.

After a while, a pigeon landed. Lan Chi stuffed the envelope into the small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg, watched it fly away, and then let out a sigh of relief.

-

Song Sijin has been very busy these two days. He has to learn the piano with Lan Chi, go to Duan Lingyao's place for daily reports, and carve small wooden figures in his spare time.

For some unknown reason recently, Lan has been getting up early to practice the piano, and sometimes she wakes up late with sleepiness all over her face.

Song Sijin very much suspected that he was too stupid to make Lan Chi tired.

And since the young master missed the appointment that night, Lan Chi seemed to be disheartened. Unless the young master took the initiative to summon him, he never took a step to Qixia courtyard.

Although the agreement was voided and Lan Chi could no longer help him share the pressure from Duan Lingyao, the joy of having a new friend still made Song Sijin smile more.

He looks good recently, and he can't help but feel more relaxed when facing Duan Lingyao, besides, Duan Lingyao has been very approachable to him during this time, sometimes, he can be said to be so nice that Song Sijin panics.

At least he has never seen Duan Lingyao serving food for others, but he enjoys this treatment himself.

He had no one to confide in, only Lan Chi, and Lan Chi was silent for a long time before saying: "He is the most unpredictable person. Treating you well for a while does not mean that he will be good in the future."

Song Sijin felt that what he said was very reasonable, once Duan Lingyao turned his face, he would have no power to fight back.

"you are right."

"How are you going?"

"..." Song Sijin was helpless, "I don't know."

Sometimes muddling along is not because people are lazy, but because they have no other choice.

A few days after getting better, Da Zhuang suddenly told Song Sijin that Master Song wanted to meet him in private.

Song Sijin didn't understand: "Why? I've worked very hard these days. The little father-in-law treats me very... doting, doting, I've completed the task."

Although "working hard" is a bit watery, judging from the results, it can be regarded as fulfilling Master Song's expectations. What else does he want?

Of course, Da Zhuang didn't know what was going on, and continued to issue notices unmoved. Song Sijin had no choice but to get up in the middle of the night and secretly meet with Master Song at the dog hole in the backyard.

The dog hole is small and short, and the two squatted on both sides of the hole to communicate.

"Si Jin, I heard that the little father-in-law loves you very much recently, you have to beg him to do a little favor for our family!"

In the middle of the night, when the dew was heavy, Song Sijin put his arms around his clothes and asked, "What do you want to help?"

Master Song said: "Recently, a villain in the dark stole our family's account books. The magistrate is sending people to investigate the family's business. I hate that no one in the family is available. If you don't ask the young man to do it, I'm afraid it will be big. Hurt."

Song Sijin listened with a dazed expression, not knowing what to be afraid of, but still complied.

The main thing is that it shouldn’t and won’t work.

Master Song was not so naive, he thought Song Sijin could do it by blowing on the pillow, so he lay down on the ground, reached into the dog hole and handed Song Sijin an envelope.

Song Sijin asked: "What is this?"

Master Song said: "Here is a tribute to the little father-in-law. I heard that he is interested in cotton cakes recently. In addition to the bank notes, there are also the land deed of the pastry shop and the prescription for cotton cakes. You must remember the words Convey well, but what should not be said, not too much!"

"..." Song Sijin asked softly, "What should I not say?"

Master Song was rather annoyed: "Idiot, of course it's about cotton cakes, as long as I ask you, just say I don't know."

It turned out to be like this, Song Sijin understood, but he still didn't understand another thing: "Why didn't you tell him these things in person, I usually don't have much to say in front of him."

Master Song said quietly: "Young Master said that he was actually serious that day, but he didn't want to force the old man. He said that he was afraid that he would not be able to resist seeing the old man, so he refused to let the old man in again."

"..."

Song Sijin stood up in a daze, walked a few steps, couldn't help but go back to the dog cave and said, "Why don't you force it."

There was no sound outside the cave, Master Song had already left.

Song Sijin really felt a pity.

-

After dawn, Song Sijin went to Duan Lingyao to say good things as Master Song taught, and then took out the envelope to honor him.

Faced with this incident, Duan Lingyao wasn't surprised at all. He opened the envelope with a smile, and counted the bank notes and deeds inside one by one.

Song Sijin watched eagerly, hoping that Duan Lingyao would agree quickly, otherwise he would be threatened by Master Song again.

"My lord, can you?"

"Sure." Duan Lingyao said briskly, "Don't worry, I'll ask someone to tell the magistrate that there is no need to investigate."

This sounded a little weird, but before Song Sijin could figure it out, a stack of thin paper was handed in front of him, and he took it over to see that it was the land deed of Song's pastry shop and the personal deeds of the guys, and Cotton cake recipe.

"Young master?" Song Sijin raised his head in confusion.

"Yours."

When he said this, Duan Lingyao was dancing in the beam of light coming in through the window, Duan Lingyao's gorgeous facial features were illuminated softly and purely, the corners of his lips were curved, and the dimples on his cheeks were faintly visible.

"why?"

Duan Lingyao tapped Song Sijin's head with his toes, "Why are there so many nonsense, take it if I give it to you."

Song Sijin was really happy to get these things, but: "This is for you."

"Since it's for me, it's mine. I can give my things to whoever I like." Duan Lingyao said impatiently, "I don't stay in Changxi City, so I don't like this little thing."

It turned out that this was the case, Song Sijin felt relieved.

He bit his lip and smiled, and decided to return one size to another.It's Mr. Song's business to ask Duan Lingyao, and it's his business for Duan Lingyao to give him something, because these things happen to be what Song Sijin wants.

At the age of 16, Song Sijin's sanity gradually cleared up. At that time, some memories dimly awakened. His brain was about to explode every night when he recalled.

He recalled the key to making cakes, one is the fluffy egg whites, the other is the high temperature of baking, and then he tried several times by himself, tired and sore arms, and finally succeeded in making the cake.

But soon it was no longer Song Sijin's property alone. Song Sijin's bakery was booming, and Song Sijin was ordered not to spread the recipe to the outside world, let alone sell it privately, because the cake... no, it has been renamed Cotton cakes, cotton cakes will become the unique signature of Song's Bakery, except for Song's Bakery, it is not allowed to spread to the outside world.

Since then, the foolish Song Sijin understood a truth, as long as he could not leave the Song family, he would have nothing that truly belonged to him.

Originally, he thought that he would have a better chance of leaving the Song family after getting married. With Song Sijin's conditions, it would be difficult to find a regular marriage, but at worst, he would marry in...and ended up being given to Duan Lingyao.

Regardless of whether Duan Lingyao did it on purpose or not, and regardless of whether he was clear about the inside story, in the third year when Song Sijin refused to eat cake, fate took a turn and returned what was taken away from him in a way Song Sijin did not expect. over him.

So Song Sijin said seriously: "Thank you."

Duan Lingyao opened his mouth, his face was a little pink, a little uncomfortable, but he pretended to be arrogant: "You really should thank me."

I don't quite understand it, but I feel there is something in the words.

Song Sijin became more and more confused.

Duan Lingyao jumped to sit on the table, looked up at Song Sijin, his calf swayed, and his toes would touch Song Sijin's knee from time to time.

He told the truth with a little awkwardness and a little bit of a whisper.

"Song's account book was stolen by me."

Song Sijin: "..."

Duan Lingyao was very rampant: "I just asked someone to show up in front of the magistrate, and he moved his hands knowingly, carefully speaking, nothing else is considered my order."

"Why?" Song Sijin really wanted to know, and at the same time was a little worried and afraid. Duan Lingyao disliked the Song family so soon, so was he still far from being buried alive?

Suddenly Master Song's face flashed in his mind, Song Sijin quickly said: "If you like Master Song, tell him again, he will definitely agree."

"Hahaha!"

As if hearing something extremely funny, Duan Lingyao burst into laughter: "I don't like old things like him, it's annoying to watch!"

Song Sijin: "Huh?" It turned out that he was playing tricks again.

"Then why?"

Song Sijin asked Duan Lingyao the third why today, but it was unnecessary, even if he didn't ask, it was all revealed on his face.

Duan Lingyao raised one foot, stepped on his knee lightly, looked up with two small hooks in his eyes, his thick and curly eyelashes fluttered, and it was indescribably agitated.

"Guess, guess quickly." Duan Lingyao urged him, with a rustling sound at the end.

Song Sijin had no choice but to give an answer that he thought was unlikely: "Money?"

In fact, the government of Xinguo is much richer than the Song family, Duan Lingyao would never do this for money, but apart from this, he can't think of anything else.

This answer is indeed wrong.

Duan Lingyao stared at him fiercely with small hooked eyes, his ruddy mouth pouted, and his sugar-laced voice suddenly became fierce, and he said unhappily, "You're stupid, forget it!"

So Song Sijin took a stack of the most wealth he had obtained so far in this life, and was kicked out of the house in a daze.

"My lord, are you angry? I'm sorry."

Song Sijin whispered to the window, he was a little afraid of him being angry, although he was not as scared at first, after waiting for a while, before the person inside the door responded, he still said softly: "Thank you."

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-1617:58:16-2022-07-1717:49:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 2 Beizhao; 1 holowin and Jiang Tang;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Love Who; 9 bottles of Beizhao; 1 bottle of Jiang Xinyue;

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