Dressed in ancient times to be a master of women's clothing

Next, Song Yu's short exile life in ancient times ended because he met Mo Gufei.

No longer living in the cramped bamboo house given to him by the old man Qin at the foot of the mountain, he moved directly to the resplendent side hall of the leader, facing the south. The open space was completely turned over and replaced with blooming flower branches. In the palace, there must be a grade.

"Young Master Song, the leader sent you two bolts of floral silk and two bolts of gold-faced satin to make clothes for you."

"Young Master Song, the leader gave you bird's nest and white fungus soup to moisten your throat."

"Young Master Song, the leader—"

"Okay, you can just release the ones that are brought here." Song Yu waved his hands with some headaches, and asked the attendants who filed in to find a way to release them, or send them back. Don't let him make up his mind.

The maidservant in charge had never seen the attitude of her own leader, so she couldn't help but say something more, "The leader is caring about you."

Song Yu nodded clearly, "Of course I know, just tell me if you care about me, these things are unnecessary."

After he finished speaking, the aura from outside the hall slowly enveloped him. Song Yu looked up and saw that it was Mo Gufei.

The man seemed to have let go of the cold, and said in a deep voice, "Then, I'll come and talk to you directly."

Song Yu smiled, put down the scroll in his hand and walked towards him, "Actually, there's no need to be so cautious and nice to me. I'm not the kind of woman who needs to be coaxed." Now that he knew his true gender, I am more used to getting along with him like a brother, instead of being respectful and treating myself well in every detail as before.

"The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring." He was naturally referring to the incident that saved him in the first place, but after such a long time, Song Yu had long looked down on it. I also have innumerable favors, so we are settled."

Although Mo Gufei is not what he used to be when he knew Song Yu, but his need for material things has always been indifferent. He seldom pays attention to the rich treasures in the teaching and the luxurious food and clothing, but when Song Yu comes, he can't bear it. Living like an animal wants to dig out the best in the nest and give it to the person who cherishes it the most. This can be said to be a way of expression for him, but this person doesn't want it, and he also said that he should settle with him.

The man in a black robe licked his dry lips. He was speechless for a moment, but just shook his head, "We can't be clear." The firmness and displeasure in his eyes almost made Song Yu think that he had offended him, and immediately put on a smile. Echoing: "Don't, it's not that I don't give you face, it's okay, I'll just accept it."

He picked up those objects and looked at them. Even if he didn't study them, he knew they were precious things. "Why are you so rich in the Demon Cult? It's only been a few days, and a peach grove has grown outside my window."

"Princess... Ayu, if you like it, you can stay forever." If he can keep the person in front of him, he doesn't mind presenting all the best for him.He can give what the palace can give, so there is no need for him to go back.

"No, it's not good to bother you all the time." Song Yu put down the white jade cup in his hand, and asked politely, "How is it? Is there any news? When can I go out?"

There was a flicker in Mo Gufei's eyes, but he finally shook his head, "King Fusui has sent more people, and there are many brutal killers among them. It is not suitable for you to leave here for half a step in the near future."

Song Yu's eyes showed disappointment, worried that Yin Huaiyu would really have to marry Song Yuyun, and also worried that he would get angry because of this matter, angering the Queen or the Holy Majesty.Although Mo Gufei still has secrets, Song Yu is the only one who trusts him the most at this moment. He subconsciously believes that this man will not harm him.

"Thank you for helping me find out, then I will continue to trouble you."

Mo Gufei's hand hanging by his side tightened, feeling guilty.The Princess has no doubts about his words, but sorry, Princess, I still lied to you.How could he be worthy of the princess's trust?

"Ayu, why don't you ask why I left you in the first place, and why I am a member of the Demon Cult."

His voice suddenly echoed softly in the quiet and bright hall, Song Yu was a little surprised, and then showed a long-awaited smile, "As long as you are willing to say."

Like close friends, the two sat on the soft bed, talked across the table, and talked about Song Yu's knots with a pot of warm tea.

"The confidential information of Fusui Prince's Mansion was stolen that day, and you disappeared without a trace. Is this the purpose of your approaching me?" This was also the big hat Liu Hanshan put on Mo Gufei at that time. I was speechless for a moment, and admitted with a calm face, but my heart was palpitating.

"I sincerely regard you as a benefactor. But after knowing that you were the princess of Pingle at that time, I did intend to cover up my identity and use your power to accomplish my goal... However, King Fusui is indeed not a good person. What I took away was not any confidential information, but evidence of his massacre of the village and collusion with his party members."

Song Yu was startled, "Tucun?" Mo Gufei nodded, frowning, "Exactly, the poison that pierced your body with thousands of arrows came from a poison master I taught, but after he left the teaching , lived in seclusion in Xinyang Village. This exquisite poison is a legacy, and the one who killed him was King Fusui who slaughtered the village after taking the poison."

"Why? He..." Song Yu knew that King Fusui was cruel and mercenary, and had a bad impression of him, but he didn't know that he would be so cruel. How could he be a prince who dared to do something at the feet of the emperor? Such a bold thing.

Mo Gufei tightened the teacup in his hand, "He was originally ordered to provide disaster relief, but what he did was contrary to the original intention of the court. It was only after I obtained the so-called confidential information that I learned that the original poison master only prepared your poison. After taking the antidote for a year, he was killed, fortunately, Ayu, you—"

Hearing this, Song Yu also had heart palpitations. Fortunately, he had detoxified in advance, otherwise he would still be dead after the deadline.

However, since King Fusui didn't know that he had been detoxified, if he wanted to kill him, he didn't need to go to great lengths to send out killers, he just needed to delay time.

Could it be Song Yuyun's idea to get news of his death immediately?When he was thinking wildly, Mo Gufei might be emotionally fluctuating because he was safe and sound at this time, so he couldn't help holding his hand, the rough and wide palm was full of hot temperature.

Song Yu patted the back of his hand, "It's okay, I'm still fine, and thank you for helping me detoxify. But did you sneak into the palace to avenge the poison master in the sect? And how did you become a poisoner?" ...Such a powerful leader? Didn't you say that you were down and out before? Now it's a counterattack?"

Facing Shang Song Yu's bright eyes full of inquiry, it was difficult for Mo Gufei to hide something in front of him, and he didn't mind sharing it with him, let alone let him understand himself, and even let him have a little bit of love between the two of them. Feeling closer.

"You may have heard that the massacre of Xinyang Village was rumored to be the work of the Demon Sect, but in fact, it was King Fusui who deliberately blamed my Sect for self-protection. Because my Sect has always had a bad reputation, Tu After what happened in the village, my sect became known as the Devil's Cult."

Mo Gufei paused, tightened Song Yu's hand, and found that there was worry and injustice in his eyes, and his brows and eyes stretched, "You and I first met when the members of my teaching were surrounded by elite soldiers from the imperial court. As a former The illegitimate son of the leader, the last Dharma protector, was seriously injured and came to find King Fusui. He originally wanted to kill him quickly, but I changed my mind..."

There was a trace of tenderness and serenity in his eyes, "When I found out that he was your father, I hesitated and planned to make a long-term plan, but when he abused you, I wanted to break those plans. I didn't kill him because I wanted to Let the truth come out, not just take his life."

Unexpectedly, the seemingly cold-faced and cold-hearted person in the past had such a delicate mind and took himself into consideration. Song Yu's heart softened all of a sudden. At the beginning, he traveled to the troubles and confusion of this ancient time, and because he met The people who brought him a lot of warmth and touch gradually disappeared.

"My teaching was once besieged by the elite soldiers of the imperial court, and everything was waiting to be done. The strange doctor of the Qin Dynasty praised me to take on the important task of revitalizing my teaching, but I was unwilling at first... But, in order for him to let go and detoxify you—"

Mo Gufei's words stopped abruptly, but Song Yu got an answer. No wonder Mo Gufei left suddenly before, and he got the prescription immediately. This is the reason why the man in front of him silently paid for him.

Noticing that Mo Gufei still had the brocade pouch he gave him when he was leaving, Song Yu put his eyes on it. The brocade bag seemed to be touched a lot, and it was already a bit old. It can be guessed that the owner cherished it very much. of.

Perhaps in the past, Song Yu would not find it weird to care about these things too much. Instead, he would hug him and call him a good brother. But after Lin Zhanfeng, a former good brother, confessed and agreed to Yin Huaiyu's marriage proposal, he Stupid, but also subtly sensitive.

"Brother Mo, this kit is old. It would be a loss to the leader to wear it on you. Throw it away." As he spoke, Song Yu pushed aside the hand that had been holding him, reached out and took it off, Mo Gufei But a little worried, "No, this is your wish, even if it is old, it should be kept as a souvenir."

The author has something to say: I have been so busy recently that I forgot to post it because I thought no one would read it. Hey, I’m sorry, I’m back