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

Chapter 91

Song Yu felt a little flattered, and touched his feathers affectionately. Old man Qin was puzzled and surprised.

This little You is not a domesticated docile bird, but a mighty and swift falcon capable of killing enemies in battle. He is fierce and indifferent to strangers, so why does he act like he is like his master?

"Since Xiaoyou is willing to get close to you, that's just right. You can follow Xiaoyou and send me the newly made medicine up the mountain to the leader. I don't have any legs, so it doesn't take much effort."

The old man Qin gave the medicine to Song Yu. This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to get a new map. Song Yu immediately agreed, carrying a wooden box on his back to protect the medicine safely, and followed Xiao You, who was acting as a tour guide, to go up. up the mountain.

The mountain of the Demon Cult looks majestic, and it takes more time to walk. Song Yu’s internal injuries are still not healed, and he didn’t use the lightness kung fu. He was panting and rushed on the road. On the way, he also encountered many strange people, some of whom smelled like blood. They looked like they had just killed someone, and some had purple skin and crazy expressions, like people who have gone crazy in cultivation.

Song Yu was like a little white rabbit in front of these real magicians. If Xiaoyou hadn't been by his side to clear the way for him, Song Yu would have been captured and eaten alive.

He walked all the way until dark before arriving in front of the hall where the leader was, and he understood very well why old man Qin didn't want to come by himself.

Before he had time to catch his breath, the woman who looked like a steward guarding the temple gate grabbed him, "The leader has a heartache! Come with me!"

There was the sound of pedaling footsteps, and Song Yu's heart was beating wildly. He grabbed the wooden box and quickly followed her in.

In the extremely luxurious, yet somewhat cold and gloomy palace, Song Yu stepped across the thresholds, and finally in a dim room, saw a man leaning on a high seat, clutching his chest.

The light in the room was extremely dim, but Song Yu recognized who this person was only by the firm face and deep eyes. For a moment, his whole body was a little stiff, and he didn't know how he got out of the wood. Take out the medicine from the box and give it to the stewardess.

Long time no see, he has changed a lot, but it seems like nothing has changed.From the simple attire of the guards to the luxurious black and gold robes, from the little-known guard A Fei to the leader of the Demon Cult who can deter all corners of the world.

But his brows and eyes were still so quiet and introverted, mixed with a trace of deep melancholy.It was as if, no matter whether he was a bodyguard or the leader of the Demon Cult, he still had some regrets and could not get what he wanted.

The man quickly swallowed the medicine deftly, mobilized the surging internal force, calmed down for a moment, inadvertently looked up and saw the person who delivered the medicine, the pain in his heart suddenly disappeared at this moment.

I don't know if it was because of the effect of the medicine, or because I saw the person in front of me.

"You...you are... the princess?" The usually steady voice unconsciously carried a tremor, which aroused the attention of others.

Song Yu is wearing the men's clothing of an ordinary servant at this time, without any trace of powder, black or rouge, and his face is clean and fair, naturally without the gorgeous eyebrows and makeup. The facial features and bones seem to be similar, but the difference in gender, and his identity But it made him hesitate.

Song Yu lowered his eyes and used a male voice, trying to make the difference bigger: "I'm not a princess." In my impression, the reliable man who looks like the brother next door has such a prominent identity, too much The question made Song Yu temporarily unable to tell whether it was good or bad to recognize him, and he didn't know if he would have other plans for him.

Seeing Mo Gufei's agitated expression, the stewardess was the culprit who was the boy who delivered the medicine, so she drove him away immediately.

"Okay, don't disturb our leader's rest, let's go."

"Wait!" Mo Gufei rubbed his confused brain, murmured, and pointed at him, "You, stay by my side." Then, he closed his eyes and fell over, as if it was a side effect of his medication.

In this religion, the leader said one thing and no one would disobey it. When Mo Gufei ordered this, the stewardess immediately understood and did not let him go back, leaving Song Yu behind.

So Song Yu changed from a medicine boy to an attendant in front of the palace.When he entered Mo Gufei's room with tea and pastries under the sharp eyes of the housekeeper, he felt uneasy but also subtle.

In the past, he was the master and Mo Gufei was a servant, but today is different, he wants to serve this master.

The man in a luxurious black robe has already woken up, sitting on the edge of the bed like a sculpture, holding a sachet tightly in his hand, stroking and playing with it like some precious jade, but this small thing seems to be often used , so they are all a little threadbare and look half-worn.

This sachet was made by Song Yu himself before he left, and he was very familiar with the medicinal materials and fragrance inside. Remembering that Mo Gufei once gave him a piece of blood jade to protect him from disasters, Song Yu He squeezed the pendant on his chest tightly.

Mo Gufei stared at Song Yu who was silent in the dark, and suddenly called out: "Princess."

"Master, you've got the wrong person."

Mo Gufei frowned, squeezed the sachet in his hand, and muttered to himself in a daze: "That's right... the princess is going to marry the prince, how could she come to see me?"

The disappointment in his tone moved Song Yu's heart, and he seemed to be infected by the melancholy in it. When he thought that Yin Huaiyu might marry that fierce woman Song Yuyun, his liver ached, and he wanted to ask Mo Gufei to read it For past affection, send him to see Yin Huaiyu.

If he is the leader now, he must have the ability to fulfill his greatest wish at this time.

"Actually—" just as Song Yu opened his mouth, Mo Gufei held his wrist, with deep eyes, "Princess, I told myself that I will never see you again, and I will never miss you again, but you have thrown yourself into a trap. "

"Huh? Didn't you admit that I'm not the princess?" Song Yu's eyes widened, not knowing whether Mo Gufei recognized him or not.

The man pursed his lips, touched his wrist all the way down, and said softly: "Your martial arts... I was the first to teach you. So your breathing, luck, weight, I can no longer be familiar with it."

Song Yu broke away from his hand, curled his lips in self-indulgence, knowing that it was not so easy to deceive this man.There was a trace of relief and relaxation in his heart, and fortunately, Mo Gufei still seemed to have a lot of affection for him, and he did not forget their past, and he really became the cold-blooded and tyrannical leader of the Demon Cult.

"You don't have anything to ask? For example, my gender and identity?"

Mo Gufei shook his head, "I have noticed the princess's anomaly long ago, these are not important, whether you are male or female, you--" He paused, did not continue, and changed the subject: "But , I am indeed curious about why you appear here."

"I really want to know? Then after I tell you, you have to do me a favor." Song Yu's vivid eyes and the pleading in them made Mo Gufei immediately nod his head, and the corners of his mouth raised an inconspicuous arc, "I said, I'm willing to go through fire and water for you, so it's nothing like a favor."

"That... how can you count, you are the leader now." Song Yu only regarded the sentence when he swore the oath as his bodyguard as a routine line, and never expected that anyone would go through fire and water seriously for him, but recalled Mo Gufei gave him silently, and Song Yu believed that he took this sentence seriously.

Mo Gufei frowned slightly, as if the apex of his heart had been stabbed a little, as if his identities separated them again, "In the eyes of others, I am the leader, but in front of you, I am A Fei, so...you might as well trust me and tell me I am your concern."

With these words, Song Yu was relieved, and when he said that he was threatened to be Song Yuyun's substitute, and was hunted down to this point, a storm seemed to be brewing in Mo Gufei's eyes, "Princess, I will attack you Yes, from the Wulin League?"

"Maybe, but don't worry, you don't need to avenge me. He was also instigated by others, and it's useless to vent his anger on him. Can you...can you send me to the palace, or Wang Cheng and Yin Huaiyu meet?"

Song Yu licked his dry lips nervously, and the yearning and inadvertent eagerness for someone revealed in his eyes made Mo Gufei's heart slightly cold, as if he understood something.

"This matter is not urgent. We don't know if there are still people chasing and killing you for the time being. Therefore, you can stay with me at ease during this period. We will discuss it after I send someone out to investigate the good news. You don't want to invite people on the way." Let’s get people’s attention.” His words were reliable and safe, and Song Yu also nodded.

But from a selfish point of view, Mo Gufei didn't want to help.It can even be said that when the matter has developed to this point, it would be good if the crown prince really married Song Yuyun. The knot in his heart that had been pent up since he knew that the county chief married someone else seemed to be relieved.

Song Yu seemed to have found a sense of familiarity in Mo Gufei again, and finally showed a long-lost smile, waved his hand, "Don't call me the princess, it's weird, I'm not."

"Well, okay, it's up to you." The princess is going to marry the prince, but the person in his heart is not the real princess.

"My name is Song Yu. If you like, you can call me Xiaoyu, Ayu, whatever."

"Song Yu?"

"No, it's this one, Riheli..." Song Yu pulled Mo Gufei's palm, and wrote it stroke by stroke on the generous and somewhat rough palm. The heat of his fingertips seemed to be in his heart at the same time It was hot and itchy as well, and Mo Gufei's retracted palm tightened.

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