Song Qingshu just heard the group of maids bragging about this Mr. Laoshi, so he couldn't stop joking in his heart. At the same time, he also wanted to see what kind of character he was.
I saw a young man in brocade clothes stepping in leisurely, tied with multicolored silk and knotted with long tassels, covered with azurite and flowered Japanese forged fringe jacket, and wearing small green satin and powder-soled court boots.
The short ones around the head are all formed into small braids. The red silk ends and is gathered to the top and middle tire. A big braid is always braided. It is as black as lacquer. Eight-treasure pendant horns, wearing a silver-red flowered semi-old coat, still wearing a collar, precious jade, name lock, amulet, etc., half exposed pine flower flowered satin trouser legs, brocade-edged elastic ink socks, and thick-soled red shoes. The face looks more like a powder, the lips are fat and passionate, and the language is like a smile. A natural charm, full of all kinds of emotions in life on the brows, all piled up in the corners of the eyes. Judging from its appearance, it is the most excellent, but it is difficult to know its details.
"What a...a young master with pink makeup and jade." Song Qingshu was dumbfounded, and after thinking for a long time, he could only think of such a word to describe him.
Song Qingshu had to admit that this young man was indeed handsome, but his body was too rouge. With his current eyesight, he could tell that the other party was definitely not a woman disguised as a man, but a real man. The man is full of makeup, either sissy, or has a strange temperament, such as Dongfang Bubai back then. But this young man has a powdery look on his body, but it doesn't make people disgusted. On the contrary, he feels that it fits his own temperament very well.
Seeing so many precious ornaments hanging on his body, Song Qingshu could feel how much he was favored at home. It was definitely the feeling that he would be afraid of falling if he held it in his hand and would melt in his mouth.
Although Song Qingshu also admitted that this man was indeed handsome and romantic, he still didn't think so in his heart: "It's better for a man to be more masculine."
When the handsome young man saw Zhou Zhiruo in the room, his eyes lit up immediately: "Sister is really beautiful, the ancient Diaochan Xishi would feel ashamed in front of her..."
Song Qingshu was terrified to hear a bunch of nasty compliments, thinking that he was already good at coaxing women, but compared with the kid below, he was nothing compared to the big guy.
His mouth is not only smeared with honey, but he is blowing up the hype without conscience. Although Zhou Zhiruo is beautiful, it would be an exaggeration to say that she is better than Diaochan and Xishi.
The group of maids were quite knowledgeable, and when they saw that the young master had struck up a conversation with Zhou Zhiruo, they no longer stayed behind as light bulbs, but secretly exchanged glances, quietly exited the house, and finally closed the door for the two of them intimately.
Song Qingshu was secretly angry when he saw it, these maidservants are really hateful!
"Diao Chan Xi Shi?" Zhou Zhiruo snorted softly, her tone full of sarcasm, "Is this all you guys use to trick girls?"
"Heaven and earth conscience, if it wasn't for my sister's stunning beauty, how could I say such a thing?" The young master stretched out his hand and swore, "If I had said a lie just now, I would have to die!"
Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes, thinking that he wanted you to stand f1ag indiscriminately, and if you do something wrong later, he will immediately make your vow come true.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly: "It's really frivolous."
Who knew that the young man smiled instead of anger, and leaned forward with a salivating face: "How does my sister know that the elders of my family also commented on me like this? It seems that we are indeed destined by nature."
Zhou Zhiruo's skirt fluttered, and she kept a distance from the other party without showing any trace, and asked tentatively: "It seems that the young master is very afraid of the elders in the family?"
Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo knew how to protect himself, Song Qingshu withdrew his hand. Now that he had figured out that Zhou Zhiruo was tricking her, he was not in a hurry to bother her.
Hearing her mentioning the elders in the family, the young man's eyes obviously showed a bit of fear, but he quickly covered it up, and said with a laugh: "Filial piety is the first, and respect for the elders in the family should also be respected."
"Everyone on this island seems to be afraid of you. You must be very noble, right?" Zhou Zhiruo continued to probe.
"Nowadays, it's too bad to talk about these things." The young man was a little impatient with her questions one after another, and he opened his arms and wanted to come over and hug her. Make me feel comfortable, I can answer you any questions my sister has."
Song Qingshu sneered in his heart, he thought he was a good son in troubled times, but he didn't expect that he was still a prostitute in essence, so he met him so soon, naturally he couldn't just sit back and watch the other party frivolous Zhou Zhiruo, and planned to make a move with a little luck.
Seeing the young master rushing towards him with his arms outstretched, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flickered coldly, and his index finger in his sleeve opened slightly, obviously he was really angry and planned to use the extremely powerful Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
At this moment, there was a sudden click, and a figure in black jumped in from the window like lightning, and pressed his palm on the back of the young man's heart. The young man still had a sweet smile on his face, and suddenly the whole body The person fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.
Seeing that the man in black was about to hit him, he didn't stay any longer. He jumped out of the room like a ghost, and disappeared into the night without a sound, leaving only the two people in the room stunned.
Whether it was Song Qingshu or Zhou Zhiruo, they had originally planned to attack that young master, so when they saw the man in black rushing in to attack him, their first reaction was to regard him as an ally. How could he know that he was so vicious and wanted to kill him in an instant? The life of Young Master Jinyi. When the two reacted, the man had disappeared without a trace.
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly realized something, her expression changed drastically, and she was about to chase after her, when suddenly there was a noise from the yard outside:
"There are assassins, there are assassins!"
"Go and see how the young man is doing?"
Hearing a group of people running towards this side, Zhou Zhiruo yelled secretly, she knew that this young man in brocade clothes had a lot to do with him, and now that he died in his own room, he wouldn't be able to clean himself up by jumping into the Yellow River. Even if the truth is told, the people of Xia Ke Island may not believe it, they will definitely capture her first, and then torture her severely.
How could Zhou Zhiruo want to sit still, she gritted her teeth, and was about to break out desperately when a hand was gently pressed on her shoulder, she couldn't help but turn pale, and when she was about to fight back, she heard a familiar voice:
"Zhiruo, it's me!"
Zhou Zhiruo turned her head in disbelief, looked at the familiar smile of the man in front of her, and couldn't help trembling: "Qingshu?"
"I'll talk about other things later." Song Qingshu lightly pressed her lips, and at the same time flicked his sleeves, closed the open window, then hurried to the corpse of the young man in brocade clothes and squatted down, using his internal force to close the window in his hands. The mask was smoothed and stuck to the opponent's face.
At this time, the people from Xia Ke Island had already rushed to the door, and began to knock on the door: "My lord, my lord?"
Song Qingshu hurriedly motioned to Zhou Zhiruo and said, "!"
"Ah?" Zhou Zhiruo's fair face was instantly stained with a blush.