Song Qing never expected that Zhao Shicheng was actually the King of Beijing in Dream of the Red Chamber, but after thinking about it, he soon became relieved. After all, Zhao Shicheng is a royal family, and it is normal to be named a county king.
"King of Beijing, King of Beijing..." Song Qing was amazed from the bottom of her heart. After all, King of Beijing was known as the perfect male god in the Red Mansion. king.
Looking at Zhao Shicheng, and then at Lin Daiyu who is not far away, Song Qing shook her head and couldn't help but laugh: at least in this world, the two should have nothing to do with each other.
"It turns out that Brother Zhao is the King of Jingjing. Last time in Shenyuan, he really didn't know Mount Tai." Song Qing smiled and cupped her hands, wondering at the same time, why did he marry a second-married woman as a majestic king of the county? Could this be the legendary true love
"Brother Song, why bother to see outsiders like this..." Hearing that the other party's address meant closeness, Zhao Shicheng couldn't help being greatly appreciated, and his tone became affectionate.
After several people stood together and greeted for a while, Song Qing led them into the room. After all, all the dignitaries in the court should have come, and no one else needed him to stand here to greet them.
While chatting with the group of people, Huang Rong suddenly passed by his side and said to him in a low voice, "I have something to tell you."
Song Qing looked up and saw that Huang Rong had already walked away, and there was no sign of abnormality on her body. If he hadn't been sure of his hearing, he would have thought he had heard it wrong.
Finding a chance, Song Qing left the crowd, and cautiously chased in the direction where Huang Rong left just now, wondering what she wanted to tell her, was it to relive old dreams with herself
Thinking of the excitement, he couldn't help but smirked, but quickly shook his head, knowing that this was absolutely impossible and only existed in himself.
Came to a secluded place in the garden, a graceful young woman was standing in a daze in front of a bush of roses, the faint moonlight was like a veil on her face, she really was more delicate than a flower.
"Rong'er~" Song Qing walked over and couldn't help shouting.
The graceful young woman was naturally Huang Rong. Hearing his voice, she turned her head and replied indifferently: "I hope King Qi will respect himself."
Song Qing couldn't help but wryly smiled: "I don't know what the leader Huang wants from me?"
Huang Rong didn't answer directly, but looked around curiously: "Why didn't you see that sister Xing last time?" The stunningly beautiful woman last time left a very deep impression on her. Well, she has seen many beauties, but this is the first time she has seen such beautiful beauties.
Thinking of Song Qing being accompanied by such a beautiful woman, the relationship between the two seemed to be quite close, for some reason, Huang Rong felt extremely upset, she really was a lustful apprentice.
"She has something to leave for a few days," Song Qing couldn't help laughing, "Boss Huang called me out just to ask this?"
Huang Rong blushed slightly: "Of course not!" After hesitating for a while, she said, "Can I ask you something?"
Song Qing was taken aback, then a little flattered, and said with a wry smile: "Why are you so out of touch, with the relationship between the two of us, is there anything I won't agree to?"
Huang Rong couldn't help but spit: "Who has anything to do with you!"
Song Qing looked at her for a while, then shrugged: "If you say there is no, then there is no."
The other party's gaze seemed to be real, Huang Rong felt a little hot all over her body, and couldn't help but recall certain scenes that happened in the Kingdom of Jin, and finally calmed down: "I just want to ask you not to do anything unfavorable to Brother Jing. "
Song Qing was taken aback: "Why did you suddenly think of saying this?"
"Don't worry about it," Huang Rong bit her lip, "Do you agree?"
Song Qing was silent for a while and nodded: "Guo Daxia serves the country and the people, he is a great chivalrous man, everyone in the world admires him, how can I harm him madly."
"Thank you." Huang Rong was secretly relieved to hear his sincere tone.
The reason why she came to Song Qing to ask for this promise was because she learned about the martial arts contest from Jia Sidao before, and she analyzed very keenly that no matter whether it was Jia Sidao or Han Tuozhou, in order to ensure that they were sure, they would never let the two People compete fairly.
She doesn't have to worry about what Jia Sidao wants to do here, it's in the interests of Brother Jing anyway, she has never been a silly and sweet virgin, and she will not refuse Jia Sidao's secret help in a pedantic way; On defense, Huang Rong thought about it, and was most worried that Han Tuozhou would invite Song Qing, who had a close relationship, to take action. Although brother Jing's martial arts are very powerful, there is still a gap compared to Song Qing, an inhuman.
Even though she didn't want to have any more contact with Song Qing, Huang Rong still bit the bullet and came to him. Now that she got his promise, Huang Rong's heart finally fell. For his own resourcefulness, Han Yuzhou's out-of-the-box tricks are destined to be useless.
After thanking her, Huang Rong turned around and left. Song Qing subconsciously grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing?" Feeling the warmth of the opponent's palm, Huang Rong was both ashamed and angry.
Song Qing said depressedly: "Rong'er, why are you so unfeeling? We have done more intimate things, so what if we hold hands?"
Hearing him mention the matter of Jin Guo, Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became a little short, but now her reason has already prevailed: "Let go, there are so many people here today, if someone sees us, none of us can do anything." Be human."
"It doesn't matter, at worst, I, the king of Qi, will not do it." Song Qing looked at her with a smile, still not letting go.
"You're shameless, I want more!" Huang Rong blushed and spat. Although the other party's attitude of willing to give up everything for her moved her a bit, that was all. There is no ending for the two of them, not to mention that the one she loves the most is still brother Jing, and the man in front of her is just a bottle... a bottle of sweet poison.
"Don't worry, with my martial arts, I will know in advance only if there are people around." Song Qing comforted.
Huang Rong glared at her: "You said before that you would stop disturbing my life, how can a man not count his words? Don't make me look down on you!"
Seeing her resolute attitude, Song Qing also knew that she couldn't force it, so she had to smile wryly: "You answer me a question first, and I'll let you go."
"What's the question?" Huang Rong pursed her lips. She was worried that if she kept pestering him here, she would be seen by others. As long as she could get rid of him as soon as possible, she would answer ten questions quickly, not to mention one.
Song Qing's eyes fell on her slightly raised belly: "The child in your belly..."
Huang Rong immediately interrupted him: "Don't think about it, it's not yours."
A trace of desolation flashed across Song Qing's face, and she let go of her hand and said: "I just want to ask how your health is, whether the pregnancy reaction is serious, and whether you like eating sour food. Send me some plums..."
Seeing that his mother-in-law and mother-in-law were even more verbose than the old lady, the resentment in Huang Rong's heart eased a bit for the first time, and her tone was softer than before: "Don't worry, I am a martial arts practitioner after all, not those delicate daughters, I am in good health Very...you don't have to send plums, you should always avoid suspicion... "
Feeling that her tone was not as blunt as before, Song Qing was overjoyed, and the two chatted a few more casual words. The communication was much more normal than before. Although it wasn't very close, at least it wasn't as deliberately alienated as it was not long ago.
Guessing that the banquet was about to start, the two just returned to the hall calmly one after the other.
Song Qing didn't deliberately arrange it, but everyone seemed to be able to find their own positions with a tacit understanding. Except for Song Qing himself at the main table, King Yi and King Beijing must be sitting at the main table. Sitting here, for example, Han Tuozhou, the political adviser, Jia Sidao, the privy envoy, Chen Ziqiang, the prime minister, and Miyuan, the imperial censor.
Several other heavyweights, such as Shen Zhizhengshi Wu Qian, Xue Ji, etc., all sat at the deputy table automatically. Although their positions were the same as Han Yuzhou, Han Yuzhou was ranked first among many political affairs advisers. In terms of power and real power Both are much older than the two of them.
Surprisingly, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and his wife, as well as Linghu Chong, were dragged by them to sit at the main table. Firstly, they had a very high reputation. Secondly, everyone knew that they would be the protagonists of the next contest. No one has the slightest objection.
Beginning with Han Yuzhou, a group of people toasted Song Qing to congratulate him on being promoted to king of Qi, and then there was a flurry of toasting, and the group of people were a little drunk.
At this moment, a group of maids began to serve a new round of dishes. Looking at a slender maid among them, Huang Rong curled her lips secretly. Song Qing is indeed a lecher, even the maids in the house are so outstanding. Although she can't see the maid's appearance clearly, But with this slim and moving figure, she must also be very beautiful.
The maid lowered her head and put a plate of food from Song Qing's side, Huang Rong suddenly frowned, Song Qing is now sitting at the master seat, how can there be a maid who is so ignorant to serve food next to the master seat
Song Qing was chatting with the people nearby, apparently no one noticed anything unusual. Suddenly a cold light flashed, and the maid suddenly pulled out a dagger from under the plate and stabbed Song Qing's chest fiercely.
"Be careful!" Because Huang Rong was suspicious from the very beginning, she was the first to react. Subconsciously, she grabbed a wine glass and shot it with a snap of her fingers. Although her skill was not as good as Huang Yaoshi's, the wine glass she shot was powerful Still not to be underestimated.
The wine glass hit the hand of the maid, and the maid stopped for a moment, and then continued to stab Song Qing. But Song Qing looked at the maid, as if she hadn't recovered from the shock, she didn't take any defensive action...
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