Song Qingshu had just run a few steps when he kicked garlic and threw himself on the ground. Fortunately, the guards around him had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and they supported him so that his face would not come into close contact with the earth. It's just this tossing, the drunkenness rose, and Song Qingshu actually fell into a deep sleep.
"What should I do?" Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian stared at each other, feeling at a loss for a while.
"It's better to help the adult to rest on the bed first, and then help him clean up." Finally, the two reached an agreement and quickly helped him to the bedroom.
After finally putting Song Qingshu on the bed, Zhang Kangnian suddenly had an alarm bell in his heart, and hurriedly turned around and shouted: "Who is it?" Zhao Qixian was also startled, and quickly drew out his knife to look vigilantly at the shadow in the corner.
"What's wrong with Mr. Song?" At this moment, a weak female voice rang out from the corner.
Hearing this voice, Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian relaxed unconsciously. A woman with such a gentle voice, even if she is not a weak and weak daughter, is not an assassin.
Looking through the light, there is a gentle and graceful young woman standing beside a chair, her whole body is wrapped in a snow-white cloak. Although her face looks tired, it is hard to hide her delicate and charming face.
Zhang Kangnian was taken aback: "Madam, who are you?"
Nan Lan thought to herself: If I said that I just asked to see Song Qingshu for something, they might look down on me and drive me away, so it's better to bluff them. During this period of time, Nan Lan was used to seeing the faces of small officials in the yamen, so she was naturally on guard.
"I'm Qing Shu's good friend, is he... drunk?" Nan Lan frowned when she smelled the alcohol in the room.
"Good friend?" Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian looked at each other strangely, and immediately put on a flattering smile, "Understood." I wondered in my heart: In the middle of the night, a woman is alone in Mr. Song's bedroom. it goes without saying? Just looking at the woman's bun, she seems to be a married woman. I didn't expect Mrs. Song to like this, but such a beautiful little lady, even if she is married, there are very few men who can't be tempted. Song My lord is really lucky, but I don't know which man is going to be a turtle.
"Go and prepare some hot water and towels. Leave them to me here." Nan Lan took off her cloak and put it on the chair. The two guards swallowed wildly.
"Yes, yes, yes." Seeing her giving orders like a hostess, Zhang and Zhao not only didn't feel disgusted, but took it for granted, and hurriedly retreated outside the house to get hot water.
"Old Zhang, did you see that girl's skin just now? It's so tender that water can be squeezed out." Feeling that there was a lot of distance, Zhao Qixian pushed Zhang Kangnian next to him with his shoulder.
"Shut up, don't die, that's Mrs. Song's woman... But, she is indeed a beauty with big breasts and upturned buttocks." Zhang Kangnian winked and said, and the two men chatted for a while. Chapter 208 Sweet dreams
Willing smirk.
Taking the hot water basin from the guard, Nan Lan slammed the door shut. She noticed the obscene smiles in the eyes of the two of them, and of course understood that the other party had misunderstood her relationship with Song Qingshu, but she had no choice but to come to Song Qingshu so late.
During the day, she inquired about the news that her husband was subjected to a kind of inhumane torture today, and most of his life was lost. She was anxious, and hurried to the Rujia Inn in the west of the city, only to find that Song Qingshu was gone. After inquiring, I found out that he had already lived in the Sifang Pavilion as an imperial envoy, and hurried over again.
Worried about being recognized by her husband's friends in the officialdom, Nan Lan deliberately wrapped herself in a cloak three layers outside. She changed from a curvaceous young woman to a bloated peasant woman, but Song Qingshu stayed in the Sifang Pavilion The guard is also a smart person, seeing her gorgeous face clearly, and also noticed her attire, when he heard that she was looking for Master Song, he quickly led her in.
However, there were too many people coming in and out of the Sifang Pavilion. To be on the safe side, the guards led her to Song Qingshu's bedroom and waited for him to come back. As a result, they waited until now.
"Young Master Song?" Nan Lan shook Song Qingshu's shoulder lightly, but the other party didn't make any movement other than murmuring a few words.
"Hey~" Nan Lan sighed faintly, she had to find a way to wake him up no matter what she said today, or wait until tomorrow, who knows whether her husband's life will be saved or not.
After wringing out the towel, Nan Lan carefully wiped the dirt from the corners of his mouth, then changed the towel again, and kept wiping his forehead, neck and other places.
Song Qingshu's hot body finally calmed down. Nan Lan stretched out his hand and pushed it lightly, calling out: "Mr. Song, Mr. Song, wake up... Please, I really can't help it. I decided to go to Fukang'an, but I didn't give up and wanted to come to you first... I didn't know you..." As she spoke, Nan Lan felt sad, shrugged her shoulders, and began to sob.
Unstoppable tears welled up in his eyes, falling drop by drop onto Song Qingshu's face, Song Qingshu's face trembled a few times, and he dimly opened his eyes.
I don't know if it was because of drunkenness, Song Qingshu blinked several times, but still couldn't see the appearance of the woman in front of him clearly, he could only feel that it was an extremely beautiful woman from the outline.
"Youyou, is it you?" A vague feeling came to my mind just now, the warm and caring wiping, the sad sobbing by the bed, Song Qingshu subconsciously regarded her as Xia Qingqing, only she would wipe himself, will cry for himself.
"Young Master Song, are you awake?" Seeing him waking up slowly, Nan Lan smiled happily while wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Youyou, it seems that you still can't let me go, and came here secretly to find me." Song Qingshu subconsciously grabbed Nan Lan's catkin, and said in a daze.
"Youyou, is Mr. Song's sweetheart?" Nan Lan was stunned for a while, and hurriedly tried to draw Chapter 208 Sweet Dream from his hand.
Returning the palm, he explained, "Young Master Song, you have misunderstood the wrong person. I am not Miss Youyou, I am Mrs. Tian Nanlan."
Sensing that the other party tried to withdraw his hand, Song Qingshu held it tighter: "Youyou, don't leave me, this time I won't let go no matter what, hehe, Youyou, your hand is so slippery..."
The slight heat coming from the opponent's palm made Nan Lan feel ashamed and angry, but Song Qingshu's hand was like an iron hoop, and Nan Lan couldn't move even with all her strength.
"Don't be a Fujin, that old bastard Hongli, who has the ability to avenge you, you have to trust me, I will definitely avenge you." Song Qingshu's next words made Nan Lan froze and couldn't help it Hair trembled.
Fujin? Hongli? Could it be that Song Qingshu had an affair with the prince's Fujin, Nan Lan suddenly fell into deep fear, one wave after another, she knew such a big secret, the end was either silenced by Song Qingshu or Prince Bao, her whole body All of a sudden it went limp.
In a daze, Song Qingshu only felt the unique fragrance of a woman's body coming from the tip of his nose, his hands were extremely soft and slippery, and it seemed that he touched a soft body between his arms. In his arms, he opened his mouth and leaned towards the other person's face: "Youyou, I was too kind to you before, but you ended up doing this and that. I decided not to accommodate you again."
Nan Lan tried her best to dodge, but when she heard his words, she was angry and funny: "You misidentified me, I'm not your Youyou."
"How is it possible, except for Youyou, which woman can be so fragrant and soft. In the city of Yangzhou that day, except for the last step, we have done everything that can be done between husband and wife. Don't be shy. Today I want to make up for the regrets of that day." Song Qingshu pushed his head into the skirt of her clothes, only to feel tangy, and immediately became even more drunk.
"Heard another secret that shouldn't be heard." Nan Lan sighed, felt his movement, and immediately flushed with shame, angry in her heart, and bit him on the face.
"Ouch," Song Qingshu cried out in pain, "Youyou, why did you bite me?"
"I told you I'm not Youyou anymore!" Nan Lan roared in his ear angrily.
"Then who are you?" Song Qingshu was stunned after hearing this, stopped moving, raised his head and carefully looked at the face of the woman in front of him.
"I'm Mrs. Tian." Nan Lan felt extremely uncomfortable being pressed down by him. Feeling the heat from his nose, she quickly turned her head and turned her face to one side.
"Who is Mrs. Tian?" Song Qingshu's eyes showed doubts.
"I'm Tian Guinong's wife—Nan Lan!" Nan Lan bit her lower lip, turned around and gave the man in front of her a vicious look. She really didn't know whether he was really crazy or fake.
"Nan Lan, I remembered, that plump young woman with white skin and beautiful skin, willow waist and long legs, hey, could it be that I was thinking about it every day, otherwise how could I have such a dream, it's too disharmonious." Song Green Chapter 208 Sweet Dreams
Shu looked at the woman under him in a daze, and said with a smirk.
"You're not dreaming!" Hearing that she had such an evaluation in his heart, Nan Lan almost went mad. She thought he was an honest gentleman, but she was also secretly making up her own mind. After staring at him for a while, Nan Lan finally couldn't resist his aggressive gaze and turned her eyes elsewhere.
"I wish I could have such a sweet dream every day." Song Qingshu lowered his head and kissed her cheek, feeling extremely refreshed.
There was a strong masculine aura all around, and being pierced by the stubble of his chin, Nan Lan felt a heat flow between her legs. For a moment, she even had the urge to let go and let him ravage her body and mind, but the woman The shame still brought her back to her senses, and said calmly: "Song Qingshu, I know you are awake."
"It's still seen." Song Qingshu's confused expression suddenly cleared up, revealing two clear eyes.
"Then you still come down." Nan Lan just felt that he was about to be overwhelmed.
"Reluctance." Song Qingshu shook his head.