"Stop!" A beautiful figure flew out from the room, blocking Dugu Ming's attack with a sword.
"Xian'er, why are you protecting him!" Dugu Ming thought that she would not pay any attention to what he had said outside the door, but as a result, she came out as soon as this little boy came, and his heart was bleeding.
"Dugu Ming, have you had enough trouble? Something happened to you, why blame others." Gu Zixian looked at him with a frosty face.
Dugu Ming just felt aggrieved and panicked: "It's fine if this kid has real talents, but he obviously doesn't know anything, so he just passed the knockout round by relying on luck and shamelessness, how can I be convinced by such a person? "
Song Qingshu shook his finger: "I have to correct you here. Luck is actually a very powerful ability."
"Bah!" Dugu Ming wished he had a cup of tea and sprayed it in his face.
Song Qingshu shrugged, the other party was too weak to get in touch with such illusory things as luck.
"He's much better than you, he's been trying to do it all the time, but you don't know what to do." Gu Zixian subconsciously argued.
"Is he better than me?" Dugu Ming laughed angrily, "Come on, let him fight me, I'll give him one hand."
Only then did Gu Zixian remember that Song Qingshu didn't want to reveal his identity, and hurriedly said: "You have already tried it, I didn't expect you to be someone who can't afford to lose."
"I..." When Dugu Ming thought of his infusion during the day, he wanted to cry without tears. This thing became darker and darker. Seeing that the other party was protecting the little white face, he felt his blood rushing up, and his face turned ashen with a loud roar If you leave, if you stay any longer, I'm afraid you will be pissed off.
Seeing his back going away, Song Qingshu couldn't help but said, "Will you be too cruel to him like this?"
Gu Zixian couldn't help complaining: "Eunuch, you don't know, otherwise I can't dispel his thoughts. I have been pestered by him all these years, I can't give him any hope."
Song Qingshu nodded and understood her difficulties.
Gu Zixian took his arm affectionately: "Let's not talk about him, what is benefactor here for this time?"
Feeling the opponent's gentle body, Song Qingshu had to lament that young girls are good: "Thank you for coming here this time, you helped me a lot in today's game."
Gu Zixian was a little embarrassed: "Actually, with your martial arts, it's easy to win, as long as you don't think I'm too busy."
Song Qingshu replied: "Why is it so troublesome, Duguming is good at martial arts,
In front of so many masters, I think it would be very troublesome to defeat him without showing any traces. Fortunately, I have you. "
"It's good if I can help you." Gu Zixian's face was full of smiles, how could she have the slightest cold look on weekdays
Which man can stand the girl's eyes looking at him affectionately, the tip of his nose smells the unique fragrance of her body, feels the softness and elasticity of the girl's body, Song Qingshu's heart suddenly warms up, he also feels a little strange, it stands to reason that he The current concentration of experience is quite good, but a little touch with this woman's skin is like a thunderbolt stirring the ground. Could it be that the two people's cultivation skills are fatally attracted
Even Song Qingshu's cultivation base was a little swaying, let alone Gu Zixian with a lower cultivation base. At this time, her skin was extremely hot, and her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of confusion, as if water would drip out at any time.
"Is there anyone in your room?" Song Qingshu asked in a deep voice.
"I'll go and send them away first." There was a trace of shyness in the girl's voice, and at the same time, there was a trace of anticipation hidden, and she trotted into her yard with her skirt lifted.
After a while, Song Qingshu followed when he saw that he was almost there. As soon as he entered the door, he threw a fiery tender body into his arms. The sweet smell and soft body were enough to make any man indulge in this tenderness.
I don't know how long it took, Mrs. Shuangxiu rushed over after hearing the news, and when she walked outside the courtyard, she suddenly frowned slightly, and asked her maid to guard outside, and entered the courtyard by herself.
She learned that Song Qingshu was here, and that her daughter and Dugu had a conflict. She was worried that her daughter would be too direct and cause irreversible consequences, so she hurried over to smooth things over, but she found something weird when she came here. My princess is usually served by many servants and maids, but now there is no one in the yard. Moreover, her skill is not weak, and she faintly heard some voices coming from the room.
As someone who has experienced it, how could she not understand what the sound was? But it's not too late now, and her daughter's temperament is usually cold, she still felt that she had heard it wrong, until she walked outside the door, she could hear the voice inside clearly, and her pretty face instantly turned red: "This Damn girl, why don't you care about anything."
As for the matter between her daughter and Song Qingshu, she knew and acquiesced. After all, with such a powerful man, there is nothing wrong with her daughter befriending him.
But acquiescing is one thing, knowing that the well-behaved and cold daughter is now being made so coquettish-sexy-enthusiastic by that man, she still feels weird as a mother.
"I have to find an opportunity to talk to them, no matter what
Meaningful influence. "Mrs. Shuang-xiu gritted her teeth. After all, her daughter is a big girl. The descendants of Shuang-xiu's mansion have always attached great importance to chastity. If others find out, it will easily cause an uproar.
Mrs. Shuang-Xiu wanted to turn around and leave, but she was worried that someone would come here and spread rumors, so she had to hold back her shame and guard the door.
I don't know how long it took, but Mrs. Shuang-xiu's legs were a little weak, and she couldn't help spitting secretly: "These two people are really endless, but the only thing to be thankful for is that my uncle's physical strength is quite good..."
At this moment, a maid hurried over to report: "Ma'am, Empress Xixia is here."
"Empress Xixia, what is she doing here?" Mrs. Shuang-xiu was taken aback. The two sides had nothing to do with each other. The other party should go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing.
"She seems to want to see Mr. Jia from the Southern Song Dynasty." The maid replied.
Madam Shuang-xiu's expression suddenly became extremely exciting, and she hurriedly said to the maid: "You go to receive the queen first, and I will inform Young Master Jia."
When she came outside her daughter's door, there were still all kinds of embarrassing voices coming from inside, she had a headache for a while, but this is the territory of Xixia, and the queen has come to the door, if she keeps shunning her and rushing to break it, it will be over.
After hesitating for a moment, Mrs. Shuangxiu cleared her throat, and then knocked on the door: "Xian'er, the Empress of Xixia is here, and she said she is looking for Young Master Jia, have you seen him?"
For everything that happened inside, she thoughtfully pretended not to know, so as not to embarrass everyone in time.
"Ah~" Gu Zixian exclaimed, obviously knowing that her mother was outside, she was so ashamed that she wished she could sneak in through a crack in the ground.
Song Qingshu already knew that she was outside, so he didn't mind much, instead, he felt a different kind of excitement. But thinking that she seemed to be eavesdropping outside last time, I wondered for a while whether this lady has a habit in this regard
If Gu Ningqing knew that he doubted herself so much, she might not be able to resist turning against him on the spot.
Song Qingshu put on his clothes and came out, pretending that nothing happened: "I've seen Madam."
Gu Ningqing secretly bit her lip, thinking that this person is quite thick-skinned, but both sides tacitly did not expose the matter: "Grandfather, the queen is looking for you."
"Thank you, madam." After Song Qingshu said goodbye to her, he left the other courtyard, thinking in his heart on the way, whether his behavior might be suspected of running away after eating everything
In a daze, Mu Wanqing had already greeted him: "Song Lang, the eldest son of Dali is missing."