We kept discussing various details, and before we knew it, it was already dawn, Song Qingshu asked everyone to go back and have a good rest. After six hours, we gathered here in the lobby and set off together.
"Brother Song, as the saying goes, if the ruler does not keep secrets, he will lose his ministers, and if his ministers do not keep secrets, he will lose his life. I don't think you should tell them your plan in advance." Aunt Zhu naturally followed Song Qingshu, seeing people leaving one after another. , she couldn't help but said worriedly.
"There is no other way," Song Qingshu smiled wryly. "They are the leaders of one party. It's hard to convince them if they don't reveal something. After all, they need to take risks at night."
Seeing that Auntie Zhu still looked worried, Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to hold her little hand: "Ah Jiu, don't worry too much, the people in this hall are trustworthy, firstly, I believe in their character, secondly, they have no reason to leak secrets , after all, the defeat of the Manchu Qing is in the interest of each of them."
Song Qingshu is not a single-celled creature like Song Xianggong, so he naturally knows that the basis of trust is only when both parties have the same interests.
The two held hands and chatted all the way, and soon returned to their own courtyard, Zhu Yu suddenly said curiously: "By the way, Brother Song, I didn't have time to ask just now, how did you win Ah Qing before?" ?”
"What do you think?" Hearing Ah Jiu's question, Song Qingshu suddenly had a strange expression, and looked at her with a half-smile.
"People just asked you because they didn't know." Aimee Zhu pouted, and couldn't help acting coquettishly.
"If it's just talking, it's probably hard for you to understand. Why don't you imitate Ah Qing and reproduce the situation at that time, and I'll let you experience it for yourself, and the effect may be better." Song Qingshu said solemnly.
Auntie Zhu always felt that the other party's twinkling eyes were a bit malicious, but after all, she couldn't hide her curiosity, she subconsciously nodded her head in agreement: "Okay."
"I remember Ah Qing was quite normal at that time, until she was close to you," Aimee Zhu gestured with a dagger while recalling the situation at that time, "Is that so...huh?"
When Aimee Zhu's sword tip was still a few inches away from Song Qingshu, she suddenly felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained, and a stream of heat gushed out from her body, making her body extremely soft.
as if feeling
(This chapter is not over, please turn the page) Feeling her hot skin, Auntie Zhu reacted after being slightly startled, and couldn't help exclaiming: "The fragrance of joy!"
The two have long been close, and Auntie Zhu naturally knows that the by-products brought about by Song Qingshu's practice of Huanxi Zen are sometimes used by Song Qingshu for the pleasure of the boudoir.
That feeling was very, very pleasant, but Auntie Zhu subconsciously didn't like it, because she always felt like she had been hit by the strongest love potion, waiting for a man to favor her on the bed, no matter whether it was physically or mentally, she couldn't resist at all. .
What Auntie Zhu likes is the kind of intimacy that is natural and natural, not this kind of unilateral molestation, although this kind of taste seems to be more attractive than ordinary intimacy...
Song Qingshu hugged Auntie Zhu who had already softened into a ball of cotton, looked down at the blushing beauty in her arms, and couldn't help laughing evilly: "Dear Ninth Princess, you offered to experience this for yourself. "
Aimee Zhu's eyes seemed to be seeping water: "You bastard, you deliberately set a trap for me to drill in."
"Who made our Ninth Princess defenseless against me?" Song Qingshu smiled triumphantly, sitting on the couch with her arms around her, before Zhu Yuxi could answer, he leaned over and held her slightly parted red lips.
"Hmm~" There was a bone-crunching hum in the room...
Huang Rong has been thinking about matching her daughter and Song Qingshu, but when she thinks that Song Qingshu already has a family and a family, and it seems that she and the Ninth Princess have already made a private lifelong marriage, Huang Rong feels a little upset.
So not long after returning to the other courtyard, Huang Rong couldn't help but search for Song Qingshu's residence. She planned to have a casual chat with Song Qingshu first, and listen to him before making a decision.
Who knew that when Huang Rong had just arrived at the gate of the other courtyard, before Huang Rong had time to knock on the door, she vaguely heard a weeping female voice, Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, as someone who had been there, she didn't know what the people inside were doing.
"This Ninth Princess usually looks cool, but I didn't expect her voice to be so... seductive." Huang Rong spat secretly, and the sound made her feel a little hot, and she immediately turned around and left.
"Brother Song, how are you...bad...you actually use such a...dirty way to deal with... Sister Aqing."
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Aimee Zhu's giggling laughter came.
Huang Rong couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously stopped. The most curious thing about the entire Golden Snake Conference was how Song Qingshu turned defeat into victory in the end and reversed Ah Qing, but this may involve other people's secrets, and a group of people will not be ignorant. Song Qingshu asked.
But the more this happened, the more mysterious the whole thing seemed.
"Listening to their chat, maybe we can figure out the reason." After all, Huang Rong couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart, she leaned against the door, and listened.
Helplessly, Huang Rong was standing at the gate of the yard, more than ten meters away from the house, and the whispering between the two of them was really hard for Huang Rong to hear clearly.
There was a trace of struggle on Huang Rong's face, and finally, as if she had made great determination, she held her breath and tiptoed towards the room.
"I just listened for a while, and I'll leave right away when I hear the reason." Huang Rong couldn't stop comforting herself.
Huang Rong was worried that Song Qingshu might find out, but she has always been good at lightness kung fu, and in her opinion, men would naturally be less vigilant in this situation, so she still held her breath and occupied the door.
After listening for a while, Huang Rong's face was so red that it was dripping water, and she couldn't help regretting, because the two people in the room never mentioned the previous martial arts contest with Ah Qing except for the sentence just now. They were all whispers between lovers, and the content was so bold that Huang Rong, who is already a mother, couldn't stand it.
"Song Lang, Mrs. Guo looked satisfied that night, every inch of her skin revealed the bliss of a rose after bliss, did you really give her to..."
As soon as Huang Rong took a step forward, she heard Auntie Zhu bring the topic up to herself, she couldn't help but her face became extremely strange, she was in a dilemma for a while, on the one hand, she felt too shameful and planned to leave as soon as possible, on the other hand, she wanted to listen to Song Qingshu how to answer.
"Then do you think I have something with her or nothing?" Immediately after Song Qingshu's hateful voice sounded, Huang Rong's chest rose and fell slightly, and finally decided to stay and listen to what happened.
"It depends on whether Song Lang has the intention. If Song Lang wants her, he can invite her in now to fulfill his wish." Aimee Zhu's voice made Huang Rong's face change drastically.
(end of this chapter)