"Why, did it scare you?" Seeing Huang Rong's silence, Song Qing couldn't help laughing.
"I'm really surprised," Huang Rong withdrew her thoughts, subconsciously pulled her hair from her temples back behind her ears, picked up the teacup on the table, and handed a cup to Song Qing, "This is also the hope of all Han people in the world. On behalf of the wine, I wish you success soon."
Looking at Bai Shengsheng's hand holding the teacup in front of her eyes, Song Qing lost her mind slightly, then smiled and said, "I must drink Rong'er's cup of tea, but I have to change the way of drinking it."
"How?" Huang Rong was stunned.
"It's like this." Song Qing's hand holding the teacup passed by her forearm, and then returned to her face. ……, ≌.≥ ⊙.⊙
Huang Rong's snow-white face turned red all of a sudden, and she said in a panic, "Stop messing around, this is... this is the way to drink good wine."
Song Qing shrugged, looked at the teacup in front of her and asked, "Is this wine? It seems to be tea."
Huang Rong was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously nodded.
"Since it's not wine, what kind of wine is it?" Song Qing smiled and drank the tea in the cup, looking at the pretty face in front of her with burning eyes, "Rong'er respected myself If you don’t drink it, don’t tell me you don’t want to drive out the Tartars and restore China successfully?”
"Of course not!" Huang Rong was angry and anxious, "You, is this the same thing?"
Song Qing's face straightened: "Of course it's the same thing. In my opinion, if you don't drink this cup of tea, it's probably an omen from the heavens that this undertaking is destined to fail."
"I used to think I was eloquent, but compared to you, I feel ashamed." Huang Rong glared at him angrily, "Can't I drink it?"
Although the posture was a bit inappropriate, as Song Qing said, what he was drinking was not wine, so Huang Rong didn't continue to persist, raised her head, and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.
Watching Huang Rong's slender, snow-white neck slipping slightly when she swallowed the tea, Song Qing suddenly felt her heart move along with it.
"Are you satisfied now?" Huang Rong shook the empty teacup in front of Song Qing, and gave him an annoyed look.
"I couldn't be more satisfied." Song Qing smiled slightly.
A hint of cunning suddenly appeared in Huang Rong's eyes: "If you really can drive out the Tartars one day and rule the north, will you send your troops south? I don't want to beat you as a tiger after defeating Mongolia and Jin in Xiangyang."
Song Qing shrugged and said firmly: "Yes!"
Huang Rong was startled. She was just asking casually. After all, she didn't think that the other party could really rule the North, but for some reason, hearing his answer, she couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. Could it be that she really wanted to make him his enemy? what
Seeing that her face turned pale, Song Qing added: "At that time, I will lead a hundred elite soldiers to the city of Xiangyang, and threaten to withdraw as soon as I get you. What do you offer?"
Huang Rong was taken aback. Given the virtues of those shameless officials in the court, this is really not impossible.
But she reacted quickly, and snorted softly: "Grandma is not a commodity. If this happens, it's a big deal to just walk away, not to mention Brother Jing will protect me."
Song Qing said playfully: "With the heart of Guo Daxia as the common people in the world, I am afraid that he may be the first one who decides to sacrifice you at that time."
Huang Rong's face turned pale: "Shut up! Brother Jing will never treat me like that."
"That's not necessarily the case," Song Qing continued, "One side is Limin Cangsheng, and the other is my beloved wife. If I have to choose one, if my prediction is correct, Guo Daxia will definitely choose Limin Cangsheng."
Seeing that Huang Rong's expression was about to change, Song Qing added: "Of course, Guo Daxia loves you so much and made such a decision. It must be extremely painful, and he can't face you. He can only commit suicide to apologize to his wife."
Thinking of the scene of Xiao Feng's final suicide outside Yanmen Pass in the original Tianlong Babu, Song Qing was deeply moved. When a person has no choice, death is the only destination.
Seeing Song Qing alienating their relationship again, Huang Rong felt anxious, but the last sentence of the other party extinguished all her anger. With her intelligence, it was not difficult to simulate her husband's choice in that situation. I'm afraid it will be true as he said...
Seeing Huang Rong's lonely face, Song Qing smiled in a timely manner: "Rong'er, don't you really think that I have a chance to bring a hundred troops to Xiangyang City to ask for you?"
Huang Rong took a deep look at him, and said after a long time: "Although I also think it's unlikely, but if there is such a day... I hope you don't bring troops to Xiangyang, I will take the initiative to come to you in advance."
"Are you afraid that Guo Daxia will be forced to die if I really lead troops to Xiangyang?" Song Qing saw through her thoughts at a glance.
Huang Rong hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Song Qing smiled immediately, with a smug smile: "I don't know why Rong'er will find me then?"
The corners of Huang Rong's lips lifted, she swept away her previous shyness, and her face was filled with a different look: "Whatever you want."
Now it was Song Qing's turn to be in a daze, he didn't expect the answer from the other party, when he was about to say something, Huang Rong giggled: "Look at your beauty, I really thought you would unify the north one day. "
Song Qing put away her smile: "In this world, nothing is impossible."
Huang Rong was stunned by the confidence on the other party's face, and a thought suddenly flashed in her heart: Maybe one day...
"Rong'er, remember what you said today." Hearing Huang Rong's answer just now, Song Qing was in a good mood.
Huang Rong blushed slightly, and snorted coquettishly, "What did I just say? Why don't I remember?"
Song Qing glanced at her thoughtfully, and said lightly: "You will remember when the time comes."
The smile on Huang Rong's face gradually faded. Both of them were smart people, and both of them knew that when such a situation really happened, she was the only choice to recommend herself as a pillow.
Seeing the tense atmosphere in the room, Song Qing suddenly changed her tune and said, "Now is it my turn to ask questions?"
Huang Rong also calmed down. After all, worrying about that kind of situation is unfounded. She couldn't help but smiled softly, "Ask."
Afterwards, the two asked questions to the point, and they were more related to trivial matters in life. After several rounds of mutual question and answer, both sides got to know each other better, and the relationship seemed to be a little closer.
"It's getting late, why don't we come here tonight." With the current posture of the two of them, not to mention Song Qing, even Huang Rong was a little excited. She knew that the atmosphere was harmonious now, and it was a good time to propose an end.
"You were the one who asked the first question in this game, so I have one last question?" Song Qing suddenly smiled strangely.
"What a stingy man," Huang Rong snorted, "Then you ask."
Song Qing leaned forward, gradually brought his mouth close to Huang Rong's ear, and said a few words softly: "Rong'er, who is... bigger?"