Song QingShu was gobsmacked. He hastily helped her up and said, "Shuang 'er, quickly get up. Whatever you want to do, how can Big Brother Song refuse?" Seeing the tears flowing down her cheeks unceasingly, he stretched out his finger and continuously wiped her tears.
Shuang 'er shook her head, "This matter is very difficult, but I … I have no choice but to ask you."
Song Qingshu wrapped his left arm around her waist and said, "The more difficult it is, the more I will show that I dote on my good Shuang 'er. What is it? Tell me quickly. "
A faint blush appeared on Shuang 'er's pale face; she said in a low voice, "Song Dage, that dog official Wu Zhirong is my great enemy. The Zhuang family's Laoye, Shaoye, dozens of people's lives were all killed by him. I … I want to kill him to avenge the Zhuang family, but your Jin and Qing are brotherly countries; if you kill him, it is very likely that it will affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries. When the time comes, I am afraid your political enemies in the Jin imperial court will seize the opportunity to attack you. If Dage's official position is ruined, Shuang 'er will become a great sinner. "
Song Qingshu burst into loud laughter, "I was wondering what kind of difficult matter it was. Let alone a mere Yangzhou prefectural magistrate, even if Shuang 'er wanted to kill Songgotu, kill the Emperor, I will do as you wish."
Shuang 'er was pleasantly surprised, "Really? Will killing him have any adverse effect on you? "
Song Qingshu shook his head, "If we use the official procedure to kill him, it will indeed be somewhat troublesome, but deep down in our bones we are Jianghu people. Jianghu people are quick to repay kindness and enmity, why would we need to go through such trouble? But there is one thing I must say in advance: I am doing this difficult matter for you, Shuang 'er, how are you going to thank me? "
How could Shuang 'er not guess his intention? Immediately her face blushed; she was happy and shy at the same time. Turning her head around, she said in a low voice, "Song Dage treats me so well, I … I am already yours. You … how do you want me to thank you, I … I will do as you say … "While saying that, she lowered her head.
Seeing her soft and gentle appearance, Song Qingshu's heart was filled with tenderness. He embraced her slender waist and said, "If you kill him now, your revenge will not be satisfying enough. I want you to bring him to the Zhuang Clan and teach him to kneel in front of the Zhuang Clan's Old Masters and Young Masters' memorial tablets. I want Third Young Mistress and the others to kill this dog head with their own hands. What do you say? "
Shuang 'er felt that this matter was indeed too good, she was afraid it might not be true. She stared at him with round eyes, not daring to believe. "Song Dage," she said, "Aren't you deceiving me?"
Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Why would I lie to you? Since this dog official is your enemy, he is also my enemy. Since I want to take revenge, then I should do it to my heart's content. As long as Little Shuang 'er treats me well, that's better than anything in the world! "
Shuang 'er's heart was filled with gratitude. Leaning on his body, she couldn't help but cry again.
"Good Shuang 'er, if you cry again, you will look like a little kitten. If you cry until your beautiful eyes are swollen, won't my heart ache to death?" Song Qingshu cupped her cheeks and gently wiped her tears with his fingers.
Shuang 'er's tears immediately turned into laughter. While wiping the tears on her cheeks with her sleeve, she said, "Song Dage, you are really like Xiaobao, without even thinking, you can say a long string of sweet words and honeyed phrases. Hmm, the only difference is that Xiaobao has never been educated, therefore, his speech is a bit more vulgar. "
Hearing her mentioning Wei Xiaobao so naturally, Song Qingshu could not help feeling a trace of jealousy in his heart. It seemed like she still could not forget that man. He wondered, in her heart, which one of them is more important?
Suddenly realizing Song Qingshu was silent, Shuang 'er's heart skipped a beat. "Song Dage," she hastily said, "I didn't mean to mention him, please don't be angry."
Song Qingshu inserted his hands into her waist and held her firmly in his bosom. He laughed aloud and said, "Shuang 'er, you are thinking too much. If from now on you throw him to the back of your mind, how can you still be the Little Shuang' er who values affection and values righteousness?"
"Song Dage ~" Being embraced so intimately in his bosom, the tip of her nose was filled with the masculine scent of a man. Shuang 'er could not help but recall the time in Yan Jing when the other party sneaked into her boudoir, the time when the two of them were intimately rubbing their ears and temples under the quilt behind the maid's back. She could not help feeling her whole body and bones go limp.
Feeling the softness of the beautiful woman in his bosom, Song Qingshu's heart also fluttered. Lowering his head, he whispered in her ear, "Good Shuang 'er, can I …"
Shuang 'er was so shy that her face turned red. She buried her head in his chest and replied in a low and muffled voice, "I … I have long been yours. You … you can do whatever you want. You don't … don't ask me."
Song Qingshu could not help but be very happy. He directly picked her up and walked to the bedside.
As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. What's more, the two of them had not seen each other for a long time. Song Qingshu was like a ferocious tiger released from its cage, pouncing on Shuang 'er's body. Shuang' er's temperament had always been unusually gentle. Today, because of Wu Zhirong's matter, her love for Song Qingshu had greatly increased. Once they were in bed, she was simply obedient and obedient, allowing Song Qingshu to enjoy the pleasures of the world with women.
Cheng Yaojia hesitated for a long time in the room. In the end, her worry for her husband prevailed. She plucked up her courage and came over from the next room. She wanted to ask the result and then leave without disturbing the two people in the room.
As a result, she had just arrived at the door when she heard the sound of heavenly music that made her blush. Cheng Yaojia had been married for many years, how could she not know what was happening inside? She was so embarrassed that her face immediately turned red. She spat and then ran back to her room in a panic.
Even after she closed the door, her chaotic heart was still unable to calm down.
"That woman is really shameless. She actually shouted so loudly." Cheng Yaojia hastily poured herself a cup of herbal tea and drank it. Only then did she calm down a little. She was extremely shy. In addition, she had been raised in a boudoir since childhood and received a traditional education. Therefore, she could not understand the other party's bold behavior. After she got married, even when she was intimate with her husband, she would grit her teeth and endure it bitterly. At most, she would let out a light hum or two. She would never dare to release her emotions to her heart's content like this.
However, she had misunderstood Shuang 'er. Shuang' er did not know that there was a woman living next door. If she knew, perhaps she would also grit her teeth and endure it bitterly. She would never dare to act so wantonly.
As if the wall did not exist, the sound from next door became clearer. Cheng Yaojia's cheeks burned and her heart beat wildly. She hurriedly ran to the bed and covered her head with the quilt. Only then did she feel a little better.
At this time, in the courtyard where Lu Guanying was being held, two Jin soldiers ran over to take over. When they were taking over, they could not help but say, "Hehe, our Marshal is really lucky with women. That woman's voice really makes one's bones go limp."
Lu Guanying was originally concerned about his wife's safety. When he heard this, he was shocked and hurriedly pricked up his ears to continue listening.
"Why do you think the Marshal made such an unnecessary move? He even specially prepared a room for that woman next door. In any case, in the end, she will sleep in the Marshal's room."
"I heard that Han women have always been shy. Perhaps the Marshal did this because he was worried about her face. After all, she is a married woman and would always have some scruples in her heart."
"Our Marshal is really as fierce as a dragon and as vigorous as a tiger. He made that woman repeatedly beg for mercy. If you go back now, you might still be able to hear it."
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