"You didn't hear anything?" "You didn't hear anything?" Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally. "We are all sensible people. Why do you need to deceive yourself and others?"
Miss Cheng was also full of regret. She wondered why she went to eavesdrop and ended up hearing such an earth-shattering secret. Now she was inviting trouble for herself.
"I won't tell anyone else." Miss Cheng hurriedly promised.
Song Qingshu shook his head. He stood up and walked in front of her. "I don't doubt your sincerity. However, people always change. When the time comes, I won't be there to monitor you. Who knows if you will choose to reveal my secret for other reasons."
Miss Cheng took two steps back and said in a panic, "I won't. You have been very kind to me these past few days. I am very grateful. How can I do anything that will let you down?"
Looking at her delicate face, Song Qingshu lightly asked, "What if your husband wants you to say it?"
"I … I won't say it either." Miss Cheng was a bit hesitant at first, but her voice became more and more firm.
Song Qingshu reached out and lifted a strand of hair from her ear. "I can feel your sincerity at this moment. However, I am a rational person. I won't put my future on a promise."
Miss Cheng's face turned pale. Her body trembled as she said, "I understand what you mean. I only ask you to remember your previous promise and help me save Lu Lang." Then she quietly closed her eyes.
Seeing her delicate eyelashes tremble slightly, Song Qingshu smiled and said, "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you want to kill me to silence me? Do it." Miss Cheng replied. However, her rapidly rising and falling chest showed that she was not as calm as she pretended to be.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile. "Who said I was going to kill you?"
"Ah?" Miss Cheng opened her eyes and looked at him blankly. "You … You're not going to kill me?"
Song Qingshu gently hooked Miss Cheng's chin and said with admiration, "Madam is such a beautiful woman. Which man would be willing to hurt you?"
However, he quickly changed the topic. "Of course, if I hadn't interacted with Madam before, even if I couldn't bear to part with her, I'm afraid I would have no choice but to destroy the flower."
Although Cheng Yaojia was shy, she was a smart woman. When she heard this, she knew that the other party did not have any killing intent. She could not help but bite her lips and say, "Thank you."
"Madam, don't be in a hurry to thank me. Although I won't kill you, in order to ensure that the secret is not leaked, I can only ask Madam to bear with it and stay by my side before I think of a foolproof plan." Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh at this moment. Why did he dislike killing so much? Just like the main characters in the fantasy novels in his previous life, they could resolve this kind of situation in the blink of an eye, but in the end, he still had such a headache.
After thinking about it, Song Qingshu could only blame it on the fact that he was just an ordinary person in his previous life. He knew the psychology of ordinary people. He didn't want to be killed like an ant by nobles, privileged people, or some strong people. After coming to this world, he was no longer ordinary, but he also didn't want to lose his original heart and casually kill other ordinary people.
Because Song Qingshu was absent-minded, Miss Cheng had the opportunity to carefully look at the new appearance of the man in front of her. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He was extraordinarily handsome and had a calm temperament from head to toe.
As she looked at him, her face unconsciously blushed. He looked much better than before when he had a full beard …
Song Qingshu finally came back to his senses and noticed that the other party was staring at him. He couldn't help but smile and stretch out his hand. "Let me reintroduce myself. I am Song Qingshu."
Looking at his outstretched hand, Miss Cheng's face turned red. "You … What are you doing?"
Only now did Song Qingshu realize that this was not the world of his previous life. Shaking hands with a woman was considered indecent behavior. But he was a big-hearted person, so he naturally didn't care about these formalities. His expression didn't change as he said, "This is a handshake ceremony in my hometown. When two people just met each other, they would reach out and shake hands with each other to show their friendship." He was the perfect example of talking nonsense with a straight face.
Miss Cheng wondered where there was such an absurd custom, but she still subconsciously stretched out her hand to shake his. "Hello, I … I am Miss Cheng."
Hearing that she didn't mention her identity as the young madam of Cloud Manor, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel moved.
Their skin touched and she felt the warmth of his palm. Miss Cheng's face turned even redder. She tried to pull her hand back several times, but found that she couldn't move.
Suddenly thinking of something, Miss Cheng exclaimed, "You are the Golden Snake King, Song Qingshu?"
Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Madam, have you heard of me?"
"More than heard of you." Miss Cheng looked at him with a complicated expression. She suddenly wanted to say something but hesitated. "Does the handshake ceremony in your hometown take so long?"
"No, it's just that your hand is too young and slippery. I can't bear to let go for a while." Song Qingshu said without a blush or gasping for breath. But in the end, he still let go.
Hearing him say such shameless words so confidently, Miss Cheng suddenly had a familiar feeling. She felt that the man in front of her was still the same person who had always protected and comforted her. At the same time, he would also occasionally tease her.
"Everyone in the world knows that you assassinated Kangxi. Later, you defeated the Qing Empire's 100,000 strong army. I don't know how many Han people applauded. Not long ago, you saved dozens of our Great Song princesses. Now, the entire Song Empire regards you as a Han hero." Cheng Yaojia thought about how the elders in her family mentioned this name the most. Even her husband often praised him. If he knew that she was with the hero he admired, she didn't know if he would be envious.
Miss Cheng's face suddenly turned red. She thought about how she and Song Qingshu were sleeping on the same bed. If Lu Lang found out, he would be angry to death. How could he envy her?
"What about Madam? What does Madam think of me?" Song Qingshu sat on the edge of the bed and asked meaningfully.
"I …" Miss Cheng's lips slightly parted. How could she dare to say what was in her heart? After thinking for a long time, she could only use a relatively euphemistic way to describe it. "In my heart, you are a very capable hero. It's just that you are a little … a little rogue."
Song Qingshu laughed and said, "Madam, you speak too lightly. I'm afraid that in your heart, I'm not just a simple rogue. I'm afraid I'm more like a pervert."
Who would have thought that Miss Cheng would slightly shake her head and say, "No. Although you are sometimes … a little rogue, deep down you are a gentleman." She thought about how he had flirted with her from time to time these past few days, but in the end, he hadn't done anything to her. Even when she took the initiative to throw herself into his arms last night, he still scrupulously abided by etiquette. At most … at most in the morning when he woke up, he made a little move.
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and Miss Cheng was sucked into his arms. He held her waist and pressed her down on his lap. "But what if I don't want to be a gentleman?"
Feeling his masculine aura at such a close distance, Miss Cheng's heart also pounded. She didn't dare to meet his eyes and subconsciously turned her head to the side. Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. "Only young master will remember what you promised me. As for the rest … you can do as you wish."
Feeling the warm and plump body in his arms, Song Qingshu's throat moved and he moved his head closer.
Seeing him getting closer and closer to her, Miss Cheng's heart beat faster and her eyelashes gradually trembled.
"Madam, your heart is beating so fast. What are you afraid of?" Their lips were only about an inch apart when Song Qingshu suddenly stopped.
Miss Cheng bit her lips and said, "You know … you know what I'm afraid of."
"I don't know." A smile floated on Song Qingshu's lips. Why don't you let me feel what my madam is afraid of?
Miss Cheng's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion. She wondered how she could feel it. But the next moment, the other person's hand reached into her clothes and she immediately understood.
"This rogue!" Miss Cheng's body slightly stiffened, but she didn't dodge.
Looking at the cherry lips in front of him at such a close distance, Song Qingshu couldn't help but directly kiss her.
Miss Cheng let out a soft cry and her whole body suddenly collapsed in his arms.
At first, her emotions were very complicated. She thought that she had let down her husband, but then she comforted herself that she was doing this to save him. Not long after being kissed by Song Qingshu, she gradually became aroused. She couldn't help but close her eyes. Her body became softer and softer, and her skin became hotter and hotter.
Feeling as if all the bones in the body of the beauty in his arms were melting, Song Qingshu took advantage of the situation and put her on the bed. Then he pressed his whole body on top of her.
"Marshal, Marshal!" At this time, there was suddenly a hurried knock on the door.
Song Qingshu sat up with a gloomy expression and asked in an unfriendly tone, "What's the matter?"
Miss Cheng also sobered up. She was so embarrassed that she directly turned around and began to button the buttons on her clothes in a hurry.
Hearing the tone in the room, the guard's heart skipped a beat. He knew that he had probably ruined his boss's plans. But now that things had come to this, he could only brace himself and say, "The boy who was caught is shouting in the prison cell, saying that he wants to see you."
"If he wants to see this marshal, then just go and see him? Can't you handle this kind of small matter yourself? " If it weren't for Song Qingshu's benevolence, he would have dragged this person out and beaten him dozens of times.
"But he said that his uncle is Zhang Jun. He said that when the marshal heard this name, he would definitely go and see him." The guard cursed in his heart. When he went back later, he would teach that boy a good lesson to relieve the hatred in his heart.
"Zhang Jun!" Song Qingshu suddenly stood up and asked, "Did he really say that?"
"Yes!"
"Okay, you can leave first. I will go and see him immediately." Song Qingshu couldn't be careless because Zhang Jun was now the Minister of the Southern Song Dynasty's Right Servant She and the Assistant Minister of the Secretariat. He was also commonly known as the Right Prime Minister. His official position was even higher than Han Xingzhou's political affairs. Together with the Left Prime Minister, they were the nominal central leaders of the Southern Song Dynasty.
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