Song Qingshu snorted and said, "That was just the appetizer."
"Then what is the main course?" Miss Cheng's cheeks were red and her eyes were shining with a strange light.
Song Qingshu stepped forward and picked her up. He said in a rough voice, "Of course the main course is my wife!" Because Yelu Nanxian's skin had just cracked, he was worried that she wouldn't be able to bear it, so he held back his strength. In the end, she was stuck in a stalemate. Coupled with this blunder, he had been suppressing an evil fire in his heart and urgently needed to vent it out.
Miss Cheng cried out in alarm. Her eyes were evasive as she said, "Didn't Miss Yelu let you eat until you were full?"
Song QingShu smiled evilly, "Young Manor Master Lu, didn't you ask me to help you get pregnant? As the saying goes, one who is entrusted with a task must be loyal. I will do my best until my death."
Cheng Yaojia let out a soft cry and buried her head in his bosom. In the end, her skin was not as thick as Song QingShu's.
Song QingShu laughed heartily and carried her to his room.
"Hey, Young Master Lu is still awake so late?" After walking for a while, he suddenly ran into Lu Guanying. Lu Guanying looked tired, but his eyes revealed excitement from time to time. It was obvious that he had been studying the Bixie Swordplay all night and was immersed in profound martial arts.
"Ah?" Lu Guanying saw him and subconsciously replied, "I was a little dizzy from reading so I came out to get some fresh air. Young master, you are …" Speaking to this point, he finally saw Miss Cheng in Qin Haodong's arms. For a moment, his expression was very interesting.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Why did I run into him at this time?" Miss Cheng sighed. At this time, she could only bury her head in Song Qingshu's arms like a panicked ostrich.
Song Qingshu was very calm. He smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "I just brought your wife out to admire the moon. Now I'm going back to sleep."
Miss Cheng almost fainted. It was already embarrassing enough that her husband saw her with his lover, but he deliberately said this. Was it not enough to provoke Lu Guanying?
Lu Guanying's face twitched and he didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a long time, he could only say, "Thank you for your hard work, young master." His original intention was to make Miss Cheng pregnant. It was not an easy task, but when he said it, it sounded wrong.
Miss Cheng's eyes rolled. Her husband's words were even more senseless. She couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity. There was no such complicated relationship in the world. A wife and a lover were having an affair in broad daylight. Not only was the husband not amazing, but he was afraid that his lover wouldn't do her best.
"Young Madam is as beautiful as a flower and as beautiful as the moon. Not only is it not hard, it is also a rather enjoyable task." Song QingShu saw that he had provoked enough and changed the topic, "The martial arts recorded in the 'Bixie Swordplay' are extremely profound. Young Master, when you cultivate, do not be greedy and rush to advance. If you have any doubts, you can come to me."
Lu Guanying's face was very ugly. Although he was impotent, he had not been in this state for long. His mentality as a man had not changed yet. Originally, when he saw his wife in the arms of another man in the middle of the night, he felt a little uncomfortable. After being provoked again and again, he couldn't help but feel his blood boil. He almost went forward to take his wife back.
While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard the "Bixie Swordplay." Lu Guanying immediately calmed down. His yearning for advanced martial arts finally won over the pitiful self-esteem in his heart. He subconsciously answered, "I did encounter a few problems just now. I practiced according to the swordplay and felt my blood boil …"
"That's the imbalance of yin and yang …" Song Qingshu casually explained for him.
Just like that, Song QingShu answered several of her questions in succession, making Miss Cheng extremely depressed. These two men were too much. Was this the time to ask for martial arts advice in this situation? She had become an outsider.
Feeling resentful, Miss Cheng quietly pinched the soft flesh on Song Qingshu's waist. Song Qingshu was slightly startled, but he quickly reacted and said, "Haha, Young Master Lu, it's getting late. As the saying goes, a moment of one's body is worth a thousand pieces of gold. As for other questions, Young Master can ask them next time."
Miss Cheng, who was in his arms, was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in. What do you mean by a moment of one's body is worth a thousand pieces of gold? Who said this to their husband?
Lu Guanying also had a strange expression on his face. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "I was rude. I won't disturb the two of you." He also felt that this matter was very f * cked up. What the hell was going on? However, his main focus was still on the Bixie Swordplay manual. He kept repeating Song QingShu's pointers in his mind, afraid that he would forget them later.
Seeing his appearance, Song Qingshu laughed and carried Miss Cheng back to his room.
"You …" After entering the room, Miss Cheng was about to complain, but just as she opened her mouth, Song Qingshu covered her mouth.
"En … Wu …" Miss Cheng was a bit surprised by the other party's rudeness. However, the strange thing was that she didn't dislike this kind of rudeness at all. Instead, her whole body inexplicably heated up.
After quickly and easily undoing her clothes, Song Qingshu directly pressed her down on the bed. After a soul-stirring cry, the whole bed began to violently shake.
…
The next morning, Song Qingshu woke up feeling refreshed. He saw Miss Cheng lying beside him with her hair in a mess. She looked like a fresh flower that had been ravaged by a violent storm. However, there was a different kind of beauty to her.
His fingers caressed her delicate face. Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "No wonder everyone says that a wife is better than others. At least you don't have to feel bad when using them …"
Yelu Nanxian's tear-stained face from last night suddenly appeared in his mind. His expression changed. Seeing that Miss Cheng didn't have any intention of waking up for a while, he hurriedly put on his clothes and went in the direction of Yelu Nanxian's room.
"I'm leaving!" Looking at the note in his hand, Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile bitterly. After what had happened, this result was not out of his expectations. He was experienced, or perhaps his skin was thick enough, so he was able to remain calm. But for a virgin like her to encounter such a drastic change, it was already very fortunate that she didn't seek death.
"I can't believe she left a note." Looking at the graceful yet heroic handwriting, Song Qingshu's originally somewhat disappointed mood suddenly became happy.
When he came out of Yelu Nanxian's room, he unexpectedly bumped into Lu Guanying again. This time, the other party also saw him and his expression was clearly a bit unnatural.
Song Qingshu took the initiative to step forward and said with a smile, "Young Master, why are you up so early?"
"Last night, I was immersed in the mysteries of the 'Bixie Swordplay Manual'. Unknowingly, the sun had risen." In fact, Lu Guanying wasn't telling the truth. Last night, he was indeed immersed in the 'Bixie Swordplay Manual', but the faint voice of his wife coming from afar made his heart flutter.
"Young Master still needs to strike a balance between work and rest. If you immerse yourself like this, you'll be at a disadvantage, and could easily go berserk." Song Qingshu said seriously.
Lu Guanying's expression turned serious: "Many thanks for Young Master's advice!"
"It's not advice, we're family now, there's no need for Young Master to be so polite." Song Qingshu put his arm around Lu Guanying's shoulder and said warmly.
"Family …" Lu Guanying muttered to himself, his heart filled with bitterness.
"If Young Master has any difficulties in the future, please don't hesitate to ask. As long as it's within Song Mou's ability, I won't even frown." Song Qingshu said as he patted Lu Guanying's shoulder to show their closeness.
Lu Guanying's heart warmed. Even though he felt a little uncomfortable imagining his wife under Song Mou's body, Song Mou's enthusiasm made him feel much better. At least, it was a thousand times better than that damned Tang Kuo Bian. That person would leave after he was done, and Song Qingshu would at least fulfill his obligations.
"I do have a problem here …" Lu Guanying stuttered. He was also hesitating whether to wait for a few days to make it seem less like a business deal, or to strike now while the iron was hot.
Song Qingshu smiled and said: "There's no need to differentiate between you and me. Young Master, just tell me, there's not much I can't do in this world."
Infected by his enthusiasm, Lu Guanying blurted out impulsively: "Actually, I want to save Han Ke Zhou, Master Han …" He briefly explained the situation, then stared nervously at Song Mou's reaction, afraid that he would refuse.
"This …" Song Qingshu immediately frowned.
"Is it very difficult?" Lu Guanying asked anxiously.
"It is indeed a little difficult." Song Qingshu's words made Lu Guanying's heart sink, but what he said next made him wild with joy: "If it was anyone else who asked me for help, I would definitely refuse without thinking, but with Brother Lu's current relationship … since Brother Lu has asked, I will do it no matter how difficult it is."
"Young Master agreed?" Lu Guanying said in surprise.
Song Qingshu nodded: "Brother Lu, there's no need to be so distant in the future. You can just call me Qingshu or Brother Song."
"Brother … Brother Song!" Lu Guanying knew his place and did not dare to call him by name. Brother Song was enough to make him excited for half a day. After all, the difference in their martial arts and status in the martial world was not small.
Lu Guanying suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly: "Right, the imperial court seems to have sent people over to help. I will think of a way to contact them first. When the time comes, we will have a higher chance of success if we work together."
"The imperial court?" Song QingShu quickly realized that the imperial court that Lu Guanying was referring to was the Southern Song Dynasty. Thinking about it, it made sense. Han Zhangchou's power was overwhelming. With such a big thing happening here, it was impossible for the Southern Song Dynasty to ignore it.
"Good. Brother Lu, thank you for your hard work." Song Qingshu nodded and looked at Lu Guanying's back as he left. He seemed to be lost in thought. It was better to have people from the Southern Song Dynasty. He would not have to be the vanguard. Moreover, he could take advantage of this opportunity to get in touch with the people from the Southern Song Dynasty …
"Reporting to the Great Master. We have found traces of the Song Mountain Sect in the vicinity of the Pure Jade Monastery." A subordinate of the Golden Dragon Gang ran over and reported while Song Qingshu was lost in thought.
"The Song Mountain Sect?" Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows. His expression became thoughtful. Why would the Song Mountain Sect come here?
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