When the group arrived at the dock, there was already a huge merchant ship docked there. This world's water transport was very developed. Even though the countries were fighting, there were still countless ships coming from the south to the north.
Wan Gui used his background to find such a ship in a short amount of time. The owner of the ship was an old Zhejiang merchant family. Knowing that important people were coming, they purposely left the top floor of the ship open.
A sailor had already helped the servant move the luggage up. After they all got on the ship, the ship set sail.
"The Southern Song Prime Minister's Mansion sure has a lot of face." Song Qingshu looked at the flattering ship owner and couldn't help but laugh.
As the young madam of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qi Fang naturally didn't have to deal with these merchants. These social activities were all handled by Taohong. She went back to her room to rest.
The other two servants were arranging the accompanying luggage. Song QingShu was a little bored at the moment. After all, this ship was a large merchant ship. The guards on the ship were already very impressive. In addition, they were at the highest level, so no one would be stupid enough to disturb them.
Song Qingshu went out and stood on the balcony of the top deck. He looked at the city of Yangzhou that was getting further and further away. He sighed. This trip to Yangzhou had been smooth. They were about to succeed. Who knew there would be such a big change at the end.
This time, he was able to escape death. Song Qingshu couldn't help but be glad that he was lucky. The past day and night was so long. There were a few times when he thought he couldn't escape. Who knew in the end, he would make it.
"When I first came to this world, I was looking for martial arts manuals all over the world. At the time, I sighed that the main characters were unbeatable. Now, it seems that my luck is also very good."
The river wind brushed his face. Song Qingshu felt refreshed. He had always been an optimistic person. Maybe in the eyes of others, he had lost his martial arts, which was a bit tragic. But in his eyes, when he first came to this world, his meridians were all broken and he was on the verge of death. That was called despair. Now, his heart was strong enough.
All these years of experience and vision allowed him to know that his cultivation had only temporarily dissipated because of the Golden Ripple Flower. As long as he found a way to cure the poison of the Golden Ripple Flower, recovering his cultivation would be a matter of course.
Furthermore, this calamity wasn't in vain. At the very least, judging from the current situation, he was now completely immune to all poisons.
"Sigh, comparisons are odious. Duan Yu is invincible just by eating a toad, but I've been struggling on the edge of life and death for so long." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.
"Guard Xiong, why are you laughing?" A gentle voice suddenly came from behind him.
Song Qingshu stared blankly. For a moment, he didn't realize that he was the Guard Xiong that the other party had mentioned. It wasn't until the other party repeated her question that he turned around and said, "So it's Young Madam."
The cool breeze on the river caused Qi Fang's dress to flutter. The hair on her head was also somewhat disheveled and hung over her cheeks. Her body was graceful and slender, as if she would be blown away by the wind.
"The wind is strong outside. Young Madam, you should return to your room and rest." Song Qingshu didn't want to have any contact with her. Once the boat was far enough away from Yangzhou, he would find a chance to quietly disembark. From then on, their fates would be in their own hands.
Qi Fang shook her head and said with a slight smile, "It's fine. In my early years, I also learned martial arts. My body isn't as delicate as the other madams and young ladies in the capital."
Hearing this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but look her up and down. Although he had lost his cultivation, his eyesight was still there. The young madam in front of him had a rosy complexion and exuded a moist luster. Indeed, she looked healthier and more energetic than most of the ladies in the boudoir. However, that was all. Presumably, after living like a princess for so many years as a young madam, coupled with the fact that she had given birth to a child, her martial arts had long since been mostly abandoned.
Noticing that Song Qingshu's eyes were staring at her, Qi Fang's elegant eyebrows wrinkled. She thought to herself, 'How can this person be so rude?' However, she was, after all, born in Jianghu. She wasn't as particular as the other noble madams. Lightly coughing, she opened her mouth and said, "Guard Xiong, these past two days, you've been busy inside and outside. In the end, what have you been doing?"
Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, "Young Madam, you don't know?"
"I know a little. As for the specific details, I'll need Guard Xiong to tell me." At this time, Qi Fang was standing in the wind. Song Qingshu could faintly smell a woman's body fragrance.
"I don't know what kind of rouge and face powder she uses. It smells pretty good." Song Qingshu secretly pondered.
"Guard Xiong?" Qi Fang continued to ask with a frown.
"Since Wan … Young Master didn't tell you, he naturally has his reasons. This subordinate doesn't dare to speak carelessly." At this time, they still hadn't completely escaped from danger. Song Qingshu had no choice but to be careful. He imitated Xiong Da's tone and replied.
"Guard Xiong, you only have Young Master in your eyes. You don't have me?" Qi Fang somewhat angrily glared at him.
"I don't dare." Song Qingshu lowered his head and didn't meet her eyes. He was very clear about his greedy and lustful nature. This Qi Fang used to be Jing Zhou City's number one beauty. As the saying goes, Jing Zhou City's thousands of beauties and hundreds of beauties. Even with Song Qingshu's picky eyes, he had to admit that the young woman in front of him was as beautiful as a flower. He was afraid that looking at her a few more times would cause his lustful nature to act up again.
However, the current Song Qingshu was no longer as unprincipled as he was a few years ago. Di Yun, that silly boy, was honest and loyal. Over the years, he had done his best to do things for him. As the saying goes, one shouldn't bully a friend's wife. Even though the woman in front of him was now Madam Wan, she was also Di Yun's sweetheart. Therefore, Song Qingshu tried his best to avoid any interaction with her.
Qi Fang didn't expect to run into a soft rebuff. In her anger, she suddenly came up with a plan, "Just now, you … you were a bit rude to me. If I speak of it, you should know what the consequences are."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. He didn't expect this girl to know how to use both kindness and power, "What does Young Madam want to know?"
Seeing that he was on the right track, Qi Fang smiled with satisfaction, "Who were you dealing with last night when you were so busy?"
"Golden Snake King … Song QingShu." Whenever he spoke his name, he always had a strange feeling.
"It really was him." Qi Fang had also vaguely heard some of it yesterday, "But as far as I know, Golden Snake King's martial arts are unparalleled and his Qinggong is unparalleled. How could you people deal with him?"
"Hmph, of course we had to use some despicable means." Song Qingshu snorted coldly and roughly explained the matter of the Golden Ripple Flower.
After he finished, Song Qingshu suddenly noticed Qi Fang's surprised expression and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, "Young Madam, please don't speak of this."
Noticing his nervous expression, Qi Fang smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell Young Master. Moreover, I also think that this method is a bit despicable."
After a pause, she suddenly faintly sighed, "Why do you want to deal with Golden Snake King?"
"This subordinate doesn't know." Song Qingshu casually replied.
"I heard that Golden Snake King fought against the Manchurian Qing and is a great hero of the Han people of the Central Plains. In addition, he also saved a dozen princesses … Sigh, Third Brother really shouldn't have done this time …" The Third Brother Qi Fang was talking about was naturally Wan Gui. Wan Zhen Shan had many disciples and Wan Gui was ranked third among them, so he was addressed as such.
Song Qingshu looked at her in surprise. It should be known that all the people she had come into contact with in her life, except for Di Yun, were all evil and shameless people. Her father Qi Changfa, her father-in-law Wan Zhen Shan, her husband Wan Gui, and now Moqi Chen …
Living in such an environment, it was really rare for her to still be able to maintain a pure and innocent heart.
Qi Fang was just expressing her feelings when she suddenly remembered that there was an outsider beside her. She couldn't help but blush and hurriedly said, "I was just saying it casually today. Don't take it to heart and don't spread it." She then turned around to return to her room.
"Young Madam …" Song Qingshu suddenly called out to her.
"Hmm?" Qi Fang turned around and looked at him with her big eyes in confusion.
"Why did Young Madam help me hide what happened in the carriage?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but ask.
Thinking back to when this man had grabbed her breasts, Qi Fang's face turned red. However, she quickly gathered her thoughts. Afraid that the other party would misunderstand, she hastily replied in a cold voice, "Don't let your imagination run wild. I just don't want someone to die because of me." She didn't wait for him to reply and hurriedly returned to her room.
Song Qingshu was startled but quickly realized what she was worried about. He couldn't help but laugh. She was indeed a woman who scrupulously abided by the virtues of a woman.
However, Qi Fang's tragedy was that she scrupulously abided by the virtues of a woman. She was an extremely traditional woman, adhering to the principle that if she married a chicken, she would follow the chicken. Even after she found out that her husband's family had harmed her father and Di Yun, she still wholeheartedly thought for her husband. In the end, she died in Wan Gui's hands.
If she had the personality of a city woman in the future, it would have been a different ending. After all, Di Yun liked her so much that he didn't mind her marrying and having children. If she had been a bit braver, this pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks could have lived happily together for the rest of their lives.
After Qi Fang returned to her room, she hastily hid behind the screen and untied her clothes. Looking at her wet chest wrap, she couldn't help blushing. It turned out that the reason she had rushed back was not only because she didn't want to be misunderstood, but also because her breasts had swollen up.
After giving birth to a daughter, coupled with living like a princess, her milk had always been plentiful. However, there were professional wet nurses in large families, so she didn't need to breastfeed herself. This caused her breasts to swell up and become heavy, so she had no choice but to quietly squeeze them out every once in a while.
After a long time, Qi Fang was drenched in sweat and finally finished her routine. Looking at the bowl full of milk in front of her, her cheeks were extremely attractive.
Soon, it was night time. Because the ship was well guarded, Song Qingshu didn't need to do anything, so he sat in meditation in his room, trying to communicate with the True Qi that was scattered throughout his body. Suddenly, he felt something. After opening his eyes, he saw a black shadow sneaking past the door.
Song Qingshu's heart trembled. It must be known that Qi Fang was now the Young Madam of the Prime Minister's Residence. The owner of the merchant ship naturally didn't dare to neglect her, so he vacated the top floor for them to live in.
And Song Qingshu's room just happened to be at the entrance of the stairs. Qi Fang and Taohong's room was even further inside. In this way, Song Qingshu could provide better protection. To get to Qi Fang's room, they would inevitably have to pass by his door.
"Could it be a thief?" Song Qingshu frowned. He really couldn't figure out who would dare to mess with the Tai Sui. Moreover, there were guards arranged by the merchant ship at the entrance of the stairs. How did this person get up here?
If Qi Fang was only Moqi Chu's granddaughter-in-law, Song Qingshu couldn't be bothered to care about her life or death. Unfortunately, she was also Di Yun's sweetheart. Moreover, Song Qingshu also didn't want to see such a kind-hearted person meet with any mishap.
Raising his long sword, Song Qingshu hurriedly chased after the thief. Although he couldn't use his internal energy now, he still had his sword skills. He was more than enough to deal with ordinary thieves. Moreover, he still had the Soul Transfer Art as his trump card. If he really ran into an expert, he would still have the power to protect himself.
When Song Qingshu came out of his room, he saw a black shadow flash past the corner of the corridor not far away. He couldn't help but feel his heart sink. That was Qi Fang's bedroom.
By the time he chased after it, he had already lost track of the black shadow. After looking around, he suddenly saw a slightly swaying window. It just happened to be Qi Fang's bedroom!
"Did that person go in?" Song Qingshu was shocked. However, he didn't dare to rush in rashly. After all, this was only his speculation.
"Young Madam, Young Madam?" Song Qingshu knocked on the door and asked in a deep voice.
Unexpectedly, there was no response even after he shouted a few times. Song Qingshu's heart sank. "Young Madam, I just chased a black-clothed man here. If Young Madam still doesn't answer, in order to ensure Young Madam's safety, this subordinate will come in now."
There was still no answer. Even Taohong's room next door didn't move. Song Qingshu no longer hesitated. He reached out and pushed the door. He found that the door was locked from the inside. In desperation, he had no choice but to jump in through the half-opened window.
"Young Madam?" After entering the room, Song Qingshu continued to call out to Qi Fang while he braced himself for the thief's sneak attack.
Creak ~
There was a movement on the other side. Song Qingshu looked up and saw a black shadow jumping out of the window over there. Song Qingshu chased after it for two steps and suddenly stopped. Now catching the thief is secondary. The most urgent task is the safety of Qi Fang.
He hurriedly lit the candle and vaguely saw a person lying on the bed. Song Qingshu hurried over to check.
"Huh?" He saw Qi Fang lying quietly on the bed, covered with a quilt.
"Young Madam?" Song Qingshu shouted twice. There was still no movement.
Song Qingshu checked her nose and found that she was still breathing. He was relieved. "Fortunately, it's just a drug."
Noticing that Qi Fang's round shoulders were faintly exposed, Song Qingshu couldn't help but frown. He hesitated for a moment and reached out to lift the corner of the quilt. He couldn't help but hold his breath.
It turned out that Qi Fang was naked under the quilt!
Her fair and supple body was unreservedly displayed in front of him. Her smooth shoulders, delicate collarbones, slender waist, perfectly round thighs, and especially that heavy and full chest, there was a faint trace of sparkling milk stains ….
"Is it a rapist!" Song QingShu was shocked. His eyes swept over her body, and when he didn't find any signs of being violated, he heaved a sigh of relief. "I must have found out before you could do anything."
Song Qingshu thought that he needed to strengthen his guard in the future. He was about to put down the quilt when suddenly the door was kicked open and Taohong rushed in with a group of people.
"You came at the right time …" Noticing that there were men coming in, Song Qingshu hurriedly put down the quilt and was about to tell them what happened just now. Taohong was already trembling with anger. She pointed at him and cursed. "Come on, take down this beast who violated the Mistress!"
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