Song Qingshu had just heard the group of maidservants boasting about this nuisance of a young master, and he couldn't help but ridicule him. At the same time, he wanted to see what kind of person he was.
He saw a young master in embroidered clothes walking in leisurely. He was wearing a long tasseled sash tied with multicolored silk knots, a green embroidered tasseled gown, and a pair of green satin boots with pink soles.
The short hair around his head was tied into small braids, and the red strands ended. Together, they were gathered to the top of his head, forming a large braid that was as black as paint. From the top to the end, there were four large beads strung together, and the horns were made of gold. He wore a silver-red flowery robe, and he still wore a necklace, precious jade, locket, amulet, and other items. His trousers were half-exposed, and he wore black silk stockings with embroidered edges and thick red shoes. His face looked like it was covered with powder, and his lips looked like they had been painted with rouge. His eyes were full of affection, and his words were like a smile. His natural charm was all at the tip of his eyebrows; thousands of emotions were all at the corner of his eyes. Looking at his appearance, he was the best, but it was hard to know his background.
"He's really … a handsome young master." Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. After thinking for a long time, he could only think of this word to describe him.
Song Qingshu had to admit that this young master was indeed handsome, but he had too much powder on him. With his current eyesight, he could naturally see that the other party was not a woman disguised as a man, but a real man. Men with powder on their bodies were either effeminate, or had a strange temperament, like Dongfang Bubai in the past. But this young master had powder on him, but it didn't make people feel disgusted. Instead, it seemed to fit his temperament very well.
Looking at the many expensive ornaments hanging on his body, Song Qingshu could feel how much he was pampered at home. It was definitely the kind of feeling that he was afraid of falling or melting in his mouth.
Although Song Qingshu also admitted that this person was indeed handsome and romantic, he still didn't think so. "It's better for a man to be masculine."
The handsome man's eyes lit up when he saw Zhou Zhiruo in the room. "Sister, you're really beautiful. Even Diaochan and Xishi from ancient times would feel inferior in front of you …"
Song Qingshu felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to the mushy flattery. He thought to himself that he was already good at coaxing women, but compared to this brat below him, he paled in comparison.
His mouth was not just smeared with honey, he was simply exaggerating against his conscience. Although Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, it was too exaggerated to say that she was better than Diao Chan and Xi Shi.
The group of servant girls knew what was good for them. Seeing that their young master and Zhou Zhiruo were talking, they did not stay behind to be a third wheel. Instead, they secretly exchanged glances and quietly left the room. In the end, they even considerately closed the door for the two of them.
Song Qingshu was infuriated when he saw this. These maidservants were really hateful!
"Diao Chan Xi Shi?" Zhou Zhiruo snorted lightly. Her tone was full of sarcasm. "Do all young masters use this trick to deceive girls?"
"In all honesty, if it wasn't for the fact that you're really beautiful, why would I say that?" The young master stretched out his hand and made a vow. "If I said anything false just now, let me die a horrible death!"
Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes. He thought to himself, 'Who asked you to raise flags? If you do anything improper later, I'll immediately make your vow come true.'
However, Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly. "You're really frivolous."
Who knew that the young master didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and moved closer. "Sister, how did you know that the elders in my family would also evaluate me like that? It seems that we're really fated."
Zhou Zhiruo's skirt fluttered in the wind. She kept a distance from the other party without leaving a trace. She asked tentatively, "It seems that young master is very afraid of the elders in your family?"
Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo knew how to protect herself, Song Qingshu withdrew his hand. At this moment, he had also figured out that Zhou Zhiruo was trying to get information from the other party. He was in no hurry to disturb her.
Hearing her mention the elders in her family, the young master's eyes clearly showed some fear. However, he quickly concealed it and laughed. "Filial piety is the most important of all virtues. It's only right to respect the elders in my family."
"The people on this island seem to be very afraid of you. Young master, you must have a distinguished identity, right?" Zhou Zhiruo continued to probe.
"Now that we're in front of flowers and under the moonlight, it's too much of a wet blanket to talk about this." The young master was a little impatient with her questions one after another. He opened his arms and wanted to come over and hug her. "Let me have a taste of sister's beauty first. If sister can serve me comfortably, I can answer any question you have."
Song Qingshu sneered in his heart. He had thought that the young master was a good young master. He didn't expect that the young master was actually a lecher. He had revealed his true intentions so quickly. Of course, he couldn't sit back and watch the young master molest Zhou Zhiruo. He circulated his Qi slightly and was about to make a move.
Seeing that the young master opened his arms and pounced over, a cold light flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes. She slightly opened her index finger in her sleeve. It was obvious that she was really angry and planned to use the extremely powerful Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
Just at this moment, there was a sudden cracking sound. A black-clothed man jumped in from the window like lightning and pressed his palm against the young master's back. The young master still had an alluring smile on his face when he suddenly fell to the ground like a pile of mud.
Seeing that his attack was about to succeed, the man in black did not stay any longer. He jumped out of the room like a ghost and disappeared into the night without a sound. Only the two people in the room were left dumbfounded.
Both Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo had planned to attack the young master. Therefore, when they saw the man in black rushing in to attack the young master, their first reaction was to treat him as an ally. They didn't expect that he would be so ruthless and take the life of the young master in luxurious clothes in an instant. By the time the two of them reacted, the man had already disappeared without a trace.
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly realized something and her expression changed greatly. She was about to chase after him when suddenly there was a noise in the courtyard outside.
"There's an assassin! There's an assassin!"
"Quick, go and see how the young master is doing."
Hearing a group of people running in her direction, Zhou Zhiruo secretly cursed. She knew that the young master in luxurious clothes was very important. Now that he had died in her room, she would not be able to clear her name even if she jumped into the Yellow River. Even if she told the truth, the people of the Isle of Heroes might not believe her. They would definitely capture her first and then torture her.
Zhou Zhiruo was not willing to sit and wait for death. She gritted her teeth and was about to break out of the encirclement when she suddenly felt a hand gently press down on her shoulder. She couldn't help but turn pale. Just as she was about to fight back, she heard a familiar voice.
"Zhiruo, it's me!"
Zhou Zhiruo turned her head in disbelief and looked at the familiar smile of the man in front of her. Her delicate body couldn't help but tremble. "Song Qingshu?"
"We'll talk about the rest later." Song Qingshu gently pressed down on her lips. At the same time, he flicked his sleeves and closed the open window. He then hurriedly ran to the body of the young master in luxurious clothes and squatted down. He used his inner force to smooth the mask in his hand and then placed it on the young master's face.
At this time, the people of the Isle of Heroes had already rushed to the door and started knocking on it. "Young master, young master?"
Song Qingshu hurriedly gestured to Zhou Zhiruo and said, "Hurry up and go to bed!"
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