"His finger was broken?" Song Qingshu was deep in thought. In fact, Ren Yingying had told him about it before. At that time, he thought that the famous finger-breaking master in Jianghu was the Nine-fingered Beggar, Hong Qigong. But Hong Qigong couldn't have kidnapped Huang Rong. "How was his martial arts?"
Huang Rong recalled for a moment and shook her head. "His kung fu was very complicated. He had moves from various sects and clans, but his power was greater than those of the disciples from those sects …" She began to describe his kung fu as she spoke.
As Song QingShu listened, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "I know who he is!"
"Who?" Huang Rong opened her eyes wide. She was also curious.
"Murong Bo!" It turned out that Song Qingshu had just thought of an old story. When he was in the Jin Kingdom, Murong Bo used Joined Finger to fight with his sword Qi and hurt his finger. Besides, he knew all kinds of martial arts from all kinds of sects, and he could even surpass his master. It was hard to think of anyone else but the Murong Family of Gusu.
"Isn't Murong Bo dead?" Huang Rong was startled. North Qiao Feng, South Murong, and most of South Murong's reputation was built by Murong Bo. In Jianghu, he could be considered a grandmaster. When he passed away, he had caused a sensation.
"He faked his death …" Song Qingshu then told her about the Murong Family's ambition to revive the Yan Kingdom.
"I see!" Huang Rong was very smart. With enough information, she instantly understood everything. "He wanted his son, Murong Fu, to be in charge of the military in Sichuan, so he could take the opportunity to rebel and restore the Yan Kingdom. But Brother Jing was the first candidate under Jia Shidao's command. So, Murong Bo caught me and forced Brother Jing to give up the competition. Then, Murong Fu would have a chance … "
Thinking of the result of the competition, Huang Rong showed a happy expression. "It's a pity that he used all his tricks, but in the end, he still worked for someone else."
Song Qingshu snorted. "Although his trick didn't work, I can't let it go that he bullied your sword. Do you want revenge?"
Hearing his words, Huang Rong's eyes flashed with a strange light. After hesitating for a moment, she finally nodded. "Yes!" At this moment, she seemed to have regained the demonic spirit of the past, no longer the well-behaved wife and loving mother.
"Alright, I'll take you to him now." Song Qingshu's expression was as dark as still water. This was not the first time he had come into conflict with the Murong Clan. This time, he might as well settle everything.
"Now?" Huang Rong was taken aback. "What if my identity is revealed in my current appearance?"
"That's true," Song Qingshu muttered to himself for a while. "How about this, we return to the Prince of Qi's Mansion first. You change into your casual clothes and disguise yourself. We will go together."
"Alright!" Huang Rong nodded. Although she looked calm on the surface, she could not suppress the excitement in her heart.
It had been many, many years since she had done anything risky. It had been so long that she had forgotten that she was not a traditional woman who followed the Three Obediences and Four Virtues. Instead, she was a positive and adventurous little demonic girl.
"Being together with Jing gege is blissful, but occasionally taking risks isn't bad …" Huang Rong became absent-minded for a moment.
"Rong 'er, your body smells so good." Song Qingshu moved closer to less than an inch away from her face and gently sniffed. "You clearly haven't put on any rouge or makeup recently, so why do you still smell so good? En, there seems to be a milky smell … "
Huang Rong blushed from his scent and felt uncomfortable all over. She pushed him away. "Don't get so close."
Song Qingshu giggled and pointed at the wall to the side. "I don't have a choice."
Huang Rong didn't know what to do with his mischievous expression. She could only say, "If you want me to return to the mansion with you, we must agree on three rules!"
"Three rules?" Song QingShu laughed. "What kind of rules?"
"There are so many women in your fu. If you continue to treat me like this, they aren't blind. They will naturally see the relationship between us." Huang Rong bit her lips tightly. "If other people see through us, how will I be able to live!"
Song Qingshu smiled. "Don't worry, I won't be so inconsiderate. When there are people around, I will definitely be respectful to you."
"I hope you will do as you say." Huang Rong wanted him to be respectful to her regardless of whether there were people around. But she knew that this was impossible, so she didn't waste her breath.
"I can't be intimate with you later. Then Rong 'er, shouldn't you compensate me now?" Song Qingshu moved closer with a face full of saliva.
Huang Rong almost fainted from anger. "Who wants to be intimate with you!"
Song QingShu laughed mischievously and said, "This sedan is too crowded. If we sit side by side like this, I'm worried that your stomach will be squeezed and hurt the baby inside. Why don't I carry you?" After saying that, he did not wait for her to respond and carried her into his arms without any explanation.
"You!" Song Qingshu was very agile. When Huang Rong reacted, she was already sitting in his arms.
"Don't get excited. Be careful of the baby." Song Qingshu moved his face closer to hers and said gently.
Huang Rong was about to resist, but after hearing this sentence, her body gradually softened. Thinking of the two times she was in danger, he saved her. When she saw his excitement at that time, her heart also softened. "When we arrive at your house, let me go!"
"Okay." Song Qingshu reached out his hand to hook her chin and slowly kissed her.
Huang Rong's eyes showed a trace of confusion and hesitation. She gradually closed her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Seeing that their lips were about to touch, she suddenly turned her face away. "No, we can't do this."
Song Qingshu sighed. "When I saved you from the Jewel Mountain, didn't we kiss? Why do you refuse now?"
"Don't mention that!" Huang Rong's face was hot. "It was a matter of life and death. I just happened to … In short, it was just an accident."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "It seems that only when you walk on the edge of life and death can you throw away the shackles of the world and reveal your true feelings inadvertently."
Huang Rong was silent. After a long time, she said, "Between the two of us … it was originally a mistake. Since you know it was a mistake, why do you keep making mistakes?"
"When it comes to love, there is no right or wrong." Song Qingshu sighed.
"Love?" Huang Rong raised her head. Her beautiful eyes were as magnificent as gems. "Ask yourself honestly. I'm afraid that your love is more interested in my body, right?"
"You always look at things from such a sharp angle." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "I don't deny that your body is very tempting to me, but I believe you should feel my feelings for you."
"That's nice to hear." Huang Rong spat. Thinking of the anxious expression on his face when he saved her several times, she knew that it was indeed sincere.
However, when she thought of him admitting that he was very interested in her body, Huang Rong became angry. Just as she was about to scold him, a strange look suddenly flashed between her brows. She said angrily, "You're pushing me."
"Ah?" Song Qingshu didn't hear it clearly at first. He only came to his senses when she repeated it. He said a little awkwardly, "It's a normal physiological reaction. Who told you to be so charming? If it were any other man holding you, I'm afraid they would do the same."
Huang Rong snorted. "So it's my fault?" If it was an ordinary girl, she would have been too embarrassed to speak. However, she was a married woman after all, and her daughter was already a teenager. Although she felt a little uncomfortable, she could still communicate with him on this issue.
"My fault, my fault." Song Qingshu hurriedly pleaded for mercy.
Soon, the sedan chair fell into silence. The narrow space seemed to be filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Because the sedan chair was carried by people, it was inevitable that it would shake to a certain extent during the movement. Now that the two of them were tightly hugging each other, as the sedan chair shook, their bodies inevitably rubbed against each other. In addition, Song Qingshu was in a physiological state at this time.
Huang Rong's face became redder and redder. There seemed to be a layer of water flowing in her eyes. She finally couldn't help but speak, but her voice became a little unnatural. "You … put me down."
Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows. "Why do you want to come down? Are you … uncomfortable holding me like this? "
Huang Rong opened her mouth and said in a small voice, "You promised me three rules."
"But we haven't reached the mansion yet?" Song Qingshu said seriously.
"Aren't you being shameless?" Huang Rong said angrily.
"So what if I am?" Song QingShu decided to just throw in the towel.
Huang Rong was about to say something when the sedan chair shook again. This caused her to lose her balance, and she sat heavily in Song Qingshu's arms. She couldn't help but cry out.
"You!" Huang Rong's body stiffened. This situation made her a little speechless.
"Are you three months pregnant?" Song Qingshu suddenly asked.
"What does it have to do with you?" Huang Rong said through gritted teeth.
"Of course it has to do with me. According to scientific research, you can't have sex in the first and last two months of pregnancy," Song Qingshu explained.
"You scoundrel!" Hearing his words, Huang Rong was both embarrassed and angry.
"Seeing Rong 'er's reaction, it should have been three months," Song Qingshu said with a ghost of a smile.
Huang Rong turned her face away from his question and ignored him. At the same time, she regretted that the group of servant girls had given her a few sets of clothes at Han Zhouzhou's mansion. She shouldn't have chosen this one. Although it was beautiful, the material was too thin.
Han Zhouzhou was the chief minister of the court, so the clothes in his mansion were naturally made of the best silk. They were extremely light, and the layers of the dress stuck together. Not only did it not expose her, but it was also as thin as a cicada's wings.
Normally, Huang Rong would be very satisfied with this set of clothes, but now that she was sitting in Song Qingshu's arms, she wished that the material was as coarse and thick as possible. That way, it would at least have a defensive effect. It was not like now, where she could clearly feel the heat of the other's body.
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