Xiao Feng didn't have time to think about this before, but now that he thought about it, he was shocked.
"That scoundrel is really vicious, he wants to kill me with a borrowed knife!" Thinking of his son almost dying in Shaolin, Xiao Yuanshan was furious.
"King Xiao, think carefully, do you have any enemies who would want to kill you like this?" Zhao Min reminded him.
Xiao Feng frowned and thought, "Those who want to kill me, Madam Ma is definitely one, Quan Guanqing is also one, but they don't need to do that."
"Could it be Murong Bo, that scoundrel?" Xiao Yuanshan said while gnashing his teeth. When he thought of how he talked with his enemy all these years, and how he taught him martial arts several times, he was furious.
"I don't think so," Song Qingshu said, "Murong Bo's goal is to revive the Yan Kingdom, if he can provoke the two countries to war, he will naturally spare no effort. But now Liao has been crippled by the Jin Kingdom, and is not the same as before. Plus, Shaolin is in the Jin Kingdom, even if something happens to you in Shaolin, Liao probably won't dare to cause trouble for the Jin Kingdom. More importantly, I just met Murong Bo a while ago, I'm afraid he won't have the chance to appear in Dali, which is thousands of miles away."
"Then who could it be?" Xiao Yuanshan looked like he was going crazy. Although his martial arts were high, he was not good at things that required him to use his brain.
"Could it be your political enemy in the country?" Zhao Min suddenly looked at Xiao Feng and said.
"It is indeed possible," Xiao Feng's eyes moved, obviously having a few guesses, "But although he has ulterior motives, I still have to thank him. After all, to some extent, it is because of him that I didn't make a big mistake, and didn't have to stuff cattle and sheep with empty promises." As he spoke, he looked at Azhu beside him, his eyes full of tenderness.
Zhao Min stealthily poked Song QingShu, then moved closer to his ear and whispered, "Did you see that? Although Xiao Feng is inferior to you in many aspects, you are far inferior to him when it comes to devotion."
"That's true." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, unable to defend himself.
"By the way, Commandery Princess and Second Brother, did you come to the Jin Kingdom for the Southern Song Dynasty's expedition to the north?" Seeing how intimate Zhao Min and Song Qingshu were, Xiao Feng couldn't help but smile in his heart. He thought that his second brother's charm was really great. He even managed to win over the number one beauty of Mongolia.
Xiao Feng did not like women. Furthermore, he only had Azhu in his heart. Thus, he only had blessings for the two of them to be together.
"Yes," Zhao Min smiled sweetly, "I didn't expect Xiao Wangye to be so well-informed even though he is far away from the central."
"When I passed by the Great Song's territory earlier, I noticed that there were frequent movements of soldiers. It is clear that they are preparing for a northern expedition. It is not hard to guess."
Xiao Feng chuckled. "At that time, the Southern Song Dynasty, Mongolia, Golden Snake Camp, and our Liao will launch a joint attack. Hahaha ~"
After all, he was a Khitan. Previously, the Jin Kingdom had almost destroyed the Liao Kingdom. The two countries had formed an indelible hatred. When he heard that the Southern Song Dynasty was going to launch a northern expedition, he was naturally excited.
Zhao Min glanced at Song Qingshu with a faint smile and said, "Well, when the time comes, the four of us will join forces to destroy the Jin Kingdom."
Song Qingshu glared at her. Zhao Min knew that he was Tang Kuo's defense and naturally understood that he would not allow the Jin Kingdom to be destroyed. Obviously, she said this on purpose.
"Alright, let's not talk about national affairs today. Let's have a good drink." Song Qingshu was worried that he would easily expose himself if he continued to talk, so he raised a bowl of wine and toasted Xiao Feng.
"Second Brother, you look so gentle. I didn't expect you to be so forthright." As the saying goes, when drinking with a bosom friend, a thousand cups are not enough. Xiao Feng was overjoyed and raised his bowl to drink with him.
Xiao Yuanshan was also a drinker. These years of hiding in Shaolin Temple had made him feel suffocated. Now that the father and son had reunited, escaped from death, and heard the news of the enemy, he could not help but be addicted to alcohol. The three men took turns to drink and soon the sky was dark.
The father and son of the Xiao family were born with an amazing capacity for liquor. Song Qingshu had experienced the baptism of high-purity liquor in his previous life, so he was naturally not afraid of the liquor in this world. He drank bowl after bowl and soon finished dozens of jars, attracting the attention of the surrounding diners.
In the end, Azhu finally could not stand it anymore. Worried that Xiao Feng had not recovered from his serious injury, she insisted on interrupting their drinking party.
Song Qingshu and the others also drank until they were dizzy. They were already seventy to eighty percent drunk, so they took the opportunity to end the drinking party. Azhu called for the waiter to help support the father and son of the Xiao family back to their room.
Ah Zi had originally planned to support Song Qingshu to show off, but seeing Zhao Min stretch out her hand, she rolled her eyes and very naturally retracted her hand. She would not touch the brows of the Mistress at this time.
Song Qingshu was already so drunk that he could not even walk steadily. Zhao Min held one of his hands on her shoulder and said unhappily, "I don't know why you drank so much!"
Song Qingshu hummed a few times, but it was not clear what he was saying.
Zhao Min was angry and amused at the same time. She had never seen this bastard in such a sorry state … Thinking of this, she suddenly felt that the smell of alcohol on him seemed to smell better.
She supported him back to the room and gently laid him on the bed. At this time, Ah Zi considerately brought a basin of water. Zhao Min was just about to ask her to help Song Qingshu clean when Ah Zi stuck out her tongue at her, "Ah Zi will not disturb master and mistress anymore." After saying that, she revealed a knowing smile and trotted out, considerately closing the door.
Zhao Min was startled and could not help but not know whether to laugh or cry, "This bastard, all the girls he found are mischievous." She knew that Ah Zi had misunderstood their relationship, but for some reason, she did not explain.
Looking at the man who was sleeping like a dead pig on the bed, Zhao Min snorted, "I've never served anyone in my life. You're really lucky."
While saying that, she helped him take off his shoes. Originally, she thought that it would be very smelly. After all, when she accidentally touched her father's shoes when she was a child, she almost died from the smell. This incident still made her feel a lingering fear.
"Hey, there is no smell?" Zhao Min carefully let go of her pinched nose and muttered strangely.
How could she have known that Song QingShu's internal energy had reached a level that could shake the ancients and dazzle the contemporaries? The zhenqi in his body was endless, and he had already cleansed his body of all the toxins. Although he couldn't reach the point of having a fragrant body as described in cultivation novels, he wasn't far from it.
After lifting his legs to the bed, Zhao Min wet a towel and gently wiped Song Qingshu's forehead and neck. Looking at his fiery red skin, she could not help but snort, "Aren't you afraid that the enemy will take the opportunity to kill you?"
Although she said so, she had been surrounded by top masters since she was a child. Naturally, she knew that when one's martial arts reached a certain level, the body would automatically respond to the external danger. If she revealed her killing intent at this time, even if the other party was drunk, he would definitely launch a thunderous counterattack.
Gently wiping the wine stains on Song Qingshu's body, Zhao Min squatted by the bed with her hands resting on her cheeks. She quietly looked at the man in front of her, as if she was reminiscing and muttering to herself, "Life is really unpredictable. When I first met you, you were just a poor follower of Zhou Zhiruo. I didn't even look at you. Who would have thought that I would take the initiative to wipe your body now …"
Usually, Song Qingshu's eyes were too bright and too aggressive. It was rare for her to look at him so closely. Thinking of his usual high-spirited and hateful look, and seeing him sleeping like a baby, Zhao Min could not help but be mischievous. She used her hair to gently touch the tip of his nose.
"Hmm …" Song Qingshu wrinkled his nose as if he was sleep-talking, but he did not seem to wake up at all.
The corner of Zhao Min's mouth curled up, and she continued to use the tip of her hair to brush his nose. Song Qingshu subconsciously reached out to touch his nose, but she was already prepared. In an instant, she moved her hair away, so he touched nothing but air. After rubbing his nose a few times, he put his hand back.
"So stupid …" Zhao Min's brows were full of smiles. It was rare to see him so stupid, so she continued to tease him.
"Stop it …" Probably because he touched nothing the last time, Song Qingshu's speed was much faster this time. He turned over and held her in his arms.
Zhao Min was stunned, and then she instantly blushed. She reached out to push him, "Let go of me!"
"Stop it." Song Qingshu turned over, and Zhao Min's entire body was instantly carried to the bed. "Hmm, you smell so good …"
As he said that, he moved his nose to sniff Zhao Min's body, making her feel itchy and shy.
"Are you really drunk or pretending to be drunk!" Zhao Min pinched him hard and said with some anger.
However, after being pinched, Song Qingshu did not respond at all. He continued to move against her body. His hot breath on her skin made Zhao Min's heart suddenly tremble. She was in a trance, and when she realized that he had already kissed her lips.
Zhao Min's eyes instantly widened, and she hurriedly tried to push him away. Unfortunately, he was as heavy as a pig on her body, and she could not resist at all.
"This bastard!" Thinking of how she felt that he was sleeping as quietly as a baby, Zhao Min wanted to slap herself. However, when he opened her teeth and drove straight in, her body suddenly softened.
Bits and pieces of the two of them since they met appeared in her mind, and Zhao Min's pretty face became even redder. In the end, she simply reached out and hugged the man on top of her, and began to recall tenderly.
After who knew how long, Song Qingshu suddenly said doubtfully, "Zhiruo, how did your chest become so big?"
Zhao Min's entire body stiffened, and the sweetness in her heart instantly disappeared. She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. It turned out that this bastard had been mistaking her for Zhou Zhiruo all along!
She did not know where she got the strength from, but she instantly knocked off his Lushan Claws on her chest. She pushed him away and jumped off the bed. While tidying up her messy clothes, she glared at him fiercely, "Song Qingshu, you're a bastard!"
After saying that, she stomped her feet and ran away without looking back. Song Qingshu reached out to stop her, but he was too drunk, and he instantly lost his balance and fell off the bed.
Hearing a heavy thud behind her, Zhao Min subconsciously turned around. Her entire body froze for a moment when she saw him fall to the ground, but in the end, she still snorted and did not go back.
"Mistress, what are you doing?" The other party happened to bump into Zi at the staircase and asked in confusion.
"No … nothing," Zhao Min felt a little guilty and covered her clothes, "By the way, your master is too drunk and fell to the ground. Go take care of him."
After all, she was still worried about Song Qingshu, but she did not want to go back by herself, so she looked for the girl in front of her.
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