Seeing that Song Qingshu was silent, Zi giggled again, "How many men dream of having sisters in the same bed? Master, how can you miss it?"
Song Qingshu's nose became hot. He was really tempted by what she said, but he quickly shook his head and said, "Your sister is my sister-in-law. I won't touch her."
"Tsk, she's not married to Xiao Feng. How can she be his sister-in-law?" Zi curled her lips in disdain. Seeing that he really thought so, she rolled her eyes and tried another way to tempt him, "Even if you don't touch her, you can stay. It's so exciting to play with your sister next to your sister …"
Seeing that her words were getting more and more outrageous, Song QingShu couldn't help but give her a slap on the butt. "Alright, you're still so young. What's in your head? Why are you so dirty?"
"You call this dirty?" Zi was a little disapproving, "Those bad guys in Xingxiu Sect have more tricks in this aspect."
Song Qingshu was speechless, thinking that it was not without reason that Xingxiu Sect was called evil in the pugilistic world, "Alright, you're not in Xingxiu Sect now. Don't use that method here."
After saying that, he was worried that she would say something that would challenge her rationality again. Without waiting for her to refute, he hurriedly carried her out of the room and went next door.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Azhu, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, opened her eyes. Her pretty face was already extremely red, "This wicked girl is really out of control. I have to find a chance to teach her a lesson."
Although the conversation between Song Qingshu and Azhu was soft, she was already a light sleeper because she had a lot on her mind. However, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to face him when she woke up, so she simply continued to pretend to be asleep. As a result, she heard every single one of her sister's bad ideas. It could be said that she was scared out of her wits. She was afraid that Song Qingshu would really be persuaded by her to take action. Fortunately, he was a gentleman in the end and didn't listen to Zi's suggestion.
Song Qingshu's sudden arrival dispelled her sleepiness. How could she sleep now, especially when she thought that he had carried her sister next door …
"This damned girl is really shameless!" Originally, it was her nature to want to protect her younger sister, but Zi's "Master, please come and pamper me" look made her unable to do so.
When she thought about how she was still a young girl, but her younger sister had already tasted it and knew how to be obsessed with men, Azhu felt her cheeks heat up.
Just as she was tossing and turning in bed, she suddenly heard a faint sound of crying coming from next door. Azhu was shocked. She wondered if Song Yunxuan was bullying her sister. She hurriedly got up from the bed, put on her clothes, and rushed next door. Unfortunately, she stopped after a few steps.
"Even if Mr. Song is really bullying Zi, why should I save her?" Azhu struggled in her heart. "If I go there, I might not be able to save her and even get myself killed …"
But in the end, she still put on a straight face. She thought about how her younger sister was related to her by blood, and how she had grown up alone in a place like Xingxiu Sect. Although she was nominally a maid in the Murong family, she had lived a luxurious life since she was young. Her younger sister had suffered so much, and now she had no relatives. If she didn't save her, who else would?
So she mustered up her courage and walked next door. But courage was one thing, instinctive fear was inevitable, causing her to walk slower and slower. Just then, she suddenly heard what her younger sister was crying about.
She was indeed crying, but it was not a normal kind of crying. That kind of sound made her face turn red and her legs go weak. Although she was unmarried, she was not a fool. Naturally, she understood what was going on. She couldn't help but spit, thinking that she must have been crazy to think that her younger sister would be bullied!
She wanted to leave immediately, but she didn't know why she didn't move her feet immediately. Instead, she blushed and pricked up her ears to listen to the sound — people's desire for gossip was engraved in their genes, not to mention that one of them was her own younger sister.
But not long after, she couldn't stand it anymore. The sound that came from inside made a young lady like her wish that there was a hole in the ground to crawl into. She hurriedly went back to her room and closed the door. Only then did she calm down a little.
"Why does this stupid girl act like a prostitute? How shameless …" Azhu spat, but the sound she heard just now still continued to echo in her ears. After all, it was the most instinctive sound of a human being, the great harmony of life. How could it be so easy to forget?
She quickly took off her clothes and went back to bed. She grabbed the blanket and covered her head. Although she couldn't actually hear it, her mind couldn't help but fill in some scenes that made her heart beat faster.
She suddenly felt that something was wrong with her body. She reached out to touch her thigh. Her face was so red that it was about to drip blood: "I'm going to die …"
When the sun was high up in the sky, Song Qingshu left Ah Zi's room feeling refreshed and returned to his own palace. Zhao Min had already finished washing up and was playing the zither in the palace. Seeing him return, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Where did the busy man go last night?" She woke up in the middle of the night and found that Song Qingshu wasn't by her side. In the end, he only returned now. As a woman, it was inevitable that she felt a little resentful.
Seeing her face that was even more beautiful than usual, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "I couldn't sleep last night, so I planned to make arrangements for Shen Bijun's matter. In the end, I ran into Xiao Yuanshan there …"
"Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts are extremely high. He really is troublesome." Zhao Min shook her head. "If I were you, I would have let him die silently yesterday, completely ending everything."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly: "When a man is alive, there are always things he can do and things he can't. After all, he is big brother Xiao's father."
"Alright, you're a man, and I'm a little girl. That's enough." Although Zhao Min said this, she actually agreed with his actions. An unscrupulous person might be able to obtain short-term benefits, but in the long run, the gains definitely didn't make up for the losses.
"From the sound of your zither just now, it seems that you're in a very good mood." Song Qingshu wisely didn't argue with her and changed the topic.
"Of course." Zhao Min smiled. "It seems that the special training I gave you before was quite useful. You can actually distinguish the mood of the person playing the zither from the sound of the zither."
"A great teacher produces a great disciple." Song QingShu gave him another not too big nor too small horse, thinking that anyone with a terminal illness would be in a good mood if they were cured overnight.
Hearing his words, Zhao Min's face turned slightly red. She mumbled in a low voice: "Is there a great disciple who got his master into bed …"
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. Especially when he saw her occasionally reveal a hint of shyness, he couldn't help but want to go over and hug her. Who knew that Zhao Min would suddenly frown: "Don't touch me!"
"???" Song Qingshu was confused. He didn't know how he had offended her.
Zhao Min snorted in annoyance: "There's the smell of other women on you, and it's not just one woman."
Song Qingshu: "…"
What the hell, are all women born in the year of the dog? Not only can she smell a scent that doesn't belong to her, she can even distinguish how many women the other party has been in contact with?
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