After that, they didn't mention the purpose of their visit, and Song Qingshu didn't ask either. They toasted each other and only talked about romance, not business. The atmosphere gradually warmed up.
Because of the wine, Pucha Alihu and Wanyan Zhongjie's originally fair cheeks were now flushed red, making them even more beautiful. The entire room seemed to be brighter under the light of their faces.
Song Qingshu looked at his mother, then at his daughter. He couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Plums, orchids, bamboos, chrysanthemums, each had their own advantages. One was mature and beautiful, while the other was pure and enchanting. He really didn't know who to look at.
However, even the most beautiful scenery had its end. Song Qingshu put down his wine cup and said, "It's getting late. I should go. Thank you for your warm hospitality, Madam and Miss."
"You're leaving so soon?" A pitiful look flashed through Pucha Alihu's eyes. If it weren't for the fact that Song Qingshu knew about her past, he really might have been tricked by her.
"All good things must come to an end. Besides, I've been running back and forth today. I'm a bit tired. I want to go home and rest." Song Qingshu wasn't moved in the slightest.
"If Milord wants to rest, there's no need to go so far. You can just rest in my humble abode." Pucha Alihu's eyes were like limpid autumn waters, and she spoke shyly.
"Spend the night at Madam's place?" Song Qingshu looked at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "I'm afraid that's not very convenient." In the past, there had been all sorts of rumors in the capital, but they were just rumors. He had come here with great fanfare. If he stayed here for a night, everyone in the capital would know what had happened the next day. At that time, the mother and daughter would become Tang Kuo Bian's exclusive property, and it would be difficult for Wanyan Zhongjie to get married in the future.
"I and my daughter don't mind. Why are you afraid, Milord?" Pucha Alihu said with a red face. Wanyan Zhongjie also lowered his head shyly.
Song Qingshu's heart couldn't help but jump. What's going on? Are they really planning to do that? He knew that because of the death of their husband and father-in-law, the mother and daughter had been living very hard these past few years. Especially as Chong Jie gradually grew up, she became more and more beautiful. Her beautiful appearance did not bring them happiness, but instead brought them endless disasters. Moreover, now that their lives were in his hands, could it be that they were planning to completely rely on him? That way, they would be able to avoid any blind crazy bees and butterflies having designs on them, and it would also be able to cure the strange poison in their bodies?
"But I can't sleep anywhere. I'm not used to sleeping alone on an empty bed. I can only sleep soundly when my neck is crossed." Song Qingshu collected his thoughts and decided to test them first.
"Sir, don't worry." Pucha Alihu smiled charmingly and said to his daughter, "Chongjie, go and prepare."
"Yes, Mother." Wanyan Zhongjie's face was so red that it looked like blood was about to drip out. When he left, he didn't even dare to look at Song Qingshu.
Even with his extraordinary willpower, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. There were two layers of meaning in her words. Perhaps she wanted Chongjie to prepare a room for him, or perhaps she wanted Chongjie to prepare it herself …
Suddenly, he thought of something and called in the guards outside. He quietly ordered them to send people back to Tang Kuo's residence and the palace to stand guard. If there were any signs of trouble, they were to immediately inform him.
It turned out that Song Qingshu suddenly realized that the mother and daughter had come up with all sorts of methods to keep him here. They might not be planning to attack him. Perhaps they were trying to lure him away from his territory, so that they could make a move on Tang Kuo's residence or the palace.
Pucha Alihu, who was standing to the side, looked over in confusion. She didn't know why he had called in the guards.
After the guards left, Song Qingshu relaxed and said, "Madam, shall we continue drinking?"
"Sure ~" Pucha Alihu took the initiative to come over and refill his cup. Her voluptuous and enchanting figure, coupled with her strong fragrance, was enough to intoxicate any man.
Very soon, Song Qingshu was drunk. Of course, he was pretending to be drunk. He wanted to see what the other party was planning.
"Sir, sir?" Seeing him sprawled on the table, Pucha Alihu reached out and shook his shoulder lightly.
However, the reply she got was Song Qingshu's muffled voice, "Refill … refill my cup again …"
Seeing that he was really drunk, Pucha Alihu smiled triumphantly. "Sir, you've drunk too much. Let me help you to your room to rest."
"I'm not drunk …" Song Qingshu mumbled. Unfortunately, he was like a dead pig, leaning heavily on Pucha Alihu.
Feeling his weight, Pucha Alihu's smile froze. She could only grit her teeth and help him to the back. Fortunately, he could still walk on his own. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to bring him to his destination alone.
"Where is this?" Song Qingshu pretended to be in a daze as he looked at the quiet room in front of him.
"This is where Sir will be resting tonight," Pucha Alihu explained while panting.
"I said … it's hard for me … to sleep alone," Song Qingshu mumbled.
Pucha Alihu revealed a charming smile. "Don't worry, Sir. Everything has been prepared."
"Is Madam going to accompany me personally? How could I do that?" Along the way, half of his body was pressed against her. Song QingShu only had one feeling, and that was softness. Her body was really soft to the extreme, making people involuntarily have an impulse to ruthlessly ravage her.
Using the excuse of being drunk, he reached out and touched her face. It was still as tight as a young girl's. He wondered how she maintained her face.
Even so, Song QingShu's heart was as cold as ice. He thought that the other party would be angry at his probing, but she actually giggled and said, "Milord, you are really drunk. How could a lowly servant like me have the face to serve milord? There are already younger and more beautiful girls waiting to serve milord."
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. With his level of cultivation, how could he not notice that there was a young girl lying nervously on the bed in the room? From her words, it seemed that Wanyan Zhongjie was inside …
In fact, after a night of probing, he had more or less confirmed that Pucha Alihu didn't have any ulterior motives. She just wanted to use a honey trap on him. The only thing he was curious about was who she would send to do it. Would it be the mother or the daughter? Of course, he had fantasized about the situation that all men would fantasize about, but he knew that it was just a fantasy. Whether it was in the future or this world, that kind of situation was not tolerated by the secular world.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but admire the historical Wanyan Liang. He had really achieved all the fantasies of men. Of course, the price he had to pay was that he would be recognized by history as a licentious ruler.
While his mind was wandering, Pucha Alihu had already left behind an ambiguous smile, considerately closed the door for him, and floated away.
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