"Wisdom King, do you want to come and practice the Blissful Dhyana as well? We can exchange our experiences on the way." Song Qingshu teased.
Jiu Mozhi's expression changed. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Since ancient times, those who practice the Blissful Dhyana are all wise men. My cultivation is not high enough. I'd better not try."
"Wisdom King, you didn't come here just to laugh at us, did you?" Qu Feiyan and Zhong Ling were too shy. In front of outsiders, they were too embarrassed to fall into Song QingShu's arms, so they broke free at the same time and stood nearby, making Song QingShu very depressed.
"Young Master Song, you must be joking. I'm here to congratulate you on your recovery from your internal injuries and the fact that you've learned a supreme martial art. Also, I'm here in the name of my country's king to deliver the letter of alliance between Tubo and the Qing Dynasty. Please give it to your country's king." Jiu Mozhi took out an exquisite booklet from his pocket and handed it to Song Qingshu.
"Oh?" Song Qingshu took it. He was not in a hurry to put it away. Instead, he asked, "How is the war between your country and Mongolia?"
"Since you entered Tibet, you must have seen how dangerous the road is. As long as our country is united in defense, no matter how strong the Mongolians are, they won't be able to gain any advantage. Our Emperor happened to be inspecting the frontline recently, so he can't host a banquet for you. Please forgive me." Jiu Mozhi looked apologetic.
"Wisdom King, you worry too much. Song Mou knows what's important." Thinking of the other Tantric sects, Song Qingshu's face flashed with worry. "Ji Sun's worries are not in the moment, but in the inside. I'm afraid that the Nanduo Temple, Vajra Sect, and Shingon Sect will cooperate with the Mongolians and lead a wolf into the house."
"You are right. This is also what we are worried about." Jiu Mozhi nodded with a serious expression.
"Haha, let the State Preceptor worry about this. Song Mou will not interfere." Song Qingshu handed the letter to Qu Feiyan and motioned for her to keep it. "State Preceptor, don't worry. Song Mou will definitely deliver the letter to my Emperor."
"Thank you, Prince Song." Jiu Mozhi nodded.
"My injuries are almost healed. I plan to return to my country tomorrow. I won't have to say goodbye to the Grand Preceptor then," Song Qingshu replied.
"I understand. If that's the case, I won't disturb your rest anymore. I'll take my leave first." Jiu Mozhi revealed a strange smile and floated away.
"That stinky monk looked at us strangely when he left." Zhong Ling pouted unhappily.
"From what I see, he's not some great monk, but just a flowery monk, his mind full of filthy thoughts." Qu Fei Yan was also a little unnatural under his stare, coldly snorting.
"A monk is also a man." Song Qingshu held the two women's small hands in his hands. "He must be envious of my luck with women, to have two such beautiful and lovely girls."
Zhong Ling was fine. She was willing to give herself, but Qu Fei Yan was a little uneasy. Last night, she had offered herself as a pillow, and Song Qingshu had taken her virginity, making her depressed. When she woke up in the morning, although she was in front of Song Qingshu, she had taken the Princess of Jin City for the first time.
Her face was exceptionally well-behaved, but her heart was extremely melancholy.
Song Qingshu was also keenly aware of the unnaturalness hidden under the two women's smiles. He pulled the two out and said, "It's rare to come here. We have to go around and see the scenery. Come, let's go to Lhasa City to play." But in his heart, he was thinking: Ah, I haven't even fallen in love yet and I've already rolled in the sheets. It seems that I can only go to bed first and then buy more time to cultivate feelings.
The three of them wandered around Lhasa City for a long time. The exotic atmosphere seemed to have a different flavor. However, the three of them were tall and handsome, and the women were soft and beautiful. They were also dressed like people from the Central Plains. Later on, the residents on the street looked at them and pointed at them.
"Brother Song, let's not stroll around. I feel that they look at us like they are looking at monkeys. It always feels strange." Zhong Ling shrank behind Song Qingshu, pulled his sleeve and said in a low voice.
"Well, that's right. Let's go back." Song Qingshu took her hand and secretly praised how smooth and soft it was. Then he planned to return to Ningma Temple.
"Hey, there are Han girls in the city. Little girl, let me do my duty as a host and take you to visit the famous attractions in the city."
Song QingShu and the other two turned around in astonishment, only to see a plump and sturdy man laughing at the two women. He was dressed luxuriously, and there were more than ten guards standing around him.
"Beauty is an original sin everywhere." Song Qingshu looked at the two women and smiled bitterly. He turned back to the man and asked, "I am Song Qingshu, the envoy of the Daqing Kingdom. May I know who you are?"
"The envoy of the Daqing Kingdom? I have never heard of you. "The fat man hesitated for a moment. Looking at the two women's petite and weak figures, he only felt a fire rising in his lower abdomen." I suspect that you are spies sent by the Mongolian Kingdom. Come on, take me down and take me back for strict interrogation. "
Song Qingshu's face darkened. He kept complaining in his heart, "Why are there such powerful people everywhere who kidnap women? Did I overestimate the moral integrity of the ancient people?" Seeing that his subordinate's martial arts were good, he was just an ordinary master. When he was about to teach him a lesson, a soft female voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Zong Zan, you are bullying the people again."
A look of unwillingness flashed across the fat man's face. He quickly bowed and said, "Zong Zan greets Mother."
Song Qingshu looked back in shock and saw a carriage parked nearby. A woman behind the gauze curtain said, "Zong Zan, your father went to the frontline to supervise the war. He told me to discipline you well. I didn't expect that you would bully the people again as soon as he left."
"Mother, you misunderstood me. I just saw that these people didn't seem to be familiar with the terrain of Lhasa. I wanted to introduce the various attractions in the city to them. I didn't mean anything else." Zong Zan smiled awkwardly.
"Really?" The woman in the carriage turned to look at Song Qingshu and the others. She seemed to be asking for their opinion.
"Mother, Zong Zan? Could it be Prince Zong Zan of Tubo? " Song Qingshu knew that it was better to avoid trouble when they were in the other's territory. He quickly replied, "The prince was just doing it out of kindness."
Chapter 19: The Princess of Jincheng
Seeing their clothes, the person's voice sounded a little excited, "Looking at your clothes, you should be people from the Central Plains. Are you from the Kingdom of Song?"
The three of them looked at each other. Song Qingshu had to answer honestly, "One of us is from Dali, and the other two are from the Kingdom of Qing."
"Oh." The person in the carriage could not hide her disappointment. She said faintly, "Recently, Tubo is not very peaceful. If you have nothing to do, you should return to the Central Plains as soon as possible … Let's go." Hearing her order, the coachman drove the carriage and left slowly.
Prince Zong Zan glanced at the two women greedily. He followed the carriage unwillingly and gradually went away.
"Who was that fat man just now?" After the other party disappeared at the end of the street, Song Qingshu asked the peddler at the side.
"He is our Zan Pu's favorite son, Prince Zong Zan, also known as the Devil's Incarnate. He usually likes to bully men and take women. You are lucky this time that you met our Queen. Otherwise, I'm afraid you would not be able to keep your two female companions." The peddler whispered.
"Queen?" A trace of doubt flashed across Song Qingshu's face. "But she didn't seem very old just now. How could she be Prince Zong Zan's Queen Mother?"
"Foreigner, you don't know this. The Queen is not Prince Zong Zan's biological mother. She is the Princess of Jincheng sent by the Kingdom of Song a few years ago. Zan Pu is very fond of her. Therefore, although the Queen is only a few years older than Prince Zong Zan, the Prince is also somewhat afraid of her." The peddler saw that no one else was paying attention to this side and quickly explained.
"Princess of Jincheng, no wonder she was a little excited when she saw our attire." On the way back, Song Qingshu sighed. "Just now, I seemed to be able to feel the sorrow between her eyebrows through the curtain. Presumably, her heart must be extremely sad when she came to the Wild Land for the marriage … Hey, what's with your eyes?"
"Brother Song, you won't have any thoughts about her, right? She is the Tubo Queen, right?" Qu Feiyan's eyes were full of suspicion.
"What nonsense are you talking about," Song Qingshu said awkwardly. "I'm just expressing my feelings. Besides, we are leaving tomorrow, what thoughts can I have."
"Is it that if we continue to stay in Tubo for a while, you will have thoughts about her?" Zhong Ling caught the loophole in his words and echoed.
"You two little girls, are you on the same side now? Look at this husband's display of manliness! "Song QingShu reached out and tickled the two women's armpits, making them giggle and beg for mercy.
While playing, Song Qingshu looked back at the place where the carriage disappeared. He sighed in his heart: "Since ancient times, there has never been a good ending for an old man and a young wife …"
As night fell, Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan, who had always been lively and active, suddenly became silent. Sitting in the room, Song Qingshu also noticed that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange and quickly said: "Tomorrow, we are going back to Dali, have you prepared the luggage?"
"Ready." Qu Feiyan replied, then lowered her head to look at her toes and no longer spoke. Chapter One: Princess of Jincheng
Song Qingshu was stunned and had to continue to ask: "Did you buy any herbs? We suffered a lot from altitude sickness before."
"Yes." Zhong Ling snorted and also lowered her head to play with the corner of her clothes.
When Song Qingshu saw this, he was immediately happy and directly said: "It's getting late, why don't we just go to bed and conserve our energy. We still have to hurry on tomorrow."
"Oh ~"
"En ~"
Two very cute answers, but they did not move an inch. Song Qingshu yawned: "It seems that you are in good spirits, I will go to bed first." After that, he fell on the bed, and not long after, he began to snore.
Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan looked at each other and continued to sit on the bench. After a long time, they finally could not resist the drowsiness, and the two gritted their teeth and walked step by step to the bedside.
"I will sleep inside." After a long silence, Zhong Ling said.
"Then I will sleep outside." Qu Feiyan replied with a red face.
After a series of rustling sounds, the two girls carefully crawled into the quilt, far away from Song Qingshu, not daring to touch a single bit of his skin.
After a long time, Zhong Ling felt a hot hand touching her lower abdomen. She was taken aback, but worried that it would disturb Qu Feiyan next to her, she could only clench her teeth and did not dare to make a sound. Who knew that the hand would take a mile after taking an inch. It slowly moved up and went deep into her underwear, constantly playing with her soft little chest. Zhong Ling could not bear it anymore, and was about to speak, when suddenly she heard Qu Feiyan's slightly trembling voice: "Brother Song, didn't you say that we need to conserve our energy … to conserve our energy …"
"Big Brother, I'm cultivating the Delightful Zen Art. What I'm doing now is conserving my strength." Song QingShu's hateful voice rang out.
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