Song Qingshu looked at her beautiful eyes and couldn't help but sigh. "What's the point of saying all this now?"
The yellow-gowned woman was dazed, but she quickly understood. Everything had been settled. Yes or no, it didn't matter anymore.
"But I still want to know!" The yellow-gowned woman raised her head. She had a stubborn look on her face. She wouldn't be a woman if she could always be rational.
Song Qingshu was a little surprised. Seeing her hopeful eyes, he hesitated and finally answered, "Yes!"
"I thought you would at least find a reasonable reason to lie to me." The yellow-gowned woman looked bitter. She suddenly became a little lost.
Song Qingshu looked at the distant night sky and said slowly, "There's no point in lying to you. Even if I say I didn't mean to delay, you won't believe me."
"I understand." The yellow-gowned woman was expressionless. She turned around and was about to leave. But after two steps, she stopped and asked, "What are you going to do with the emperor?"
"He won't die," Song Qingshu answered briefly.
The yellow-gowned woman continued to ask, "You want to use him as a puppet?"
"Zhao Gou is not a good emperor." Song Qingshu didn't answer directly. "I think you know that better than me."
"But he is the most legitimate emperor, and this is the Zhao family's empire!" The yellow-gowned woman was a little angry.
"The Zhao family's empire?" Song Qingshu laughed mockingly. "A hundred years ago, it was the Guo family's empire!"
The yellow-gowned woman opened her mouth, but she couldn't refute. Everyone in the world knew that the founding ancestor Chen Qiaoyi rebelled. But she didn't want to be led by the nose, so she said, "No matter what, it's not the Song family's empire."
"Do all the nobles and generals have guts?" Song Qingshu answered in a deep voice. "Chen Sheng and Wu Guang said this. It is one of the spiritual cores of the Chinese people for thousands of years. A just cause enjoys abundant support, and an unjust cause finds little support. If an emperor loses the people's support, it doesn't matter if he changes the emperor."
The yellow-gowned woman opened her mouth in shock. "You … you really have the ambition to be an emperor! Then what's the difference between you and Jia Shidao and King Yi? "
"Of course there's a difference!" Song Qingshu answered without even thinking about it. "I won't deny that I have a lot of selfish motives, but my main goal is to fight against the unprecedentedly powerful Mongolia. History has proven that if we rely on the Zhao family, we will only drag the world into the abyss, and it will be difficult for us to escape the fate of destruction."
"You are twisting words and forcing logic. A few years ago, the imperial court defeated the Mongols several times in Sichuan, Xiangyang, and other places. How is it destined to bring destruction to everyone?" The yellow-robed woman was incomparably furious.
"I really can't explain this." Song Qingshu's tone was full of melancholy. He couldn't tell her that the Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Mongols in history, and then the Song people became the lowest class of people.
"So, these are all excuses. To think that I used to think that you …" At this point, the yellow-robed woman bit her red lips tightly. In the end, she didn't say anything else and directly turned to leave.
Looking at the back of the yellow-robed woman as she left, Song Qingshu muttered to himself, "I want to put my worries into the zither, but there are few friends who understand me. Who will know when the string is broken?" The yellow-robed woman's reaction was actually within his expectations. He didn't blame her for hating him. It was just that when he thought of the favorability that he had painstakingly raised to the maximum, it instantly dropped to zero, he still felt very sad.
"You spend your days in the bushes of flowers, but not all women in this world are idiots!" At this moment, a cold laugh came from behind him. He turned his head to look and saw a graceful and beautiful woman standing not far away. Her usually bright and charming face was now covered in a layer of frost.
"Madam has also come to denounce me?" Song Qingshu laughed bitterly. The woman in front of him was naturally Li Qingluo.
"Shouldn't I be here to denounce you?" Li Qingluo said through gritted teeth. "In order to help you, I didn't hesitate to use Yu Yan as a cover. Who knew that you would actually have designs on Yu Yan and say it in front of so many people? How is Yu Yan going to marry someone else in the future?"
She could privately use Yu Yan's marriage to convince Wang Ziteng, but publicly speaking was a different matter. Song Qingshu's taking advantage of the situation made her extremely angry.
"Thank you, Madam, for helping me rope in Wang Ziteng previously." Song Qingshu bowed respectfully.
"Don't change the topic!" Li Qingluo didn't fall for his trick at all. "To think that I was thinking for you wholeheartedly. I didn't think that you would have designs on taking all of us. Don't you have any shame?"
"Madam, you misunderstand," Song Qingshu explained hurriedly. "The reason why I said what I did was to gain Wang Ziteng's trust. Previously, when you told him, he clearly didn't believe you. I said the same thing when I didn't have anything to back up with you. That made him believe that it was true, and that then led to the cooperation between our two parties."
"But …" Although Li Qingluo felt that what he said made sense, she still felt that something was off.
"Madam is just worried about Yu Yan's reputation," Song Qingshu explained with a smile. "Madam, you don't have to worry about this. There weren't many people present at the time. Zhao Gou is already a cripple. From now on, he will be under our control. How could he spread it? The others are all on our side. Who would spread it? "
"You really didn't have those kinds of thoughts?" Li Qingluo asked doubtfully.
"Yu Yan seems to be shrouded in mist at all times. She's like a fairy with a natural beauty effect. If I say that I don't have feelings for her, it only proves that this person isn't a man." Seeing Li Qingluo's expression change slightly, Song Qingshu changed the topic. "However, with our relationship, she is just a junior to me. How can I be such a beast?"
"It's best if you don't." Li Qingluo snorted. "Not only are you not allowed to take action, you can't even think about it!"
"I can't even think about it in my heart?" Song Qingshu stilled.
Li Qingluo was instantly enraged. "You really think about it!" Her temper had always been fiery. In her anger, she could not help but slap his chest.
Song Qingshu instantly spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire person fell limply.
Li Qingluo was startled and hurriedly supported him. There was a hint of panic in her voice. "What's wrong with you? I didn't use much strength."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "It's not so easy to kill a Great Grandmaster. I suffered a very serious internal injury during the day. I just didn't want others to see through me, so I forced myself to hold on."
Li Qingluo was worried that she would aggravate his injuries and did not dare to move him. She knelt on the ground and held him in her arms. She gently supported his head on her thighs. Her tone was full of anger. "Then why did you heal Huang Yaoshi! Did you see that Huang Rong was beautiful and wanted to win her favor? "
Song Qingshu could not help but show a trace of a smile. "Why? Is Madam jealous?"
"You're still joking at a time like this." Li Qingluo glared at him angrily. She took out a Nine Turn Bear Snake Pill from her bosom and fed it to him. "Don't talk anymore. Circulate your power to dissolve the medicine and adjust your breathing."
She had visited Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui at Beating Drum Mountain before. The two had given her a lot of Xiaoyao Sect's healing medicine to protect herself.
"Don't worry. Help me back to the room first." Song Qingshu said.
Li Qingluo hesitated. "Will it aggravate your injuries?"
Song Qingshu smiled. "I'm not a porcelain doll. Don't worry. I'm not that fragile."
Li Qingluo thought that it would be inappropriate for others to see the two of them sticking together so intimately. So she got up, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and helped him into the room.
After entering the room, she closed the door behind her. Li Qingluo helped him to sit on the bed. "Hurry up and heal."
Song Qingshu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I need Madam to help me."
Li Qingluo could not help but snort. "Aren't you afraid that I'll take advantage of you and use the Dark North Divine Power to absorb your cultivation?"
Song Qingshu smiled. "It's not like you didn't try it last time. In the end, you suffered a double loss and benefited me instead."
Li Qingluo blushed. She remembered that they were still enemies at that time. She used the Dark North Divine Power to absorb his cultivation while he was healing her. In the end, she was turned into a slut by his Joyful Genuine Qi. She actually threw herself on him shamelessly.
She could still remember that feeling even now. Now that she was reminded of it, she felt hot all over.
Li Qingluo suddenly felt that something was wrong with her body. She noticed his Claws of Lushan. She was annoyed and amused at the same time. "You little bastard. You're still thinking of mischief at a time like this."
"I want to heal my injuries," Song Qingshu replied with a serious face.
Li Qingluo was a little annoyed. "If you want to heal your injuries, why don't you hurry up and do it?" Her body seemed to have become more sensitive. Being hugged and hugged by him, she could already feel it. She remembered that he was seriously injured. Firstly, she was worried about his body. Secondly, she was afraid of being teased. So she quickly pushed him away.
"Madam, have you forgotten what kind of martial arts I practice? I'm healing my injuries like this." Song Qingshu hugged her soft body and whispered in her ear.
Feeling the heat beside her ear, Li Qingluo's heart trembled. At this time, she also thought of the characteristics of his martial arts. She could not help but spit out, "Such evil martial arts, and it's actually Buddhist. Really …"
How could she continue speaking? Her body was already mature to the extreme. Feeling the masculinity of the man's body, she felt that her body was a little greasy. She couldn't help but hug the man on top of her tightly …
After a while, Li Qingluo finally realized that something was wrong. "You bastard. You're full of energy. You don't look like you're seriously injured."
Song Qingshu chuckled. "I'm really healing my injuries."
"Ptui. You must have deliberately pretended to be seriously injured to divert my attention." Li Qingluo's cheeks were red. She wanted nothing more than to bite him. However, she was a little worried that he was really injured. She was a little reluctant.
"I was indeed pretending. However, my injuries are also real." Song Qingshu hurriedly explained.
"Then I'll warn you again. Don't have any ideas about Yu Yan." Li Qingluo said hatefully.
"Yes, yes, yes ~" Song Qingshu answered absent-mindedly.
"You bastard!" Li Qingluo suddenly exclaimed. Because she noticed that when she mentioned Yu Yan, there was a very obvious change in her body.
"You can't blame me. It's a natural reaction of my body." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.
"No, I must keep Yu Yan away from you in the future. It's too dangerous." Li Qingluo bit his shoulder fiercely.
"Hiss ~" Song Qingshu sucked in a breath of cold air. "Madam's temper is really strong. In order to thank Madam for healing my injuries, I'll help Madam vent her anger."
"Oh ~"
… …
After an unknown amount of time, a lazy and sweet voice rang out in the room. "You're really unbearable. At worst, in the future … in the future, I'll allow you to occasionally use the Transfiguration Technique to make me look like Yu Yan. In any case … in any case, we look similar. It should be able to satisfy those little thoughts that you can't put into words. This is the biggest concession I can make. Otherwise, you might really do something to Yu Yan. "
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