Song Qingshu was startled. "What's wrong?"
Huang Rong bit her lip and looked out of the door. "Go and seal Dawu and Xiaowu's sleeping acupoints."
"Why?" Song Qingshu felt that this request was somewhat inexplicable. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. "Could it be her …" But he immediately denied this idea. He knew Huang Rong's temperament well. How could it be what he thought?
"Do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?" Huang Rong gave him a reproachful look. "The internal force is jumping around in my meridians, making me … very … very itchy."
Song QingShu finally realized that the other party had used a relatively more face-saving word when she said itchy. Recalling her expression just now, he knew that she must have been worried about making some indecent sounds and being heard by the big and small martial artists outside. If that happened, her reputation would be ruined.
"Okay." After figuring out the reason, Song Qingshu smiled slightly and appeared outside the courtyard in a flash. Dawu and Xiaowu were concentrating on guarding against the situation outside. How could they expect that someone would sneak attack from behind? Of course, with the gap between their martial arts, even if they expected it, they could not react at all.
After sealing their sleeping acupoints, Song Qingshu carried them to the room next door. After all, they were loyal to their duty, and it was not good to let them sleep in the mud.
After dealing with all this and returning to the room, Song Qingshu said as he closed the door, "Now it's all right. You don't have to worry about what someone will hear or see."
"Hmm …" Huang Rong was extremely ashamed. She thought that it sounded like a rendezvous with her lover.
"Let's continue?" Seeing that the other party acquiesced, Song Qingshu continued to dredge her blocked meridians with the One Yang Finger.
The room fell into a strange silence because Guo Fu, Dawu and Xiaowu had all fallen asleep. At this time, only the two of them were in the room, and the air seemed to be filled with a charming atmosphere.
Huang Rong had been gritting her teeth to bear it. Now that she had no scruples, she finally began to hum softly. Of course, she deliberately suppressed it at first.
But as Song Qingshu's fingers moved faster and faster, Huang Rong felt the pain was unbearable, and then she felt sore and numb, and then she felt limp and numb. Unconsciously, the sweet voice in her throat became more and more seductive.
Song Qingshu's heartbeat quickened as he listened. He thought to himself, "Damn it. Do you think I'm Liu Xiahui?" Of course, he also knew that Huang Rong didn't do this on purpose. Her True Qi was rampaging in several sensitive meridians, and it was difficult for a normal person to endure it. Moreover, she was originally a bit muddle-headed due to her high fever. She was in a half-awake state, and she didn't even realize how seductive her voice was.
After cultivating for two hours, Song Qingshu finally finished his treatment. At this time, Huang Rong had already collapsed on the bed.
Because of the unbearable pain and itchiness, Huang Rong twisted her body from time to time. Now, most of her body was exposed outside the quilt, revealing the attractive curves of her body. Song Qingshu secretly called her a vixen and hurriedly went to the bed and covered her with the quilt again.
"Thank you ~" Huang Rong opened her eyes weakly. Her messy hair was all wet with sweat and stuck to her temples, revealing a trace of pitiful look.
Huang Rong had always been beautiful, but she always exuded a kind of mature charm. Now, she actually revealed a rare girlish look, which made Song Qingshu have to sigh that the creator favored her.
"Where are your clothes? I'll get a clean set for you to change into." Song Qingshu was worried that if he continued, he would turn into a werewolf, so he quickly shifted his attention.
"No … no need." Huang Rong's voice was a little flustered.
Song Qingshu frowned. "You just finished cultivating, and now your whole body is soaked in sweat. If you don't change into clean clothes immediately, you will most likely have a cold in your body. At that time, your condition will be worse, and my previous efforts will be in vain."
"Okay … okay, then I'll get it myself." Huang Rong said as she struggled to get up. Are you kidding me? In this era, even the husband wouldn't touch a woman's clothes, so how could she let other men touch them?
Unfortunately, she was already seriously ill, and in addition to the fact that she had just finished the treatment, she was sweating all over, and her whole body was weak. Just when she wanted to get up, her hands became weak, and she fell back onto the bed.
Song Qingshu hurriedly helped her to sleep, and said with some embarrassment, "Rong 'er, even if we don't put our previous relationship aside, with my current identity, I am a doctor who treats patients. In the eyes of doctors, there is no distinction between men and women. Thinking about it this way, is it acceptable?"
Huang Rong knew that it was not realistic to get up to get it in her current state, so she had to stretch out an arm from under the quilt and pointed to the wardrobe on the other side. "The clothes are over there. Just get me a dress."
"Okay." Song Qingshu smiled slightly, went over to open the wardrobe, and picked for a while inside. Finally, he picked out a satisfactory one and walked over to hand it to her.
Huang Rong saw the pink underwear in the clothes, and her face was shy and angry. "You … How can you …" How could he touch such private clothes?
Of course, Song Qingshu knew what she wanted to say. He sighed and said, "You are soaked in sweat. How can you not change your underwear?" Coming from the future, he didn't think it was a big deal. In that era, not to mention underwear, men often went to the supermarket to buy sanitary pads for their girlfriends.
Huang Rong twisted her body and also felt a little sticky and uncomfortable. She had to grab the clothes in his hand and quickly shrank back into the quilt. "Go outside."
Song Qingshu looked strange. "Rong 'er, are you sure? If I stand at your door and be seen by others, there may be some gossip. "
Huang Rong knew that he was acting shamelessly, but what he said was not impossible. Thinking of the possible risks, she had to grit her teeth and said, "Then turn around and don't peek!"
Song Qingshu let out a long sigh. "Rong 'er, you and I have known each other for so long. Don't you know what kind of person I am? If I really wanted to look, I would look openly. Why would I sneak around? "
Huang Rong was silent. She knew that with his status and martial arts, if he really wanted to do something to her, he had ten thousand ways to do it. There was no need to go through so much trouble. She could only apologize and said, "Prince Qi is magnanimous. I am just a woman. It is natural for me to measure the heart of a gentleman with my own mean measure."
"Prince Qi." Song Qingshu's tone became more and more sad. "I remember that last time on Peach Blossom Island, our relationship was clearly quite harmonious. Why is it that when we meet again, our relationship has become so much more distant?"
Huang Rong lightly clenched her teeth, an expression of wanting to say something but hesitating. Song Qingshu also knew that it was not good to talk about many things. Turning around, he ended the topic. "You change your clothes. I won't look."
Looking at his tall back, Huang Rong blushed. If it were any other man, even if he turned around, she would not change her clothes in the same room. However, after being with him for so long, she understood his temperament. Biting her lips, she wrapped herself in the blankets, took off her sweat-soaked clothes, and began to change.
After a while, Song Qingshu suddenly said, "Are you done changing?"
Sensing that there was something strange in his tone, Huang Rong could not help but ask, "What is it?"
"Someone is coming." Song Qingshu said in a low voice. The approaching person's footsteps were light and graceful. Presumably, their martial arts were not weak.
"Ah?" Huang Rong cried out in alarm, her heart beating wildly. If others saw the two of them in the same room and her clothes were disheveled, even jumping into the Yellow River would not be able to clear her name.
"They may not come looking for you. Don't scare yourself." Song Qingshu retreated to the side of the bed and said in a low voice.
Huang Rong's delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted. If the other party came here in the middle of the night, who else could it be but her? The key point was that the lights in the room were still on, so she could not pretend to be asleep.
"Dong, dong, dong ~" At this moment, there was a light knock on the door. Obviously, the other party was also afraid of disturbing the person in the room. "Madam Guo, are you there?"
Hearing this clear and melodious voice with a hint of tiredness, Song Qingshu was startled. How could it be her?
Huang Rong also recognized the other party's identity. She subconsciously looked at Song Qingshu and said, "Miss Yang, what can I do for you?" The person who came was the yellow-robed woman.
"I have something to ask Madam. Is it convenient to come in and talk?" The yellow-robed woman asked.
Huang Rong frowned. Naturally, it was not convenient to talk in the room. "Can we talk tomorrow?"
"I also know that it is a bit abrupt to come here in the middle of the night, but tomorrow we may leave for the capital. At that time, I may not have a chance to talk to Madam." The yellow-robed woman's tone was full of apology. "My mind is in a mess right now and I have a lot of doubts. I can't find anyone else to talk to, so I just want to ask Madam. I hope Madam doesn't mind."
Since the other party had already said this, Huang Rong was too embarrassed to refuse. More importantly, the other party's words were reasonable. She was worried that if she refused again, it would arouse the other party's suspicion. If the other party suspected that she was being kidnapped or something, it would be troublesome if she called someone else.
Huang Rong was clever, and in an instant, her mind thought of all kinds of possibilities.
"Miss, please wait a moment." Huang Rong hurriedly put on her clothes and moved closer to Song Qingshu. "Leave from the back window so that she doesn't see you."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "Her martial arts are not weak. If I open the window and leave now, she will definitely notice. At that time, it will not be good if she suspects that you are secretly seeing another man." In fact, he was also curious about what the yellow-robed woman wanted to say.
Huang Rong bit her lip. She knew that he was speaking the truth. She could only whisper, "Then you must hide well. If I am discovered, I will not be able to live."
Song Qingshu smiled slightly. "Don't worry." He immediately hid behind the screen behind the bed.
Huang Rong struggled to get up from the bed. She wanted to open the door for the other party, but after trying several times, she felt powerless. At this time, an invisible gust of wind gently swept the door latch and opened it.
Huang Rong was startled. She knew that Song Qingshu sympathized with her current state. She was moved and worried that the yellow-robed woman would see through her, so she quickly said, "Miss Yang, please come in. The door is not closed."
The yellow-robed woman pushed the door open and entered. There was some doubt in her heart. When she knocked on the door, it should have been locked. Could it be that she was mistaken?
"May I know why Miss Yang is visiting so late at night?" Huang Rong noticed the doubt in her eyes. She secretly cursed in her heart and hurriedly diverted her attention.
The yellow-robed woman came to her senses. "I am very sorry to disturb you so late at night."
Huang Rong struggled to sit up. She leaned against the headboard. "It is no problem."
"Are you alright, Madam?" The yellow-robed woman hurried over to help her. Suddenly, she noticed the messy clothes on the bed. Her eyes could not help but narrow.
Huang Rong smiled faintly and said, "I caught a cold earlier and was drenched in sweat after a nap. After changing my clothes, I didn't have time to tidy up. It's all because of Fu 'er. She said she would stay behind to take care of me, but she ended up sleeping like a pig."
The yellow-robed woman looked at Guo Fu, who was sleeping soundly on the table. Her doubts disappeared. "The imperial bodyguards are everywhere tonight. I am afraid it will be difficult to find a doctor. Should I go and find an imperial physician for you?" The Emperor was traveling with several people from the Imperial Hospital.
Huang Rong shook her head. "There is no need. I am sweating all over and feel much better. Let's talk about you."
The yellow-robed woman opened her mouth. She was obviously hesitant. "I do not know where to start."
Huang Rong became curious. "There is no need to rush. Speak slowly."
After a while, the yellow-robed woman said, "Madam is quick-witted. She has been guarding Xiangyang all these years. I am afraid I can only tell her about my troubles."
Huang Rong did not interrupt. She quietly played the role of a qualified listener.
The yellow-robed woman continued. "How does Madam view Song … Prince Qi?"
Huang Rong was startled by this question. Her first reaction was to think that the other had seen through her. Only when she saw the confusion and pain in the other's eyes did she realize that she had misunderstood. "Prince Qi is so young but has such extraordinary abilities. He can be said to be a dragon among men."
She knew that the other was hiding behind the screen. She was very pleased to hear this. However, in front of the yellow-robed woman, she could only give an objective evaluation. "He is also handsome and at ease. Who knows how many girls dream of him?"
At this point, she suddenly had a thought, "Miss Yang must also like him very much."
Song Qingshu, who was behind the screen, had heard Huang Rong's evaluation of him. Just when he was feeling proud of himself, he suddenly heard this. He pricked up his ears to hear the yellow-robed woman's reply.
The yellow-robed woman's pale face suddenly blushed. After a long silence, she replied, "I do not want to hide it from Madam. I really do have a good impression of him."
Huang Rong smiled, but in her heart, she cursed Song Qingshu. This bastard has been flirting all day long. God knows how many women he has been with.
The yellow-robed woman's voice was full of melancholy. "But after what happened on WuTang Mountain, I suddenly feel that I don't know him anymore."
"Oh, why?" Huang Rong's spirits were lifted when it came to things related to Song Qingshu.
The yellow-robed woman sighed and said, "In this trip to WuTang Dang, the Emperor, Jia Shidao, King Yi, and my master … Everyone was defeated. Only he was the ultimate winner. Putting everything together, it's hard for me not to suspect that he was the one who planned everything."
Huang Rong, who was smart, immediately guessed what the yellow-robed woman was thinking. "This time, Song Qingshu became the biggest winner. It's impossible to say that he didn't have a plan. But this time, it involved so many things that it was unprecedented. Whether it was the Emperor, Jia Shidao, or King Yi, each of them had painstakingly prepared for it for many years. I don't believe that Song Qingshu could have arranged all of this. He is a man, not a god. At most, he just took advantage of the situation."
The yellow-robed woman nodded slightly. "I know it's not his fault. It's just that he put the Emperor under house arrest and controlled him like a puppet. Is he planning to replace him?"
Before Huang Rong could answer, the yellow-robed woman said, "Although he said that it was to defend against the Alien Clan, I really don't know whether what he said was true or not. Madam Guo, do you think he is a great hero or a hypocritical gentleman?"
Huang Rong was about to answer, but the door was suddenly slammed open. A black shadow flew in like lightning.
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