"Ah?" She was so close to him that he could clearly feel her breath and her fragrance. Song Qingshu suddenly felt his throat go dry.
Huang Rong stretched out her two snow-white arms and gently wrapped them around Song QingShu's neck. She moved closer to his ear and whispered, "Everyone says that you're a prodigal son in love and that you understand a woman's heart the best. But why do I feel like you're a hothead now?"
The other party leaned close to his ear to speak, her whole body could be said to be half hanging in his arms. Song QingShu only felt that the area in front of him was slippery, making him momentarily unsure of where to put his hand.
"Rong 'er, you've been poisoned." Song Qingshu sighed with a hint of melancholy.
"So what?" Huang Rong looked at him with a flushed face.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, "I don't want to have you in this kind of situation. Afterwards, you will think that I am taking advantage of you. Our relationship has finally progressed, and I don't want to be hated to death by you after today."
"Who said that I would hate you?" Huang Rong's body was like a mermaid as she spoke, constantly twisting and turning.
Feeling that faint contact, Song Qingshu's heart also began to pound, "When you wake up, I'm afraid you won't think that way."
"Then do you have a way to cure me?" Huang Rong stared straight at him, her eyes seemed to be flowing with a layer of water.
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. He ran through all kinds of methods in his mind, but it seemed that there really was no way.
Huang Rong sighed, "Aren't you the antidote?"
Song Qingshu was startled, and then he felt a surge of heat. He never thought that one day he would become such an alluring antidote.
At this moment, Huang Rong suddenly raised her head and kissed his lips. Song Qingshu's body stiffened, and he felt like his head was about to explode. He had always been the one in the offensive position, and Huang Rong had been indifferent to him. He never thought that she would take the initiative to kiss him.
After a long time, their lips parted. Huang Rong buried her head in his chest and said in a barely audible voice, "I also want to save face. Do you really want me to say it so clearly?"
How could Song QingShu not know what she meant? He was so excited that his entire body felt like it was about to explode. Looking down at the beauty in front of him who was like white jade, he suddenly had a mischievous heart. He held her incomparably soft waist and pulled her closer to him. He whispered into her ear, "Beg me!"
"You!" Huang Rong abruptly raised her head and glared at him angrily.
Song QingShu was also a little flustered in his heart. He wondered if he had gone too far. If the cooked duck flew away, it would be too late to regret it.
Huang Rong's expression changed, and her body trembled slightly. It was obvious that she was on the verge of exploding.
Song Qingshu cursed inwardly and was about to correct himself when a charming smile suddenly appeared on Huang Rong's face. "Please!"
Midwinter my ass!
Song Qingshu did not expect her to be so cooperative and obedient. He swallowed his saliva and said in a hoarse and dry voice, "What did you call me?"
"This bastard wants a foot after giving me an inch!" Huang Rong was extremely angry. She did not know why, but she still called out sweetly, "Brother Song …"
He was a few years younger than her, and in terms of seniority, he was a little like her junior. Calling him like this made Huang Rong feel ashamed. But besides the shame, she also had a feeling that she had never felt before. Her heart was beating faster and her cheeks were red. It was as if she was going to sink into this endless sea of bitterness.
Her voice was sweet and cloying. Song Qingshu had been suppressing himself with great willpower when he healed her. Now that the beauty was taking the initiative to be submissive, he could not hold back anymore. He roared and directly pounced on her …
…
It was almost dawn. A man and a woman were on their way back to Xiangyang.
"Let's go through our statements again." Huang Rong's face was delicate and beautiful, and there was a trace of satisfaction and charm between her brows.
"I am the dignified Prince Qi. Who dares to ask for my statement?" The corner of Song Qingshu's mouth curled up, and his face brimmed with pride.
"You're not afraid, but I am!" Huang Rong stomped her feet, and her tone was full of slight anger. "It's fine if those people ask, but I'm afraid that they won't ask, and then let their imaginations run wild. At that time, rumors will spread."
Song Qingshu could not help but laugh. "Anyway, with our relationship, even if there are any rumors, it won't be unjust."
"You really are a bastard." Huang Rong was so angry that her teeth itched.
"Bastard?" Song Qingshu said seriously, "Rong 'er, you have to have a conscience. Last night, you were clearly sick and weak. But after one night, not only did you get rid of the poison in your body, but you're also full of vigor. Isn't this my credit? You can't treat me like a dregs after the incident."
"Go to hell!" Thinking that he had taken advantage of her, but now he was making sarcastic remarks, Huang Rong chased after him, wanting to hit him.
The two of them joked along the way, and not long after, they met people who came out of Xiangyang City to look for them. Huang Rong hurriedly pushed Song Qingshu away, and quickly tidied up her somewhat messy clothes, making sure that no one would notice anything strange.
"Mother, mother, are you alright?" The person in the lead was extremely delicate and beautiful in red. Impressively, it was Guo Fu.
"I'm … I'm fine. It's all thanks to Prince Qi's help." Huang Rong glanced at the man beside her with some guilt. He was indeed very 'helpful' last night.
"Thank you, Brother Song." Guo Fu smiled brightly at Song Qingshu, and then quickly pouted. "It's all my fault. Last night, I clearly said that I would take care of mother, but in the end, I didn't even know when my acupuncture point was sealed by an assassin. And those two useless things, Dawu and Xiaowu, caused mother to be in danger."
Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. I was the one who sealed your acupuncture point, but she misunderstood that you were under the control of an assassin, which saved me a lot of excuses.
Huang Rong clearly thought of the same thing. Worried that her mother would realize something was wrong if she continued to dwell on this, she hurriedly said, "It's not your fault. The assassin's martial arts are very high, and he had an accomplice. He used the tactic of luring the tiger away from the mountain."
"Those thieves are too hateful!" Guo Fu could not help but curse at the assassin.
Song Qingshu knew her temperament and could not help but smile. Although this girl's temper was bad, her concern for her mother could not be faked.
The group quickly returned to Xiangyang City. Scouts had already run off to inform the other search parties, and the various levels of officials in the city also came out to greet them.
"Thank you for your concern. It was all thanks to Prince Qi's timely arrival that we were safe." Huang Rong bowed gracefully. As she returned the greeting, she gave Song Qingshu a look, indicating that he should act according to the plan.
Noticing her anxious appearance, Song Qingshu secretly laughed, but he still said, "The one who came should be the Old Man of the Mountain from the Ming Dynasty of Persia. The one who came later seemed to be a ninja from Dong Ying. Each of them was very skilled. It took me a lot of effort to catch them, but in order to rescue Madam Guo, I accidentally let them escape."
"The King of Assassins, the Old Man of the Mountain?" The other officials did not understand the affairs of Jianghu, but Wang Ziteng was the Commander of the Front Guard, and the Wang family was a martial arts family. Naturally, he was very familiar with the affairs of Jianghu. "This person was a tyrant in Persia, and the lords of the Western Regions trembled in fear at the mention of his name. Today, he was defeated by Prince Qi. Prince Qi's martial arts are truly unfathomable."
The other officials seemed to have been inspired and began to flatter Wang Ziteng, vividly describing the events of the previous night.
Song Qingshu felt a headache coming on and hurriedly changed the topic. "It is said that the Ming Dynasty of Persia has sided with the Mongols. I wonder what the attitude of the Mongols is when the Mongols came. Did the Mongols want to assassinate the emperor, but ended up falling into a trap, or did they really intend to harm Madam Guo? We have to carefully investigate this."
As expected, everyone's attention was attracted, and they no longer cared about how he rescued Huang Rong last night.
Seeing that this topic had been dealt with, Huang Rong finally felt relieved. She then took the opportunity to bid farewell to the officials, saying that she was tired. Everyone sympathized with her and asked her to rest well.
When she passed by him, Song Qingshu lowered his voice and said, "Let's play a game. Today, you are not allowed to wear …" Only the two of them could hear the last two words.
Huang Rong's cheeks instantly turned crimson. Biting her red lips, she snorted and said, "Get lost!"
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