Song Qingshu had only run a few steps when he tripped and fell straight to the ground. Fortunately, the bodyguard beside him was quick to react and caught him so that his face didn't come into close contact with the ground. It was just that after tossing and turning, Song QingShu became tipsy and fell into a deep sleep.
"What should we do?" Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian stared at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Let's help His Excellency to the bed to rest first, then help him clean up." In the end, the two of them reached an agreement and hurriedly helped him to the bedroom.
After putting Song Qingshu on the bed with great difficulty, Zhang Kangnian suddenly felt alarmed. He hurriedly turned his head and shouted, "Who is it?" Zhao Qixian was also startled and hurriedly pulled out his saber, vigilantly looking at the shadows in the corner.
"What's wrong with Prince Song?" At this time, a weak female voice sounded from the corner.
Hearing this voice, Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian unconsciously relaxed. A woman with such a gentle voice, even if she wasn't a weak and delicate young miss, she couldn't be an assassin or a bandit.
With the help of the light, they saw a gentle and graceful young married woman standing on the side of a chair. Her entire body was wrapped in a snow-white cloak. Although her face looked tired, it couldn't hide her delicate and charming appearance.
Zhang Kangnian was stunned, "Madam, you are?"
Nan Lan thought to herself: If I say that I have something to ask to see Song Qingshu, they might look down on me and chase me away. I might as well scare them. During this period of time, Nan Lan was used to seeing the faces of yamen officials, so she naturally had her guard up.
"I am Song Qingshu's good friend. Is he … drunk?" Nan Lan couldn't help but frown when she smelled the smell of alcohol in the room.
"Good friend?" Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian looked at each other strangely and immediately put on a flattering smile, "I understand, I understand." They all thought to themselves, 'A woman is alone in Lord Song's bedroom in the middle of the night. Isn't the relationship between the two self-evident?' But looking at the woman's hair bun, she seemed to be a married woman. He didn't expect Sir Song to have such a taste. But such a beautiful woman, even if she was married, there were very few men who wouldn't be moved. Sir Song was really lucky, but he didn't know which man was going to be a tortoise.
"Go prepare some hot water and towels. Leave this to me." Nan Lan took off her cloak and placed it on a chair. She quickly walked over and rolled up her sleeves, revealing her two fair arms. The two guards swallowed their saliva.
"Yes, yes." Seeing her ordering them around like a hostess, Zhang and Zhao didn't feel disgusted. Instead, they felt that it was natural. They hurriedly retreated out of the room and went to get hot water.
"Old Zhang, did you see that woman's skin just now? It's so tender that you could squeeze water out of it." Sensing that they were quite a distance away, Zhao Qixian nudged Zhang Kangnian with his shoulder.
"Silence, are you tired of living? That's Lord Song's woman … But then again, she does have big breasts and perky buttocks, a ravishing beauty." Zhang Kangnian winked. The two men let out a series of sweet dreams.
A sinister smile.
Taking the basin of hot water from the guard, Nan Lan closed the door with a bang. She noticed the lecherous smiles in the eyes of the two and understood that they had misunderstood her relationship with Song Qingshu. But she had no choice but to come to look for Song Qingshu at such a late hour.
During the day, she had inquired about a piece of news. Her husband had been subjected to an inhumane torture today and had lost most of his life. Feeling anxious, she hurriedly ran to the Ru Family Inn in the west of the city. She discovered that Song QingShu had already left. After asking around, she learned that he had already moved into the Four Quarters Embassy using his identity as an imperial envoy. Thus, she hurriedly rushed over.
Afraid that her husband's friends in the bureaucracy would recognize her, Nan Lan intentionally wrapped herself in a cloak, turning from a graceful lady into a plump peasant woman. Unexpectedly, the guard Song Qingshu had left in the Four Quarters Embassy was a clever man. Upon seeing her beautiful face and the attire she was wearing, he hurriedly led her in upon hearing that she was looking for Lord Song.
However, there were too many people entering and leaving the Four Quarters Embassy, so for safety's sake, the guard led her to Song Qingshu's bedroom to wait for his return. Yet, she had waited for so long.
"Prince Song, Prince Song?" Nan Lan lightly shook Song Qingshu's shoulders, but other than muttering a few words, the other party didn't move at all.
"Sigh ~" Nan Lan sighed deeply. No matter what, she had to find a way to wake him up today. Otherwise, who knew if her husband's life would be spared tomorrow?
After wringing the towel dry, Nan Lan carefully wiped the filth from the corner of his mouth. Then, she changed the towel and began wiping his forehead, neck, and other parts of his body.
Song Qingshu's burning body finally calmed down. Nan Lan stretched out her hand to nudge him lightly as she called out, "Prince Song, Prince Song, wake up … I beg of you, I really have no other choice. I had already decided to look for Fu Kangan, but I refused to give up and decided to visit you first … Who could have known that you would …" As she spoke, sorrow welled up in Nan Lan's heart, and her shoulders trembled as she began to sob.
Unstoppable tears flowed down her cheeks, and drop by drop, they fell onto Song Qingshu's face. Song Qingshu's face twitched, and he groggily opened his eyes.
He didn't know if it was because he was drunk, but Song Qingshu blinked a few times, but he still couldn't clearly see the appearance of the woman in front of him. He could only feel from the outline that it was an extremely beautiful woman.
"Youyou, is that you?" The fuzzy feeling from before surfaced in his heart. That warm and caring wipe, and the sad sobs by the bedside, made Song Qingshu subconsciously think of her as Xia Qingqing. Only she would wipe his body, and only she would cry for him.
"Prince Song, you're awake?" Seeing him slowly wake up, Nan Lan wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled happily.
"Youyou, it seems that you really can't let go of me, and secretly came here to find me." Song Qingshu subconsciously grabbed Nan Lan's hand, and said in a daze.
"Youyou, are you Prince Song's sweetheart?" Nan Lan was startled, and hurriedly tried to pull her hand away from his.
"Prince Song, you've got the wrong person. I'm not Miss Youyou, I'm Madam Tian, Nan Lan."
Feeling the other's attempt to pull her hand away, Song Qingshu's grip tightened: "Youyou, don't leave me. This time, no matter what you say, I won't let go. Hehe, Youyou, your hand is so slippery …"
The heat from the other's palm made Nan Lan feel embarrassed and angry, but Song Qingshu's hand was like an iron hoop. Nan Lan used all the strength in her body, but she couldn't move an inch.
"Don't go be some Fujin. That old pervert Hong Li doesn't have the ability to help you get revenge. You have to believe me, I will definitely help you get revenge." Song Qingshu's next words made Nan Lan's body stiffen, and she couldn't help but tremble.
Fujin? Hong Li? Could it be that Song Qingshu had an affair with His Highness's Fujin? Nan Lan immediately fell into a deep fear, before one wave had subsided, another wave had arisen. Now that she knew such a big secret, she would either be silenced by Song Qingshu or by Prince Bao. Her whole body immediately went limp.
In a daze, Song Qingshu could only smell the unique fragrance of a woman's body wafting into his nose. His hand was unusually soft and smooth, and he felt as if he was touching a soft body in his arms. Instantly, lust surged, and he pulled the other party into his arms. He opened his mouth and moved closer to the other party's face: "Youyou, I've been too good to you in the past, but in the end, you've become like that. I've decided that I won't give in to you anymore."
Nan Lan dodged with all her might. When she heard his words, she was angry and amused at the same time: "You've got the wrong person, I'm not your Youyou."
"How is that possible? Other than Youyou, which other woman can be so fragrant and so soft? That day in Yangzhou city, other than the last step, we've already done everything that a husband and wife can do. Don't be shy, today I want to make up for the regret of that day." Song Qingshu buried his head into her lapel. He only felt a rush of fragrance, and immediately became even more intoxicated.
"I've heard another secret that I shouldn't have." Nan Lan sighed. Feeling his movements, she immediately blushed. She was so angry that she bit him on the cheek.
"Ouch." Song Qingshu cried out in pain: "Youyou, why did you bite me?"
"I've already said that I'm not Youyou!" Nan Lan was so angry that she roared in his ear.
"Then who are you?" Song QingShu was stunned after hearing this. He stopped moving and raised his head to carefully look at the face of the woman in front of him.
"I'm Madam Tian." Nan Lan was pressed under his body and felt extremely uncomfortable. She felt the hot breath coming out of his nose and quickly turned her head to the side.
"Who is Madam Tian?" Song Qingshu's eyes revealed a puzzled look.
"I'm Tian Guinong's wife — — Nan Lan!" Nan Lan bit her lower lip and turned her head to glare at the man in front of her. She really didn't know if he was really crazy or just pretending.
"Nan Lan, ah, I remember now. That fair skinned, beautiful, voluptuous young married woman with a willowy waist and long legs. Eh, could it be that I'm thinking about her every day? Otherwise, why would I have this kind of dream? It's too unharmonious."
Song Qingshu looked at the woman under him in a daze and giggled foolishly.
"You're not dreaming!" Hearing this kind of evaluation of herself in his heart, Nan Lan was about to go crazy. She originally thought that he was a gentleman, but it turned out that he was secretly thinking about her. After staring at him for a while, Nan Lan finally couldn't resist his invasive gaze and turned her eyes elsewhere.
"I hope I can have this kind of beautiful dream every day." Song Qingshu lowered his head and kissed her cheek, feeling extremely carefree.
She was surrounded by a strong masculine scent. His beard pricked her face and Nan Lan felt a warm flow between her legs. For a moment, she even had the urge to not resist and let go of her body and mind to let him ravage her. However, the shame of a woman made her come back to her senses. She calmly said: "Song Qingshu, I know you're awake."
"So you still saw through me." Song Qingshu's confused expression immediately cleared up, revealing two clear eyes.
"Then why did you come down." Nan Lan felt that she was almost unable to breathe under his pressure.
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