Gu Zi Xian's snow-white face was now as red as a persimmon. "Mother, what are you saying?"
Even though Song Qingshu was used to seeing things, he still felt that the madam's suggestion was a bit outrageous.
The madam's oval face was also slightly red. It was clear that she also felt that saying this was a bit shameful. "I know it's not appropriate to say these things, but it's really important. Xian 'er, the young master doesn't know, but you should know how important it is."
"En." Gu Zi Xian had cultivated the dual cultivation technique since she was young, so she was naturally clear about it. She was extremely vexed over why she had forgotten. She stealthily glanced at Song QingShu, her expression incredibly bashful. Her previous initiative seemed to have used up all of her courage, and now she couldn't even say any words of invitation.
As a considerate man, how could Song Qingshu make things difficult for a woman? He nodded. "The princess is as beautiful as a goddess, so this is something I can't ask for more."
Gu Zi Xian turned her head and the corners of her lips rose slightly. There was a mixture of shyness and joy at her lover's praise.
The madam's heart jumped when she heard their words of love. She quickly said, "Xian 'er, don't go back to your room. There are too many people on the road and it's not good to be seen. Just stay in my room. I'll go out and help you keep people away." She then ran out as if she was escaping.
Song Qingshu looked around the room. All the decorations were quiet and dignified. However, there was a faint rose fragrance in the room that seemed to reveal the passion in the owner's heart …
"What are you looking at?" Gu Zi Xian's curious voice came into his ear.
Song Qingshu's heart jumped and he quickly said, "No, nothing." Looking at her fair and rosy skin that was as tender and beautiful as a fresh flower, he was already a little restless on the way here. How could he hold himself back now? He grabbed her legs and carried her horizontally.
Gu Zi Xian let out a soft moan and buried her head in his chest.
"Eh, why is this bed so soft?" Song Qingshu was suddenly very curious. This bed was much softer than normal.
Gu Zi Xian grunted and replied in a small voice, "My mother's skin is very sensitive and is very afraid of hard things, so the bed is much softer than normal."
"This physique is quite special." Song Qingshu smelled the special fragrance on the bed and couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.
"Big Brother Song ~" Gu Zixian's soft snort pulled him back to reality. Song Qingshu's face turned red. He wondered what kind of nonsense he was thinking about.
"Brother Song, pay attention to the circulation of my True Qi. Don't resist." Gu Zi Xian endured her shyness and said.
Song Qingshu nodded. He was actually an expert in this field, so he naturally knew the principles behind it.
Gu Zi Xian shyly smiled. She opened her snow-white arms and tightly hugged her lover …
After a while, the wife came back from patrolling the area. She was about to ask her daughter when she suddenly heard the sound coming from inside. She couldn't help but blush, "This girl really doesn't know how to be quiet. What if someone else hears?"
She originally wanted to leave, but she was worried that someone would come over and hear and leak the secret. She could only suppress her heartbeat and guard the door not far away. At first, she was thinking about whether her daughter remembered the circulation method at the critical moment. On the other hand, she was worried about whether her current remedy would be effective.
But later, as she heard the intermittent sounds of the situation inside the room, her heart was already in chaos. She had lived alone for more than ten years and had always lived a pure life. But after all, she was at the peak of a woman. In the dead of night, she would also feel cold and lonely. However, those thoughts would often be driven out of her mind by reason. First, literature.
But now that the sound coming from the room was so moving, the wife couldn't help but think of the strange attraction she felt when she approached Song Qingshu. Once this thought appeared, she could no longer control her thoughts.
"Why would I think of these things …" The wife touched her face with her hand and felt that it was burning.
After some time, when Song Qingshu came out of the room, he happened to see the wife sitting in a pavilion not far away.
"Hello, Madam." Song Qingshu felt a little strange. He had just slept with someone's daughter. How should he greet her?
The wife didn't stand up. Her legs under the stone table were slightly trembling. "Why are you alone? Where's Xian 'er?"
Song Qingshu was a little embarrassed. "She … she's a little tired. She's resting inside."
"Oh …" The wife finally reacted. No one would be able to hold on for so long.
The two of them stared at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
"Just now … how was it?" The wife finally returned to the question she was most concerned about.
Song Qingshu was stunned. "Why are you talking to me about this?" He thought it was a custom in the Western Region, so he could only answer, "Your daughter has a refined appearance and a delicate body … Well … I naturally feel that she's perfect …"
The wife blinked. At first, she was still confused. Later, she finally understood what he was talking about. Her face instantly turned red. "Who asked you about that? I'm asking about the effect of the Dual Cultivation Method."
"Ah?" Song QingShu was instantly embarrassed, and hurriedly replied, "Your manor's mental cultivation method is indeed unique, and it has produced very good results. Even my own cultivation has become much purer. As for the princess, her cultivation should have improved even more."
The Dual Cultivation Method was indeed of the same origin as the Joy Zen Method. When used together, it had an effect of twice the result with half the effort. The feeling of the spirit and the body becoming one was even more enjoyable.
From his point of view, if he could recover from the serious injury he had just suffered, the Dual Cultivation Method was indeed extraordinary.
"I'll take my leave first. I'll come back to see you later." Song Qingshu felt too embarrassed to stay here, so he hurriedly left after saying this.
Looking at his fleeing figure, the wife couldn't help but laugh. She got up to ask her daughter, but as soon as she got up, her legs gave way and she almost fell down. For a moment, her face became even redder.
After Song QingShu came out from the Mansion of Dual Cultivators, as the saying goes, when a person encounters a happy event, his spirit is refreshed; he seemed to be walking a lot more briskly.
Recalling the scene from earlier, Gu Zixian's boundless gentleness, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl into a satisfied smile.
Suddenly, his expression froze, but he didn't stop. Instead, he deliberately walked to a nearby alley. When he walked to a shadowy place, a bright long knife appeared out of thin air and slashed at his neck.
Song QingShu reached out and caught the long saber with two fingers. The masked man in the dark was shocked. He hurriedly threw something that looked like a smoke bomb and disappeared in an instant.
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