"No, nothing." Zhao Min blushed, but she reacted quickly and found an excuse to avoid it.
After comforting her for a while, she finally persuaded her to leave. After closing the door, Zhao Min snorted and said, "Come out."
Song Qingshu walked out embarrassedly and said, "The relationship between you two sisters-in-law is quite good."
Zhao Min rolled her eyes at him and said, "Did you see it just now?"
"See what?" Song Qingshu looked serious and hurriedly denied it.
"Is she older or am I older?" Zhao Min asked directly.
Song Qingshu was stunned and subconsciously replied, "She is about the same size as you because she has a baby and needs to breastfeed. In the future, when you have a baby, it will definitely be more …"
Halfway through his words, he realized that the other party's face was cold, and he couldn't continue the rest of the sentence.
"You really saw it." Zhao Min gritted her teeth and said.
Song Qingshu was also very depressed and said, "I'm also wronged. I didn't want to peek. Who knew that she would take off her clothes while talking."
"All right, all right." Zhao Min was a little annoyed and said, "Don't let my sister-in-law know about this, and don't let my brother know either, or I'm afraid he will kill you."
"Your brother can't beat me," Song QingShu muttered in a low voice.
"That's my brother! Even if you can't beat him, you have to call him brother. " Zhao Min glared at him and said, "And if this matter is spread out, how will you get along with my family in the future?"
Song Qingshu held her in his arms again and said, "Min Min really cares about me."
Zhao Min was a little angry at first, but she couldn't stand his rascally touch, and soon her body softened.
"We were interrupted just now. Do you want to continue?" Song Qingshu leaned forward and kissed her earlobes.
Zhao Min blushed and bit her lips, not saying a word.
Seeing that she acquiesced, Song Qingshu grabbed her legs and lifted her up. The two of them quickly rolled onto the sheets. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. The two of them had been separated for a long time. During this period of time, Zhao Min had suddenly experienced a drastic change in her family. She had been under tremendous pressure, and her yearning for her lover had increased day by day.
Ever since Song Qingshu left Xingqing Mansion, he had stayed in the prairie for more than half a month. As he got closer to Helin City, the longing in his heart grew stronger and stronger. His entire body had long been suppressed by a raging fire. Now that he had finally seen Zhao Min, it could be said that the heavenly thunder had ignited the fire from the earth. Only the flickering red candles and the trembling bed frame bore witness to everything.
…
As dawn approached, Song Qingshu slipped out of Zhao Min's room. After all, he still had to accompany Xu Liewu to the palace to see Temujin, so it was best to make some preparations.
"I'm clearly with my lover, so why does it feel like I'm having an affair every time?" Climbing over the wall, Song Qingshu tidied up his clothes and looked at the faint moon in the sky. He could not help but feel a sense of absurdity.
Returning to Xu Liewu's mansion, he meditated in his room. After about an hour, the others also got up, and soon the group headed for the palace.
The size of the palace in Helin could not compare to the palaces in the Central Plains, but the security was no less strict.
Xu Liewu pointed at the patrolling warriors and said to the old man of the mountain, "Originally, our security was not this strict. This is all thanks to the Chief Elder."
Huo Shan knew that Xu Liewu was referring to the thousand assassinations he had organized in the past few years, and could only smile awkwardly.
Song Qingshu looked on coldly from the side, secretly thinking of a suitable opportunity to hook up with Huo Shan and see if there was any chance of cooperation.
Along the way, although it was called the palace, it still retained a lot of Mongolian characteristics. There were many yurt-like buildings. When they arrived at the king's tent, there was already a discussion going on inside.
Sitting on the throne was an old man with a wide nose. Usually, when an old man reached a certain age, his body would inevitably be a little hunched, but this old man did not have such a feeling. His back was straight, and he looked especially tall and sturdy as he sat there.
Song Qingshu was shocked. Although he was still a few dozen meters away, he could already feel the strength of the man on the throne. His whole body seemed to be emitting a bloody light, as if his whole body was wrapped in fresh blood.
Of course, this was not a visual impression, but a feeling that was hard to describe.
The rumors were true. Temujin was strong, or rather, very strong! Especially the murderous aura that he exuded was simply frightening. If an ordinary expert were to face him, they would most likely be suppressed by this murderous aura, and it would be good if they could even use half of their strength.
In addition, there was a faint familiar aura on Temujin's body. Song Qingshu was very surprised. Could the Kung Fu of the Heavenly Demon really have something to do with the Zen of Joy? Why else would he have such a feeling?
Seeing that Temujin was looking in his direction, he hurriedly retracted his aura. If he could sense the other's aura, then the other should be able to sense him as well. He did not want to give himself away.
"Little Six is back." Temujin stopped his discussion with his subordinates and looked at Xu Liewu with a slightly more relaxed expression.
"Greetings, Great Khan." Xu Liewu struggled to get up.
"You are injured, no need to be so polite." Temujin waved his hand and signaled his subordinates to help him up.
"I have heard about the marriage contest in Western Xia. The Western Xia dared to make fun of the prince of our great Mongolian Empire. This is a great humiliation, and I will make them pay!" Temujin said coldly. The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a few degrees.
Song Qingshu sighed to himself. What will come will come. It seemed that the Mongolians had long since prepared to march south.
"Great Khan," Xu Liewu said excitedly, "I request to be the Commander-in-Chief of this Southern Expedition." He was thinking about leading the army to break into Xingqing and making the Princess of Yinchuan kneel in front of him and beg for mercy. That beautiful Empress and the Crown Princess, he wanted them all!
Temujin shook his head. "You are injured, and the western countries still need you to manage them. I will personally lead this expedition."
Xu Liewu had wanted to argue further, but when he heard that the Commander-in-Chief was the Great Khan himself, he quickly shut his mouth.
Song Qingshu frowned. Temujin personally leading the expedition was a testament to his determination. With his prestige and ability, as well as the Mongolian military strength, no single country in the Central Plains would be able to stand up to him. It seemed that the only way was to unite the various powers as soon as possible.
"Tell me about that Fu Cailin. Is his kung fu really that good?" Temujin suddenly asked.
At the side, Brother Ali Buge gloated and said, "Sixth Brother has many experts under his command, and there are also people from the Devil's Palace. How did they get wiped out by one person?"
"If we were in each other's shoes, you probably would have died on the spot." Xu Liewu glared coldly at Alibuge. This was a sore point for him. If anyone else had asked him about it, he would have taken it as a provocation. But since the Great Khan was the one asking, he did not dare to hide any emotions or hide anything. He recounted everything that happened that night.
"Is Fu Cailin's Bright Sword Technique really that amazing?" Temujin fell into deep thought after listening to the story, his fingers lightly tapping on the table.
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