Empress Xiaotong was one of Kangxi's most beloved concubines, so she was far more familiar with Kangxi than Dolong and the others. Even if his appearance and speech were flawless, once they had intimate contact, how could Empress Xiaotong not be able to distinguish his man's characteristics?
But now that things had come to this, Song Qingshu could not find a reason to avoid it. He thought to himself that he had to keep his distance from her later, otherwise, his long term plan would fail at the last moment.
"The Emperor has arrived!"
Hearing the eunuch's voice from afar, Empress Xiaotong stood up with a face full of joy. As she tidied her hair in front of the bronze mirror, she asked a palace maid, "How is it? Am I beautiful today?"
"Of course you are. Your Highness, you are the most beautiful of all the concubines in the harem."
Hearing the palace maid's words, Empress Xiaotong's eyes curved like crescent moons. She happily knelt on the ground and welcomed Song Qingshu. "Your Majesty, good luck."
Seeing Empress Xiaotong raise her head to look at him, her pretty face looked especially beautiful under the candlelight. Song Qingshu felt a headache coming on.
Song Qingshu motioned for the eunuch to place the memorials on the couch and then said to Empress Xiaotong, "We need to review the memorials today. You can rest first."
A trace of disappointment flashed through Empress Xiaotong's eyes, but she quickly adjusted her attitude. As she called for the eunuch and palace maid to prepare some refreshments, she bowed and said, "Then this concubine will go make some calming soup for Your Majesty."
"No need to trouble yourself, we are not hungry." Song Qingshu was not used to Empress Xiaotong being so intimate and subconsciously distanced himself.
"Your Majesty is busy in the day and has to review memorials at night. It is very tiring, so you should drink some soup to protect your body. Your Majesty, please review the memorials first. This concubine will be back soon. "Empress Xiaotong did not mind and left after bowing to Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu gloomily looked at Empress Xiaotong's departing figure. Now that his internal strength had reached the Celestial Transformation Realm, he did not need to drink any tonic. Furthermore, he was not used to Empress Xiaotong acting like a good wife and loving mother.
Although he hated reading memorials, it seemed to be easier than facing Little Tong alone. As Song QingShu read on, he gradually became engrossed in it.
In his mind, he had a rough idea of the structure of power in the entire imperial court, which forces there were, and which faction each official belonged to … As long as he paid attention, he would be able to find some clues from the memorials. After all, those who submitted memorials always had their own motives, right?
Often, when a memorial was written, the words spoken between the lines seemed to be very reasonable, but as long as one started from which officials' interests would be affected and which officials' interests would be harmed, with a little analysis, one would be able to roughly determine which camp the memorial belonged to.
Suddenly feeling a pair of soft hands on his shoulders, Song QingShu couldn't help but tremble.
"Emperor Xiaotong Xiaotong," Xiaotong of gently asked.
Tang. Xiaotong Xiaotong of of of of Of of Yan. Xiao. had Xiaotong Em-Er Xia-Er. "of Xiaotong of," of "Emer" Xia-Er.
Song Qingshu wanted to spoil this bowl of soup so that he would not have to face Empress Xiaotong in the future. However, before Kangxi left the capital, he clearly doted on Xiaotong Xiaotong the most. After returning from Shengjing, his attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees. Surely everyone would be suspicious.
Smelling Xiaotong Xiaotong's fragrance, Song Qingshu suddenly blushed and his heart raced. There seemed to be an inexplicable heat in his body. Song Qingshu could not help but be shocked. What's going on?
He carefully checked the vital energy in his body. It was not difficult to circulate, but the vital energy flowing in his meridians was not as calm as usual.
Could it be that he was possessed by the devil? Song Qingshu was startled, but he felt that it was unlikely.
"Emperor, Emperor?" Xiaotong Xiaotong Xiaotong's voice rang in his ears. Song Qingshu suddenly woke up. He forced a smile and reached out to take the bowl.
Without waiting for Song Qingshu to respond, Xiaotong Xiaotong naturally stood behind him and gently massaged his shoulders. "It seems that Emperor is too tired. Let me massage your shoulders."
Her fingers were as green as jade, and her strength was just right. Song Qingshu's body quickly relaxed as he enjoyed the gentleness of her fingertips. He could feel that Xiaotong Xiaotong must have put in a lot of effort in her finger technique to please the Emperor.
Every time Xiaotong Xiaotong massaged a place, Song Qingshu would feel a numbing sensation spread out and his body would slowly heat up. Although reason told him that this was not appropriate, this numbing sensation was too comfortable. Song Qingshu could not bear to have her stop.
Seeing Song QingShu closing his eyes with a look of enjoyment, Empress Xiao Tong felt very happy. When she was massaging Song QingShu's temples, she intentionally or unintentionally let Song QingShu's head rest on her chest. The vague pressure caused a layer of red to appear on her skin. Suddenly, her nose smelled a rich and mysterious fragrance. She felt her entire body was covered in hot sweat and her body was limp. Very quickly, she pressed her face tightly against Song QingShu's back and said in a sweet voice, "Your Majesty, it's late, let's rest."
Song QingShu's eyes had already turned red. Hearing what she said, he grabbed her legs and lifted her up. Step by step, he walked toward the embroidered tent. When the palace maids and eunuchs at the door saw this, they understood and retreated, closing the door behind them.
Xiaotong Xiaotong Xiaotong was lying in Song Qingshu's embrace with a flushed face. Her hair was tied into a jade bun, her teeth were fragrant, and her body was graceful and delicate. She was so soft that it was as if she did not have any bones.
The rainbow-colored dress slid down, revealing a large area of her snow-white skin. In his mind, he thought that she was the most beautiful imperial concubine in Kangxi's harem, and a trace of evil excitement rose in the depths of his heart. His arms spread her two snow-white legs wide open, following that thin and tender area, his whole body pressed down heavily.
Xiaotong Xiaotong Xiaotong's face was painted with rouge. Her expression was happy and sweet. Her legs were wrapped around Song Qingshu's waist. Her delicate body trembled from time to time. It was as if she was angry that the man on top of her did not know how to be tender to the fairer sex …
The next morning, when Song Qingshu woke up, he saw Little Tong lying lazily beside him. The brocade blanket slid down to her waist, revealing her alluring figure.
Recalling Empress Xiaotong's bashful and seductive gaze last night, Song QingShu's heart could not help but sway. However, his expression quickly turned solemn. He could not understand why his bestial nature had been triggered last night.
He secretly checked the genuine Qi in his body and found that it had returned to its previous calmness. In fact, it was even more condensed and vigorous. It must be the work of the Mysterious Yin Qi in Little Tong's body.
"Could it be that the Blissful Dhyana has started to backfire?" Song Qingshu's face darkened. He had heard from Jiu Mozhi and the others about how dangerous it was to practice the Blissful Dharma, but he had never taken it seriously. After all, he had been practicing it for so long and had never encountered any problems until last night.
"Is His Majesty going to morning court? Forgive this concubine for not being able to get up to send you off. Your Majesty didn't take any pity on me last night … this concubine's entire body is very weak now. " Empress Xiaotong complained. She struggled to sit up, but she only felt weak all over and was too lazy to move a finger. She knew that it was because of the Emperor's torment for a whole night. He would not be offended by such a trivial matter.
"Have a good rest." Song QingShu was originally worried that she would notice something unusual, but looking at her current appearance, it seemed that she did not realize that the man who wandered around her last night was not her husband. He could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
Time passed by without any mishap. Song Qingshu dealt with political affairs in the morning court during the day and lingered at Empress Xiaotong's place at night, enjoying the endless charm and gentleness. No one in the Forbidden City noticed that the Emperor had changed, not even the imperial concubine who was under Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu found that he was more and more addicted to being an Emperor. The feeling of being the sole ruler and having everyone's fate in his hands was the most irresistible temptation in the world. What's more, there were beauties in the harem who were as gentle as water to flatter him. As for the dirty things that happened when they competed for favor with each other in secret, what did it have to do with him?
In fact, according to Song Qingshu's original plan, temporarily disguising as Kangxi was just an expedient measure. After all, Kangxi was dead, but he was still alive. Song Qingshu was still alive, but he was already dead.
Kangxi was only a Manchurian Emperor, so Song QingShu naturally did not care about a mere barbarian throne. In his plan, as long as he had complete control over the entire Imperial Palace and supported a puppet to oversee the Imperial Palace, he would be able to escape and build his own foundation in Shandong. With the fake Kangxi, who was a spy, as a Han, it would not be difficult for him to overthrow the Manchurian rule in an open and aboveboard manner. At that time, his prestige in the hearts of the millions of Han people in the world could be said to be like the sun in the sky. With hundreds of people responding to his call, it would not be impossible for him to annex Mongolia.
However, Song Qingshu still underestimated the temptation of power. Before, he never thought that he would be fettered by a mere throne, but when he really became the Emperor, he found that he could not bear to part with it.
Why did he have to escape? If he went to Shandong and painstakingly developed the revolutionary army, and then fought against an empire single-handedly, even if he succeeded, wouldn't he still be the Emperor?
Moreover, there were risks in rebelling. If he was not careful, he would be consigned to eternal damnation and become a speck of dust under the rolling wheels of history. Perhaps in the future history books, it would be written that Song Qingshu revolted in Shandong. Although it was very powerful, it was still limited by the peasant class. Three months later, it was suppressed by the Qing government, and Song Qingshu was also beheaded in public …
Although a few thoughts occasionally flashed through his mind, reminding him not to sink into oblivion, these thoughts were quickly dispelled by the cheers of the officials and Empress Xiao Tong's bewitched moans.
While Song Qingshu was in deep thought, Empress Xiao Tong's voice made him break out in cold sweat. "Your Majesty, I feel that you have been a little different recently."
"What's different?" Song Qingshu asked calmly.
"I don't dare to say." Empress Xiao Tong's lightly drooping eyelashes slightly trembled, but she still shook her head in the end.
"Say it, zhen will pardon you." Could it be that she had seen through it? Song Qingshu's heart went cold and a trace of killing intent appeared in his eyes. However, when he thought of how she was enjoying herself under him, he couldn't bear to do it.
"I don't know why, but I feel that Emperor seems to have changed into a different person after you came back. Every time this concubine serves Emperor, it seems …" Empress Xiao Tong's face turned red, "It seems like I'm serving a strange man."
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