Song Qingshu's fingers intentionally or unintentionally moved closer to her snow-white neck. He was hesitant.
Empress Xiao Tong had just received rain and dew. At this moment, her face was glowing and extremely beautiful. Her face was full of shyness. At the same time, she said worriedly, "Has there been an official who has recently offered some tiger or wolf medicine to Your Majesty? This kind of medicine is harmful to a dragon's body. Your Majesty should not use it in the future."
Song Qingshu stilled and did not know whether to laugh or cry. He had not expected Empress Xiao Tong to say this. "Why do you say that?"
Empress Xiao Tong shyly buried her face in his chest and said in a low and muffled voice, "Your Majesty is much more vigorous than before. This qie cannot bear the criticism."
"What, you don't like it?" Song Qingshu gently played with her hair as if he was stroking a docile cat.
"This qie … naturally likes it." Empress Xiao Tong pursed her thin lips. "But Your Majesty's body …?"
"Don't worry, zhen knows what to do."
Xiaotong's body was smooth and tender. After twisting a few times in his arms, Song QingShu felt a trace of heat rise in his body again. Thus, the hand that was on her head pressed down slightly. Xiaotong quickly understood and looked at him with hidden bitterness. In the end, she obediently crawled into bed.
Song Qingshu let out a long sigh of relief. His expression became very happy. That's right, why did I give up such a fairy-like life and return to the days of licking blood on the edge of a knife?
Empress Xiao Tong's head moved up and down as she continuously hummed delicately. Song Qingshu enjoyed her nimble tongue as well as her beautiful curves. Suddenly, his expression froze. He pulled up the blankets on his body and quickly stirred them.
Ding, ding, ding! A dozen or so embroidery needles were knocked to the ground. Empress Xiao Tong finally realized that there was an assassin. She screamed and hid behind Song Qingshu.
"Eh? I didn't expect Your Majesty to be such a hidden expert. "
As a familiar voice sounded, Song Qingshu looked with a strange expression at the beautiful figure that was slowly walking in.
"Sect Leader Dongfang?" Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.
"How do you know me?" Dongfang Muxue was startled. She had come here today to assassinate Kangxi. She was worried that the imperial court would take revenge on the Sun Moon Sect, so she did not appear in the attire of Dongfang Bubai. Instead, she wore a long dress and appeared as a woman. She did not expect Kangxi to recognize her at first glance.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. How could he not recognize Dongfang Muxue? Although he wanted to acknowledge her, he did not dare to reveal this secret to anyone else due to the importance of the matter. Thus, he could only try to find out what the other party wanted to say, "May I know why Cult Master Dongfang is visiting me so late at night?"
Dongfang Muxue suppressed the doubts in her heart and lightly said, "I have a friend who was killed by the Emperor not long ago. I don't have many friends in this world, and he happens to be the only one. Naturally, I have to ask for an explanation. "
Hearing her words, Song Qingshu felt touched. The relationship between him and Dongfang Muxue had always been subtle. They were definitely not lovers, and naturally, they were not enemies either. If one really wanted to dig deeper, it would be more appropriate to describe them as rivals who appreciated each other's talents. Seeing that she had actually entered the tiger's den for his sake, a trace of mischievous thoughts arose in his heart. He signaled for Empress Xiaotong to calm down and asked, "We have killed many people previously. May I know who Cult Master Dongfang's friend is?"
"Why does Your Majesty ask when you already know the answer?" Dongfang Muxue revealed a mocking expression. "Naturally, it's Song Qingshu."
Song Qingshu's heart warmed, but he calmly said, "Song Qingshu attempted to assassinate us, so we naturally had to kill him. We didn't know that he was Cult Master's friend and have offended him. Oh, how about this, how should we compensate to appease Cult Master's anger? I hope that Cult Master can tell us. "
"That person has clearly been intelligent his entire life, but unexpectedly, he was muddle-headed for this moment." A trace of anger flashed across Dongfang Muxue's eyes. "Although this seat doesn't know why he suddenly wanted to kill you, since this was his dying wish, then you can die."
As soon as she finished speaking, a white figure flashed, and the distance of several zhang between the two of them seemed to not exist. Dongfang Muxue suddenly appeared in front of Song Qingshu. Her slender fingers held an embroidery needle and stabbed towards the space between his eyebrows.
Song Qingshu hurriedly raised his hand and tapped on her wrist. Just as he guided her embroidery needle to the side, he discovered that Dongfang Muxue's palm was as white as jade, silently pressing towards his chest.
The two palms met, and a white figure retreated violently. Seeing that Song Qingshu was staying on the bed and had no intention of pursuing, Dongfang Muxue wiped a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth. She looked at him with a serious expression. "No wonder with Song Qingshu's martial arts, he couldn't even escape after the assassination failed. This seat had originally thought that it was that old eunuch who attacked. Now it seems that Your Majesty is the true expert of the palace."
After Dongfang Muxue was sneakily attacked by Zhang Wuji, she had been staying in Yunnan's Five Poisons Order to nurse her injuries. When she heard the news that Song Qingshu had been reduced to ashes, her emotions were agitated. She suppressed her injuries and headed north to the Forbidden City, intending to assassinate Kangxi to avenge him. Unexpectedly, Kangxi had been hiding his strength all along.
Dongfang Muxue estimated that with Kangxi's martial arts, she might be able to defeat him at her peak. However, she only had less than thirty percent of her power left now. That palm strike just now had caused her internal injuries to show signs of being unable to be suppressed any longer. Not only would she not be able to avenge herself today, but she would also die here.
Seeing Dongfang Muxue's delicate brows furrowed, Song Qingshu felt both heartache and carefree. After all, when they were together previously, he was always subdued by her. Now that the situation had reversed, it was natural for him to enjoy it.
After casually striking Xiaotong's sleeping acupoint on the back of his head, Song Qingshu wrapped himself in clothes and stood up slowly. As he walked toward Dongfang Muxue, he asked with a smile, "Has Cult Master Dongfang ever made a promise with Song Qingshu?"
"No." Dongfang Muxue adjusted the genuine Qi in her body while keeping her guard up.
"Is that Song QingShu the sect master's lost relative?"
"No."
"Then that's it. Why would you put yourself in danger for someone who's neither your relative nor friend?" Song Qingshu came to Dongfang Muxue and lifted a lock of her hair. With an evil smile on his face, he said, "I'm rich, and Cult Master's martial arts are powerful. Why don't you marry me? If we work together, the world will be in our hands."
Dongfang Muxue had never been teased like this in her life. Her eyes turned cold and she struck toward Song Qingshu's ribs with her palm. Song Qingshu smiled and dodged it calmly. Soon, the two of them were engaged in a fierce battle.
Dongfang Muxue's greatest advantage was that she was the best in the world in terms of body movement. However, due to her severe injuries, it was hard for her to dodge. On the other hand, Song Qingshu was getting faster and faster. In the end, Dongfang Muxue could only barely defend herself.
Song Qingshu was thinking that it was time to stop. Suddenly, his expression changed and he leaped to the side.
"Bam!"
A long whip landed on the spot where he was standing just now. The hard bricks on the ground were shattered into pieces.
Song QingShu turned his head and saw an incomparably elegant beauty under the moonlight. She held a long whip in her hand and stood not far away, staring coldly at him.
Song Qingshu shuddered and his face turned pale.
"The Emei Faction, Zhou Zhiruo?" With Dongfang Muxue's excellent eyesight, she naturally saw through the other's martial arts. The White Python Whip Technique and the unique breathing technique of the Emei Faction. Naturally, it had to be the Sect Master of the Emei Faction, Zhou Zhiruo.
"Who are you?" Looking at Dongfang Muxue, whose looks were not inferior to hers, Zhou Zhiruo asked curiously.
She had just arrived not long ago and saw that Dongfang Muxue was in a fierce battle with Kangxi. She was shocked by Kangxi's martial arts and helped him without thinking.
"Just an ordinary friend of Song Qingshu." Dongfang Muxue was amazed by Zhou Zhiruo's beauty. She suddenly felt a little strange.
"Ordinary friend?" Zhou Zhiruo naturally did not believe it. Why would an ordinary friend take such a huge risk to avenge him? Moreover, she was so beautiful.
"Sect Master Zhou, are you trying to put on airs in front of me?" Dongfang Muxue snorted coldly. "You're looking for the wrong person. Look at that person over there."
Puzzled, Zhou Zhiruo looked in the direction where Dongfang Muxue was pointing and saw a woman in black walking out from the shadows. She was holding a shiny, snake-shaped sword in her hand. Although her face was covered by a black cloth, her beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes could still be seen. It was obvious that she was a great beauty.
"Look at the situation now, and you're still fighting over a woman." Xia Qingqing snorted coldly. She had just arrived and did not hear the conversation between Dongfang Muxue and Song Qingshu. Instead, she saw Kangxi's unfathomable martial arts. She was filled with regret.
When she saw Kangxi's martial arts with her own eyes, she knew that all her previous plans for revenge were just a joke. Not only was there no hope for revenge, but Song Qingshu's life was also involved. If she had known this earlier, she would not have taken revenge. Wouldn't it have been better to be with Song Qingshu?
Self-blame flooded her like a tidal wave. At this moment, Xia Qingqing only wanted to perish together with Kangxi. Naturally, she did not want to see the other two potential powerful helpers fighting among themselves. As for the relationship between the two women and Song Qingshu, she did not care anymore.
"Who's fighting over a man!" A faint blush appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's cold face. "If Song Qingshu has to die, he can only die by my hands. The others can't even kill him. If the people of Jianghu knew that my … my husband was killed and I could not avenge him, where would I put my face as the sect master of the Emei Faction? "
Hearing Zhou Zhiruo's words, Dongfang Muxue smiled disdainfully. Xia Qingqing also snorted coldly.
Looking at the strange atmosphere, Song QingShu simply wanted to curse out loud. What were these imperial guards doing? They actually let so many assassins in. Even if he wanted to reveal his identity now, he couldn't. Thinking about how he would have to face three women who had complicated relationships with him after revealing his identity, Song QingShu felt his head swell.
"If you want to be conflicted, then do it yourself." Xia Qingqing snorted impatiently. She raised her Golden Snake Sword and attacked Song Qingshu. At this moment, she only wanted to die. Therefore, every move she made was a life-risking move without any defense. She only hoped that she could seriously injure Kangxi before she died, giving the other two women a chance to kill him.
Seeing that Xia Qingqing was full of openings, Song Qingshu had a headache. He could not really hurt her, so he could only use Qinggong to avoid her attacks.
"Watch out!" Dongfang Muxue saw that Xia Qingqing's moves were life-risking. Her determination and madness moved her. On one hand, she was angry that Song Qingshu was so capable that he could make so many women treat him sincerely. On the other hand, she did not want to see Xia Qingqing die like this. Therefore, she quickly covered her and attacked so that Kangxi did not have a chance to hurt her.
Seeing the two of them attacking Kangxi from the front and back, Zhou Zhiruo's expression changed. She naturally knew that these two women had a complicated relationship with Song Qingshu. She did not want to have anything to do with them, let alone work together to avenge Song Qingshu. But at the same time, she understood that with Kangxi's martial arts skills, she could not defeat him alone.
After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Zhiruo stomped her feet and waved her whip, joining the fight.
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