"Haha, I'm relieved to hear you say that." Song Qingshu was overjoyed and ran out happily.
However, Song Qingshu had a headache as soon as he stepped out the door. Should he go left or right? The left was Zhou Zhiruo's room, and the right was Xia Qingqing's room.
When he thought of Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh. His feelings for Zhou Zhiruo had always been complicated. At first, he was angry at being deceived, but when he realized it was all a misunderstanding, he felt a trace of guilt.
However, Zhang Wuji was like a mountain that had left a huge shadow in his heart. So, Song Qingshu had always wanted to become stronger so that he could crush this so-called rival in love beneath his feet.
Later on, as Song QingShu's martial arts became more and more advanced, and he recently experienced the feeling of being the Emperor, he realized how small the world was in the past.
When he thought of how everything he had done in the past was for the sake of revenge, Song Qingshu shook his head helplessly. Now, he was indifferent to everything. Even if he wanted to deal with Zhang Wuji in the future, it would only be because the Zhi and Lan were in power and he had no choice but to get rid of him, not because of a personal grudge between the two of them. He didn't even care about Zhang Wuji, so why should he worry about facing Zhou Zhiruo?
Suddenly, Song Qingshu felt his mood lighten. He decided to release Zhou Zhiruo first. As for whether she was willing to forgive him, that was up to her.
When Song QingShu pushed open the door, he found Zhou Zhiruo lying quietly in the blankets like an orchid in an empty valley. Only then did he remember that their clothes had been taken off by Dolong's palace maids, and his heart couldn't help jumping.
When she saw him enter, Zhou Zhiruo only glanced at him coolly, her eyes incomparably calm.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel curious. He sat down by the bed and asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid?"
"Why should I be afraid?" Zhou Zhiruo replied coldly.
Song Qingshu was at a loss for words. He felt rather depressed. If Dongfang Muxue wasn't afraid, he could say that she had guessed his identity. But what about Zhou Zhiruo? Could it be that she had guessed his identity as well?
"For example, right now you are lying naked on my bed. I only need to gently lift this quilt. Aren't you afraid?" Song Qingshu pinched a corner of the quilt with his fingers and pretended to lift it.
Zhou Zhiruo's face alternated between red and white, and her voice finally fluctuated a little, "Do you think being afraid can stop you? Since I can't, there's no point in being afraid anyway. Why should I let you see a joke? "
"Huh?" Song Qingshu retracted his hand. "You're an interesting woman."
Zhou Zhiruo remained silent.
"I heard that you're Song Qingshu's wife. Are you here to avenge him?" Song Qingshu had originally planned to let her go, but he suddenly had an idea. He couldn't help but use Kangxi's identity to find out what Zhou Zhiruo thought of him.
"Everyone has the right to kill the Tatar Emperor. As the head of a famous righteous sect in the Han Wulin, there's nothing strange about me assassinating you. "Hearing him mention Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flashed with an indescribable feeling. Was it love? She definitely wouldn't agree. Was it hatred? It didn't seem like it.
"You don't admit that it's for Song Qingshu." Hearing that Zhou Zhiruo didn't mention him at all, Song Qingshu felt a little annoyed. "Then why didn't you assassinate me before? Why did you come after I killed Song Qingshu?"
"I don't know either." Being questioned by him repeatedly, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion. She also began to reflect on who she came for.
"If you're here for Song Qingshu's revenge, I can't let you go," Song Qingshu snorted coldly. "As the saying goes, if the roots are not removed, the weeds will grow again when the spring wind blows."
As Song Qingshu spoke, he observed Zhou Zhiruo's reaction. Seeing that she was staring at him coldly, he changed the topic and continued, "However, I already knew that the two of you are actually a fake couple. As long as you're not here for Song Qingshu, I can make an exception and let you go on account of your commendable courage. "
"How do you know about me and him?" Zhou Zhiruo frowned. When she and Song Qingshu got married, they didn't sleep in the same room as a normal married couple. Of course, the two times she was forced by Song Qingshu didn't count. Even the disciples of the Emei faction didn't know about this, so how did he know?
Song QingShu was startled. He knew that he had let the cat out of the bag, so he immediately explained, "This Emperor has always admired Song QingShu, and I even wanted to bestow a marriage for him, but he refused without any hesitation."
"Why? Is it because he thinks the woman he gave him is too ugly?" Zhou Zhiruo sneered. She thought that with Song Qingshu's lustful and shameless appearance, it might really be the reason.
"Uh," Song Qingshu was almost choked by her words. He had to say gloomily, "Of course not. He said he already has a wife."
Zhou Zhiruo's eyelashes trembled a few times. She continued to listen to him calmly.
"I only knew about Sect Leader Zhou at that time." Song Qingshu sighed. "I asked him, since he already has a wife, why didn't he bring her to live with us in Yanjing? I could also give her a title of Lady of Nobility."
"He didn't say anything. I asked him again and again. Only then did I know the complicated relationship between you and your wife." Song Qingshu sighed. "I told him, in that case, it's okay to marry another wife. But he still refused without hesitation. He said that his wife in this life would only be Zhou Zhiruo of the Emei faction."
"Sometimes I think, if Song Qingshu had agreed to my marriage, would he not have betrayed me, and would he not have been reduced to ashes?"
Listening to Kangxi's unhurried narration, Zhou Zhiruo lay on the bed, two streams of tears uncontrollably rolled down her cheeks, "He really said that?"
Out of some kind of bad taste, she lied with her eyes open. Even though Song Qingshu was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but blush. Fortunately, he had the mask to hide it. He quickly nodded and said, "Of course I wouldn't lie to a woman for such a small matter."
Zhou Zhiruo recalled all that had happened, and her emotions were extremely shaken. She thought of how Song Qingshu had cared for her in every possible way. She thought of what she had said, "Song Qingshu would betray the world, but he wouldn't betray me, Zhou Zhiruo." She also thought of how Song Qingshu had taken the opportunity to defile her body. She also thought of the time in the Imperial Palace when she had half-heartedly refused to go to bed with him …
Song Qingshu saw that Zhou Zhiruo had a smile on her face one moment, and her face was as cold as frost the next. Her chest also rose and fell rapidly. He couldn't help but sigh.
He had transmigrated and occupied the real Song Qingshu's body. Although it wasn't his original intention, he was still full of guilt for the soul that had disappeared. Since the original Song Qingshu had loved Zhou Zhiruo his entire life, he could take this opportunity to make Zhou Zhiruo remember him forever in her heart. Presumably, for him, it would be another kind of immortality. He could also take this opportunity to end things with Zhou Zhiruo.
"Why are you telling me so much?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly looked curiously at Song Qingshu.
"Zhen doesn't know," Song Qingshu laughed bitterly. "Maybe zhen misses him."
"Have you thought about it? Why did you come to assassinate zhen?" Song Qingshu stared at Zhou Zhiruo's eyes and found that he was suddenly a little nervous.
"I … I came to avenge him." Zhou Zhiruo was a little hesitant at the beginning, but she became more and more determined as she spoke.
"Are you sure?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a flash of joy in his heart. "You know, zhen originally wanted to let you go."
A faint smile appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's frosty face. "Although I can't wait for him to die, I am the only one in the world who can kill him. If others kill him, I will naturally avenge them."
"Why do you want to sacrifice your life for a dead man?" Song Qingshu said with a frown. "It's not too late to change your words."
"I originally planned to kill him and then commit suicide. Since he's already dead, even the greatest hatred has disappeared. My wish has been fulfilled. Even if I die, I will still be able to seek benevolence." Zhou Zhiruo's expression suddenly changed. Looking at Song Qingshu, she said in a cold voice, "If Your Majesty gives me a quick death, I will be very grateful to you. But if you want to … do some shameless things to me, even if I become a malicious spirit, I won't let you go. "
"Shameless things?" Song Qingshu rubbed his nose. Did he really look like that kind of person? It was all Dolong's fault. Doing such a thing, how could the other not misunderstand. "Miss Zhou worries too much."
"Actually, no matter what you choose, zhen will not make things difficult for you based on the past friendship with Song Qingshu. You can leave."
"You'll let me go?" Zhou Zhiruo's face was stunned. She had never thought that it would be this ending.
Song Qingshu stood up. Looking out the window with his hands behind his back, he said rather desolately: "You can leave. If you leave, don't come back." At the same time, he said to himself in his heart, I'll make a clean break with Zhou Zhiruo like this.
After a moment of silence, a faint voice suddenly came from behind him: "How can I leave like this?"
Song Qingshu suddenly realized. He quickly ordered a palace maid to bring a set of palace clothes and put it at the head of the bed. He also took out a gold medal and put it on, "After you put on the clothes, take this gold medal and you can smoothly leave the palace … zhen will leave first."
Finishing, he got up and was about to leave when he heard Zhou Zhiruo's slightly anxious voice: "My acupuncture point was also sealed by you."
"Almost forgot," Song Qingshu patted his head and suddenly hesitated, "Once your acupuncture point is unsealed, you won't come to kill zhen again, right?"
"It wasn't easy to escape a calamity. I'm not that stupid." Zhou Zhiruo sneered.
"That's true." Song Qingshu moved closer to unseal her acupuncture point. Who knew that at this time, a sudden change would occur. A slender jade finger suddenly reached out from under the blanket and quickly pressed on his waist.
"Your acupuncture point has been unsealed?" Song Qingshu was surprised and quickly came to his senses. Zhou Zhiruo had studied the Nine Yin Manual. One of the chapters talked about the method of unsealing acupuncture points. He was completely immersed in the emotions of parting with Zhou Zhiruo and actually forgot about this.
Zhou Zhiruo didn't answer. She pursed her lips and quickly pressed a few major acupuncture points on his chest. Only then did she relax. Only then did she carefully wrap herself in the blanket and sit up.
"You're really desperate. You're not even afraid of being exposed." The moment Zhou Zhiruo raised her hand to press the acupuncture point, her snow-white skin was exposed. With Song Qingshu's skill, he naturally saw it clearly.
"Even if you look a few times, it doesn't matter. In any case, you're going to die soon." Zhou Zhiruo's face reddened and she subconsciously pulled at the blanket around her.
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