As soon as Xia Qingqing finished speaking, she was embarrassed and quickly said, "Let me go, I still have business to attend to!"
Song Qingshu was in a good mood at this time, so he released her acupoint. "Hahaha, remember what you just said."
Xia Qingqing spat softly and ran out without looking back. Zhu Xiaoxiao asked in confusion, "What did Qingqing say just now?"
Because she was not familiar with Song Qingshu, Zhu Yanai was playing with her fingers with her head down. She was so nervous that she did not pay attention to what the two were talking about, not to mention that Xia Qingqing had deliberately lowered her voice.
"She asked me to accompany you." Song Qingshu whispered in her ear with an evil smile.
Feeling the hot breath of Song Qingshu, Zhu Yanai's skin could not help but tremble. She said with a little panic, "I'll also go contact the mountain leaders."
"Didn't you say there was no problem?" The three monks had no water to drink, so Xia Qingqing left first to create an opportunity for him. Song Qingshu was not willing to disappoint her good intentions.
"It's just a matter of course, but it has to be confirmed in person. I haven't discussed this matter with them, after all … after all …" Zhu Yanai suddenly became hesitant.
"After what?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.
"My master is easy to talk to, but I haven't talked to Shui Jian yet. After all, he needs to confirm with you first … before he can show up. It's your fault for not coming for so long." Zhu Yanai thought that her relationship with Song Qingshu had not been confirmed before. If she suddenly ran to others and asked them to support Song Qingshu, what if Song Qingshu was not willing to be with her … then wouldn't she, a dignified princess, lose all her face?
As the Golden Snake Gathering approached, Zhu Yanai had been sending people to inquire about Song Qingshu's whereabouts, waiting for his arrival. She did not expect that he would be delayed on the road, which made Zhu Yanai feel a little resentful.
"Confirm the relationship?" Song Qingshu was overjoyed. "Then I'll confirm the relationship with you." Then he undid her belt.
Zhu Xiaoyi was shocked and hurriedly pressed his hand. "Didn't we just confirm our relationship?"
"That's not enough." Song Qingshu gently shook his head and began to slowly kiss her cheek.
"You …" Zhu Ying bit her lips, and she was so nervous that her whole body was trembling. Although they had been intimate once before, they were forced to do so. But now …
Zhu Xuanyin even had a feeling that she had entrusted the wrong person, but on second thought, maybe men were like this? Anyway, she had already made up her mind to follow him, not to mention that she was already his woman …
After thinking for a while, Zhu Xiaoyao sighed faintly and gently closed her eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted. Every time their skin touched, her soul would tremble.
"Okay ~"
Zhu Xiaoyao slightly opened her mouth, slightly raised her chin, and showed her smooth and delicate neck in front of her lover. She was so nervous that she seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat.
Seeing that she was letting him do whatever he wanted, how could Song Qingshu be polite? One hand quietly reached into her clothes, and the other hand skillfully untied the silk belt around her waist.
When Song Qingshu touched Zhu Xiaoyao's belt, she subconsciously blocked it with her hand. Song Qingshu gently pushed her hand aside, and she didn't continue to insist. Soon, a snow-white and attractive body appeared in front of him.
He gently pushed her body down on the bed. Feeling that her body was a little stiff, Song Qingshu chuckled in order to relieve her tension. "Ah Jiu, it's not the first time between us. Why are you so nervous? Relax a little."
Zhu Xiaoyao suddenly felt resentful. How could I know that you are so eager for sex? I just entrusted my life to you, and you are like this. It would be strange if I wasn't nervous.
"Don't you remember last time in Shengjing …" Song Qingshu leaned down and whispered in her ear.
Zhu Xiaoyao's face suddenly turned red. Recalling the charm of that day, she couldn't help but feel excited. Finally, she slowly relaxed.
Song Qingshu's fingers gently slid across her skin, and he sincerely praised, "The hot spring is smooth and coagulated. Ah Jiu, your skin is really good."
This was the most normal compliment, but Song QingShu had forgotten that this was the ancient times when feudal ethics prevailed. Hearing such a direct compliment from him, Zhu Yaoying felt shy and anxious. However, to be praised by her lover, she could not help but feel a little proud in her heart.
Suddenly, a sweet fragrance came. Song Qingshu was surprised and said, "This is the best incense in the Forbidden City. There are not many in the palace. Ah Jiu, how do you have it?"
"This incense is called 'Madam Hua Rui's Incense'. It was my favorite when I was in the Imperial Palace. Later, when I was in exile in Jianghu, I naturally didn't have it anymore. Fortunately, I was once curious and looked up its formula, so I figured it out myself."
"The recipe for this incense seems to have been lost in the Manchurian Qing Palace. Tell me quickly." In order to ease Zhu Xiaoyao's nervousness and eliminate the sense of unfamiliarity between them, Song Qingshu took great pains to deliberately lead the topic to the thing she was most familiar with and liked.
"If I remember correctly, it should be agarwood, three taels each of incense, one tael each of sandalwood, half a qian of camphor, one tael each of incense, one qian of musk, mash them together, add in charcoal, plain salt, mix it well with honey, put it into a porcelain box, boil it for ten minutes, take it out and simmer it for seven days …"
Seeing that Song Qingshu liked the fragrance on her body, Zhu Xiaoyao seemed to have found a soulmate, and her face exuded a charming glow.
Although she had been in exile in Jianghu for many years, the grace and luxury she had cultivated in the palace since childhood had been deeply rooted in her bones and closely integrated with her own temperament. Therefore, she always felt out of place when she got along with people in Jianghu, and others would only think that she was spoiled and too rich.
Although she liked Yuan Chengzhi so much, she had never talked about these with him. Firstly, Yuan Chengzhi didn't understand. Secondly … Yuan Chengzhi was just a man in Jianghu after all. Zhu Xiaoyao was worried that talking about these would arouse his disgust and widen the distance between them.
Song QingShu had learned a lot of things. In addition, he had been the fake Emperor in the Imperial Palace for so long, so he was imperceptibly influenced by what he saw and heard. The two of them began to chat about the problem of incense.
Seeing the excitement on Zhu Xiaoyao's face, Song Qingshu knew that he had successfully dispelled her nervousness. How could he have the energy to continue talking about incense with her? He moved closer to her ear and whispered, "Jiu, you don't have to work so hard to refine incense in the future. With your recipe, I'll have someone in the palace make it and give it to you when it's done."
Only then did Zhu Xiaoyao remember that in a sense, he had already seized control of the Manchurian Qing. She couldn't help but reach out to touch his cheek and murmur emotionally, "Song Lang …"
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