"Why do all women like to ask this question?" Song Qingshu said with a wry smile, "You are one or two years older than her. You can call her younger sister, and she can call you elder sister."
Zhu Xiaoyi looked at him bitterly and said, "You know that's not what I mean."
Song Qingshu certainly knew what she meant. He knew that women in this world attached great importance to the issue of status. It mattered a lot whether one was a wife or a concubine.
But how could he answer this question? Unable to resist Zhu Xiaoyi's pitiful eyes, Song Qingshu had to say, "In my hometown, there is no distinction between wives and concubines. In the future, all of you will be my wives, and I will treat each of you equally."
Zhu Xiaoyi was shocked by his shocking idea and could not help but say, "How is this possible..."
It was no wonder that she did not believe it. Since the Western Zhou Dynasty, these customs had been passed down from generation to generation, and the concept of wives and concubines had been deeply rooted in everyone's bones.
Apart from other things, the status of wives and concubines was related to a woman's status in the family, which in turn affected the status of her children and the right of inheritance in the future.
Only the official wife could be listed in the family tree, and the son she gave birth to was called the legitimate son and had the right to inherit the title. The children of other concubines and the so-called co-wives were all born of concubines...
Seeing that Zhu Xiaoyi did not believe him, Song Qingshu said seriously, "This is indeed what I really think."
Zhu Xiaoyi was stunned. Hearing that he did not sound like he was joking, she wondered if what he said was true.
Zhu Xiaoyi, who had been born in the royal family since childhood, naturally would not believe that such a naive idea could be realized. She then smiled sweetly and said, "Song Qingshu, I can be your concubine, and it doesn't matter even if I don't have a title. But you have to promise me one thing."
Song Qingshu was stunned, "What is it?"
"If you can unify the world, when our child is born in the future, you can give him some of the former lands of the Ming Dynasty and let him inherit the Ming Dynasty."
Zhu Xiaoyi had known Song Qingshu for a long time, especially after she knew that he had deceived everyone and replaced Kangxi with a peach. She was happy but also secretly frightened. She knew that with his ambition, he would not be satisfied with fighting against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty...
As a woman, it was natural for her to follow the chicken she married. Sometimes, she also thought that as long as Song Qingshu could fight against the Qing, it didn't matter whether he could recover his sight or not.
However, as a descendant of the royal family of the Great Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yanxi could not let go of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders. Now, she is using her influence and the legitimate status of the Great Ming Dynasty to help Song Qingshu. If, in the end, she ends up working for someone else, she would be letting down the ancestors of the Zhu Family.
Therefore, after thinking about it, Zhu Yiren finally came up with such a way to satisfy both sides.
"You've endured too many things that ordinary girls don't need to bear." Song Qingshu reached out to stroke her cheek with pity, then nodded solemnly, "Okay, I promise you."
"Really?" Zhu Yanxi looked at him in disbelief. It should be known that the concept of incense was extremely important in this world. Almost no man was willing to let his son take a woman's surname, not to mention that it involved the enfeoffment of land.
After Qin Shi Huang abolished the feudal system and established counties, the later dynasties almost no longer enfeoffed countries like the Zhou Dynasty. After the Han Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty, the "Seven Kingdoms Rebellion" and the "Eight Kings Rebellion", the later rulers were even more cautious about enfeoffing. Most of the time, the enfeoffment of kings was just an empty shell in name.
While Zhu Yaoyao was still feeling touched, she heard Song QingShu say with a smile, "In any case, unifying the world is still a long way off for me. Using an empty promise to trick a noble princess into marrying me, no matter how I look at it, it's a good deal."
"You!" Before Zhu Yanxi could get angry, she was already in Song Qingshu's arms, and his solemn voice sounded in her ears, "Believe me, Ah Jiu."
Zhu Yanxi was stunned for a moment, then she nodded and leaned her face tightly against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
After a long time, seeing that he still didn't let go of her, Zhu Yanxi was a little embarrassed. She was worried that they would be seen by passersby, so she quickly pushed him away and pretended to be resentful, "Anyway, I can't do anything if you go back on your words. Who told me to be so stupid and be cheated by you from the beginning?"
Seeing that she mentioned the incident in Shengjing again, Song Qingshu immediately retorted with a guilty conscience, "How is that cheating? I really did it to save you."
"Really?" Zhu Yanxi said with a faint smile, "Do you really have no other way to save me?"
"Of course not," Song QingShu quickly said with a straight face.
"I wonder who was the one who carried the seriously injured Mongolian princess from Shandong Province to Kaifeng City in less than a day to seek treatment from the famous killer doctor?" Zhu Yuai had been inquiring about Song Qingshu's whereabouts, so he naturally knew that Song Qingshu had brought Zhao Min to seek treatment.
Song Qingshu's forehead was full of sweat, and he explained embarrassedly, "That's not the same."
"Oh, what's the difference? Why didn't you save her the way you saved me this time? "Zhu Yanxi looked at him slyly.
Song Qingshu thought, I can't say that I thought that method was a little too shameless, right? Zhu Yanxi would be furious. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he said, "She was not seriously injured at that time, so she didn't need to use that ultimate weapon."
Hearing his adjective, Zhu Yanxi blushed and couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid she didn't allow you to use that method, right? I've long heard that the Mongolian princess Shaomin is as smart as a fox. Compared with her, I'm so stupid. I actually believed your nonsense at that time. "
Song Qingshu said anxiously, "Your life was really in danger at that time, and there was no time to waste."
Seeing his nervous look, Zhu Yanxi couldn't help but laugh, "Silly brother, I deliberately teased you. Anyway … anyway, now that I think about it, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing to believe you at that time. It feels … not bad. "
"Wow, you actually teased me." Song Qingshu couldn't help but reach out to tickle her.
Zhu Yanxi dodged and cried out, "Oh, we're at their camp, don't … don't make trouble."
Song Qingshu glanced to the side, and sure enough, they had reached Shui Jian's camp, so he immediately stopped moving. In front of this former minister of the Great Ming Dynasty, he had to save some face for Zhu Yanxi.
Hearing the two's report, the soldier guarding the gate waved his hand and said, "You can go back, our Zongbing will not see you today." Although Shui Jian had become a bandit, he was still proud of his former status as the Zongbing.
It should be known that although there were differences between the Zongbing of the Ming Dynasty, the worst one was at least at the same level as the commander of a provincial military, so most of Shui Jian's subordinates still called him the Zongbing.
"How do you know he won't see us when you haven't reported him?" Zhu Yanxi asked curiously.
Although her face was covered by a veil, Zhu Yanxi's peerless charm still amazed the soldier. In order to talk to her for a while, he deliberately showed off and said, "Fairy, let me tell you a secret. Today, a distant cousin of Zongbing Shui came to visit him with his daughter. That Miss Shui is also as beautiful as the flowers and the moon, and she looks so delicate and fresh that all the brothers in the camp drooled at the sight of her …"
Zhu Yanxi had to interrupt him when she heard him praising the Miss Shui. "And then?"
The soldier came back to his senses and said with an embarrassed smile, "Of course, Miss Shui is not as beautiful as Fairy … Later, later, later, a foreign monk with a high level of martial arts came, and he seemed to be called Blood Knife Ancestor. He coveted Miss Shui's beauty, so he took advantage of the fact that Zongbing Shui and the others were not paying attention and kidnapped her. Now Zongbing Shui and the others are chasing after the foreign monk, so how can they meet you?"
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