After discussing all kinds of details, it was already dawn. Song Qingshu asked everyone to go back and have a good rest. "Twelve hours later, we will gather in the hall and set off together."
"Brother Song, as the saying goes, the emperor will lose his subjects if he doesn't keep secrets. I don't think you should tell them the plan in advance." Zhu Yuai was naturally by Song Qingshu's side. Seeing that most of the people had left, she couldn't help but say this worriedly.
"It can't be helped." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "They are all leaders. It will be difficult to convince them if I don't reveal something. After all, they have to take risks at night."
Seeing that Zhu Yuai was still worried, Song Qingshu reached out and held her little hand. "Ah Jiu, don't worry too much. The people in this hall are trustworthy. First, I believe in their characters. Second, they have no reason to leak the secret. After all, the failure of the Manchurian Qing is in everyone's interest."
Song Qingshu was not a single-celled organism like Song Xianggong. Naturally, he knew that only when both sides had the same interest could there be a basis for trust.
The two of them held hands and chatted along the way. Soon, they returned to their courtyard. Zhu Yuai suddenly said curiously, "By the way, Brother Song, I didn't have time to ask you just now. How did you win against Ah Qing?"
"What do you think?" Hearing Ah Jiu's question, Song Qingshu's expression suddenly became a little strange. He looked at her with a faint smile.
"I just don't know, that's why I asked you." Zhu Yuai pouted and couldn't help but act coquettishly.
"If I just say it, it will probably be difficult for you to understand. Why don't you imitate Ah Qing and recreate the situation at that time? I'll let you experience it yourself. I think the effect will be better." Song Qingshu said seriously.
Zhu Yuai always felt that his eyes were flickering with evil intentions, but in the end, she couldn't hide her curiosity and subconsciously nodded in agreement. "Okay."
"I remember that Ah Qing was quite normal at that time until he got close to you." Zhu Yuai held the short sword and gestured while recalling the situation at that time. "Is that so … huh?"
When the tip of Zhu Yuai's sword was a few inches away from Song Qingshu, she suddenly felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained. Traces of heat surged out of her body, making her extremely weak.
As if she could feel it.
Feeling her own hot skin, Zhu Yuai was slightly startled before she reacted. She couldn't help but exclaim, "The Fragrance of Joy!"
The two of them had long been intimate, so Zhu Mang naturally knew that it was a by-product of Song Qingshu's practice of the Blissful Dhyana, which was sometimes used by Song Qingshu for pleasure in the bedroom.
That kind of feeling was very, very pleasant, but Zhu Yuehan subconsciously didn't like it, because she always felt as if she had been drugged by the most powerful aphrodisiac, waiting for the man to pamper her on the bed. Whether it was her body or her mind, she couldn't resist at all.
What Zhu Xuanyi liked was the natural intimacy, not the one-sided indecency, although it seemed more attractive than the usual intimacy …
Song Qingshu carried Zhu Yuai, whose body had already turned into a ball of cotton, and looked down at the beauty in his arms. He couldn't help but smile evilly, "My dear Ninth Princess, you offered to experience it yourself."
"You bastard. You deliberately set a trap for me." Song Qingshu smiled proudly and sat on the couch with her in his arms. Before Zhu Yuai could answer, he leaned over and kissed her slightly parted red lips.
"Hmm." A moan that could make one's bones tingle resounded in the room.
Huang Rong had been thinking about the problem of matchmaking her daughter with Song Qingshu. But when she thought that Song Qingshu already had a family and seemed to have already promised to marry the Ninth Princess, Huang Rong felt a little upset.
Therefore, not long after they returned to the courtyard, Huang Rong couldn't help but look for Song Qingshu. She planned to chat with Song Qingshu first and find out what he wanted to say before making a decision.
But when she arrived at the gate of the courtyard, before Huang Rong had time to knock on the door, she vaguely heard the sound of a woman crying. Huang Rong's heart suddenly skipped a beat. As an experienced person, how could she not know what the person inside was doing?
"This Ninth Princess usually looks cold. I didn't expect her voice to be so … seductive." Huang Rong secretly spat. The voice made her feel a little hot, and she immediately turned around to leave.
"Brother Song, you are so … bad … to use such a dirty … way to deal with … Sister Ah Qing."
There was the sound of Zhu Ao's giggling.
Huang Rong couldn't help but be startled and subconsciously stopped. In the entire Golden Snake Meeting, the most curious thing was how Song QingShu turned defeat into victory and overturned Ah Qing in the end. But this probably involved the secrets of other people's trump cards, so the group of people wouldn't be untactful and ask Song QingShu.
But the more it was like this, the more mysterious the whole thing seemed.
"Maybe I can find out the reason by listening to their conversation." Huang Rong couldn't resist the curiosity in her heart. She leaned close to the door and pricked up her ears to listen.
Unfortunately, Huang Rong was standing at the gate of the courtyard, more than ten meters away from the house. Huang Rong really couldn't hear the whispers between the two clearly.
Huang Rong showed a trace of struggle on her face. Finally, as if she had made a great decision, she held her breath and tiptoed to the house.
"I just want to listen a little. I will leave immediately after I hear the reason." Huang Rong kept comforting herself.
Huang Rong was worried that Song Qingshu might notice, but her Qinggong had always been good. In her opinion, in this kind of situation, men would naturally be less vigilant, so she still held her breath and stood at the door.
After listening for a while, Huang Rong's face was so red that it was about to drip water. She couldn't help but feel regret in her heart. Because the two people in the house didn't mention the previous fight with Ah Qing except for the sentence just now. The voices coming from the house were all whispers between lovers. The content was so bold that even Huang Rong, who was a mother, couldn't bear it.
"Song Qingshu, that night, Madam Guo's face was full of satisfaction. Every inch of her skin revealed the bright red of a rose after the bliss. Did you really …"
Huang Rong had just taken a step when she heard Zhu Yaowei talking about her. She couldn't help but look very strange. She was in a dilemma. On one hand, she felt it was too shameful and wanted to leave as soon as possible. On the other hand, she wanted to hear how Song Qingshu would answer.
"So, do you want me to do something with her or nothing?" Then Song Qingshu's hateful voice sounded. Huang Rong's chest slightly rose and fell a few times. Finally, she decided to stay and listen to what was going on.
"It depends on whether Song Qingshu has the intention or not. If Song Qingshu wants her, you can invite her in now and get what you want." Zhu Yaowei's voice made Huang Rong's face change greatly.
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