"What's going on?" Huang Rong was dumbfounded. "Was I dreaming?"
Huang Rong was in a trance until she was hugged by Guo Jing again. She then realized that Song Qingshu had mentioned something about disguising himself.
In his arms, Huang Rong remained calm and collected. She took the opportunity to touch his face, intending to check if there was a mask on his face.
However, just as her fingers were about to touch Guo Jing's, he tilted his head slightly as if he had foreseen it and dodged it in an extremely ingenious manner. Huang Rong wanted to try again, but her hands were already held by him.
"Rong 'er, you've lost weight these days."' Guo Jing 'held her hands and looked at her affectionately.
Huang Rong blushed and gave up trying to test him. She already knew that the 'Guo Jing' in front of her was Song Qingshu in disguise. How could her Brother Jing be so sweet talkative?
After hesitating for a moment, Huang Rong did not expose him directly. Instead, she looked at him carefully.
"So similar ~" Huang Rong's eyes lit up. If Song QingShu hadn't told her that he knew how to disguise himself, she wouldn't have thought too much about it even if she thought Guo Jing was a little abnormal. She might have been fooled by him.
After the initial shock, Huang Rong quickly sorted out the whole thing. In order to test whether Song QingShu's disguise could fool people close to him, he secretly changed into Brother Jing's appearance and moved the Ninth Princess away when she was not paying attention, creating a kind of confusion in her memory. He wanted to see if she could see through his disguise.
"But why don't I feel anything when the Ninth Princess doesn't want to see me?" Although Huang Rong knew that her martial arts were far inferior to Song Qingshu's, it was impossible for him to move the Ninth Princess away under her eyes.
"Did I fall for his Soul Shifting Technique?"
Huang Rong reacted quickly and her face turned ugly.
"This bastard!"
However, Huang Rong wasn't really angry. She was smart and quickly understood that if Song QingShu didn't tell her beforehand, she wouldn't be able to see through his disguise when he used the Soul Transfer Technique and changed his appearance to look like Brother Jing.
At that time, if he used the identity of Brother Jing and tried to be intimate with her, she probably wouldn't refuse him. Instead, she would happily cater to him.
"Ptui, what a despicable skill. It's a pity he didn't become a pervert."
Huang Rong's face turned red as she thought of some unbearable scenes.
"Rong 'er, what are you thinking about now?" Guo Jing's voice sounded again.
Huang Rong had wanted to expose Song QingShu's trick, but her mischievous heart was suddenly aroused. That would be too boring. She decided to pretend that she didn't see the flaw and wanted to see what Song QingShu would do next.
"It's just that it's a little embarrassing to be in his arms now."
Huang Rong was a little hesitant, but then she thought about it. It wasn't like she hadn't been hugged by him in the cave before, and he looked like Brother Jing now, so it didn't seem like a big deal.
"Rong 'er, why are you daydreaming all of a sudden?" Guo Jing's voice rang in her ears again.
Hearing his gentle voice, Huang Rong couldn't help but be startled. It was as if she had returned to the time when she was a young girl, and an inexplicable feeling rose in her heart. She subconsciously answered, "Rong 'er is thinking about whether Xiangyang will have any problems without Brother Jing."
As she spoke, Huang Rong quietly took a step back and distanced herself from Guo Jing. After all, she knew that he was Song Qingshu in disguise. She just wanted to use this opportunity to tease him. How could she let him continue to take advantage of her?
Guo Jing smiled, not minding her actions. "Now that the Mongolians and the Song have signed a truce, they won't start fighting again in a short period of time. Rong 'er, you don't have to worry."
"Hmph, you're quite good at pretending. Let's see how long you can pretend for."
Huang Rong quickly put on a beautiful smile and continued to ask, "Then when did you leave Xiangyang, Brother Jing?"
Guo Jing paused and obviously hesitated. "Rong 'er, I came to find you a few days after you left."
'Hmph, I've given myself away. To find Fu' er, I've been traveling around the Central Plains for a long time. If Brother Jing really left Xiangyang at that time, he should have arrived at the Golden Snake Gathering before me. '
Huang Rong didn't immediately expose him. If she did, it wouldn't be fun. She rolled her eyes and deliberately changed the topic to Song Qingshu. "Brother Jing, this time, Song Qingshu won the Golden Snake King out of everyone's expectations. What do you think of this young man?"
Huang Rong purposely emphasized the words "young man" and looked at him maliciously, waiting for his answer.
"Song Qingshu." Guo Jing seemed to be organizing his words. He slowly paced around the room and finally sat down on a couch not far away. He gently patted the spot beside him and gestured for Huang Rong to sit down. "This man is handsome, elegant, and elegant. His martial arts are also incredibly high. It's as if he's a genius that only appears once in a hundred years in the world of martial arts."
"Bah, aren't you ashamed of boasting?" Huang Rong was secretly surprised. When she noticed his invitation, she couldn't help but hesitate. After all, it was a little dangerous for a man and a woman to sit on the bed together. But she also wanted to use this opportunity to ask Song Qingshu some questions that were usually inconvenient to ask.
After hesitating for a long time, Huang Rong shyly walked over and stopped three feet away from the couch. She didn't want to take another step forward.
Unexpectedly, Guo Jing, who was on the couch, reached out and pulled her. Huang Rong felt that he was moving very slowly, but she didn't know why she couldn't avoid him. He took advantage of the situation and pulled her. Huang Rong staggered and sat on his lap.
"Rong 'er, why are you so distant with your husband?" Guo Jing's simple and honest smile was so hateful in Huang Rong's eyes.
She wanted to struggle to stand up, but she found that her strength was like a clay ox in the sea. It didn't work at all.
Fortunately, Song Qingshu only pulled her onto his lap and did not make any further moves. Huang Rong hesitated for a moment and gave up struggling. She took the opportunity to ask, "Brother Jing, how do you feel about your martial arts compared to Song Qingshu's?"
This was a question that had been puzzling Huang Rong since she watched Song Qingshu's performance at the Golden Snake Gathering. In fact, she already had an answer in her heart, but it was always more reliable to ask the person in question.
However, this question was full of considerations. Before this, it was not convenient for Huang Rong to ask Song Qingshu directly. Now that he appeared in front of her as Guo Jing, Huang Rong could pretend that she knew nothing and ask him directly.
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