After a long while, Huang Rong came back to her senses. She had a puzzled expression on her face: "Why did I suddenly faint and have this kind of dream?"
In an instant, Huang Rong's expression changed because she thought of a possibility. Perhaps she had fallen victim to Song Qingshu's Soul Shifting Technique.
However, Huang Rong quickly ruled out this possibility. After all, her body had not truly been violated. Moreover, Ah-Jiu was at the side and would not allow Song Qingshu to cause trouble.
More importantly, Huang Rong had learned the Soul Shifting Technique from the Nine Yin Manual. She was clear that the mind of a person who had fallen victim to the Soul Shifting Technique would be controlled by the caster and would often not remember what they had done. Since she could still clearly recall the scene in her dream, it was naturally impossible for her to have fallen victim to the Soul Shifting Technique.
As soon as she began to recall, Huang Rong's thoughts became somewhat uncontrollable. The humiliating scenes in the dream came one after another. When Song Qingshu entered her, the submission of her body and the trembling of her soul caused Huang Rong's entire body to involuntarily tremble.
"This dream is a bit too realistic." Although Huang Rong did not look at herself in the mirror, the burning sensation on her cheeks made her understand that her cheeks had long since become incomparably red.
"No wonder Song Qingshu in the dream had always grasped her thoughts so well. So this Song Qingshu was imagining it." Huang Rong bit her lip and recalled the scenes in the dream where Song Qingshu had forced her to submit. She suddenly came to a realization.
"Since everything was caused by my subconscious, why did it develop like that later? Could it be that I subconsciously wanted to be violated by the surname Song? "Huang Rong's expression immediately changed.
The honesty of her body and the torment of her conscience caused Huang Rong to constantly worry about gains and losses. She even forgot to investigate the reason for her Qi deviation. Just like that, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep until the appointed time for everyone to set off.
"Did everyone have a good rest?" Song QingShu asked with a smile as he looked at the people arriving one after another.
Xiao Feng laughed straightforwardly. "This Xiao has long since rested and is only waiting for a big battle." The others nodded in agreement.
Only Huang Rong smiled bitterly. Today's events had greatly shaken her mind. After returning, she had not been able to sleep, causing her to be dispirited and listless. How could she tell others the reason for this? She could only imitate them and say that she was fine.
Song Qingshu called for his subordinates to bring over a dozen sets of Manchurian soldier clothes. "Tonight we are going to fish in troubled waters, so we should disguise ourselves."
Yelu Qi's eyes brightened. "This one was originally hesitating whether or not to suggest that we change into night clothes. I didn't expect Brother Song Qi to be prepared.
"This one is a Song. Song I thought." Song Qi "This one, this one" Song "" Qi ", this. Song" Qi "." Yelu Qi "Chen" he "He".
"Everyone here is famous in Jianghu. I was worried that if I changed your appearance, I might offend you."
Zhang SongXi waved his hand. "Qingshu, what are you talking about? Today's matter is not a Jianghu grudge. There is no need to care about those Jianghu rules." The others all nodded in agreement.
After everyone changed into the Manchurian soldier uniform, Song Qingshu was amazed. "These people are indeed the best in the world. Even if they are wearing the most minor clothes, they still look extraordinary."
When Ah Jiu came out, Song Qingshu's eyes brightened. He couldn't help but whisper in her ear, "There is such a handsome soldier in this world. In the future, all the soldiers under my command will follow Ah Jiu's example. Just looking at him is pleasing to the eye."
Yelu Nanxian happened to pass by them. Hearing Song Qingshu's bold words, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and leave.
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly. Even though the two of them hadn't seen each other many times, they had left a good impression on each other.
Yelu Nanxian's swordsmanship was exquisite. What was even more commendable was her tall figure. On top of that, she had a pair of slender legs. She looked like a proud horse. It would be strange if Song Qingshu didn't have a good impression of her.
As for Song Qingshu, the impression he left on Yelu Nanxian was that he was a calm and unfathomable master.
Unfortunately, when Song Qingshu went to Xiao Ban He's courtyard that night, he placed his hands on Xiao Ban He's chest. All of Song Qingshu's demeanor of a master collapsed.
Before Song Qingshu could sigh at the impermanence of the world, Huang Rong had finished changing and walked out. Looking at her bulging chest, Song Qingshu couldn't help but curse, 'With such exaggerated chest muscles, anyone can see that you're a woman disguised as a man …'
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment and gave up on the idea of binding her chest. Firstly, he was afraid that she would suffocate. Secondly, when Huang Rong's cultivation deviated, he could tell from her ravings that he had caused her a lot of trouble. She was still on guard against him. If he went over to remind her about such a private matter, she might misunderstand his good intentions.
"Forget it. In any case, we'll be leaving as soon as we arrive. We won't have to face the enemy. If it's a little bigger, then so be it."
Song Qingshu rubbed his nose. Looking at everyone who was ready, he said in a low voice: "Let's go!"
At this time, night had already fallen. Song Qingshu, Ah-Jiu, Huang Rong, Zhang SongXi, Yin Liting, Xiao Feng, Yelu Nanxian, Yelu Qi, and the others mounted their horses and quickly disappeared into the forest.
"Madam Guo, you don't seem to be in good spirits. The Qing camp is full of danger. In order to avoid any mishaps, I hope that Madam will stay by my side after we enter." Noticing Huang Rong's absent-minded appearance, Song Qingshu frowned. He really didn't want Huang Rong to die in the Qing army's camp.
Huang Rong's expression immediately became unnatural. Although she knew that Song Qingshu had good intentions, the things that Song Qingshu did to her in her nightmare were too terrifying. She didn't want to get too close to him. She reflexively refused: "Many thanks for Prince Song's good intentions. Although this servant's martial arts aren't as good as Young Master's, it's more than enough to protect myself."
Seeing her refuse, Song Qingshu didn't say anything more: "This one was rude, please don't blame me, Madam."
Returning to Ah-Jiu's side, Song Qingshu whispered: "Ah-Jiu, after we enter the Qing camp, pay attention to Madam Guo."
Ah-Jiu couldn't help but curl his lips: "You really know how to have tender and protective feelings for the fairer sex."
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly: "Don't say that. You also know that she has just suffered from Qi deviation and her current state isn't too stable. If she dies in the ambush, your Big Brother Song will become a sinner of Jianghu and be condemned by everyone."
Ah-Jiu thought about it and agreed. This time, Huang Rong came to help. With her reputation in Jianghu, if she accidentally died, the power that Song Qingshu had painstakingly built would inevitably collapse.
"Fine, I will secretly protect her." Ah-Jiu's martial arts were originally high, and when she and Song Qingshu cultivated together in Shengjing, she received half of his power. Now, in theory, her martial arts were no less than the Five Uniques of the Central Plains. The only thing she lacked was the cultivation of her mental state.
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