"No one will think you're mute if you don't speak," Shui Sheng snorted. "I'm going to sleep for a while. Don't blame me for not warning you. If you yell and attract the guards over, I'll be dead anyway. I'll definitely stab you to death first. If worst comes to worst, we'll both die together. "Shui Sheng waved the knife she had just taken out of her boot.
Looking at the gleaming dagger in front of him, Song Qingshu asked curiously, "Then why didn't you stab me to death just now? Aren't you afraid that I'll expose your whereabouts?"
Shui Sheng's pretty face blushed. She thought to herself, Although this person has a bad mouth, he's still pretty good to me. How could I do it …
"Ah, I know," Song Qingshu shouted. "You must have seen that I'm young, handsome, and highly skilled in martial arts. You've already silently given your heart to me … Wu … Wu …"
Shui Sheng was startled by his sudden movements. Hearing his nonsense, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She really couldn't stand it anymore. She took out her embroidered handkerchief and stuffed it into Song Qingshu's mouth.
"It's finally quiet …" Shui Sheng let out a long sigh of relief. Lying on the soft bed, she wrapped herself in the quilt and closed her eyes in enjoyment …
In her sleep, Shui Sheng felt a little cold. She unconsciously leaned against a warm spot on her back. She felt that it was a warm bearskin coat, so she curled her body into a ball and let it cover her whole body.
The next morning, a scream broke the silence of dawn. It turned out that when Shui Sheng woke up, she found that Song Qingshu had slept behind her. Her head was pillowed on his arm and her body was curled up in his embrace like a little bird. What made her even more depressed was that her hand was holding his big hand. …
Pushing away his thigh that was on her waist, Shui Sheng pointed at Song Qingshu with a pale face. "You … You … You …" At this moment, she couldn't actually say a complete sentence.
"Miss Shui, I've already warned you. Be careful not to sleep on the wrong bed." Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at her with an innocent expression.
"Didn't I seal your acupoints? I tied you up … "Shui Sheng looked around in disbelief.
"Are you looking for this?" Song Qingshu took out a light blue ribbon from his bosom. It was the same belt that Shui Sheng untied from her dress to tie his hands yesterday. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it. "I'm an expert. Naturally, I have a way."
Seeing that Shui Sheng hurriedly snatched it away and hurriedly tidied up her messy dress, Song Qingshu supported his head with his hand, lying on his side on the bed and looked at her. He said calmly, "Miss Shui, in fact, you don't have to be so nervous at all. Last night, I was even more virtuous than Liu Xiahui. I didn't do anything, just …"
"But what?" Shui Sheng's eyes turned cold as she nervously stared at him.
"It's just that last night, someone desperately rubbed against my chest and even took the initiative to pull my hand to hug her chest …"
"That's enough!" Shui Sheng was both embarrassed and angry at the same time. Chapter 57: The Three Beauties Meet
She clenched her teeth and tears fell down.
Although Shui Sheng's big eyes were filled with tears, Song Qingshu couldn't bear to see her continue to be sad. "Tch, what's the big deal about a maid warming the master's bed? Hurry up, come and help the master change. "
Shui Sheng glared at him hatefully and jumped off the bed. She turned her back and didn't want to talk to him anymore.
Song Qingshu wasn't annoyed. After tidying up his clothes, he said, "Miss Shui, thank you for not killing me last night. I've decided …"
"Let me go?" Shui Sheng turned her head in surprise.
"Although I do have the thought of letting you go, I really want to experience what it feels like to have an incomparably delicate maid serve me. After weighing the two, I've decided that when you serve me well, I'll let you go." Song Qingshu looked at her with a grin.
"Shameless!" Shui Sheng's pink face was covered with a layer of frost.
"It's your own dirty thoughts." Song Qingshu cried out that he was wronged. "A maid is a sacred profession, okay? In the Western Continent, there's a very nice nickname, and that's a maid … "Song Qingshu's expression sank into his memories, but he quickly sobered up and continued," It's not like I'm asking you to be a servant girl. What are you so anxious about? "
Shui Sheng thought carefully and understood. Last night, when she sealed Song Qingshu's acupoints and tied him up, he was only putting on an act to cooperate with her. The difference in strength between the two of them was too great. It seemed impossible for her to escape … "Whether or not I serve you well depends on what you say. If you keep going against your conscience, won't I have to serve you for the rest of my life?" Shui Sheng suddenly raised her head and said coldly.
Song Qingshu wasn't affected by her cold voice at all. Instead, he heard the other party's tone soften. He happily said, "I've always been an honest little husband … Uh, what's with your expression? Don't roll your eyes. Since you don't believe me, I'll set a time limit. At most half a year, I'll let you go. Of course, if you serve me well and let me enjoy your comfort, I'll let you go in advance."
"Okay, it's a deal!" Shui Sheng said coldly.
"I'll be a puppy if I lie to you," Song Qingshu swaggered into a chair and patted his arm. "Hey, come and give master a massage. Last night, someone pillowed me on the bed. Now it's sore and painful."
Thinking of the soft and warm pillow last night, Shui Sheng's pretty face blushed. She walked over shyly and pouted, "Hey, is it here?"
"A little lower, yes … yes … a little gentler, hmm ~" Song Qingshu felt as if his internal organs had been ironed. Not a single spot was out of place. His 36,000 pores felt as if they had eaten a ginseng fruit. Not a single one of them was not comfortable.
Of course, this wasn't because Shui Sheng's technique was brilliant. After all, no matter how brilliant she was, she couldn't compare to those famous health care centers that Song Qingshu had visited in his previous life.
The source of all of Song Qingshu's comfort was Shui Sheng's identity. He thought about how she was the daughter of a rich family.
She had probably never done any manual labor since she was a child, yet she had no choice but to give him a shoulder massage. This kind of feeling was really great.
"I wonder what it would feel like if a princess or princess were to give me a massage …" At this moment, Song Qingshu couldn't help but let his mind wander.
When Wei Xiaobao saw Shui Sheng standing behind Song Qingshu in a well-behaved manner, his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets. He pulled Song Qingshu over and said with a mischievous smile, "Song dage is really an expert. In just one night, you've managed to tame this little chili pepper."
Wei Xiaobao didn't know martial arts, so he didn't deliberately avoid Shui Sheng. Therefore, all of his words were heard by Shui Sheng. Shui Sheng glanced at the funny braid behind Wei Xiaobao's back. She really wanted to grab it and strangle the two of them.
After breakfast, Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian led the group of envoys back to the capital with great fanfare. Wei Xiaobao, on the other hand, followed Song Qingshu and quietly slipped out from the back door. They hurried toward Gusu.
"Sigh, we don't have a carriage or a fine horse. How far do we have to walk? Shuang 'er, I miss you so much." After only a short journey, Wei Xiaobao complained incessantly.
"Really useless!" Shui Sheng muttered disdainfully. All of this misfortune came from him. Of course, Shui Sheng wouldn't give him a good look.
"Smelly woman, what did you say?" Wei Xiaobao fiercely glared at her. Then, a war of words began.
Several hundred words were omitted here …
Shui Sheng was a virgin, how could she be Wei Xiaobao's opponent who came from the streets? Very soon, her cheeks were flushed with anger. Her phoenix eyes were brimming with tears. She wished she could kill him with a sword.
Song Qingshu, who was listening on the side, secretly smacked his lips. With his meager cultivation in front of Wei Xiaobao, he was simply making a fool of himself.
With a light cough, he interrupted the war of words between the two. Song Qingshu had the intention to show off in front of the two. When it came to Wei Xiaobao, he wanted to increase his weight in the other party's heart. When it came to Shui Sheng, it was completely a man's instinct to show off in front of a woman.
"Walking like this is too slow. Stay closer to me, I'll take you to Gusu." Song Qingshu called out.
The two of them walked over skeptically. Song Qingshu's left hand wrapped around Shui Sheng's slender waist, and his right hand grabbed Wei Xiaobao's shoulder. Using the lightness skill of 'Treading on the Sands without a Trace', the three of them quickly disappeared into the distance like a wisp of smoke.
With her body in Song Qingshu's embrace, Shui Sheng didn't even have the time to scream when she realized the terrifying speed of the three of them. Looking at the rapidly disappearing trees behind them, Shui Sheng looked back at Song Qingshu's side profile with a complicated expression: Cousin, whether in terms of talent, appearance or martial arts, is far inferior to him … Aiya, Shui Sheng, what are you thinking about …
Different from Shui Sheng's complicated thoughts, Wei Xiaobao let out a "Oh ho" sound, appearing very excited. In his heart, he was thinking, if he had such a good lightness skill, who would be able to catch him when he escaped?
Wei Xiaobao was a man who would do anything when he thought of it. He immediately asked, "Song Dage, can you teach me your lightness skill?"
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "This lightness skill consumes a lot of internal energy. Brother Wei, you have nothing.
There is no way to learn the slightest bit of internal energy foundation. "
"Oh ~" Wei Xiaobao's disappointment was evident in his words. Turning his head, he noticed that Song Qingshu was gently holding Shui Sheng in his arms, but he was holding Wei Xiaobao's shoulder. Wei Xiaobao could not help but think angrily, "Could it be that this pretty boy is hiding something and is not willing to teach me?"
In his previous life, Song Qingshu was also an expert in reading people's expressions. As soon as he said those words, he was worried that he would bury a grudge, so he quickly added, "Actually, I know of a top-notch lightness skill in the world that doesn't require any internal energy to use. It is very suitable for Brother Wei."
"What is that?" Wei Xiaobao suddenly became spirited.
"Lightning Changes," Song Qingshu lightly spat out a few words, "It is Iron Sword Sect's unique skill. What's even more coincidental is that Yuan Chengzhi, who we are going to deal with, just happens to know it."
"That's good, it didn't take any effort at all," Wei Xiaobao chuckled, "In the future, when we catch him, I will definitely torture him and ask him about this lightness skill."
"Brother Wei is really smart, now the moment you open your mouth, you can already use idioms."
"Song Dage, those idioms know me, but I don't know them. I heard this from a storyteller before. "
… …
After half a day of hurrying, they were still halfway to the border of Gusu. After all, Song Qingshu still had to carry two people, so he suddenly felt a little tired. It just so happened that it was noon, so they stopped at a roadside market and found the largest restaurant there. They prepared to rest and reorganize themselves before continuing on their journey.
"Going out, how could I not have this?" Wei Xiaobao took out a thick stack of banknotes, "Song Dage's martial arts are good, but he definitely doesn't have as much money as I do. Today, don't be courteous with me, pick the most expensive one. Waiter, first serve the tea and snacks in your restaurant."
The three of them sat down in a private room on the second floor. Shui Sheng disdainfully cursed in her heart, "Nouveau riche."
Song QingShu, on the other hand, was very appreciative of Wei Xiaobao's generosity and generosity. He was about to say a few words of compliment when suddenly a deep and resounding voice came from downstairs, "Miss Mu, I have already spared your life several times. If you continue to pester me, don't blame this poor monk for being impolite."
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat and he looked downstairs. He saw two men and two women walking in. One of them was a monk around fifty years old, dressed in plain clothes and straw sandals. His face seemed to glow, and he was obviously a super expert.
The other was a young man who looked like the son of an aristocratic family. His face was like jade, and he had a cultured and elegant temperament. He was looking at the side profile of a girl in a light brown dress beside him with an expression on his face.
The girl's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she looked delicate and timid. She was Wang Yuyan, whom he had met once at Mantuo Villa.
Not far from them, a girl in black tightly gripped the hilt of her sword and followed them in at a moderate pace. It was Mu Wanqing from Mount Hua.
"Mahakakera, I swear on the precept of tranquility and perfection. Why is the Wisdom King angry with a little girl? Why don't you come up and have a drink with me?" In his previous life, Song Qingshu had often met business partners who were cultured and believed in Buddhism, so he had spent some time to study Buddhism. That was why he was able to tell the origin of the Great Wheel Wisdom King in one sentence.
Mahakakera was the Sanskrit translation of the Great Wheel Wisdom King. Jiu Mozhi did not expect that someone in Jiangnan would be able to recognize him at first glance. He raised his head and saw that it was just a young man. Puzzled, he brought Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu up. When Mu Wanqing saw Song Qingshu, a hint of joy appeared in her eyes. However, she quickly thought of something and her expression darkened. She followed up with a complicated expression.
"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beauty come from? If this beauty were to be my wife, the little emperor wouldn't even want to trade places with me. I, Wei Xiaobao, am shameless. No matter what, no matter what, I must take this girl as my wife! " As soon as Wang Yuyan came up the stairs, Wei Xiaobao felt as if his chest had been hit by an invisible hammer. In an instant, his mouth was dry and he was dumbfounded.
Duan Yu's male instincts made him immediately realize the covetous look in Wei Xiaobao's eyes. He could not help but subconsciously block in front of Wang Yuyan, blocking her burning gaze.
Noticing his actions, Mu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart. In a fit of pique, she sat down next to Song Qingshu.
"I didn't think that we would meet again so soon after we parted on Mount Hua." Song Qingshu turned his head to look at Mu Wanqing. The beauty's appearance had not changed, but there was a hint of exhaustion on her elegant face.
"Sister Wan, do you know this gentleman?" Duan Yu noticed that the relationship between the two seemed to be a little unusual. Even though Mu Wanqing was now his sister, he could not help but feel a little uncomfortable.
"He's my husband!" When Mu Wanqing said this, everyone was shocked.
As it turned out, her lover becoming her brother had already broken Mu Wanqing's heart. When she heard that Jiu Mozhi had captured Duan Yu and brought him to Gusu on Mount Hua, she had immediately rushed over to save him. She had not expected that her former lover would so quickly place all his attention on that Miss Wang.
The speed at which Duan Yu had fallen in love with someone else had made Mu Wanqing's heart cold. Now that she saw Song Qingshu, Mu Wanqing felt a hint of warmth in her heart. Of course, she had said this intentionally for Duan Yu to anger him.
It was only because he had been blocked just now that Wei Xiaobao had a chance.
Song Qingshu thought of something and looked downstairs. He saw two men and two women walking in. One was a monk in his fifties. He wore plain clothes and straw sandals, and there seemed to be a glow on his face. It was obvious that he was a great elite.
The other was a young man. He looked like the son of an aristocratic family. His face was as clear as jade, and he had a gentle and elegant air about him. He was looking at the side profile of a young woman in a light pink dress beside him.
The young woman's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she looked delicate and timid. It was Wang Yuyan, whom he had met once at Mantuo Villa.
Not far from them, a young woman in black held the hilt of her sword and followed them in at a moderate pace. It was Mu Wanqing from Mount Hua.
"Mahakakera, I swear on the precept of tranquility and perfection. Why is the Wisdom King angry with a little girl? Why don't you come and have a drink with me?" In his previous life, Song Qingshu had often met business partners who were cultured and believed in Buddhism. He had spent some time to study Buddhism, so he was able to tell the origin of the Great Wheel Wisdom King in one sentence.
Mahakakera was the Sanskrit translation of the Great Wheel Wisdom King. Jiu Mozhi did not expect that someone in Jiangnan would be able to recognize him. He raised his head and saw that it was just a young man. Puzzled, he walked up with Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu. When Mu Wanqing saw Song Qingshu, a hint of joy appeared in her eyes. Soon, she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression darkened. She followed them with a complicated expression.
"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beauty come from? If this beauty was given to me as my wife, the little Emperor wouldn't be willing to trade places with me. I, Wei Xiaobao, will live shamelessly. Up to heaven and down to earth, through a forest of spears and a rain of arrows, through a mountain of knives and a pot of oil, no matter what, I must take this Miss as my wife! " As soon as Wang Yuyan came up the stairs, Wei Xiaobao felt as if his chest had been hit by an invisible hammer. In an instant, his mouth was dry, and he was dumbfounded.
Duan Yu's male instincts made him immediately realize the covetous look in Wei Xiaobao's eyes. He could not help but subconsciously stand in front of Wang Yuyan, blocking her burning gaze.
Noticing his actions, Mu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart. In a fit of pique, she sat next to Song Qingshu.
"I didn't think that we would meet again so soon after we parted on Mount Hua." Song Qingshu turned to look at Mu Wanqing. The beauty's beauty had not changed, but there was a hint of exhaustion on her beautiful face.
"Sister Wan, do you know this gentleman?" Duan Yu noticed that the relationship between the two seemed to be a little unusual. Even though Mu Wanqing was now his sister, he could not help but feel a little uncomfortable.
"He's my husband!" When Mu Wanqing said this, everyone was shocked.
As it turned out, her lover becoming her brother had already broken Mu Wanqing's heart. When she heard that Jiu Mozhi had captured Duan Yu and brought him to Gusu on Mount Hua, she had immediately rushed over to save him. She had not expected that her former lover would so quickly place all his attention on that Miss Wang.
The speed at which Duan Yu had fallen in love with someone else had made Mu Wanqing's heart cold. Now that she saw Song Qingshu, Mu Wanqing felt a hint of warmth in her heart. Of course, she had said this intentionally for Duan Yu to anger him.
It was only because he had been blocked just now that Wei Xiaobao had a chance.
Song Qingshu thought of something and looked downstairs. He saw two men and two women walking in. One was a monk in his fifties. He wore plain clothes and straw sandals, and there seemed to be a glow on his face. It was obvious that he was a great elite.
The other was a young man. He looked like the son of an aristocratic family. His face was as clear as jade, and he had a gentle and elegant air about him. He was looking at the side profile of a young woman in a light pink dress beside him.
The young woman's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she looked delicate and timid. It was Wang Yuyan, whom he had met once at Mantuo Villa.
Not far from them, a young woman in black held the hilt of her sword and followed them in at a moderate pace. It was Mu Wanqing from Mount Hua.
"Mahakakera, I swear on the precept of tranquility and perfection. Why is the Wisdom King angry with a little girl? Why don't you come and have a drink with me?" In his previous life, Song Qingshu had often met business partners who were cultured and believed in Buddhism. He had spent some time to study Buddhism, so he was able to tell the origin of the Great Wheel Wisdom King in one sentence.
Mahakakera was the Sanskrit translation of the Great Wheel Wisdom King. Jiu Mozhi did not expect that someone in Jiangnan would be able to recognize him. He raised his head and saw that it was just a young man. Puzzled, he walked up with Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu. When Mu Wanqing saw Song Qingshu, a hint of joy appeared in her eyes. Soon, she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression darkened. She followed them with a complicated expression.
"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beauty come from? If this beauty was given to me as my wife, the little Emperor wouldn't be willing to trade places with me. I, Wei Xiaobao, will live shamelessly. Up to heaven and down to earth, through a forest of spears and a rain of arrows, through a mountain of knives and a pot of oil, no matter what, I must take this Miss as my wife! " As soon as Wang Yuyan came up the stairs, Wei Xiaobao felt as if his chest had been hit by an invisible hammer. In an instant, his mouth was dry, and he was dumbfounded.
Duan Yu's male instincts made him immediately realize the covetous look in Wei Xiaobao's eyes. He could not help but subconsciously stand in front of Wang Yuyan, blocking her burning gaze.
Noticing his actions, Mu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart. In a fit of pique, she sat next to Song Qingshu.
"I didn't think that we would meet again so soon after we parted on Mount Hua." Song Qingshu turned to look at Mu Wanqing. The beauty's beauty had not changed, but there was a hint of exhaustion on her beautiful face.
"Sister Wan, do you know this gentleman?" Duan Yu noticed that the relationship between the two seemed to be a little unusual. Even though Mu Wanqing was now his sister, he could not help but feel a little uncomfortable.
"He's my husband!" When Mu Wanqing said this, everyone was shocked.
As it turned out, her lover becoming her brother had already broken Mu Wanqing's heart. When she heard that Jiu Mozhi had captured Duan Yu and brought him to Gusu on Mount Hua, she had immediately rushed over to save him. She had not expected that her former lover would so quickly place all his attention on that Miss Wang.
The speed at which Duan Yu had fallen in love with someone else had made Mu Wanqing's heart cold. Now that she saw Song Qingshu, Mu Wanqing felt a hint of warmth in her heart. Of course, she had said this intentionally for Duan Yu to anger him.
It was only because he had been blocked just now that Wei Xiaobao had a chance.
Song Qingshu thought of something and looked downstairs. He saw two men and two women walking in. One was a monk in his fifties. He wore plain clothes and straw sandals, and there seemed to be a glow on his face. It was obvious that he was a great elite.
The other was a young man. He looked like the son of an aristocratic family. His face was as clear as jade, and he had a gentle and elegant air about him. He was looking at the side profile of a young woman in a light pink dress beside him.
The young woman's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she looked delicate and timid. It was Wang Yuyan, whom he had met once at Mantuo Villa.
Not far from them, a young woman in black held the hilt of her sword and followed them in at a moderate pace. It was Mu Wanqing from Mount Hua.
"Mahakakera, I swear on the precept of tranquility and perfection. Why is the Wisdom King angry with a little girl? Why don't you come and have a drink with me?" In his previous life, Song Qingshu had often met business partners who were cultured and believed in Buddhism. He had spent some time to study Buddhism, so he was able to tell the origin of the Great Wheel Wisdom King in one sentence.
Mahakakera was the Sanskrit translation of the Great Wheel Wisdom King. Jiu Mozhi did not expect that someone in Jiangnan would be able to recognize him. He raised his head and saw that it was just a young man. Puzzled, he walked up with Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu. When Mu Wanqing saw Song Qingshu, a hint of joy appeared in her eyes. Soon, she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression darkened. She followed them with a complicated expression.
"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beauty come from? If this beauty was given to me as my wife, the little Emperor wouldn't be willing to trade places with me. I, Wei Xiaobao, will live shamelessly. Up to heaven and down to earth, through a forest of spears and a rain of arrows, through a mountain of knives and a pot of oil, no matter what, I must take this Miss as my wife! " As soon as Wang Yuyan came up the stairs, Wei Xiaobao felt as if his chest had been hit by an invisible hammer. In an instant, his mouth was dry, and he was dumbfounded.
Duan Yu's male instincts made him immediately realize the covetous look in Wei Xiaobao's eyes. He could not help but subconsciously stand in front of Wang Yuyan, blocking her burning gaze.
Noticing his actions, Mu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart. In a fit of pique, she sat next to Song Qingshu.
"I didn't think that we would meet again so soon after we parted on Mount Hua." Song Qingshu turned to look at Mu Wanqing. The beauty's beauty had not changed, but there was a hint of exhaustion on her beautiful face.
"Sister Wan, do you know this gentleman?" Duan Yu noticed that the relationship between the two seemed to be a little unusual. Even though Mu Wanqing was now his sister, he could not help but feel a little uncomfortable.
"He's my husband!" When Mu Wanqing said this, everyone was shocked.
As it turned out, her lover becoming her brother had already broken Mu Wanqing's heart. When she heard that Jiu Mozhi had captured Duan Yu and brought him to Gusu on Mount Hua, she had immediately rushed over to save him. She had not expected that her former lover would so quickly place all his attention on that Miss Wang.
The speed at which Duan Yu had fallen in love with someone else had made Mu Wanqing's heart cold. Now that she saw Song Qingshu, Mu Wanqing felt a hint of warmth in her heart. Of course, she had said this intentionally for Duan Yu to anger him.
It was only because he had been blocked just now that Wei Xiaobao had a chance.
Song Qingshu thought of something and looked downstairs. He saw two men and two women walking in. One was a monk in his fifties. He wore plain clothes and straw sandals, and there seemed to be a glow on his face. It was obvious that he was a great elite.
The other was a young man. He looked like the son of an aristocratic family. His face was as clear as jade, and he had a gentle and elegant air about him. He was looking at the side profile of a young woman in a light pink dress beside him.
The young woman's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she looked delicate and timid. It was Wang Yuyan, whom he had met once at Mantuo Villa.
Not far from them, a young woman in black held the hilt of her sword and followed them in at a moderate pace. It was Mu Wanqing from Mount Hua.
"Mahakakera, I swear on the precept of tranquility and perfection. Why is the Wisdom King angry with a little girl? Why don't you come and have a drink with me?" In his previous life, Song Qingshu had often met business partners who were cultured and believed in Buddhism. He had spent some time to study Buddhism, so he was able to tell the origin of the Great Wheel Wisdom King in one sentence.
Mahakakera was the Sanskrit translation of the Great Wheel Wisdom King. Jiu Mozhi did not expect that someone in Jiangnan would be able to recognize him. He raised his head and saw that it was just a young man. Puzzled, he walked up with Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu. When Mu Wanqing saw Song Qingshu, a hint of joy appeared in her eyes. Soon, she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression darkened. She followed them with a complicated expression.
"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beauty come from? If this beauty was given to me as my wife, the little Emperor wouldn't be willing to trade places with me. I, Wei Xiaobao, will live shamelessly. Up to heaven and down to earth, through a forest of spears and a rain of arrows, through a mountain of knives and a pot of oil, no matter what, I must take this Miss as my wife! " As soon as Wang Yuyan came up the stairs, Wei Xiaobao felt as if his chest had been hit by an invisible hammer. In an instant, his mouth was dry, and he was dumbfounded.
Duan Yu's male instincts made him immediately realize the covetous look in Wei Xiaobao's eyes. He could not help but subconsciously stand in front of Wang Yuyan, blocking her burning gaze.
Noticing his actions, Mu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart. In a fit of pique, she sat next to Song Qingshu.
"I didn't think that we would meet again so soon after we parted on Mount Hua." Song Qingshu turned to look at Mu Wanqing. The beauty's beauty had not changed, but there was a hint of exhaustion on her beautiful face.
"Sister Wan, do you know this gentleman?" Duan Yu noticed that the relationship between the two seemed to be a little unusual. Even though Mu Wanqing was now his sister, he could not help but feel a little uncomfortable.
"He's my husband!" When Mu Wanqing said this, everyone was shocked.
It turned out that her lover becoming her brother had already broken Mu Wanqing's heart. On Mount Hua, when she heard that Duan Yu had been captured by Jiu Mozhi and was brought to Gusu, she had hurried over to save him. How could she have known that her former lover would so quickly place all his attention on that Miss Wang?
The speed at which Duan Yu had fallen in love with someone else had caused Mu Wanqing's heart to turn cold. Now that she saw Song Qingshu, Mu Wanqing felt a hint of warmth in her heart. Of course, she had said this intentionally for Duan Yu to hear, to anger him.
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