Song QingShu deliberately emphasized the three words "Song Siming" and said in his heart, "Old Song, please help me solve the problem. Anyway, even if you die, Tang Kuobian can't inherit Hai Zao and the others." "Reading?? w? ww? · 1? k? an? sh? u? · cc
Mrs. Tang had a strange expression on her face. How could she not know that there was something wrong with Song Qingshu's vow? But thinking of their relationship in the past, she hesitated and didn't expose him. She thought that this kind of vow was enough. How could it be so coincidental that one of them would die?
Moreover, Mrs. Tang and her sister-in-law didn't get along well. Wanyan Gebi had secretly reminded Mrs. Tang several times to be a woman. Mrs. Tang had been unhappy for a long time. So at this moment, she had another thought in her mind: Hmph, if something really happens to my brother and you're pressed under another man, let's see if you still have the face to laugh at me!
Tang Kuo Bian didn't know that his own sister had sold him out. When he heard Song Qingshu finally vow, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He stepped forward and put his arm around his shoulder, "Good brother, let's continue drinking."
"Ah?" Song Qingshu immediately frowned. This guy was a bit too good at drinking.
Mrs. Tang covered her mouth and laughed, "Young Master, my brother loves drinking the most in his life. But he can't drink because he has to guard the palace. He's been craving for it. It's rare for him to have a vacation. Of course he won't let go of such a good opportunity."
Song Qingshu had no choice but to bite the bullet and drink with him. In the end, he was so drunk that he couldn't even walk steadily. "Reading? w? ww? · 1? · cc
Mrs. Tang saw that the two of them were about to fall and quickly stopped the banquet. She ordered the maids to help Tang Kuo Bian back to his room, and she personally helped Song Qingshu back to his room.
Most of his weight was on Mrs. Tang. Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Madam … why is your body so soft?"
Madam Tang glanced at him charmingly. "It's not like you haven't touched my body before."
"I really didn't," Song Qingshu said honestly, thinking that it was Zhao Min who had sex with you that night, not me.
Mrs. Tang's face was full of resentment. "Young Master is so heartless. I've been thinking about you day and night, but Young Master can't even remember this."
Song Qingshu's body was already swaying from drinking too much wine. With Madam Tang's low frown and faint smile, most of his body became limp. After the smell of alcohol rose, his hands also began to become dishonest.
Soon, Madam Tang's cheeks turned red and her breathing became rapid. She pleaded in a low voice, "Young Master, don't do it here. There are too many people in the manor. If my husband hears about it, it won't be good."
Song Qingshu had no intention of letting go. Instead, he said unscrupulously Wuji, "So what if he knows? What can a mere Chongyi military governor do to me?" Song Qingshu didn't have any tender feelings for this noble lady. What he had was pure love. Therefore, as he spoke, Joyful Zhenqi slowly entered her body from his fingertips. Reading a book? W1? k? Anshu · cc
"En ~" Madam Tang's red lips opened slightly, and she let out a soft moan that even she was ashamed to hear. She felt a warm flow slowly flowing out from the depths of her body. Her cheeks became even hotter. She murmured, "Young Master, I'll come to you secretly later."
"What are you afraid of?" Song QingShu snorted. Amidst Mrs. Tang's exclamation, he carried her in his arms and walked to his room.
Along the way, she saw the shocked and inexplicable gazes of the servants. Madam Tang was about to die of embarrassment. However, being held in Song Qingshu's arms and surrounded by his masculine aura made her heart throb inexplicably.
"If I die, then I die!" Madam Tang bit her lip lightly and buried her head in Song Qingshu's arms, allowing him to openly carry her back to the bedroom.
"Young Master, you're so bad. You're obviously not drunk, but you just had to let me hold you." Madam Tang suddenly sobered up and couldn't help but pout coquettishly.
Song Qingshu took a deep breath of Madam Tang's body and said with a smile, "I was drunk, but with such a stunning beauty as Madam accompanying me, if I didn't wake up, wouldn't it be too unromantic?"
Madam Tang laughed happily, "Young Master's mouth is so sweet."
"Madam, do you want to try it?" Song Qingshu sat down against the side of the bed and took advantage of the situation to put her on his lap. Feeling her plump and firm buttocks, he couldn't help but secretly praise.
Madam Tang put her hands on his neck and looked into Song Qingshu's deep eyes. Her eyes began to become blurred. She subconsciously bit her lip and whispered, "Yes ~"
Her pearly white teeth and bright red lips were intertwined, creating a strange sense of beauty. Song QingShu lifted her smooth chin and said with a smile that was not a smile, "I've drunk too much wine and my body is hot. I'll have to trouble Madam to help me take off my clothes."
Madam Tang nodded and snorted as she undressed him, "I'm not even this gentle to my husband."
Song Qingshu said with a smile, "That's because your husband doesn't have the ability to subdue a peerless beauty like you."
"Young Master, don't make fun of me." Her fingers touched Song Qingshu's strong chest, and Madam Tang's slender snow-white neck was unconsciously dyed with a layer of red. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Young Master looks so gentle, but I didn't expect his muscles to be so hard."
"Why, Madam, you don't like it?" Song Qingshu looked at her playfully.
"No, I like strong men." Madam Tang snorted, and her red lips moved closer.
Song Qingshu's hands had unknowingly reached into her loose robe, and the feeling of not being able to control it made him sigh, "Madam, I guess your husband should be very thin."
Madam Tang looked at him in confusion, "Young Master, why do you think so?"
Song Qingshu said with an evil smile, "With such a beautiful wife with a superb figure, my husband must be infatuated with her, and he must be tired and thin."
"I hate you, Young Master, you only know how to make fun of me." Madam Tang pouted and couldn't help but punch him.
Seeing Mrs. Tang suddenly reveal her girly side, Song QingShu could no longer hold himself back. He tore off her belt, revealing a pair of snow-white long legs, and pressed his entire body heavily on top of her.
"Hmm ~" Madam Tang let out a satisfied grunt. The heavy pressure of the man made her body tremble inexplicably.
Song Qingshu took advantage of the fact that he was sober, and he didn't have any pity for this noble woman, so from the beginning to the end, he was the most primitive and barbaric collision, wantonly releasing the heat in his body.
Madam Tang couldn't help but frown and secretly sigh in her heart. No matter how gentle a man looked, he was a beast when he took off his clothes!
However, her trace of displeasure was quickly replaced by a tidal wave of trembling. Her slender and delicate neck was like a swan, raised high, and finally turned into a burst of soul-stirring cries.
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