The next morning, when Song Qingshu got up, he touched the quilt beside him. The beauty was gone, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost.
Thinking of last night's pleasure, Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile. He hadn't felt so refreshed in a long time. Mrs. Tang was not only delicate, but also plump and juicy. She was indeed a woman among women. She was the best weapon in combat. He didn't know what her husband was thinking. He was not there twice, leaving such a charming wife at home alone in the bed. As the saying goes, capable people do more work, so he had to work harder to irrigate the family's fertile land for him.
"Song QingShu, Song QingShu, pay attention to your moral integrity …" Song QingShu muttered to himself. When he thought about how he had used a rich lady as a toilet bowl last night, he felt a little embarrassed.
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The door was suddenly pushed open, and a graceful figure came in with a basin of water. Seeing Song Qingshu sitting on the bed and looking at her, she, who had been a wife for many years, had the shyness of a young girl. "Young Master, I'm here to help you get up."
Mrs. Tang was wearing a close-fitting silk dress today, which vividly outlined her plump and graceful body. There was a faint blush on her charming face. Even Song Qingshu, who was used to seeing beautiful women, had to admit that the woman in front of him was really of the highest quality!
When she walked to the side of the bed and bent down to put the basin of water down, her snow-white chest was faintly dotted with many bright red love bites. Song QingShu's heart warmed when he saw this. These were all his illustrious battle achievements.
Noticing Song Qingshu's eyes, Mrs. Tang looked down and couldn't help but say, "Young Master treated me like that last night. How can I face people today?"
Song Qingshu suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You went out early in the morning, changed your clothes, and came back with water. I don't know how many people you've seen, but you don't seem embarrassed at all.
Mrs. Tang wrung the towel and said to Song Qingshu with a smile, "Young Master, it's time to get up."
Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Madam, the way you wake me up is not right."
"Ah, how else?" Mrs. Tang looked at him with a puzzled face.
Song Qingshu waved his hand, motioned for her to bend down, and whispered in her ear, "Like this …"
Mrs. Tang's face suddenly turned red. She glared at him and said, "I didn't expect Young Master to be such a person."
"We Han people have a saying, 'a guest feels at home'. Since I have come to Madam's place as a guest, of course Madam has to satisfy my request to the best of her ability." Song QingShu's skin had long been trained to be thicker than the city walls, so he replied confidently.
"I'm really scared of you. You're simply a devil incarnate." Mrs. Tang tucked her hair behind her ears and bent down to get into Song QingShu's bed.
"Hiss …" Soon, Song Qingshu's face showed an expression of extreme enjoyment. His fingers gently rubbed Mrs. Tang's plump buttocks, and he said leisurely, "Yes, this is the right posture to wake a man up."
After some time, Mrs. Tang suddenly coughed violently and quickly got out of the bed. She looked at Song Qingshu bitterly and said, "Oh, * # ¥!"
Song Qingshu smiled and reached out his finger to hook her chin. He gently touched it. Mrs. Tang's throat slid down, and the sound of swallowing suddenly sounded in the room.
"Madam, I can't refuse your kindness. Song Mou will get up now." Song Qingshu nodded with satisfaction.
Mrs. Tang hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of her mouth. She couldn't help but glare at him. However, looking at the handsome and resolute man in front of her, she found that she was not angry at all. "Take your time. I've been here for a while. I have to go see my brother's situation first."
Then, without waiting for Song Qingshu to answer, Mrs. Tang walked out. However, her hurried steps showed that she was extremely flustered. Obviously, she was afraid that if she continued to stay here, Song Qingshu would have some absurd request.
Looking at Mrs. Tang's swaying figure, Song QingShu was amazed. "She's so feminine!"
After washing up, Song Qingshu walked into the courtyard and found that Mrs. Tang had returned gloomily. He couldn't help but smile. "It seems that Madam still cares about me. Why hasn't your brother gotten up yet?"
Mrs. Tang pursed her red lips. "I went to wake him up, but he kicked me out. He even told me not to disturb him today. He wants to have a good sleep. Humph, he still boasted that he won't get drunk. Last night, you both drank so much. In the end, you were like a tiger torturing him all night. In the morning, you were still refreshed, but he was drunk like a dead man. Humph, when he sobers up, I'll make fun of him. Let's see if he will still boast about his alcohol tolerance in front of me. "
"Brother Ling's alcohol tolerance is indeed astonishing. If I hadn't sweated all over Madam's body last night and dissipated the alcohol, I'm afraid I wouldn't be much different from Brother Ling this morning," Song QingShu said as his gaze moved back and forth over her body.
"Young master, you're so bad." Mrs. Tang couldn't help but punch him.
After playing around for a while, Mrs. Tang tidied up her messy hair and slightly wrinkled dress. With a red face, she said, "Young master, it's rare for you to come to Kaifeng City. Let me do my duty as a host and accompany you on a tour of this ancient city."
Song Qingshu was looking for an opportunity to ask her about Song Yuanqiao and the others. When he heard this, he said, "I couldn't ask for more."
The two of them walked together, and it could be seen that Mrs. Tang was in high spirits. She was like a little girl, bumping into things here and there. Her beauty naturally caused a lot of commotion, but when people saw the warriors following behind her, no one would be so stupid as to cause trouble.
Song Qingshu saw everything and secretly rejoiced. Before they left, Mrs. Tang didn't want to bring any guards with her. She thought that he would be enough to protect her, but the guards didn't know Song Qingshu's background and didn't dare to let the mistress go out like this. When the two sides were in a deadlock, it was Song Qingshu who made the decision to let the guards follow her. After all, although he could protect Mrs. Tang, Mrs. Tang's beauty attracted bees and butterflies. It was inevitable that she would run into some small thieves along the way. If he had to deal with all of them himself, it would be too troublesome. At least bringing these guards could prevent trouble before it happened.
"By the way, your brother has the heavy responsibility of guarding the palace. Why did he come to Kaifeng City?" Song Qingshu pretended to ask casually. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Tang Kuobian's appearance here at this time had something to do with the disappearance of the WuTang heroes.
"I'm not too sure about that. I think I heard him mention that although this trip is nominally a vacation, he has something important to do in secret." Mrs. Tang picked up a stick of candied hawthorn from a roadside vendor's stall. Obviously, she was more focused on whether it tasted good or not. She didn't realize that Song Qingshu was trying to get information out of her.
Song Qingshu didn't ask again to avoid arousing her suspicion. He just thought about what she had just said thoughtfully.
"Rong 'er, what are you looking at?" In an inn not far away, a man wearing a bamboo hat came to the window and looked curiously at his beautiful wife.
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