Although she knew that Song Qingshu was just spouting nonsense, which woman didn't like to hear others praise her beauty? Huang Rong was in a bad mood, but his teasing made her tremble. She blushed and said, "How can you be so ridiculous?"
Song Qingshu chuckled. "Who was the one who said that she would agree to any of my conditions? You won't even agree to such a simple condition? "
"You also said that you don't want anything in return. Besides … Besides," Huang Rong rolled her eyes shyly. "How could you say something like that?"
No matter how Song QingShu threatened and used her, Huang Rong refused to call him Older Brother Qingshu. In the end, she was pestered to the point that they had no choice but to take a step back and reach an agreement. Song QingShu could call her Younger Sister Rong 'er in private, but Huang Rong would never call him Older Brother Qingshu. r
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"Little Sister Rong 'er." Song Qingshu looked at the young woman in front of him and purposely dragged out the last syllable.
Huang Rong's pretty face was so red that it looked like water was about to seep out. She nodded slightly and made an almost inaudible sound. "Yes."
"Little Sister Rong 'er, this is your fault. Why didn't you agree when I called you?" Song Qingshu deliberately said with a straight face.
"I clearly agreed." Huang Rong knew that Song Qingshu was deliberately teasing her. She immediately became embarrassed and anxious.
"But I didn't hear you, Little Sister Rong 'er." Song Qingshu spread out his hands and said innocently.
Huang Rong's heart trembled. It must be known that only those closest to her would call her 'Rong' er '. For the last ten years she had not seen her father Huang Yaoshi or her Shifu Hong Qigong, so normally only her husband would call her that.
Now that she heard Song Qingshu call her "Little Sister Rong 'er", Huang Rong suddenly had a strange feeling. Her voice rose uncontrollably and she softly responded, "Ah …"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Huang Rong was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in. She had to comfort herself, "It's only to save Brother Jing that I had to mess around with him …"
Song Qingshu's bones were all softened by her crisp "Ah". He couldn't help but move closer to her with a drooling face. "My good sister, call me Brother Qingshu. Just this once."
Huang Rong's almond-shaped eyes widened. Just as she was about to refuse, Song Qingshu added, "If you shout, I'll be more spirited, and it'll be easier to save Hero Guo."
Huang Rong was so angry that she almost fainted. She knew that he was deliberately saying this, but when she thought of her husband, whose life and death were still unknown, her heart softened. After hesitating for a moment, she finally opened her red lips and humphed bashfully, "Qing Shu... Brother."
"Just take it as a good omen," Huang Rong said to herself.
"Ah, my good sister!" Hearing this mature and beautiful woman call him brother shyly, Song QingShu felt as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit. All of the 13600 pores on his body felt refreshed. "Just because you called me brother just now, I'll definitely do my best to save Hero Guo."
Huang Rong blushed and said hurriedly, "When the time comes, don't tell him about this. Brother Jing is a person who values etiquette. I'm afraid he won't be able to accept your …"
"Okay, this is a secret between the two of us," Song Qingshu said with a smile.
Huang Rong's heart trembled when she saw the look in his eyes. She quickly looked away and said, "I'll leave this place to you. I have to contact the brothers of the Beggar Sect to help us, in case they get caught by that dog Wanyan Liang."
"That's good too," Song Qingshu nodded. He had a lot of things to take care of, "Sister Rong 'er, be careful. Once you're done, we'll meet here and discuss how to save Hero Guo."
Hearing him call her 'Sister Rong' er 'so happily, Huang Rong couldn't help but roll her eyes at him before she left. Her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes revealed a coquettish anger. It almost stole Song Qingshu's soul.
After Huang Rong left, Song Qingshu knew that it was time to get down to business. Since he had promised Guo Jing, he couldn't just let Guo Jing die.
With Song Qingshu's current level of cultivation, he could use the cover of the night to move stealthily. Very few people in the world would be able to detect his movements. Returning to the courtyard, Song Qingshu hid in the shadows and watched everything unfold in front of him.
By this time, the battle had already ended. Guo Jing was lying on the ground. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries. He could only force his eyes open and glare angrily at Wanyan Liang who was not far away. The masters were scattered all around him, vaguely surrounding him.
Wanyan Liang was very satisfied with the angry look in Guo Jing's eyes. In an almost elegant tone, he said, "So this is the Hero of Xiangyang who gave the Mongolians ten years of headaches? It seems to me that you're only so-so. Hero Guo, do you think that I'm very shameless now?"
"Hmph!" Guo Jing snorted coldly and did not reply. In fact, he knew that on the battlefield, there was no limit to what could be done. Wanyan Liang's use of all his methods was reasonable.
Wanyan Liang did not care about Guo Jing's disdain. He said, "Hero Guo, don't worry. Once I capture your wife, you'll scold me."
"You!" Guo Jing's eyes widened in anger and he struggled to throw himself at Wanyan Liang. However, fighting against three masters of the same level as him had exhausted all of his energy. Now, even moving a finger was difficult.
"You don't have to be so angry," Wanyan Liang said with an evil smile, "In my opinion, such an outstanding beauty should be doted on by everyone. But after marrying you, she has to live in the wilderness and live in fear every day. It's like sticking a fresh flower in a pile of cow dung. I've always been a helpful person, so I reluctantly accepted your wife into my harem. From now on, she will wear luxurious clothes and eat good food. Of course, in return, she will serve me wholeheartedly every day."
Hearing Wanyan Liang's words, the surrounding people all had different expressions. Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren already had great enmity with Guo Jing and Huang Rong, and now they were rejoicing in Guo Jing's misfortune. Murong Bo was expressionless, as if none of this had anything to do with him. Yang Guo's expression was the most complicated. It was true that he wanted revenge, but he did not want to see Huang Rong suffer such a fate.
Seeing Guo Jing's angry eyes, Wanyan Liang felt a strange sense of pleasure. He liked to torture his enemies like this. He liked to humiliate his wife in front of his enemies while enjoying their angry but helpless expressions. This gave him a great sense of satisfaction and conquest.
When he thought about how Huang Rong had successfully escaped, Wanyan Liang's complacent mood suddenly turned sour. Although he had already arranged for his subordinates to set up an inescapable net in Kaifeng City, he knew that this was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack. It was better than nothing.
Turning his head to look at Guo Jing, Wanyan Liang's mood quickly improved. With her husband in his hands, there was no need to worry that the beauty wouldn't fall into his trap! Wan Yanliang felt his body heat up at the thought of the beautiful and charming young woman writhing under his body.
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In front of Guo Jing, Wanyan Liang proudly sang:
Looking forward to a stroke of luck and a shock
What a wonderful encounter
Over the top of the mountain and layers of white clouds
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