"Dare?" Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows and stared at her with a faint smile. "Rong 'er, are you sure you want to choose dare?"
"Yes." Huang Rong took a deep breath, but her heart was extremely calm. She thought to herself, I'm not a fool. If your request is too much, I won't play anymore.
"Rong 'er, in case you don't know the rules of the game, let me confirm with you again. No matter what request the other party makes, you must do as he says. Do you still want to choose dare?"
Song QingShu's expression was rather playful, causing Huang Rong to panic in her heart. She couldn't help but slightly regret this choice. However, she was also an extremely stubborn person in her bones. She thought in her heart, since I have a way out, why should I admit defeat in front of him?
"I've thought it through. Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Huang Rong raised her chin, and her smooth and delicate neck was dazzling under the light.
Song Qingshu smiled strangely and sat down on the stool. He waved at her and said, "Come, come here."
Seeing his legs spread apart and his face strange, it was difficult for Huang Rong not to have some strange thoughts. Her face turned slightly cold. "What do you want me to do?"
"This stool is too hard, and I don't want to knock Rong 'er, so I invited Rong' er to sit on my lap. I guarantee that it will be much softer and more comfortable than a hard stool." Song Qingshu smiled.
Huang Rong was stunned. "This is the dare you want me to do?"
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly. "Why, is it difficult? Why don't I change it? "
"No … It's not difficult." Huang Rong's face turned slightly red. She had imagined countless possibilities in her mind. She had always thought that the other party would make some excessive request, but she didn't expect him to make such a request in the end.
Although sitting on his lap was a little inappropriate, it was much better than what she had expected. Huang Rong naturally did not dare to ask Song Qingshu to change his request. Who knew what kind of embarrassing things would happen then.
Afraid that Song QingShu would suddenly change his request, Huang Rong lifted the hem of her dress and walked over. However, she had only taken two steps when she suddenly realized that her behavior was too unreserved. It was as if she desperately wanted to sit in his arms.
Seeing Huang Rong stop in her tracks and her expression change, Song Qingshu smiled faintly and stretched out his hand to grab at the air. Huang Rong felt a soft force coming from him, causing her to lose her balance. When she came to her senses, she found herself sitting on Song Qingshu's lap.
Due to her long years of etiquette education, she subconsciously wanted to stand up, but Song Qingshu's hand was soft but firm around her waist, so she couldn't move at all.
Huang Rong sighed. In any case, she had agreed to dare. The only thing that made her happy was that other than holding her waist, Song Qingshu's hand didn't do anything excessive.
"Rong 'er, your body is so soft." Separated by two layers of clothes, Song Qingshu could keenly feel the amazing softness and elasticity of her legs.
Huang Rong's face heated up. She used the hair beside her ear to hide the unnatural expression on her face. "I have already done as you asked. Is it my turn to ask you?"
"Ask." Song Qingshu showed an expression of extreme enjoyment. Of course, with a warm and fragrant body in his arms, it would be strange if he didn't enjoy it.
"What is your Golden Snake Battalion's final plan?" Huang Rong was really curious. Since the last defeat of the Qing army and the armistice with the Manchurian Qing, the Golden Snake Battalion had gradually gained a foothold and became a force that couldn't be ignored in the world. But in the eyes of most people, it was nothing more than that.
Limited by their own strength, the Golden Snake Battalion was at most a warlord of a region. In the end, there were only two paths. One was to be destroyed by the surrounding powerful countries, and the other was to rely on a certain country and eventually be annexed. The reason why Huang Rong asked this question was to see if she could guide the Golden Snake Battalion to rely on the Southern Song Dynasty.
If they could successfully subdue such a powerful warlord, the status of the husband and wife in the imperial court would be incomparable to what it was now. Huang Rong could take the opportunity to plan for her husband to officially enter the center of the imperial court. Only by influencing the decisions of the imperial court could she barely see a glimmer of hope in the future. But now, as a person of Jianghu, helping to defend the city, it would be difficult for them to escape the fate of destruction.
Of course, Huang Rong didn't just want to make use of Song Qingshu. She planned to push him into the imperial court. Compared to the honest and honest Brother Jing, Song Qingshu was more suitable for her plan. When the time came, the two of them would support each other, and maybe they could really fight for a chance of survival.
He didn't expect Huang Rong to ask such a formal question. Song Qingshu pondered for a while before spitting out eight words, "Expel the Tartars and restore China!"
Hearing his answer, Huang Rong's delicate body couldn't help but tremble. As intelligent as she was, she naturally knew the hidden weight behind these eight words. Even though she had always thought that Song Qingshu wasn't the kind of Heaven's Chosen One who was willing to be under others, she never thought that his ambition would be so great.
Like a tiger that could swallow ten thousand li!
These words subconsciously appeared in Huang Rong's mind. She couldn't help but secretly smile bitterly. She had always thought that he was only fighting for supremacy in Jianghu. Who would have thought that his ambition was actually to conquer the world.
"It would be great if Brother Jing was like him."
Huang Rong's expression turned gloomy. All these years of helping the Southern Song defend Xiangyang, it could be said that she had been working for others. If that was all, it wouldn't have been so bad. After all, she and her husband didn't have too much ambition. But the darkness in the officialdom had really chilled her heart.
It was one thing for the local officials to impede each other in order to compete for merits, which led to the loss of good opportunities. But the big shots in the court often played dirty tricks, either by delaying the payment of the army's pay or deliberately delaying the food and fodder … All kinds of dirty tricks led to the failure of the war, just to have one more reason to attack the political enemies!
Countless times Huang Rong had wanted to leave, but her husband had made up his mind to stay in Xiangyang. She could only follow her husband's lead. Countless nights, she would think that it would be great if she could control the imperial court. Although she wouldn't dare to say that she would be able to recover the Central Plains, she would be able to prevent the nomadic regime in the north from taking a step further.
But this thought only flashed in her mind for a moment. Huang Rong knew how childish and laughable this thought was. Not to mention that she was a woman, even if she was an extremely talented man, how could she control the imperial court?
The imperial court had always been the result of several factions balancing and compromising each other. Even the Emperor couldn't do whatever he wanted, let alone her.
But Song Qingshu's ambition made her see another possibility. Since she couldn't do it, why not break all the rules and build a new regime from scratch?
Without the cumbersome officialdom, without the various conspirators holding her back, she would probably be able to fully display what she had learned.
But Huang Rong quickly dispelled this tempting idea. As the daughter of the Eastern Heretic, she had never been a person who stuck to the rules. Rebellion wouldn't scare her. But it was a pity that her husband was Guo Jing, not Song Qingshu.
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