The reason why Song Qingshu knew the way out was because in 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre', Zhao Min had trapped Zhang Wuji in a similar prison cell. In the end, Zhang Wuji had tickled her feet to force her to release him. Song Qingshu saw that the place he was in now was similar to the prison cell they had been in at that time, so he copied it. He didn't expect that he would actually find the way out, but how could he explain this reason? He could only pretend that he didn't know anything.
Wanyan Zhongjie was worried that there was an ambush outside, so he crept out anxiously. However, he discovered that there was no one around. After looking around, he realized that they were in the back garden of a wealthy family. He excitedly ran to the door and called out to Song Qingshu, "Come out quickly, there's no one here. Take her with you."
"Take her with you?" Song Qingshu was surprised.
"Of course, take her as a hostage just in case," Wanyan Zhongjie said.
"Oh, okay then." Song Qingshu was worried that the longer he stayed with Zhao Min, the more likely it was that she would see through his identity. However, she had seen that he and Wanyan Zhongjie both knew martial arts, so he couldn't just let her stay here.
"Don't touch me!" Seeing that Song Qingshu was approaching, Zhao Min's face turned cold.
Song Qingshu ignored her and carried her in his arms, "So what if I touch you?"
"I will kill you." Being hugged by a stranger, Zhao Min was both embarrassed and angry.
"It's a pity that your martial arts are too weak, so you can't kill me," Song Qingshu said with a smile.
"I will find someone to kill you," Zhao Min said angrily.
"Find who? The Song Qingshu that you just mentioned? "Song Qingshu deliberately asked.
Zhao Min directly turned her head to the side and ignored him.
When Wanyan Zhongjie saw him carrying Zhao Min out, a strange look appeared in his eyes. "I'll let you have it for now. Let's go." Then he used his lightness kung fu, and under the cover of the night, with a few leaps he flew over the courtyard wall. Song Qingshu carried Zhao Min and followed closely behind.
"Oh, this is Prince Xu's side courtyard." Wanyan Zhongjie revealed a strange expression when he saw the surrounding terrain.
"How did you know?" Song Qingshu looked around. This should be near the back door. There were no signs or signboards.
"My house is nearby. I've lived here for more than ten years. Do you know?" After saying that, Yan Zhongjie rolled his eyes. At that moment, heavy footsteps could be heard from afar. She hurriedly said, "There are many high-ranking officials and nobles' mansions nearby, so the security is very tight. There are often soldiers patrolling. It's not convenient for you to carry such a big person around. Let's hide in my house first."
Song Qingshu didn't want to cause trouble, so he nodded and said, "Okay!"
Wanyan Zhongjie led the way, and Song Qingshu followed closely behind with Zhao Min in his arms. They turned left and right, and soon entered a house through the back door. They entered an elegant attic.
"This is your boudoir?" Song Qingshu asked, noticing the decorations inside. The layout was very girlish.
Wanyan Zhongjie's face immediately turned red. "You have a captive with you, and you can't let anyone know. Where else can I put you two apart from here?" he said.
In this era, a girl's bedroom could be an extremely private place. Other than family members, only a few female friends could enter. Even fathers rarely stepped in, let alone other men. The only man of the same age who could enter was probably her future husband. Although the Jin Kingdom was a grassland regime, it had become very Han in recent years. In this aspect, etiquette was not much different from that of the Southern Song Dynasty.
"I see." Song Qingshu had just nodded when he heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs. He couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this your boudoir? Why is there someone here so late at night?"
"It should be my mother." Wanyan Zhongjie frowned, and his expression turned ugly.
"Is it Pucha Alihu?" Song Qingshu had heard news about her several times. She used to be the eldest sister of the Pucha family, and the younger sister of the two brothers, Hudi and Hute. She was also the first beauty of the Jin Kingdom before Song Bi.
Although Song Qingshu was curious about this former first beauty of the Jin Kingdom, she was more curious about Wanyan Zhongjie's reaction. Why was he so cold when mentioning her mother? There seemed to be a trace of … disgust?
"You hide for a while." Wanyan Zhongjie pouted at her, indicating for her to find a place to hide. Song Qingshu looked around and subconsciously wanted to hide on the bed. After all, if he pulled down the curtain, he wouldn't be able to see what was going on inside. However, Wanyan Zhongjie hurriedly waved his hand. Song Qingshu thought about it and agreed. It was indeed inappropriate for a man to hide in a girl's bed. Hearing the footsteps getting closer, he hurriedly picked up Zhao Min and jumped up, hiding on a beam in the room. In order to prevent Zhao Min from making a sound, he sealed her mute acupoint, causing her to roll her eyes.
As soon as the two of them hid, a beautiful woman pushed open the door and entered. She had watery eyes, rosy lips, perky breasts, and a voluptuous body. Any man who saw her would think of a bed. Even though Song Qingshu was used to seeing beautiful women, he had to admit that this mature woman was extremely attractive. She was indeed worthy of being the first beauty of the Jin Kingdom.
However, that was all. Song Qingshu had enough women by his side. He was no longer the young man who would act on impulse whenever he saw a woman. The current him was only interested in two types of women. One was women that he truly liked, and the other was women that could help him in his career.
Song Qingshu suddenly frowned. He could smell the strong smell of alcohol from afar. Why did this woman drink so much?
"Mother, you're drunk again." From Wanyan Zhongjie's words, it seemed that she was often in this state.
"At your age, what … what do you know? Ah … alcohol … alcohol is the best thing in the world. As the saying goes … as the saying goes, once drunk … a thousand grievances are resolved." The mature woman spoke intermittently as she walked towards the bed. Seeing this, Song Qingshu secretly wiped away the sweat on his forehead. He blamed Wanyan Zhongjie for telling him not to hide on the bed. It turned out that he knew that his mother would lie on the bed when she was drunk.
"Resolve a thousand grievances, resolve a thousand grievances. You're just trying to escape." Wanyan Zhongjie looked at his mother angrily.
"Hehe." The mature woman laughed and tried to change the topic. "My good daughter, where did you go? I didn't see you for the whole night. I was worried that you'd been deceived by some stinky man. Wu wu …"
Song Qingshu frowned. This woman had started crying. It seemed that she had been suppressed by too many things. Who knew how many things had happened to this mother and daughter pair over the years?
On the other hand, Wanyan Zhongjie's expression was stiff. His voice was full of sarcasm. "On one hand, you're worried that something might happen to me. On the other hand, you're dead drunk. You really are a good mother."
The mature woman laughed awkwardly. "Because I know that my good daughter is the most … the smartest. You're the only one who can take … take advantage of others. No one can take advantage of you. So … so I had the maidservant keep an eye on you. When … when I saw that the light in your room was lit, I … I immediately came to see you."
"Since you've seen me, you can go back and rest," Wanyan Zhongjie coldly replied.
"Mother is dizzy. Today, I'll sleep … sleep here …" Before she could finish speaking, the sound of her snoring could be heard from the bed.
"You!" Wanyan Zhongjie was both angry and anxious. He stood there stupefied.
Seeing that Pucha Alihu had fallen asleep, Song Qingshu jumped out of bed. "Your mother … your mother is really special." If his own mother was like this, he definitely wouldn't want outsiders to see her. He had unintentionally exposed the awkwardness between mother and daughter and felt a bit embarrassed.
"Do you think she's beautiful?" Wanyan Zhongjie suddenly asked.
"Ah?" Song Qingshu hadn't expected this question. He glanced at the mature woman on the bed. Even though she was dead drunk, she was still sleeping like a begonia. He subconsciously replied, "She's quite beautiful."
Wanyan Zhongjie nodded. He suddenly reached out and pressed on Zhao Min's sleeping acupuncture point. Song Qingshu was astonished. "What are you doing?"
Wanyan Zhongjie ignored him. He walked over to the bed and sat down. He reached out and caressed his mother's face, tidying up her messy hair. His fingers gradually moved downwards, slowly unbuttoning her collar, revealing her fair skin. Only then did he turn his head to look at Song Qingshu. "Do you want to do her?"
"What?" Song Qingshu was completely dumbfounded. He had never expected that the other party would throw out such an earth-shattering question. Think about it. In the middle of the night, he was invited to his mother's room by a beautiful girl he had only met a few times. Then, she tore open his mother's clothes and asked him if he wanted to do her? What kind of melodramatic and f * cking development was this!
"Are you crazy?" This was the only sentence that could express Song Qingshu's current feelings.
"I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about." Wanyan Zhongjie suddenly laughed hysterically. He pointed at the woman on the bed. "She's dead drunk right now. She won't remember what you did. Even if she remembers, it doesn't matter. She's a whore who can be a husband to anyone."
"How can you talk about your own mother like that?" Song Qingshu frowned.
"Because she's not fit to be my mother!" Wanyan Zhongjie's voice was as cold as ice. "I don't need a woman who can be a husband to anyone to be my mother."
A husband to anyone? Song Qingshu was deep in thought. There were many rumors about Pucha Alihu in the capital, but most of them had no evidence. But if his daughter was like this, could those rumors be true?
While he was deep in thought, Wanyan Zhongjie suddenly stood up. "Let's go. Accompany me to kill Wanyan Liang."
"Big sister, your thoughts are jumping too far. Just now, your mother …" Seeing the hatred in Wanyan Zhongjie's eyes, Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. He asked tentatively, "Did your mother become like this because of Wanyan Liang?"
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