Chapter 125

"You When Zhou Zhiruo saw that the other side's silk didn't pay attention to her request, she clenched her silver teeth, closed her eyes, lost her sight and upset her heart. She tried her best to mobilize her whole body's Qi and hit the acupoints again and again.

I don't know how long after that, Zhou Zhiruo seems to feel something. She opens her star eyes and finds that song Qingshu is looking at herself, full of appreciation and contradiction.

"Is your wound healed?" Zhou Zhiruo did not know that the way Song Qingshu used to point the acupoints was to imitate Ouyang Feng's adverse effects. She used the method of removing the points of the nine Yin manual to impact the acupuncture points. The acupuncture point not only showed no signs of loosening, but felt rather numb.

"It's not so fast, but it's enough. It's a long night, warm and fragrant. If you meditate until dawn, it's a little too violent."

Song Qingshu's eyes are wandering around Zhou Zhiruo's body. His long blue skirt is wrapped with a pair of Miaoman's posture. His ivory white skin looms at the neckline, and his moist lips exude charming luster. Looking at it, song Qingshu feels that his throat is a little dry.

This kind of eyes Zhou Zhiruo seems to have known each other before, and a trace of panic appears between her eyebrows: "what do you want to do?"

"Why ask when you know?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moisture of Luo Bing's mature body. When he was about to enjoy it, he had to stop because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

But fortunately, there is a better compensation at this time. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's cold and quiet eyes, song Qingshu bent down in her ear and said, "of course it's you!"

"You! Well... Well... "Zhou Zhiruo was about to denounce, but found that her lips had been blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.

"Well... At least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there is no escape, Zhou Zhiruo puts forward the only possible request of the other party when she finally gets a breath.

Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembers that song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before. She could not endure a kind of humiliation, but also the breath of another woman into her body.

"No problem!"

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The next morning, song Qingshu lay on his side in bed, looking at his wife in name with a complicated look.

The sunlight coming in from the window sprinkles on her white skin. Her black hair is scattered disorderly. The soft side face lines seem to be drawn by a stroke. In the hazy morning light, it exudes a kind of quiet breath.

How song Qingshu hoped that she would always sleep like this, because he knew that once the other party woke up, they would return to the state of life and death.

His left hand hesitated several times around the other's delicate neck. Song Qingshu sighed and finally was reluctant to start.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song?" Outside the door came the cautious knock of a guard.

Song Qingshu subconsciously took a look at Zhou Zhiruo. Seeing that she didn't wake up, she got out of bed and went out.

"What's the matter?" Song Qingshu closed the door as soon as he went out.

"The emperor is in the early Dynasty, summoning Mr. Song to wait in the imperial study first." The guard replied respectfully.

"Well, I'll go right away. You go down first." Song Qingshu thinks that he doesn't know what happened to Kangxi this time.

"Chirp!" The guard stooped out of the courtyard.

Song Qingshu put on his clothes and looked back at the quiet woman on the bed. His lips moved and he was ready to speak several times. Finally, he stopped for a while and chose to leave in silence.

Hearing song Qingshu's footsteps disappear, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes on the bed suddenly opened and sat up.

Inadvertently, I saw the reflection in the bronze mirror on one side of the table. I saw the person in the mirror's face was delicate and beautiful, and there was a strong spring feeling between the eyebrows. In Zhou Zhiruo's heart, she was annoyed. As soon as she brushed her hands, the bronze mirror fell to the ground and banged.

Looking at the clothes scattered all over the ground, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but feel sad, holding her knees and burying her head, sobbing silently.

Song Qingshu didn't wait long in the imperial study. Kangxi followed Trinket in.

"I have seen the emperor!" Although reluctant, some of the postures song Qingshu should show.

"No need to be polite." Kangxi waved his hand and his warm smile showed that he was in a good mood.

"I don't know if the emperor summoned the slave and master song at the same time. Is there any task for us to do?" Trinket said with a smile.

"If you had spent your time studying, you would not be just a Viscount now." Kangxi looks at him funny.

"The slave is dedicated to the emperor's work, and the emperor's reward is never rare. What's the relationship between the viscount and the count?" Trinket said solemnly and deliberately.

"You flatterer, look at people who are young and mature. They are not like you." Although Kangxi said so, he was quite happy in his heart.

"Mr. Wei has a lively mind. In the blink of an eye, he finished what I wanted to say. I was short of words, so I didn't say anything." Song Qingshu doesn't want to offend Trinket for nothing.

Sure enough, trinket looked at him in surprise and thought to himself, "my dear, I didn't expect that elder brother song doesn't show up in ordinary days. He has such a deep skill in flattering. Although he is not as good as Xiaobao, I can't flatter him, but it's rare."

"Well, I didn't ask you to flatter each other," Kangxi said without a word. "Last time Prince Bao sent people from the red flower club to assassinate the palace. I had to let the assassins go because of the overall situation, but I can't be beaten in vain all the time..."

Trinket came forward and said, "Prince Bao harbors evil intentions. I don't know how the emperor plans to deal with him."

"Now is not the time to start," Kangxi shook his head. "If I want to deal with Hongli, Wu Sangui of Shanhaiguan is deeply saddened by the death of the hare, and will not stand by. King Pingxi and Prince Bao both have hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers. If they form an alliance, it will be very bad for me. "

"Does the emperor mean to destroy the alliance?" Song Qingshu asked.

"Yes," Kangxi nodded, "Wu Sangui and Hongli are not necessarily of one mind, and their relationship is fragile. I intend to draw Wu Sangui together and divide them. "

"Wu Sangui supports his troops with self-respect, and now he is the king. I'm afraid it's not so easy to win over." Song Qingshu thought about it and analyzed it.

"It's hard to win over the princess by normal means, but what if I marry her to the prince of Pingxi?" Kangxi showed a confident smile.

"Is it Jianning?" Song Qingshu thinks that although the story of Lu Ding Ji has changed a lot in this troubled times, history seems to be correcting mistakes intentionally or unintentionally, constantly letting the story follow the original work.