Chapter 189
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"Whether the king of Ming wants to practice Huanxi Zen or not, he can also exchange his experience on the way of proof." Song Qingshu joked.
As soon as his face changed, jiumozhi said with a smile: "since ancient times, people who practice joyful Zen are not people with great wisdom. I'm not good enough. I'd better not try it."
"The king of Ming didn't come here to see us joke, did he?" Qu Feiyan and Zhong Ling are so tender skinned that they are embarrassed to fall into song Qingshu's arms in front of outsiders, so they both break free and stand nearby, which makes song Qingshu disconsolate.
"Mr. Song is joking. I'm here to congratulate him on his recovery from internal injuries and his excellent skills. On the other hand, in the name of our country's leader, I'm here to send the letter of alliance of Tubo and Qing Dynasty to your emperor." Jiumozhi took out an exquisite pamphlet from his arms and handed it to songqingshu.
"Oh?" Song Qingshu took it over and did not rush to put it in his arms. Instead, he asked, "how is the war between your country and Mongolia?"
"Since you entered Tibet, you must have seen the precipitous road along the way. As long as our country defends with one mind, no matter how powerful the Mongolian army is, you can't take advantage of it. My lord just went to inspect the front line recently, so we can't hold a banquet for you. I hope you'll forgive me." There was a trace of apology on his face.
"The king of the Ming Dynasty is worried too much, and song has a clear sense of priorities." thinking of other sects of esoteric sect, song Qingshu's face flashed a trace of worry. "Ji sun's worry is not in the Xiaoqiang for a moment. He's afraid that nalandao temple, King Kong sect, Zhenyan sect and other disciples will cooperate with Mongolia and lead wolves into the house."
"What you said is true, and that is what we are worried about." Hatoyama nodded solemnly.
"Ha ha, let the national master worry about these things, and song won't take over the responsibilities," Song Qingshu handed the national book to Qu Feiyan, motioning her to put it away. "The national master can rest assured that song will send the national book to the emperor."
Thank you, Mr. Song Jiumozhi nodded his head.
"I'm almost recovered from my injury. I plan to leave for home tomorrow. I won't say goodbye to my national teacher at that time." Song Qingshu replied.
"I understand. In this case, I won't disturb you to have a rest. I'll leave first." Jiumozhi showed a strange smile and went away.
"That smelly monk looked at us strangely when he left." Zhong Ling murmured.
"If you want me to see him, he's not an eminent monk. He's just a flower monk, full of dirty thoughts." Qu Feiyan was also looked a little unnatural by him and hummed coldly.
"The monk is also a man," Song Qingshu said, holding the two girls' little hands in his hands. "He must envy my son's good fortune and have two such beautiful and lovely girls."
Zhong Ling is OK. She was willing to give her life, but Qu Feiyan is not at ease. Last night, she was confused and offered her pillow. She was broken by song Qingshu, which made her depressed all the time. In the morning, she woke up. Although she was very clever in front of song Qingshu, she was very melancholy.
Song Qingshu is also acutely aware of the unnatural hidden under the two women's smile, and pulls them out: "it's rare to come to Tibet. You have to go around the scenery. Let's go to Lhasa city." In my heart, I was thinking: ah, I rolled the sheets before I fell in love. It seems that I have to go to bed first and then pay for the tickets, so as to cultivate more feelings.
After walking around Lhasa for a long time, the three of them had a different flavor. However, their men were tall and handsome, their women were gentle and pretty, and they were dressed up as people from the Central Plains. Later, the residents on the street looked at them and pointed out.
"Brother song, we'd better not go shopping. I feel that the way they look at us is like a monkey. They always feel strange." Zhong Ling shrank behind song Qingshu and whispered, pulling his sleeve.
"Well, that's right. Let's go back." Song Qingshu took her hand and praised her in his heart. He planned to go back to Ningma temple.
"Eh, there is a Han girl in the city, a little lady. Let my brother do his best to show you the famous scenic spots in the city."
Song Qingshu looked back in amazement and saw a fat and strong man laughing at the two girls. He was well dressed and had more than ten bodyguards around him.
"Where beauty is is the original sin," Song Qingshu looked at the two women with a wry smile. He turned to the man and asked, "I'm song Qingshu, the envoy of the Qing Dynasty. I don't know if you are him?"
"Envoys of the Qing Dynasty? Never heard of it, "the fat man hesitated for a moment, looking at the two women's petite and weak figure, only felt a group of heat rising in his belly," I suspect you are spies sent from Mongolia, come on, take it for me, and take it back for strict interrogation? "
Song Qingshu has a black face, and his heart is full of indignation: Why are there so many powerful people who rob people's women everywhere? Is it because I overestimate the ancient people's moral integrity? Seeing that his men's martial arts are good, but they are just ordinary experts, and just want to teach him a lesson, a soft female voice suddenly rings in his ear: "zongzan, you are bullying people again."
The fat man's face flashed unwilling color, and quickly bent down to bow: "Zong Zan paid a visit to his mother."
Song Qingshu looked back in amazement and saw a carriage stop nearby. Behind the curtain, a woman said, "zongzan, your father went to the front line to supervise the war and told me to discipline you. I didn't expect that you would bully men and women again when he left."
"My mother misunderstood. I just saw that these people didn't seem familiar with the terrain of Lhasa. I wanted to introduce them to the scenic spots in the city, but I didn't mean anything else." Zong Zan laughs.
"Is it?" In the carriage, the woman turned to look at Song Qingshu and his party, as if to ask what they meant.
"Mother, Zong Zan? Is it Prince zongzan of Tubo Song Qingshu knew that in the other party's territory, one more thing is better than one less thing. He quickly replied, "the prince is really just out of kindness."
When the people in the carriage saw their clothes, their voice seemed a little excited: "look at your clothes, they should be from the Central Plains. I don't know how many of them are from the Song Dynasty?"
When the three of them looked at each other, song Qingshu had to honestly say, "one of the three of us is from Dali, and the other two are from the Qing Dynasty."
"Oh," said the man in the carriage, looking disappointed. "Tubo is not very peaceful recently. If you have nothing to do, you'd better go back to the Central Plains as soon as possible... Let's go." At her command, the coachman drove away slowly.
Prince zongzan took a greedy look at the two girls. He reluctantly followed the carriage and went away.
"Who was that fat man just now?" After the other party disappeared at the end of the street, song Qingshu asked the vendor.
"He is Zanpu's favorite son, Prince zongzan, who is known as the devil of the world. He likes to bully men and women most. You are lucky to meet our queen this time. Otherwise, I'm afraid you can't keep your two female companions." Whispered the vendor.
"Queen?" There was a doubt on Song Qingshu's face, "but I just saw that she was not very old. How could she be prince zongzan's mother?"
"Stranger, you don't know. The queen is not Prince zongzan's biological mother, but Princess Jincheng, who was sent by the state of song to make peace with her a few years ago. Zanpu is very fond of her. Therefore, although the queen is not many years older than Prince zongzan, the prince is afraid of her." The peddler saw that no one else had noticed, and quickly explained.
"Princess Jincheng, no wonder she was a little excited when she saw our clothes," Song Qingshu sighed on the way back. "It seems that she could feel the sadness between her eyebrows just across the curtain. She must have been very sad when she went to the wild land with her relatives... Eh, what's your look like?"
"Brother song, you don't have any idea about her. She is the queen of Tubo?" Qu Feiyan's eyes are full of suspicion.
"Nonsense," Song Qingshu said awkwardly, "I just have feelings. Besides, we'll leave tomorrow. What can we think?"
"If we stay in Tubo for a while, you will have some ideas about other people?" Catch the loophole in his language, Zhong Ling echoed.
"You two girls, are you in the same line now? I'll give my husband a lift! " Song Qingshu scratched the armpits of the two girls, which made them giggle and beg for mercy.
In his spare time, song Qingshu looked back at the disappearance of the carriage and sighed: "since ancient times, there has been no happy ending for old men and young wives..."
As night fell, Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan, who had always been lively and active, suddenly became silent and sat in the room. Song Qingshu also noticed that the atmosphere in the room was strange. He quickly said, "we are going back to Dali tomorrow. Are you ready to salute?"
"Ready." Qu Feiyan answered, then looked down at his toes and stopped talking.
Song Qingshu had no choice but to continue to ask, "did you buy some herbs? We suffered a lot from altitude sickness before."
"Yes." Zhong Ling snorted and played with his clothes.
When song Qingshu saw it, he was immediately happy and said, "it's getting late. Why don't we just go to bed and keep our energy. We'll be on our way tomorrow."
"Oh ~"
"Well."
Two very lovely answers, but people do not move a cent. Song Qingshu yawned, "it seems that you are in good spirits. I'll sleep first." After that, he fell on the bed, and soon began to snore.
Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan look at each other and continue to sit on the bench. I don't know how long later, they can't get to sleep. They bite their teeth and walk to the bed step by step.
"I sleep inside." Silent for a long time, Zhong Ling said.
"Then I'll sleep outside." Qu Fei replied with a red face.
After a while, the two women carefully got into the quilt, far away from the middle of song Qingshu, dare not touch his skin.
After a long time, Zhong Ling felt a big hot hand touching her belly. She was surprised and worried about disturbing Qu Feiyan. She had to bite her teeth and didn't dare make a sound. Who knows that hand moves up slowly
Zhong Ling couldn't help it any more. He was just about to open his mouth when he heard Qu Feiyan's voice trembling slightly: "brother song, don't you mean to leave tomorrow, to nourish your essence... To store up your strength..."
"Elder brother, what I practice is joyful Zen. Now I'm nourishing my energy." Song Qingshu's hateful voice rang.
Zhong Ling was stunned, and a dry and hot lip came up. With a snort, she slowly closed her eyes
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"Whether the king of Ming wants to practice Huanxi Zen or not, he can also exchange his experience on the way of proof." Song Qingshu joked.
As soon as his face changed, jiumozhi said with a smile: "since ancient times, people who practice joyful Zen are not people with great wisdom. I'm not good enough. I'd better not try it."
"The king of Ming didn't come here to see us joke, did he?" Qu Feiyan and Zhong Ling are so tender skinned that they are embarrassed to fall into song Qingshu's arms in front of outsiders, so they both break free and stand nearby, which makes song Qingshu disconsolate.
"Mr. Song is joking. I'm here to congratulate him on his recovery from internal injuries and his excellent skills. On the other hand, in the name of our country's leader, I'm here to send the letter of alliance of Tubo and Qing Dynasty to your emperor." Jiumozhi took out an exquisite pamphlet from his arms and handed it to songqingshu.
"Oh?" Song Qingshu took it over and did not rush to put it in his arms. Instead, he asked, "how is the war between your country and Mongolia?"
"Since you entered Tibet, you must have seen the precipitous road along the way. As long as our country defends with one mind, no matter how powerful the Mongolian army is, you can't take advantage of it. My lord just went to inspect the front line recently, so we can't hold a banquet for you. I hope you'll forgive me." There was a trace of apology on his face.
"The king of the Ming Dynasty is worried too much, and song has a clear sense of priorities." thinking of other sects of esoteric sect, song Qingshu's face flashed a trace of worry. "Ji sun's worry is not in the Xiaoqiang for a moment. He's afraid that nalandao temple, King Kong sect, Zhenyan sect and other disciples will cooperate with Mongolia and lead wolves into the house."
"What you said is true, and that is what we are worried about." Hatoyama nodded solemnly.
"Ha ha, let the national master worry about these things, and song won't take over the responsibilities," Song Qingshu handed the national book to Qu Feiyan, motioning her to put it away. "The national master can rest assured that song will send the national book to the emperor."
Thank you, Mr. Song Jiumozhi nodded his head.
"I'm almost recovered from my injury. I plan to leave for home tomorrow. I won't say goodbye to my national teacher at that time." Song Qingshu replied.
"I understand. In this case, I won't disturb you to have a rest. I'll leave first." Jiumozhi showed a strange smile and went away.
"That smelly monk looked at us strangely when he left." Zhong Ling murmured.
"If you want me to see him, he's not an eminent monk. He's just a flower monk, full of dirty thoughts." Qu Feiyan was also looked a little unnatural by him and hummed coldly.
"The monk is also a man," Song Qingshu said, holding the two girls' little hands in his hands. "He must envy my son's good fortune and have two such beautiful and lovely girls."
Zhong Ling is OK. She was willing to give her life, but Qu Feiyan is not at ease. Last night, she was confused and offered her pillow. She was broken by song Qingshu, which made her depressed all the time. In the morning, she woke up. Although she was very clever in front of song Qingshu, she was very melancholy.
Song Qingshu is also acutely aware of the unnatural hidden under the two women's smile, and pulls them out: "it's rare to come to Tibet. You have to go around the scenery. Let's go to Lhasa city." In my heart, I was thinking: ah, I rolled the sheets before I fell in love. It seems that I have to go to bed first and then pay for the tickets, so as to cultivate more feelings.
After walking around Lhasa for a long time, the three of them had a different flavor. However, their men were tall and handsome, their women were gentle and pretty, and they were dressed up as people from the Central Plains. Later, the residents on the street looked at them and pointed out.
"Brother song, we'd better not go shopping. I feel that the way they look at us is like a monkey. They always feel strange." Zhong Ling shrank behind song Qingshu and whispered, pulling his sleeve.
"Well, that's right. Let's go back." Song Qingshu took her hand and praised her in his heart. He planned to go back to Ningma temple.
"Eh, there is a Han girl in the city, a little lady. Let my brother do his best to show you the famous scenic spots in the city."
Song Qingshu looked back in amazement and saw a fat and strong man laughing at the two girls. He was well dressed and had more than ten bodyguards around him.
"Where beauty is is the original sin," Song Qingshu looked at the two women with a wry smile. He turned to the man and asked, "I'm song Qingshu, the envoy of the Qing Dynasty. I don't know if you are him?"
"Envoys of the Qing Dynasty? Never heard of it, "the fat man hesitated for a moment, looking at the two women's petite and weak figure, only felt a group of heat rising in his belly," I suspect you are spies sent from Mongolia, come on, take it for me, and take it back for strict interrogation? "
Song Qingshu has a black face, and his heart is full of indignation: Why are there so many powerful people who rob people's women everywhere? Is it because I overestimate the ancient people's moral integrity? Seeing that his men's martial arts are good, but they are just ordinary experts, and just want to teach him a lesson, a soft female voice suddenly rings in his ear: "zongzan, you are bullying people again."
The fat man's face flashed unwilling color, and quickly bent down to bow: "Zong Zan paid a visit to his mother."
Song Qingshu looked back in amazement and saw a carriage stop nearby. Behind the curtain, a woman said, "zongzan, your father went to the front line to supervise the war and told me to discipline you. I didn't expect that you would bully men and women again when he left."
"My mother misunderstood. I just saw that these people didn't seem familiar with the terrain of Lhasa. I wanted to introduce them to the scenic spots in the city, but I didn't mean anything else." Zong Zan laughs.
"Is it?" In the carriage, the woman turned to look at Song Qingshu and his party, as if to ask what they meant.
"Mother, Zong Zan? Is it Prince zongzan of Tubo Song Qingshu knew that in the other party's territory, one more thing is better than one less thing. He quickly replied, "the prince is really just out of kindness."
When the people in the carriage saw their clothes, their voice seemed a little excited: "look at your clothes, they should be from the Central Plains. I don't know how many of them are from the Song Dynasty?"
When the three of them looked at each other, song Qingshu had to honestly say, "one of the three of us is from Dali, and the other two are from the Qing Dynasty."
"Oh," said the man in the carriage, looking disappointed. "Tubo is not very peaceful recently. If you have nothing to do, you'd better go back to the Central Plains as soon as possible... Let's go." At her command, the coachman drove away slowly.
Prince zongzan took a greedy look at the two girls. He reluctantly followed the carriage and went away.
"Who was that fat man just now?" After the other party disappeared at the end of the street, song Qingshu asked the vendor.
"He is Zanpu's favorite son, Prince zongzan, who is known as the devil of the world. He likes to bully men and women most. You are lucky to meet our queen this time. Otherwise, I'm afraid you can't keep your two female companions." Whispered the vendor.
"Queen?" There was a doubt on Song Qingshu's face, "but I just saw that she was not very old. How could she be prince zongzan's mother?"
"Stranger, you don't know. The queen is not Prince zongzan's biological mother, but Princess Jincheng, who was sent by the state of song to make peace with her a few years ago. Zanpu is very fond of her. Therefore, although the queen is not many years older than Prince zongzan, the prince is afraid of her." The peddler saw that no one else had noticed, and quickly explained.
"Princess Jincheng, no wonder she was a little excited when she saw our clothes," Song Qingshu sighed on the way back. "It seems that she could feel the sadness between her eyebrows just across the curtain. She must have been very sad when she went to the wild land with her relatives... Eh, what's your look like?"
"Brother song, you don't have any idea about her. She is the queen of Tubo?" Qu Feiyan's eyes are full of suspicion.
"Nonsense," Song Qingshu said awkwardly, "I just have feelings. Besides, we'll leave tomorrow. What can we think?"
"If we stay in Tubo for a while, you will have some ideas about other people?" Catch the loophole in his language, Zhong Ling echoed.
"You two girls, are you in the same line now? I'll give my husband a lift! " Song Qingshu scratched the armpits of the two girls, which made them giggle and beg for mercy.
In his spare time, song Qingshu looked back at the disappearance of the carriage and sighed: "since ancient times, there has been no happy ending for old men and young wives..."
As night fell, Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan, who had always been lively and active, suddenly became silent and sat in the room. Song Qingshu also noticed that the atmosphere in the room was strange. He quickly said, "we are going back to Dali tomorrow. Are you ready to salute?"
"Ready." Qu Feiyan answered, then looked down at his toes and stopped talking.
Song Qingshu had no choice but to continue to ask, "did you buy some herbs? We suffered a lot from altitude sickness before."
"Yes." Zhong Ling snorted and played with his clothes.
When song Qingshu saw it, he was immediately happy and said, "it's getting late. Why don't we just go to bed and keep our energy. We'll be on our way tomorrow."
"Oh ~"
"Well."
Two very lovely answers, but people do not move a cent. Song Qingshu yawned, "it seems that you are in good spirits. I'll sleep first." After that, he fell on the bed, and soon began to snore.
Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan look at each other and continue to sit on the bench. I don't know how long later, they can't get to sleep. They bite their teeth and walk to the bed step by step.
"I sleep inside." Silent for a long time, Zhong Ling said.
"Then I'll sleep outside." Qu Fei replied with a red face.
After a while, the two women carefully got into the quilt, far away from the middle of song Qingshu, dare not touch his skin.
After a long time, Zhong Ling felt a big hot hand touching her belly. She was surprised and worried about disturbing Qu Feiyan. She had to bite her teeth and didn't dare make a sound. Who knows that hand moves up slowly
Zhong Ling couldn't help it any more. He was just about to open his mouth when he heard Qu Feiyan's voice trembling slightly: "brother song, don't you mean to leave tomorrow, to nourish your essence... To store up your strength..."
"Elder brother, what I practice is joyful Zen. Now I'm nourishing my energy." Song Qingshu's hateful voice rang.
Zhong Ling was stunned, and a dry and hot lip came up. With a snort, she slowly closed her eyes
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"Whether the king of Ming wants to practice Huanxi Zen or not, he can also exchange his experience on the way of proof." Song Qingshu joked.As soon as his face changed, jiumozhi said with a smile: "since ancient times, people who practice joyful Zen are not people with great wisdom. I'm not good enough. I'd better not try it.""The king of Ming didn't come here to see us joke, did he?" Qu Feiyan and Zhong Ling are so tender skinned that they are embarrassed to fall into song Qingshu's arms in front of outsiders, so they both break free and stand nearby, which makes song Qingshu disconsolate."Mr. Song is joking. I'm here to congratulate him on his recovery from internal injuries and his excellent skills. On the other hand, in the name of our country's leader, I'm here to send the letter of alliance of Tubo and Qing Dynasty to your emperor." Jiumozhi took out an exquisite pamphlet from his arms and handed it to songqingshu."Oh?" Song Qingshu took it over and did not rush to put it in his arms. Instead, he asked, "how is the war between your country and Mongolia?""Since you entered Tibet, you must have seen the precipitous road along the way. As long as our country defends with one mind, no matter how powerful the Mongolian army is, you can't take advantage of it. My lord just went to inspect the front line recently, so we can't hold a banquet for you. I hope you'll forgive me." There was a trace of apology on his face."The king of the Ming Dynasty is worried too much, and song has a clear sense of priorities." thinking of other sects of esoteric sect, song Qingshu's face flashed a trace of worry. "Ji sun's worry is not in the Xiaoqiang for a moment. He's afraid that nalandao temple, King Kong sect, Zhenyan sect and other disciples will cooperate with Mongolia and lead wolves into the house.""What you said is true, and that is what we are worried about." Hatoyama nodded solemnly."Ha ha, let the national master worry about these things, and song won't take over the responsibilities," Song Qingshu handed the national book to Qu Feiyan, motioning her to put it away. "The national master can rest assured that song will send the national book to the emperor."Thank you, Mr. Song Jiumozhi nodded his head."I'm almost recovered from my injury. I plan to leave for home tomorrow. I won't say goodbye to my national teacher at that time." Song Qingshu replied."I understand. In this case, I won't disturb you to have a rest. I'll leave first." Jiumozhi showed a strange smile and went away."That smelly monk looked at us strangely when he left." Zhong Ling murmured."If you want me to see him, he's not an eminent monk. He's just a flower monk, full of dirty thoughts." Qu Feiyan was also looked a little unnatural by him and hummed coldly."The monk is also a man," Song Qingshu said, holding the two girls' little hands in his hands. "He must envy my son's good fortune and have two such beautiful and lovely girls."Zhong Ling is OK. She was willing to give her life, but Qu Feiyan is not at ease. Last night, she was confused and offered her pillow. She was broken by song Qingshu, which made her depressed all the time. In the morning, she woke up. Although she was very clever in front of song Qingshu, she was very melancholy.Song Qingshu is also acutely aware of the unnatural hidden under the two women's smile, and pulls them out: "it's rare to come to Tibet. You have to go around the scenery. Let's go to Lhasa city." In my heart, I was thinking: ah, I rolled the sheets before I fell in love. It seems that I have to go to bed first and then pay for the tickets, so as to cultivate more feelings.After walking around Lhasa for a long time, the three of them had a different flavor. However, their men were tall and handsome, their women were gentle and pretty, and they were dressed up as people from the Central Plains. Later, the residents on the street looked at them and pointed out."Brother song, we'd better not go shopping. I feel that the way they look at us is like a monkey. They always feel strange." Zhong Ling shrank behind song Qingshu and whispered, pulling his sleeve."Well, that's right. Let's go back." Song Qingshu took her hand and praised her in his heart. He planned to go back to Ningma temple."Eh, there is a Han girl in the city, a little lady. Let my brother do his best to show you the famous scenic spots in the city."Song Qingshu looked back in amazement and saw a fat and strong man laughing at the two girls. He was well dressed and had more than ten bodyguards around him."Where beauty is is the original sin," Song Qingshu looked at the two women with a wry smile. He turned to the man and asked, "I'm song Qingshu, the envoy of the Qing Dynasty. I don't know if you are him?""Envoys of the Qing Dynasty? Never heard of it, "the fat man hesitated for a moment, looking at the two women's petite and weak figure, only felt a group of heat rising in his belly," I suspect you are spies sent from Mongolia, come on, take it for me, and take it back for strict interrogation? "Song Qingshu has a black face, and his heart is full of indignation: Why are there so many powerful people who rob people's women everywhere? Is it because I overestimate the ancient people's moral integrity? Seeing that his men's martial arts are good, but they are just ordinary experts, and just want to teach him a lesson, a soft female voice suddenly rings in his ear: "zongzan, you are bullying people again."The fat man's face flashed unwilling color, and quickly bent down to bow: "Zong Zan paid a visit to his mother."Song Qingshu looked back in amazement and saw a carriage stop nearby. Behind the curtain, a woman said, "zongzan, your father went to the front line to supervise the war and told me to discipline you. I didn't expect that you would bully men and women again when he left.""My mother misunderstood. I just saw that these people didn't seem familiar with the terrain of Lhasa. I wanted to introduce them to the scenic spots in the city, but I didn't mean anything else." Zong Zan laughs."Is it?" In the carriage, the woman turned to look at Song Qingshu and his party, as if to ask what they meant."Mother, Zong Zan? Is it Prince zongzan of Tubo Song Qingshu knew that in the other party's territory, one more thing is better than one less thing. He quickly replied, "the prince is really just out of kindness."When the people in the carriage saw their clothes, their voice seemed a little excited: "look at your clothes, they should be from the Central Plains. I don't know how many of them are from the Song Dynasty?"When the three of them looked at each other, song Qingshu had to honestly say, "one of the three of us is from Dali, and the other two are from the Qing Dynasty.""Oh," said the man in the carriage, looking disappointed. "Tubo is not very peaceful recently. If you have nothing to do, you'd better go back to the Central Plains as soon as possible... Let's go." At her command, the coachman drove away slowly.Prince zongzan took a greedy look at the two girls. He reluctantly followed the carriage and went away."Who was that fat man just now?" After the other party disappeared at the end of the street, song Qingshu asked the vendor."He is Zanpu's favorite son, Prince zongzan, who is known as the devil of the world. He likes to bully men and women most. You are lucky to meet our queen this time. Otherwise, I'm afraid you can't keep your two female companions." Whispered the vendor."Queen?" There was a doubt on Song Qingshu's face, "but I just saw that she was not very old. How could she be prince zongzan's mother?""Stranger, you don't know. The queen is not Prince zongzan's biological mother, but Princess Jincheng, who was sent by the state of song to make peace with her a few years ago. Zanpu is very fond of her. Therefore, although the queen is not many years older than Prince zongzan, the prince is afraid of her." The peddler saw that no one else had noticed, and quickly explained."Princess Jincheng, no wonder she was a little excited when she saw our clothes," Song Qingshu sighed on the way back. "It seems that she could feel the sadness between her eyebrows just across the curtain. She must have been very sad when she went to the wild land with her relatives... Eh, what's your look like?""Brother song, you don't have any idea about her. She is the queen of Tubo?" Qu Feiyan's eyes are full of suspicion."Nonsense," Song Qingshu said awkwardly, "I just have feelings. Besides, we'll leave tomorrow. What can we think?""If we stay in Tubo for a while, you will have some ideas about other people?" Catch the loophole in his language, Zhong Ling echoed."You two girls, are you in the same line now? I'll give my husband a lift! " Song Qingshu scratched the armpits of the two girls, which made them giggle and beg for mercy.In his spare time, song Qingshu looked back at the disappearance of the carriage and sighed: "since ancient times, there has been no happy ending for old men and young wives..."As night fell, Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan, who had always been lively and active, suddenly became silent and sat in the room. Song Qingshu also noticed that the atmosphere in the room was strange. He quickly said, "we are going back to Dali tomorrow. Are you ready to salute?""Ready." Qu Feiyan answered, then looked down at his toes and stopped talking.Song Qingshu had no choice but to continue to ask, "did you buy some herbs? We suffered a lot from altitude sickness before.""Yes." Zhong Ling snorted and played with his clothes.When song Qingshu saw it, he was immediately happy and said, "it's getting late. Why don't we just go to bed and keep our energy. We'll be on our way tomorrow.""Oh ~""Well."Two very lovely answers, but people do not move a cent. Song Qingshu yawned, "it seems that you are in good spirits. I'll sleep first." After that, he fell on the bed, and soon began to snore.Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan look at each other and continue to sit on the bench. I don't know how long later, they can't get to sleep. They bite their teeth and walk to the bed step by step."I sleep inside." Silent for a long time, Zhong Ling said."Then I'll sleep outside." Qu Fei replied with a red face.After a while, the two women carefully got into the quilt, far away from the middle of song Qingshu, dare not touch his skin.After a long time, Zhong Ling felt a big hot hand touching her belly. She was surprised and worried about disturbing Qu Feiyan. She had to bite her teeth and didn't dare make a sound. Who knows that hand moves up slowlyZhong Ling couldn't help it any more. He was just about to open his mouth when he heard Qu Feiyan's voice trembling slightly: "brother song, don't you mean to leave tomorrow, to nourish your essence... To store up your strength...""Elder brother, what I practice is joyful Zen. Now I'm nourishing my energy." Song Qingshu's hateful voice rang.Zhong Ling was stunned, and a dry and hot lip came up. With a snort, she slowly closed her eyes
