Fragrance Stealer

"Haha, let the national teacher worry about these things, Song will not do it for me," Song Qingshu handed the letter of credence to Qu Feiyan, signaling her to keep it, "National teacher, don't worry, Song will definitely send the letter of credence to our country In the hands of the emperor."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song." Jiumozhi nodded his head.

"My injury is almost healed, and I plan to leave for the country tomorrow, and I won't say goodbye to the teacher when the time comes." Song Qingshu replied.

"Little monk understands, since this is the case, I will not disturb the young master's rest, and leave first." Jiumozhi showed a strange smile, and drifted away.

"That smelly monk looked at us strangely when he left." Zhong Ling pouted sullenly.

"If you ask me, he's not some kind of eminent monk, but he's just a flowery monk, full of dirty thoughts." Qu Feiyan also felt a little unnatural, and snorted coldly.

"The monk is also a man." Song Qingshu held the two girls' little hands in his. "He must be envious of my son's beauty, having two such beautiful and lovely little girls."

Zhong Ling was fine, she was willing to sacrifice herself, but Qu Feiyan was a little uncomfortable. Last night, she was confused and recommended a pillow mat, but was broken by Song Qingshu, which made her very depressed. When she woke up in the morning, although she was in front of Song Qingshu She is extremely well-behaved, but she is extremely melancholy in her heart.

Song Qingshu was also keenly aware of the unnaturalness hidden under the smiles of the two women, and pulled the two of them out: "It's rare to come to Tibet, so we must go for a stroll around the scenery, let's go, let's go to Lhasa city to play together." In his heart But I was thinking: Hey, I had sex before I fell in love. It seems that I have to go to bed first and then make up for the fare. I need to cultivate more relationships.

The group of three wandered around the city of Lhasa for a long time. The exotic style seemed to have a special flavor, but the three of them were tall and handsome men, soft and handsome women, and dressed as people from the Central Plains. After walking around, the residents on the street looked at them instead. Pointing.

"Brother Song, let's stop wandering around. It feels weird that they look at us like monkeys." Zhong Ling shrank behind Song Qingshu, tugging at his sleeve and whispering.

"Well, that's right, let's go back." Song Qingshu took her hand, secretly praised her for being so smooth and soft, and planned to go back to Ningma Temple.

"Hey, there is actually a Han girl in the city, little lady, let my brother come and show you the friendship of the landlord and take you around the famous scenic spots in the city."

Song Qingshu and the others looked back in astonishment, and saw a fat and strong man behind him laughing at the two women, dressed luxuriously, surrounded by more than a dozen guards.

"Beauty is the original sin wherever it is." Song Qingshu looked at the two women with a wry smile, turned around and asked the man, "I am Song Qingshu, the envoy of the Qing Dynasty, who is your Excellency?"

"The envoys of the Qing Dynasty? I haven't heard of it," the fat man hesitated for a moment, looking at the petite and weak figures of the two girls, he felt a fire rising in his lower abdomen, "I suspect that you are spies sent by the Mongolian country, come on, Take it back for me and take it back for strict interrogation?"

Song Qingshu's face was black, and he was slandering in his heart: Why are there such powerful and powerful people who rob women everywhere? Could it be that I overestimated the integrity of the ancients, and saw that although his subordinates' martial arts are good, they are just ordinary masters, I was thinking I took the shot to teach him a good lesson, and suddenly a soft female voice sounded next to my ear: "Zong Zan, you are bullying the people again."

A look of unwillingness flashed across the fat man's face, and he quickly bent over and bowed: "Zong Zan pays homage to the queen mother."

Song Qingshu looked back in astonishment, and saw a carriage parked nearby, and a woman behind the gauze curtain said, "Zong Zan, your father went to the front line to supervise the battle, and asked me to discipline you, but he just left, and you came to bully the man again." Overlord."

"The queen mother misunderstood. I just saw that these people don't seem to be familiar with the terrain of Lhasa. I intend to introduce them to the various attractions in the city. It has no other meaning." Zong Zan said with a smile.

"Really?" The woman in the carriage turned her head to look at Song Qingshu and his party, as if asking what they meant.

"Mother, Zongzan? Could it be Prince Zongzan of Tubo?" Song Qingshu knew very well that in the other party's territory, more things are worse than less things, so he quickly replied: "The prince is indeed just out of kindness."

Seeing the clothes on their bodies, the people in the carriage sounded a little excited: "Looking at your attire, you should be from the Central Plains. I don't know how many of them are from the Song Kingdom?"

The three of them looked at each other, and Song Qingshu had no choice but to reply honestly: "One of the three of us is from Dali, and the other two are from the Qing Dynasty."

"Oh," the person in the carriage couldn't hide his disappointment, and said lightly, "Tibetan is not very peaceful recently, if you have nothing to do, it's better to return to the Central Plains as soon as possible... let's go." Hearing her order, the driver drove the carriage, leave slowly.

Prince Zongzan glanced greedily at the two women, followed behind the carriage unwillingly, and gradually moved away.

"Who was that fat man just now?" After the other party disappeared at the end of the street, Song Qingshu asked the peddler beside him.

"He is our Zanpu's favorite son, Prince Zongzan who is known as the devil king of the world, and he likes to bully men and women the most. You are lucky to meet our queen this time, otherwise you two female companions , I’m afraid we won’t be able to keep it.” The vendor said quietly.

"Queen?" A trace of doubt flashed across Song Qingshu's face, "But I just saw that she was not very old. How could she be Prince Zongzan's mother?"

"Outlander, you don't know this. The queen is not the biological mother of Prince Zongzan, but Princess Jincheng who was sent by the Song Dynasty a few years ago. Zanpu loves her very much, so although the queen is not a few years older than Prince Zongzan , but the prince is also afraid of her." Seeing that no one else noticed, the vendor quickly explained.

"Princess Jincheng, it's no wonder she got a little excited when she saw our costumes." On the way back, Song Qingshu sighed, "I could feel the sadness on her brows just now through the curtain. It must be extremely sad in my heart... Hey, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"Brother Song, you don't have any thoughts about her, do you? She is the queen of Tubo?" Qu Feiyan's eyes were full of suspicion.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Qingshu said awkwardly, "I'm just expressing my feelings. Besides, we're leaving tomorrow, so what can we think?"

"Did we continue to stay in Tubo for a while, and you have some ideas about him?" Zhong Ling echoed, noticing the loophole in his language.

"You two little girls, are you on the same front now? See if you can help your husband!" Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to tickle the armpits of the two girls, which made them giggle and begged for mercy.

Looking back at the place where the carriage disappeared in his free time, Song Qingshu sighed in his heart: "Since ancient times, old couples and young wives have never had a happy ending..."

As night fell, Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan, who were always lively and active, suddenly became silent. Sitting in the room, Song Qingshu also noticed that the atmosphere in the room was a bit strange, and said quickly: "Tomorrow we are going back to Dali, and we are going to salute and prepare." OK?"

"Ready." Qu Feiyan replied, then lowered her head and looked at her toes, and stopped talking.

Song Qingshu was suffocated, so he could only continue to ask: "Did you buy some herbal medicine? We suffered a lot from altitude sickness before."

"I bought it." Zhong Ling snorted and played with the corner of her clothes with her head on her head.

When Song Qingshu saw it, he was immediately happy, and said directly: "It's getting late, why don't we just go to bed and recharge our batteries, we have to go on the road tomorrow."

"Oh~"

"Hmm~"

Two very cute replies, but the person didn't move an inch.Song Qingshu yawned, "It seems that you are in good spirits, I'll go to sleep first." After speaking, he fell on the bed, and not long after, he started snoring.

Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan looked at each other, and continued to sit on the stool. After an unknown amount of time, they finally couldn't get enough of sleep. They gritted their teeth and walked to the bed step by step.

"I'm sleeping inside." After a long silence, Zhong Ling said.

"Then I'll sleep outside." Qu Feiyan replied with a blushing face.

After a while of screeching sounds, the two women got into the bed cautiously, far away from Song Qingshu in the middle, not daring to touch the slightest bit of his skin.

After a long time, Zhong Ling felt a big fiery hand touching her lower abdomen. She was taken aback, and worried about disturbing Qu Feiyan next to her, so she gritted her teeth, not daring to make a sound.Who would have thought that the hand would make an inch of it, move it up slowly, penetrate into the obscene clothes, and keep playing with her soft little breasts.Zhong Ling couldn't bear it any longer, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard Qu Feiyan's slightly trembling voice: "Brother Song, didn't you say that you are going to leave tomorrow, and you need to recharge your energy...to store your energy..."

"Brother, I am practicing Huanxi Zen, and now I am recharging my energy." Song Qingshu's hateful voice sounded.

Zhong Ling was taken aback for a moment, then pressed her dry and hot lips to her lips, and with a coquettish snort, she slowly closed her eyes...

Chapter 1: False Phoenix and Virtual Phoenix

"Brother Song, you are really good or bad. You treated sister Linger like that yesterday." Early the next morning, a group of three people embarked on the road back to Dali. out.

"Stop teasing me, you were the same last night..." Zhong Lingxia flew her cheeks, and gave Qu Feiyan a white look.

"Sister Linger, I didn't expect you to be so provocative when you look at a cute and cute face. As a woman, I can't hold back when I hear it." Qu Feiyan's eyes were full of laughter meaning.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to be so bold on weekdays, but when it comes to the critical moment, you know how to hum and groan, as shy as a little girl with yellow flowers." Zhong Ling retorted immediately after being told that she wanted to find a crack in the ground. .

"She's a little girl from the bottom of her head." After getting out of bed, Qu Feiyan returned to her familiar image of a demon girl from the Demon Cult, and Zhong Ling couldn't take advantage of her.

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"In ancient times, there were red-sleeved nights to add fragrance, but today there are young girls with tender pistils to accompany the journey. It really deserves to be a great pleasure in the world." Song Qingshu happily listened to the two beautiful girls bickering, and thought in his heart: "What Master Lianhua said is true. , The pure yin energy that can be collected from the two women last night is really very little, although the sage time afterward will be of great benefit to the practice, but there is no essential improvement for the true energy itself."

"Brother Song, can you hug us for a while after that? You always feel like you're just a tool to vent your desires when you sit up and do exercises as soon as you're done." Qu Feiyan was just joking, but for some reason Really sad, eyes are red.