Fragrance Stealer

"Didn't hear anything?" Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally, "Everyone understands, so why should Madam deceive herself?"

Cheng Yaojia was also regretful, wondering why she was so obsessed with running to eavesdrop, but when she heard such a shocking secret, she was now on fire.

"I won't tell anyone else." Cheng Yaojia hastily promised.

Song Qingshu shook his head, stood up and walked in front of her: "I have no doubts about the sincerity of Madam's words at this time, but people will always change, and I won't be watching at that time, who knows if you will because For other reasons, choose to reveal my secret."

Cheng Yaojia took two steps back, and said in a panic: "No, these days you have shown great kindness to me, and it's too late for me to be grateful, so why would I do something that I'm sorry for you?"

Looking at her delicate and delicate face, Song Qingshu asked lightly: "What if your husband asks you to talk?"

"I... I won't say it either." Cheng Yaojia hesitated at first, but then his voice became more and more firm.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and lifted a strand of hair from her ear: "I can feel Madam's sincerity at this moment, but I am a rational person, and I will not entrust the future to a single promise."

Cheng Yaojia turned pale, and tremblingly said: "I understand what you mean, I just ask you to remember your previous promise and help me save Lu Lang." After speaking, she quietly closed her eyes.

Seeing her delicate eyelashes trembling slightly, Song Qingshu smiled and said, "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you going to kill me, do it." Cheng Yaojia replied, but the rapid ups and downs of her chest showed that her heart was not as calm as she pretended.

Song Qingshu couldn't help smiling: "Who said I'm going to kill you?"

"Ah?" Cheng Yaojia opened his eyes and looked at him blankly, "You... won't you kill me?"

Song Qingshu gently hooked Cheng Yaojia's chin, and said in admiration: "Madam is such a beautiful woman, which man is willing to hurt you."

However, he quickly changed the topic: "Of course, if I hadn't met Madam before, no matter how reluctant I was, I'm afraid I'd have nothing to do with it."

Although Cheng Yaojia was shy, she was also a smart woman. Hearing this, she already knew that the other party had no intention of killing, so she couldn't help biting her lips: "Thank you."

"Ma'am, don't be in a hurry to thank me. Although I won't kill you, in order to ensure that the secret will not be leaked, I can only ask Madam to be wronged and stay by my side until I think of a perfect solution." Song Qingshu had to sigh at this time, Why do I not like killing people so much? Like the decisive protagonists in those fantasy novels in the previous life, they can solve such things in a blink of an eye, but I still have such a headache.

After much deliberation, Song Qingshu can only attribute it to the fact that he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, he knew the psychology of ordinary people, and he didn't want to be wiped out like an ant by nobles, privileged figures, or some strong people; he came to this world because of various reasons. I don't want to lose my heart and ruin the lives of other ordinary people at will.

Because of Song Qingshu's absence, Cheng Yaojia now had the opportunity to carefully examine the new face of the man in front of him, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome and extraordinary, with a calm demeanor all over his body.

She looked at it and unconsciously blushed: she looked much better than the bearded face before...

Song Qingshu finally came back to his senses, noticed that the other party was staring at him intently, couldn't help but smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand: "Let's get to know each other again, I'm Song Qingshu."

Seeing the hand he stretched out in front of her, Cheng Yaojia blushed: "You... what are you doing?"

Only then did Song Qingshu realize that this world is no longer the world of his previous life, and shaking hands with a woman would be regarded as indecent, but he is such a big-hearted person, he naturally doesn't care about these red tapes, and still said with the same face: "This is our hometown. The handshake ceremony over there, when two people first met, they would reach out and hold each other's hands to show friendship." It perfectly explained what it means to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

Cheng Yaojia wondered where there would be such an absurd custom, but she subconsciously stretched out her hand and held him together: "Hello, I... I am Cheng Yaojia."

Hearing that she didn't mention her identity as the Young Madam of Guiyun Village, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel moved.

The skin of the two touched and felt the heat of each other's palms. Cheng Yaojia blushed even more. She tried to pull her hand back several times, but found that it didn't move.

Suddenly thought of something, Cheng Yaojia exclaimed: "You are the Golden Snake King Song Qingshu?"

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows: "Madam, have you heard of me?"

"I've heard more than that." Cheng Yaojia gave him a complicated look, and suddenly stopped talking, "Does the handshake in your hometown take so long?"

"That's not true, it's just that Madam's hand is too slippery, and I couldn't bear to let go." Song Qing said in a calm voice, but finally let go of her hand.

Hearing him say such shameless words so righteously, Cheng Yaojia suddenly had a familiar feeling, and then felt that the man in front of him was still the one who had been protecting her and comforting her, and at the same time molested her from time to time.

"It is well known in the world that you assassinated Kangxi before, and then you defeated the [-] army of the Qing Dynasty, and I don't know how many Han people applauded. Not long ago, you rescued dozens of princesses in my Song Dynasty. Now the entire Song Dynasty regards you Heroes of the Han people." Cheng Yaojia thought that this name was mentioned the most by the elders of the family on weekdays, and even her husband often praised him, if he knew that he was with the hero he admired now, he would not know Will he be envious.

Cheng Yaojia's face turned red suddenly, thinking that she and Song Qingshu were sleeping on the same bed, it would be no wonder that Lu Lang would not be mad if he knew it, and he would not be envious.

"What about Madam, what does Madam think of me?" Song Qingshu sat down beside the bed and asked meaningfully.

"I..." Cheng Yaojia opened his lips slightly, how could he dare to say what was in his heart, after thinking for a while, he could only describe it in a relatively tactful way, "You are a very capable hero in my heart, but It's just a little... a little rascal."

Song Qingshu laughed: "Ma'am, this is too light. I'm afraid in your heart, I'm not just a rascal, I'm more like a pervert."

Who knew that Cheng Yaojia shook her head slightly: "No, although you are sometimes... a bit of a rascal, you are an honest gentleman in your bones." Thinking that although the other party has teased her from time to time these days, she did not do anything to her after all, even last night. He took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, and he also abided by etiquette, at most... At most, he used his arms a little when he woke up in the morning.

"Really?" Song Qingshu stretched out his hand, and Cheng Yaojia was sucked into his arms by him, and he put his arms around her waist and pressed her on his lap, "But what if I don't want to be a gentleman anymore?"

Feeling the masculine aura of him at close range, Cheng Yaojia's heart was pounding, she didn't dare to meet his eyes, she subconsciously turned her head to the side, and said in an inaudible voice: "Only the young master remembers to promise me , the others... whatever you want, sir."

Feeling the warm and plump body in his arms, Song Qingshu slid his throat and moved his head closer.

Seeing him getting closer and closer to her, Cheng Yaojia's heart beat faster, and her eyelashes gradually trembled.

"Madam's heart is beating so fast, what are you afraid of?" There was only an inch between their lips, and Song Qingshu suddenly stopped.

Cheng Yaojia bit her lips: "You know...you know what I'm afraid of."

"I don't know." A smile appeared on Song Qingshu's lips, why don't I feel what Madam is afraid of.

A daze flashed in Cheng Yaojia's eyes, wondering how it would feel, but at the moment when the other party's hand reached into her skirt, she instantly understood.

"This scoundrel~" Cheng Yaojia froze slightly, but did not dodge.

Looking closely at the moist and charming cherry mouth in front of him, Song Qingshu couldn't help it anymore, and kissed it directly.

Cheng Yaojia sighed, and the whole person collapsed into his arms immediately.

At the beginning, her emotions were very complicated. For a while, she thought that she was sorry for her husband by doing this, and for a while, she comforted herself that she did it to save him. After being kissed by Song Qingshu, she gradually became emotional, and closed her eyes involuntarily. The body is getting softer and softer, and the skin is getting hotter and hotter.

Feeling that the body of the beautiful woman in his arms seemed to have melted all the bones, Song Qingshu took advantage of the opportunity to put her on the bed, and then pressed his whole body on it.

"Marshal, Marshal!" At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Song Qingshu sat up with a depressed face, and asked in a bad tone: "What's the matter?"

Cheng Yaojia also woke up from her lust, she turned around in shame, and hurriedly started buttoning her clothes.

Hearing the tone in the room, the guard outside felt his heart skip a beat, knowing that he might have spoiled the boss's good deed, but now, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "The kid who was caught was yelling and screaming in the cell. I want to see you."

"If he wants to see me, he will go to see him? You won't handle such trivial matters by yourself!" If Song Qingshu hadn't always been kind-hearted, he would have dragged this man out and beaten him dozens of times.

"But he said that his uncle is Zhang Jun, and that the Marshal will definitely go to see him after hearing this name." The guard cursed inwardly, and after returning later, he had to give the boy a good meal, so as to relieve his hatred.

"Zhang Jun!" Song Qingshu suddenly stood up, "Did he really say that?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, you go down first, I'll go see him right away." Song Qingshu couldn't help but be careless, because Zhang Jun is now the Southern Song Dynasty's Shangshu Youpushe and Zhongshu's servant, also known as the right minister, and his official position is still in the counselor of Han Tuozhou. Above Zhizhengshi, and Zuoxiang, they are the nominal central leaders of the Southern Song Dynasty court.

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