Flower Stealing Master Chapter 189: Princess Jincheng
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"Will King Ming also come to practice Happiness Zen, and you can also exchange your experience on the path of proof. [Four*Library*Book]" Song Qingshu laughed.
Kumazhi’s face changed, and he smirked: "A person who has practiced joyful meditation since ancient times is not a person with great wisdom, and the little monk has not enough cultivation skills, so don’t try it."
"Ming King came here specially to watch our jokes, right?" Qu Feiyan and Zhong Ling's face were too tender, and they were embarrassed to fall into Song Qingshu's arms in front of outsiders, so they broke free and stood nearby. Song Qingshu was melancholy.
"Young Master Song joked. The little monk came here to congratulate him on his recovery from his internal injuries and to practice supreme magic, and second, in the name of the lord of our country, send the book of the alliance of Tubo to the Qing Dynasty and ask him to pass it on. To the emperor of your country." Ku Mazhi took out an exquisite pamphlet from his arms and handed it to Song Qingshu.
"Oh?" Song Qingshu took it, not in a hurry to put it in his arms, but asked, "How is the war between your country and Mongolia?"
"The son must have seen the rugged roads along the way since he entered Tibet. As long as our country is united in defense, no matter how strong the Mongolian soldiers are, they can never take advantage of it. Our country’s lord just recently went to inspect the front line, so there is no way to set it up. The banquet entertains the son, and I hope that the son will forgive me." Kumazhi has a trace of apology on his face.
"Ming King is too worried, and Song has a clear priority." Thinking of other tantric sects, Song Qingshu's face flashed with worry, "Ji Sun's worries are not in the middle of the Xiaoqiang, I am afraid of Nalanda Temple, The King Kong Sect, Shingon Sect, and other sects should unite with the Mongolian inside and outside, and lead wolves into the room."
"The son said so, and this is what we are worried about." Kumazhi nodded solemnly.
"Haha, let the national teacher worry about these things, Song will not overstep me," Song Qingshu handed Qu Feiyan the credential to Qu Feiyan, indicating to her to put it away, "Reassure the national teacher, Song must send the credential to Qu Feiyan. In the hands of our emperor."
"Lao Song Gongzi." Kumazhi nodded in favor.
"My injury is almost healed. I plan to leave for the country tomorrow, and I won't say goodbye to the national teacher." Song Qingshu replied.
"The little monk understands that, in this case, the little monk will not interrupt the son's rest, and leave first." Kumachi showed a weird smile and went away.
"The look in our eyes when the smelly monk left was so strange." Zhong Ling pouted unhappily.
"Let me see, what kind of monk he is, he is just a flower monk, full of dirty thoughts." Qu Feiyan was also a little unnatural by him, and he coldly snorted.
"The monk is also a man," Song Qingshu held the little hands of the two women. "He must be envious of this son's beautiful blessing, having two such beautiful and lovely little girls. [四*库*书]"
Zhong Ling was okay. She was willing to give her life, but Qu Feiyan was a little uncomfortable. Last night she was confused and recommended herself to the pillow. Song Qingshu broke her body and made her depressed. She woke up in the morning, even though she was in front of her. Song Qingshu's face was extraordinarily well-behaved, but she was extremely melancholy in her heart.
Song Qingshu was also keenly aware of the unnaturalness hidden under the smiles of the two women, and dragged them out: "It's rare to come to Tibet, so I have to go around the scenery, let's go, let's go to Lhasa city to play together. "But I thought in my heart: Hey, I rolled the sheets before I fell in love. It seems that I have to go to bed first and then make up for the ticket, so I can cultivate more feelings.
A group of three people spent a long time in Lhasa city. The exotic atmosphere seems to have a special flavor. However, the three of them are tall and handsome men, feminine and handsome, and dressed up from the Central Plains. After shopping, the residents on the street turned Watching them point and point.
"Big Brother Song, let's not go shopping anymore. It feels like they look at us like monkeys. They always feel weird." Zhong Ling shrank behind Song Qingshu, pulling his sleeves and whispered.
"Well, that's right, let's go back." Song Qingshu took her hand and gave a secret compliment of how smooth and soft in his heart, and planned to return to Ningma Temple.
"Hey, there are Han girls and little ladies in the city. Let my brother come and enjoy the friendship of the landlord and show you the famous scenic spots in the city."
Song Qingshu and the three people looked back in amazement, and saw a chubby man behind him laughing at the two women, dressed in luxurious clothes, and surrounded by a dozen guards.
"Where beautiful women are the original sin," Song Qingshu looked at the two women with a wry smile, turned around and asked with a fist, "I am the envoy of the Qing Dynasty, Song Qingshu, I don't know who you are?"
"Envoy of the Qing Dynasty? I have never heard of it." The fat man hesitated for a moment, looking at the petite and weak figures of the two women, only to feel a fire in his lower abdomen, "I suspect that you are spies sent by Mongolia. Come on, take it for me and take it back for a rigorous interrogation?"
Song Qingshu’s face was black, and his heart was slandered: Why are there such dignitaries who rob women of the people everywhere? Could it be that I overestimated the ethics of the ancient people? Although his martial arts are good, they are just ordinary masters. , Just about to take a shot and give him a lesson, a soft female voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "Zongzan, you are bullying the people again."
An unwilling look flashed across the fat man’s face, he hurriedly bent over and said, "Zongzan pays homage to the queen mother."
Song Qingshu looked back stunned, and saw a carriage parked nearby. A woman behind the screen said: "Zongzan, your father went to the front line to supervise the battle and asked me to discipline you. I didn't expect that he just walked away. Come to bully men and women."
"The queen mother misunderstood. I just saw that these people didn't seem to be familiar with the terrain of Lhasa, so I wanted to introduce them to the scenic spots in the city, but I didn't mean anything else." 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 the prince Zongzan of Tubo?" Song Qingshu knew that in the other side's turf, more is worse than less, and he quickly replied: "The prince is indeed just from a kind heart."
When the people in the carriage saw their clothes on, their voice seemed a little excited: "Look at the costumes, they should be from the Central Plains. I don't know how many of them are from the Song Dynasty?"
The three looked at each other, and Song Qingshu had no choice but to honestly reply: "One of us is from Dali, and the other two are from Qing."
"Oh," the person in the carriage could not hide the disappointment, and said lightly, "Tubo has not been very peaceful recently. If you are fine, you should go back to the Central Plains as soon as possible." Hearing her instructions, the coachman drove the carriage. , Leaving slowly.
Prince Zongzan glanced at the two women greedily, followed behind the carriage unwillingly, and gradually moved away.
"Who was the fat man just now?" After the other party disappeared at the end of the street, Song Qingshu asked the vendor beside him.
"He, he is our Zampo’s favorite son, Prince Zongzan, who is known as the Hunshi Demon King, who loves bullying men and women most often. You are lucky this time. You met our queen, otherwise you two I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this female companion." The vendor whispered quietly.
"Queen?" A trace of doubt flashed across Song Qingshu's face, "But I just saw that she is not very old, how could she be Prince Zongzan's mother and queen?"
"Foreigners, you don’t know that. The queen is not Prince Zongzan’s biological mother, but the Jincheng princess who was sent by Song State to marry a few years ago. Zamp loves her very much, so although the queen is better than Prince Zongzan Not a few years old, but the prince is also afraid of her three points." The vendor quickly explained when no one else noticed.
"Princess Jincheng, it's no wonder she was a little excited when she saw our costumes," Song Qingshu exclaimed on the way back. "Just now I can feel the sadness between her eyebrows through the curtain, and she must have gone wild with her. In this place, my heart must be extremely sad, what kind of look are you guys?"
"Big Brother Song, you don't have any thoughts about her, are they the Queen of Tubo?" Qu Feiyan's eyes were full of suspiciousness.
"What nonsense," Song Qingshu said embarrassedly, "I just sent it out because of feelings. Besides, we're leaving tomorrow, what can we think of."
"Did we continue to stay in Tubo for a period of time, so you have thoughts about others?" Zhong Ling echoed his voice after catching a loophole in his language.
"You two little girls, are you on the same line now? Let's look at your husband!" Song Qingshu reached out and tickled the two women's armpits, making the two women giggled, and hurriedly told mercy.
In my spare time, I looked back at the place where the carriage disappeared. Song Qingshu sighed in his heart: "Since ancient times, there is no good ending for old couples and young wives."
As night fell, Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan, who had always been lively and active, suddenly became silent. Sitting in the room, Song Qingshu also noticed that the atmosphere in the room was a bit weird, and quickly said, "Tomorrow we will return to Dali. , Are you ready to salute?"
"Ready." Qu Feiyan answered, lowered his head and looked at his toes, and stopped talking.
Song Qingshu suffocated, so he had to continue to ask: "Is there any herbal medicine~IndoMTL.com~We suffered a lot from altitude sickness before."
"Bought it." Zhong Ling snorted, playing with the corners of his clothes against his head.
When Song Qingshu saw it, he was immediately happy, and said directly: "It's getting late, or let's just go to sleep, recharge our energy, and have to hurry tomorrow."
"Oh~"
"Um~"
Two lovely answers, but people didn't move a bit. Song Qingshu yawned, "It seems that you are in good spirits, I'll go to bed first." After speaking, he fell on the bed. After a while, he began to scream.
Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan looked at each other and continued to sit on the stool. After an unknown period of time, they finally couldn't get sleepy. They gritted their teeth and walked to the bed step by step.
"I'm sleeping inside." Zhong Ling said after a long silence.
"Then I will sleep outside." Qu Feiyan replied with a blush.
After a while, the two women got into the bed carefully, separated from Song Qingshu in the middle, not daring to touch his skin at all.
After a long time, Zhong Ling felt a big fiery hand touch her lower abdomen. She was taken aback, and worried that Qu Feiyan next to her would be alarmed, so she gritted her teeth and did not dare to make a sound. Who knows that that hand moved up and down slowly, deep into the clothes, and kept playing with his soft little breast. Zhong Ling couldn't help it anymore. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard Qu Feiyan's trembling voice: "Big Brother Song, didn't you mean that the heaven is going to start, do you want to recharge?"
"My eldest brother, I am practicing Huanxi Zen, and now I'm replenishing my energy." Song Qingshu's hateful voice rang.
Zhong Ling was taken aback, a dry and hot lips pressed against her, and she hummed, and she slowly closed her eyes
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