Song Qingshu looked at her beautiful eyes and couldn't help but sigh: "At this point, what's the point of saying this?"

The woman in yellow was stunned and soon realized that everything had settled. Now that it was settled, no, it actually had no effect on the result.

"But I still want to know!" The woman in yellow raised her head, with a hint of stubbornness on her face. If she could always remain rational, she would not be a woman.

Song Qingshu was a little surprised. Seeing her hopeful eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally replied: "Yes!"

"I thought you would at least find a reasonable reason to deceive me." The woman in yellow-shirt showed a bitterness on her face, and she became a little lost in an instant.

Song Qingshu looked at the distant night sky and said slowly: "It's meaningless to lie to you. Even if I say I didn't deliberately delay, you won't believe it in your heart."

"I understand." The woman in yellow clothes turned around and wanted to leave. But after walking two steps, she stopped and asked, "What are you going to treat the official family?"

"He won't die." Song Qingshu answered briefly.

The woman in yellow clothes continued to ask, "Do you want to treat him as a puppet?"

"Zhao Gou is not a good emperor," Song Qingshu did not answer directly, "I guess you know this more than me."

"But he is the most legitimate emperor, and this is also the Zhao family's kingdom!" The woman in yellow dress was a little angry.

"The Zhao family's country?" Song Qingshu smiled jokingly, "It was the Guo family's country a hundred years ago!"

The woman in yellow opened her mouth, but could not refute that the mutiny of Taizu Chen Qiaoyi and the position of the wrong person was well known to everyone in the world, but she was unwilling to be led by him in the end, and said, "No matter how it is, it is not the Song family."

"Do you still have any kindness in the kings, princes, generals and ministers?" Song Qingshu replied in a deep voice, "The words of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang were one of the spiritual cores of the Chinese nation for thousands of years. As the saying goes, "It is better to help than to be a good person but not to help. If the emperor loses the people's hearts, what's wrong with changing the emperor?"

The woman in yellow opened her mouth in shock: "You...you really have the ambition to be an emperor! Then what is the difference between you and Jia Sidao and the like?"

"Of course there is a difference!" Song Qingshu replied without thinking, "I don't deny that there are many selfish thoughts in it, but my main purpose is to fight against the unprecedentedly powerful Mongolia. History has proved that relying on your Zhao family, you will only bring everyone in the abyss and will not escape the ending of destruction."

"You are making a fuss. A few years ago, the imperial court defeated Mongolia several times in Sichuan, Xiangyang and other places. Why was it destined to bring destruction to everyone?" The woman in yellow was extremely angry.

"This is really unexplainable." Song Qingshu's tone was full of melancholy. It was impossible to tell her that the Song Dynasty was destroyed by Mongolia in history, and then the Song people became the lowest fourth-class person.

"So these are all excuses. I used to think of you..." When she said this, the woman in yellow tucked her red lips tightly, and finally said nothing, she turned around and left.

Looking at the yellow-shirted woman's back as she left, Song Qingshu murmured to herself: "I want to give my thoughts to Yaoqin, but I have few soulmates, but who knows the broken strings." The yellow-shirted woman's reaction was actually as expected. He didn't blame the other party for resenting him, but he thought about the favorability that he had finally gained, and instantly returned to zero. He was still very sad.

"I linger in the flowers all day long, but all women in the world are not all fools!" At this time, a sneer came from behind. Looking back, a graceful and charming woman stood not far away, and her usual bright and charming face is now covered with a layer of frost.

"Madam, too, come and ask for guilt?" Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, and the woman in front of him was naturally Li Qingluo.

"Shouldn't I come to ask for the crime?" Li Qingluo said gritting his teeth, "In order to help you, I will use Yuyan as a guise. But how could you really make a fuss about Yuyan? He said it in front of so many people, and asked Yuyan to marry others in the future?"

She could use Yu Yan's marriage privately to convince Wang Ziteng, but publicly speaking, it was another matter. Song Qingshu beat the snake and followed the stick and made her extremely angry.

"Thank you for your kindness, Madam, for trying to win over Wang Ziteng for me before." Song Qingshu bowed respectfully.

"Don't change the subject!" Li Qingluo didn't accept his trick at all. "I'm so dedicated to you. I never thought you were just taking the initiative. Are you shameless?"

"Madam, I misunderstood," Song Qingshu hurriedly explained, "Isn't I saying that to win the trust of Wang Ziteng? When you told him before, he obviously didn't believe it. I said the same thing without saying the same confession to you, which made him believe that it was true and thus led to cooperation between us."

"But..." Although Li Qingluo felt that what he said made some sense, she always felt that something was wrong.

"Mrs. I'm just worried about Yu Yan's reputation," Song Qingshu explained with a smile. "Mrs. You can rest assured about this. There were not many people present at that time. Zhao Gou was already a useless person. In the future, under our control, could he go out to promote it? The other few people are all our own people, who would go out to talk nonsense?"

"You really didn't have that kind of thought?" Li Qingluo said half-believingly.

"Yu Yan seems to be covered with smoke and clouds at any time. She is simply a fairy with her own beauty effect. If you don't fall in love with her, it can only prove that this person is not a man." Seeing Li Qingluo's face slightly change, Song Qingshu changed his tone, "It's just that with our relationship, she is just a junior to me. How could I be that kind of beastly person?"

"There is no best," Li Qingluo snorted, "not only are they not allowed to take action, but they don't even think about it!"

"I can't even think about it?" Song Qingshu was stunned.

Li Qingluo was immediately furious: "You really think about it!" Her temper was already a little hot, and she couldn't help but slap his chest with a palm.

Song Qingshu immediately sprayed a mouthful of blood and fell down softly.

Li Qingluo was startled and hurriedly supported him, with a hint of panic in his voice: "What's wrong with you? I didn't use much force."

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "The Grand Master is not that easy to kill. I suffered severe internal injuries during the day. I just didn't want others to see the truth, so I was forced to do it."

Li Qingluo was worried that his injury would aggravate, so she didn't dare to move him. She knelt on the ground, hugged him in her arms, and gently supported his head on his thighs. Her tone was full of anger: "Then you are going to heal Huang Yaoshi! Do you want to win her favor when Huang Rong is beautiful?"

Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile: "Why, is Madam jealous?"

"It's time, and I'm still joking here," Li Qingluo glared at him angrily, took out a Nine-turn Bear Snake Pill from his arms and fed it into his mouth, "Stop talking, use your energy to resolve the medicine and regulate your breathing well."

I visited Wuyazi and Li Qiushui before in Leigu Mountain. They gave her a lot of healing medicines from the Xiaoyao Sect to protect herself.

"Don't worry, help me back to your room first." Song Qingshu said.

Li Qingluo hesitated a little: "Will your injury worsen?"

Song Qingshu smiled and said, "I'm not a porcelain doll, don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

Li Qingluo thought that it would be inappropriate if someone else saw the two of them sticking together so intimately, so she stood up and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and helped him into the house.

After entering the room, he closed the door casually. Li Qingluo helped him to the bed and sat down: "You should heal your wounds quickly."

Song Qingshu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "I need my wife to help me."

Li Qingluo couldn't help but snorted: "Aren't you afraid that I will take advantage of others' danger? At this time, use Beiming's magical skills to absorb all your cultivation."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "You didn't try it last time, but you lost your wife and soldiers, but I was a good deal."

Li Qingluo's face turned red. Thinking that the two of them were still enemies and not friends at that time, they took advantage of the time when he was healing his wounds for him to absorb his skills. As a result, his true energy of joy made the virgin turn into a slut. She even pounced on him shamelessly.

She still remembered the feeling at that time even though she still remembered it freshly, now that she was mentioned, her whole body felt hot.

Suddenly he noticed something strange in his body and found the other party's Lushan claws. Li Qingluo was both angry and funny: "When is it that time for you little bastard, and you still want to make trouble."

"I want to heal my wounds." Song Qingshu answered seriously.

Li Qingluo was a little annoyed: "If you want to heal your wounds, don't you hurry up and treat it?" Her body seemed to be a little more sensitive. She was hugged and hugged by him. She already felt that she was seriously injured at this time. She was worried about his body, and secondly, she was afraid that she would not be able to get up and down and feel uncomfortable being teased, so she hurriedly pushed him away.

"Madam, have you forgotten what skills I have practiced? I am just healing this way." Song Qingshu hugged her plump and soft body, leaned into her ear and whispered.

Feeling the heat in her ears, Li Qingluo's heart trembled. At this time, she also thought of the characteristics of the other party's martial arts and couldn't help but spit: "Such evil kung fu is actually from Buddhism, it's really..."

She could not continue to say the following words. She was a body that was extremely mature. She felt the masculinity of a man's body. She felt that her body was a little bit greasy and couldn't help but hugging the man tightly...

After a while, Li Qingluo finally realized that something was wrong: "You bastard, the dragon spirit tiger suddenly looked like he was seriously injured."

Song Qingshu chuckled: "I'm really healing."

"Bah, you must have pretended to be seriously injured just now to divert my attention." Li Qingluo's cheeks were flushed, and she wanted to bite the other party hard, but she was also worried that he was really injured and reluctant to let him go.

"It does have a disguise, but it's true that I was injured." Song Qingshu hurriedly explained.

"Then I warn you again, don't make any idea of ​​Yuyan." Li Qingluo said hatefully.

"Yes, yes, yes~" Song Qingshu replied absent-mindedly.

"You bastard!" Li Qingluo suddenly exclaimed, because he noticed that when he mentioned Yu Yan just now, the other party's body had changed significantly.

"It's not my fault, my body's natural reaction." Song Qingshu said with a wry smile.

"No, I will definitely let Yu Yan stay away from you in the future. It's too dangerous." Li Qingluo bit his shoulder hard.

"Hiss~" Song Qingshu took a deep breath, "Madam is so angry. In order to thank her for her kindness for healing me, I will relieve the fire for her."

"Um"

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Chapter completed!