Chapter 92: Bending knees, the mouth is very hard, but the kiss is soft......

Seeing the woman and the child being dragged into the house by the servants of the Song Mansion, the onlookers all broke out in a cold sweat for the poor mother and child.

Once the door was closed, all prying eyes from outside were blocked out, and no one could see anything.

The door bolt fell, locking Changfeng Jiyu out of the house. The woman's face was pale and the child was breathing weakly. Xiangyu directed one or two servants to half-support and half-carry the mother and child forward.

Song Xieqing glanced down at the nearly unconscious mother and son. He was silent for a moment before finally saying, "Find them a quiet place to stay. Send a few people to guard Madam Yu. Madam Yu is not allowed to leave the Song Mansion without my permission."

Xiangyu agreed readily. The most secluded and habitable place in the mansion was undoubtedly the side courtyard. However, the side courtyard was already filled with beauties sent by people with ulterior motives from all sides. Naturally, it was not suitable for the mother and son to stay there. Xiangyu secretly calculated that it seemed that he had to find another house to clean up.

If he were to tell her, Young Master shouldn't get involved in this mess! This woman is both tactless and doesn't know when to act. If she really wants to cause trouble, she should just let her do it! Why take on this trouble?

After Xiangyu escorted the mother and child into the corridor, Song Xieqing turned his head and looked at Zhu Hao who was silently holding an umbrella for him.

She had also been caught in a lot of rain. Her hair, which usually fluttered in the wind, was now wet and stuck to her cheeks. Her spring clothes were soaked, outlining the woman's thin figure. Her clear eyes were slightly red due to the wind and rain, making her look pitiful.

His eyes passed by Li Mizhang, who had been standing under the porch to avoid the rain. Song Xieqing's expression remained unchanged, and he only looked back at Zhu Hao. "Take a hot bath, change clothes, and come see me."

Zhu Hao didn't ask why, but just nodded slightly. Finally, he gently reminded her, "Remember to take a bath and don't catch a cold."

Song Xieqing said "hmm".

…

In the quiet room, a faint fragrance lingers in the air.

In fact, he seldom lit incense and did not like burning incense. When Xiangyu heard that Zhu Hao was coming, he lit it on his own, thinking that girls preferred these elegant things.

Song Xieqing was too lazy to stop him, so he followed Xiangyu.

At that time, Zhu Hao had been sitting in the quiet room for a long time. She took a sip of the ginger tea handed to her by the servant. When the tea was almost gone, Song Xieqing put down the book in his hand and looked at her.

Seeing that he finally had some free time, Zhu Hao walked forward with her skirt lifted. Both of them had bathed, and their black hair was untied, hanging wetly on their shoulders. Zhu Hao moved closer, and a few strands of her black hair became entangled with his.

The woman did not shy away, her eyes fixed on his chest as she asked, "How is your injury?"

She was more polite today than she was last night. She no longer plucked at his clothes directly, but asked first, "Song Xieqing, can you let me take a look?"

There were only two people in the quiet room at this moment. Although incense was lit in the room, she was so close that Song Xieqing could no longer distinguish the other fragrances. He could only smell the faint sweet scent emanating from the woman in front of him.

What kind of soapberry was she using? Why was it so intoxicating? ... Since she was in the Song residence, they should have the same things, so why was she the only one exuding this fragrance? Or... was it something she was born with?

Song Xieqing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he tilted his head awkwardly, leaning his body back slightly.

"A man and a woman alone, you..."

Zhu Hao immediately called a halt. Even with her eyes closed, she could guess what he was going to say. The corners of her lips curved slightly, her eyes clear and bright. "Young Master was caught in the rain just now. I just wanted to take a look at the injury. I stand upright, walk straight, and have no distracting thoughts. But Young Master kept talking about a single man and a single woman..."

She suddenly leaned forward, her wet hair brushing against the back of Song Xieqing's hand. "Could it be... Young Master thinks I have other intentions besides inspecting him? Or... Young Master, what are you afraid of? If you're really just worried about a single man and a single woman, then you can just call all the servants over to watch. That way, we won't be single men and single women anymore."

Song Xieqing lost all his eloquence, frowned slightly, and said, "Slippery tongue."

He said no more, but put on the leather belt around his waist and slowly untied it. His clothes were half-removed, revealing his curvy arms. On his well-muscled chest, there was a half-palm-long knife wound with a dark red scab.

Song Xieqing didn't want to waste too long on such a trivial matter. He was just about to put on his clothes when he felt a sticky warmth covering the wound.

The girl's palms were soft, with a lingering dampness from a bath, like a drop of boiling honey, seeping into the skin along the wound and burning into the bone marrow.

He shuddered as if struck by lightning, his whole body stiffening.

Such a private wound is usually hidden under clothes. How could she touch it so unscrupulously?

Zhu Hao's fingertips gently stroked Song Xieqing's wound, and his warm and rapid breath brushed her earlobe. Zhu Hao paused, raised her eyes, and was caught off guard by a pair of eyes that were completely different from the usual ones.

It is quiet, yet it seems to be suppressing a raging wave, like a dormant beast salivating over its prey within reach.

She withdrew her hand and gave him a faint smile. "When did the scab form? Is the medicine I gave you last night ready to use? This medicine was forced upon me by a little boy at a street vendor... He spoke of it as miraculous, but the stall was deserted... I saw the boy's ragged clothes, and thought his family must be struggling, so I thought I'd give it a try."

"Of course... I've already had this medicine tested to make sure it's non-toxic before giving it to you." At this point, Zhu Hao's voice suddenly lowered, and he muttered, "Song Xieqing, I don't have any Ying Dynasty copper coins on me, so I had no choice but to ask the little boy to come to my house today. Look, Song Xieqing, this medicine isn't for me, right? So, if that kid shows up later..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Hao's wrist suddenly tightened. He pulled her forward, and Zhu Hao staggered and half fell on him. Song Xieqing's other hand was wrapped around her waist, which was so thin that it could be grasped in one hand.

He had no idea how hot his hand around her waist was, and most likely he didn't even realize that his fingertips were rubbing her waist intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhu Hao fell silent suddenly. Song Xieqing's eyes were deep and his voice was hoarse: "You think I'm a drug tester, right?"

This sounded a bit sour. Zhu Hao took the initiative to move closer and held his face with both hands. "Xie Qing, then tell me, is it useful?"

Song Xieqing opened his eyes slightly and quickly turned his head away, but his arms uncontrollably pulled the person closer, their knees touching, and the temperature in this small space continued to rise.

A wisp of wet hair hung down from the collarbone of the woman's delicate skin. The water droplets at the end of her hair sank into the undulations of her clothes, revealing a hint of charming spring scenery.

He looked away, no longer bothered about being used to test the medicine, and simply said, "Before I applied this medicine, the scab was soft and festering, but now it's much better."

Zhu Hao raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking that Song Xieqing would not be so careless with her on such a small matter. She did not expect that the medicine of the market boy was really effective. Considering that Song Xieqing was in the court, with a high position but little power, and was often assassinated or slandered, she had to prepare more good medicine when the boy came.

She really liked being close to him, but her current posture made her waist more or less sore. But if she really snuggled into his arms, this man would probably come up with some kind of strict rule about sex and not touching each other.

It was obvious that he also liked to be close to her, but his mouth was very hard, even though his mouth was soft when kissing...

After thinking about it, Zhu Hao took a step back and stood up to stretch his muscles.

Wen Xiang, who was leaning on his arms, left suddenly. Song Xieqing didn't show it on his face, but he felt an indescribable disappointment in his heart.

His fingertips caressed the woman's remaining warmth. Song Xieqing suppressed his feelings and asked her, "Did you and Chenghua hurt His Majesty? Where was the injury?"

Jiang Zhi had not attended court for half a month. He had been on the throne for three years, and before that, the longest he had been absent from court was only seven days.

But Jiang Zhi was able to reject the memorial to surrender the city and immediately order the arrest of Cheng Hua and Zhu Hao on the day of the incident, which shows that their lives were safe. However, he had not been in court for half a month and even did not see him, so he must have been injured to some extent.

However, Chenghua did not mention a single word about his injury in the letter.

Zhu Hao was stunned when he heard this. Since he was willing to ask about the details of what happened in the palace that day, he really believed that she was from the new dynasty a hundred years later.

But... where is the injury...

She twisted her sleeves, looking shy.

Zhu Hao lowered his eyes and glanced down at himself.

When she realized belatedly that her daughter didn't have that thing, Zhu Hao's slightly evasive eyes fixed on Song Xieqing, moving down inch by inch, and finally fixed on some unspeakable place.

Song Xieqing lowered his head following her gaze: "..."

The feeling that had made him distracted just now was now like being poured with cold water. Not only did the burning and stuffy feeling disappear, but he even felt a faint phantom pain.

…

Two days later, the Wanshou Festival arrived. Music and singing filled the air everywhere in Yingdu, colorful silks were hung on branches, and lanterns illuminated the streets.

There is a rule in the Ying Dynasty that on the emperor’s birthday, after the grand banquet in the palace, the emperor must go on a personal tour to celebrate with the people.

As the emperor's teacher, Song Xiqing should go to the palace to attend the banquet.

As Song Xieqing expected, Jiang Zhi was not seen in the Golden Palace. The young emperor only sent people to prepare delicacies, fine wines, and several beautiful prostitutes to entertain him. But unexpectedly, Jiang Zhi left the palace banquet and went out to patrol the streets.

At that time, Zhu Hao was holding Qi'an's hand and preparing to go out. Qi'an was General Yu's son, and was now only a little boy.

Song Xieqing only clearly forbade women from leaving the house, but he did not restrict the child, who was not even half grown. If he was always confined in the deep courtyard, not to mention the children, even the adults would get bored and become sick. What's more, his mother was in poor spirits, and Qi'an was as playful as a monkey. Keeping the mother and son together would not be conducive to the mother's rest.

Qi'an was a simple-minded person, so Zhu Hao coaxed him into smiling and following him obediently with just a few pieces of malt candy.

Since today is the emperor's birthday, Yingdu must be decorated with lights and full of celebration. Song Xiqing gave her some money the day before yesterday. Although it was not a lot, it was enough for her to take a child to the market and buy some small things to relieve boredom.

Unexpectedly, as the adult and the child stepped out of the Song Mansion, they were greeted by fluttering flags and solemn ceremonial guards. The dragon patterns on them clearly revealed the identities of the visitors.

Six red horses rode side by side, pulling a magnificent golden and jade-brilliant carriage. The imperial bells rang crisply, and the people accompanying them all knelt on the ground. The sound of the wind stagnated, and the imperial bells were silent.

Before the dust settled, a fragrant carriage with three horses pulling abreast came from the side, with a line of solemn guards in front, and leading the way was none other than Mei Lianjun in light armor.

The curtain of the carriage was half rolled up, and a slender figure could be vaguely seen. Mei Lianjun stepped forward to support him, and the person in the sedan chair walked down slowly. The curtains and gauze made it difficult to see his true appearance, but this person walked with dignity and dignity, and walked straight towards the golden sedan chair with dragon pattern.

Instantly, the sound of thunderous shouts filled the air: "Long live your majesty! May your life be as great as the heavens!"

Upon hearing the voice, the beautifully dressed woman in the veil performed the ceremony. Mei Lianjun touched the ground with one knee, and her light armor clanged. Upon seeing this, Zhu Hao hurriedly pulled Qi'an to kneel down together.

Until everyone's knees were sore from kneeling and their heavy clothes were soaked with sweat from the scorching sun, the imperial carriage slowly lifted the heavy curtains.

Jiang Zhi stepped on the bowed backs of the palace maids and got down from the imperial carriage.

Zhu Hao hid in the crowd, glanced at the holy face inconspicuously, and then calmly shifted his gaze to Mei Lianjun who was kneeling not far away and the woman behind the veil who was bowing and performing the ceremony.

It is recorded in history books that Princess Suiping was once trapped in the palace. She was disfigured by a fire and her voice was choked by smoke. I think this woman in Mili was the one.

Zhu Hao vaguely recalled the ending of Princess Suiping and Mei Lianjun recorded in history books.

The former was killed in the palace coup, while the latter died in a foreign land while defending the pass to protect the people of Xiayang.

So much so that a hundred years later, Ayin turned into a lonely soul, still wandering in the human world, embarking on the journey home again and again.

The hem of her skirt, which was pressed against her knees, was faintly stained with blood, probably because it hit the gravel. Zhu Hao bit her lower lip tightly, swallowing the sharp pain.

Zhu Hao was undoubtedly in a kneeling and submissive posture at the moment, but a new fire was gradually rising in the depths of his eyes, which might start a prairie fire.

How harsh is the world to women? To this day, she not only wants to save Song Xieqing, but also wants to save her and them.

I also want to save myself.

With her small body, she straightened her spine and stood up in the cruel Ying Dynasty.