Chapter 83 Chapter 83 [VIP]
Chapter 82
On a quiet night, the girl under the light climbed onto him, like a demon or a spirit, and asked if he blamed her.
Is it strange?
She hired bandits to kill the current princess, and sowed discord between Prince Pyeongchang and the Park family, causing unrest in Yangzhou and even leading the prefect by the nose. Each of these acts was against the law and unforgivable. But if there was a deep family blood feud behind this, the unjustified deaths of the Qian family's eldest son and more than a hundred servants would all be excusable.
Song Yunzhi's back tensed up because of her approach, and his breath was filled with the girl's fragrance.
He swallowed hard, finally understanding why public business couldn't be mixed with private matters.
My thoughts have been eroded by the soft fragrance, how can I blame it?
Her fingers scraped against her belt, and the skin along her waist became a plaything for her fingertips. He reached out and hugged her waist, preventing her from moving. He lowered his eyes to see the stars in her gaze, and asked in a low voice, "Who is Duan Yuanjin? How did you know him?"
He was not the only one being corrupted by personal feelings at this time.
His palm was only separated from her skin by a thin layer of fabric, and the heat transmitted through it, burning. Qian Tong's body trembled at his intimate embrace. She wanted to move back a little, but it was too late. She couldn't sit still, so she simply lay in his arms, making their posture even closer. Her cheek rested on his chest, and her ears were filled with his pounding heartbeat. Qian Tong's thoughts were intermittent, and she said dazedly, "He's a bandit born and bred in Yangzhou City. After the war, the village was in danger, so I took the opportunity to bribe him. I thought that instead of being harassed by him from time to time, it would be better for Wang Dong to feed him."
At that time, the village was still ruled by Old Man Duan, and Young King Duan came out to rob goods.
When Qian Tong saw him for the first time, he thought he had made a mistake. He couldn't understand how a bandit's son could be so handsome and good-looking.
Perhaps because he could see that she was a girl, Young Prince Duan let her go.
Qian Tong persisted, "Does Young Prince Duan look down on me? Why did he rob them but not me? Is it because I'm a young lady?"
Perhaps he didn't see the prey and insisted on dying. Duan Shaowang's horse fell back and he looked at her like a fool. "So what do you want?"
Qian Tong pointed to the carriages behind him and said generously, "Don't underestimate me, young lady. You have to rob this batch of grain today, whether you want to or not."
Before Duan Yuanjin could recover, Qian Tong said to him, "The grain was taken. Remember to return the carriage to me. Do you know where I live? The Qian family, yes, that fabulously wealthy Qian family. I'm the seventh child in the Qian family, Qian Tong."
That batch of food saved the lives of the people in the village.
Duan Yuanjin also became a hidden snobbish force hidden behind Qian Tong. The four major families have been troubled by him over the years, but they can't do anything about him, and it is also because she, Qian Tong, secretly tipped off the secrets.
Qian Tong said, "He's not a bad person. Apart from robbing the four major merchants in the past few years, he has never harmed innocent people. Last time, when the Second Madam tried to kill the Crown Prince, he even saved his life. Can the Crown Prince let him go?"
Song Yunzhi remained silent.
She leaned on his chest, and her breath hit his chest when she spoke, making him feel numb and tingling, and his heart was restless.
But one thing is for sure, bandits are bandits, and they are barbaric by nature. Even if they haven't robbed innocent people in recent years, in the past, if she cut off their supplies and their survival was in danger, they could guarantee that they would not attack innocent people.
Song Yunzhi did not agree with her on this point.
If there are truly some of them who have reformed themselves, they will accept the imperial court's offer of amnesty.
Seeing that he wouldn't compromise, Qian Tong didn't force him. He scratched his chest for a moment, then, seeing him looking down, whispered to him, "Your secret guards have been playing the flute for two nights. If the prince really wants to see him, there's no need to go to such lengths. I can let you meet, but you have to promise it won't be a Hongmen Feast."
Song Yunzhi: ...
"Yeah." After a while, Song Yunzhi responded to her.
Qian Tong then said, "Well, it's getting late, shouldn't we rest?"
She lay on top of him, turning over and over from time to time, making his clothes disheveled. Song Yunzhi's voice became increasingly low as he asked her, "Anything else?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw her suddenly stand up from him, and a finger poked her heart, the soft flesh there was dented, "Come, Prince, cut it open."
Song Yunzhi had no choice but to move her fingers away. "Okay, I believe you."
The words were said, but with the two of them in this position, how should they end it?
The flame in the wick jumped several times, struggled for a while and burned again. The flame was not as bright as before. Qian Tong's fingers were still held in his hand. He knelt between his legs and wanted to get up, so he had to use him as a support.
It was not known whether Prince Song had forgotten to let her go, or was afraid that she would do something wrong again, so he hesitated to let her go. Qian Tong had no choice but to support his chest with his other hand and lean forward.
Song Yunzhi's throat rolled.
The heartbeat under his palm was pounding strongly. Qian Tong couldn't help it. He lowered his eyes and there was only the heartbeat in the silence beside his ears. A layer of deep black veil allowed the web of love to spread and be swallowed by desire.
Qian Tong looked at his dark eyes and thought to himself that when the prince was moved, the color in his eyes would become very seductive.
His eyes slowly moved down, and she followed them, and fixed on her lips.
.
Shortness of breath and hot feeling in the chest.
Song Yunzhi leaned over, and Qian Tong closed her eyes. When their lips were about to touch, he suddenly turned his face away, ran his hands through her cold black hair, and pinched her shoulders tightly, "I haven't bathed yet."
Qian Tong was pushed away by him and didn't react. He just sat there in a daze.
It wasn't until Song Yunzhi went out the door and called the guards to bring in water that she came back to her senses. She stared, not caring whether the guards outside the door heard her or not. "Kiss me, do you want to take a bath too?"
Does he have to be so particular?
The guard outside the door lowered his head to his chest, and Song Yunzhi turned his head as well, but he said nothing. He went into the house as if nothing had happened to prepare some clean clothes, letting the heat on the back of his neck slowly spread to his ears.
I didn’t get to kiss you, and my mouth is dry.
The tea brewed by Prince Song had already gone cold. Qian Tong drank a cup of it, then turned around to see that he had taken off his belt and placed it in front of the dressing table. He said to her, "If you feel sleepy, take a rest first."
Qian Tong was not sleepy, but she was tired, so she didn't wait for him to wash herself and lay down for a while.
The two of them haven't gotten married yet, so they shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed.
But Qian Tong was never a woman who followed reason and rules. There was only one bed in the prince's room, and she couldn't sleep on the cold and hard chaise longue.
Having slept in his bed for two nights, Qian Tong walked into the inner room as if he were familiar with the place. He lay on the couch with his back. Not knowing whether he would lie inside or outside when he came back, he moved to the inside first, intending to ask him after he finished taking a shower.
She didn't know what kind of incense was lit in the prince's room, but every time she rested there, she felt sleepy.
Closing my eyes, the jumping images in my mind gradually quieted down, and my suspended consciousness returned to its place, like a person who had been walking in the air for a long time, finally landing on the solid ground.
She didn't know when she fell asleep, but she was woken by a kiss.
The moment her consciousness emerged from the chaos, her lips had been wantonly pried open. A refreshing breath enveloped her and seeped into her nose. Her already drowsy head became even more confused. She murmured softly, "Prince..."
Has he finished his bath?
The fatal suffocation forced her to whimper, "You kissed me again..."
As soon as she finished speaking, her chin was lifted up and she heard Song Yunzhi say, "Then open your eyes."
How can I open my eyes? I’m so sleepy.
Qian Tong barely opened her eyes a crack, and with the help of the light from the outer room, she finally saw the hazy face of Prince Song. Like her, he was not sleepy at all, and his eyes were clear as he stared at her sleepy eyes.
After making sure she saw him, he lowered his eyes again and lightly touched the tip of her nose with his lips.
Qian Tong curled up slightly, with her hands pressed together. Song Yunzhi glanced at her hanging arms, which were limply placed on his chest without any strength. He raised his head and kissed her lips again.
Taking advantage of the last bit of night, the prince gave her a very passionate kiss.
Qian Tong raised his head to meet her, swallowing the sound of breaking into his mouth. Just when she was about to be burned, the breath of Song Shizi suddenly swept under her ear and asked, "Why are you crying?"
Since you don’t like him anymore, why should you cry for him?
Qian Tong's face was covered by a few strands of hair, and his breathing was slightly red from drunkenness, and it was already in a mess.
Unable to withstand his teasing, Qian Tong clutched the open collar of his shirt at his waist with both hands. Her eyes opened, wet and confused. She didn't cry...
If she cried, that was fine. She asked doubtfully, "Did the prince cry when he kissed me..."
——
Qian Tong really cried.
The tip of his tongue hurt so much that tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. At that moment, Song Yunzhi's kiss ended and he got up and went outside to light some incense to comfort the soul.
Qian Tong curled up on the bed, covering his mouth to avoid the tip of his tongue, and cried out in pain: "It will be swollen when I wake up tomorrow. I will never kiss you again..."
Song Yunzhi said nothing, returned to the bed, endured the pain, covered her with the quilt, and did not dare to touch her again, "It's getting late, go to bed."
The soothing incense took effect, and the chattering in my ears soon quieted down.
The next morning, both of them were fast asleep.
Several groups of people had come outside. Knowing that Madam Qian had rested inside last night, no one dared to knock on the door. Everyone pushed each other, and the noise woke up Song Yunzhi.
Song Yunzhi turned his head and saw the young lady beside him sleeping soundly.
It was almost the end of summer, and the temperature in the morning and evening was just right. She was wrapped in a thin quilt, curled up, with her long black hair spread out on the pillow, revealing only her forehead and a pair of tightly closed eyes.
The two of them didn't fall asleep until almost dawn last night.
He got off the bed quietly without disturbing her. He combed his hair, put on the jade crown, and put on his robe. Only then did he realize that the belt he had placed on the dressing table last night was missing.
I searched around but couldn't find it.
The people outside were still waiting, so Song Yunzhi had no choice but to walk to the threshold of the inner room. Not sure if the young lady on the bed was aware of what was going on, he tried to ask, "Qian Tong, where is my belt?"
Qian Tong was half asleep, and upon hearing this, he subconsciously reached under the quilt.
Last night, she was afraid that he would run away again in the middle of the night, so she took the belt he had left on the dressing table and brought it to the bed. After searching for a while, she finally found it and stretched out her hand, "Here."
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