Chapter 84 Chapter 84 [VIP]
Chapter 84
Last night when he went to bed, Qian Tong took off his outer robe and was only wearing a small piece of clothing. Now one arm stretched out from under the quilt, with a large area of snow-white skin pressed against his plain quilt. His five fingers were slightly curled, holding the jade belt that had disappeared from his waist.
Under the bright morning light, the gleam of the jade and the beauty's skin competed for beauty in the small space within the curtain.
That was probably the most beautiful painting he had ever seen in the world.
Song Yunzhi was stunned. He stood there for a long moment before he stepped forward and sat on the bed. He reached out and grasped her smooth arm. Just as he was about to take the belt from her hand, the beauty on the bed stirred, turned around, and opened her eyes, just waking up. She asked him lazily, "Are you awake?"
"Yeah." Song Yunzhi's eyes were gentle, and he whispered, "Someone is coming outside."
The incense he'd lit was so strong, he couldn't get enough sleep. Qian Tong struggled to get up, peeled back the long black hair on his face, and asked, "Was it Wang Zhao or your secret guard who came? Ask if Park Hwai-rang returned to Yangzhou last night, and whether the King of Pyeongchang had fought him..."
Her eyes were still closed as she spoke.
Song Yunzhi reached out and stroked her head, "Sleep a little longer?"
Qian Tong shook his head and handed him the belt. "I'm awake now. It's getting late. Go out and deal with it first. I'll be right back."
"good."
Song Yunzhi stood up, left the bed, took two steps outside, suddenly stopped, turned back, and under Qian Tong's astonished gaze, leaned over and gently kissed her on the forehead.
The gentle touch was like a feather brushing past, and the itchiness seeped into the skin on his forehead, turning into a warm current that spread to his heart. Qian Tong was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, there was still a bit of confusion and surprise on his face.
Song Yunzhi said in a gentle voice, "Tong'er, good morning."
The tenderness in Prince Song's eyes was too tempting. Qian Tong temporarily forgot about his tendency to bite people. He hooked his neck and kissed him on the lips. "Yun Zhen, good morning."
The two of them spent a hazy night and woke up at the same time in the bright morning for the first time.
The night faded away the black veil, and they faced each other soberly. The expressions on their faces were nowhere to hide, and their eyes were too close. There was a familiarity but also a bit of strangeness of first contact. A light blush appeared on the tips of their ears.
Her heartbeat grew heavier, and lust began to sprout again. Before it could surge, Song Yunzhi regained consciousness, pulled the blanket over her bare arms, and said gently, "I'll go out first."
"good."
Only after the person left did Qian Tong touch his burning cheek.
We just kissed last night.
Kiss became like that...
Her tongue still hurts, but she doesn't learn her lesson and wants to kiss him again.
She finally understood the foolish move of her ancestors, "If you lock two people together, something will definitely happen..." They were both young and energetic, so who could bear it?
They had only been in bed together for one day, and she didn't know what would happen if they continued to sleep together...
Beauty can be deceiving. It was already dawn. Fu Yin should have brought back news about King Pingchang. Qian Tong slapped his cheek, forced himself to wake up, and got up to find clothes.
——
Song Yunzhi finally got the belt, tied it up, went to the bathroom to wash up before opening the door.
The people who came in were Wang Zhao and Meng Qing.
Wang Zhaoxian reported, "The princess's coffin has been sent out of the prefectural government, and Prince Pingchang's troops withdrew this morning. Master Shen retreated to the Huainan River estuary to await news from the Crown Prince. He also brought a message to the Crown Prince..."
"What?"
Wang Zhao glanced at the inner room and didn't dare to say anything.
Seeing him like this, Song Yunzhi knew that it was not a good thing to say, and he did not want to hear it, "No need to convey it."
Wang Zhao: ...
Song Yunzhi didn't want to listen. Qian Tong thought that she had heard the voices outside. She lifted the beaded curtain and walked out from the inner room. She asked Wang Zhao: "Cousin Shen said bad things about me again? Did he call me a vixen or a witch?"
She had put on her clothes, but she didn't know how to tie her hair up. She managed to tie it into a bun, which hung loosely behind her head. Her long black hair was so messy that it was unsightly.
Wang Zhao lowered his head and smiled apologetically, "Mrs. Qian... The Crown Prince's Consort is joking. Master Shen never said such a thing..."
He didn't call her a vixen or a witch, but rather a demon. His exact words were, "Tell Brother Song, even if you're engaged, don't believe everything she says. It's always better to be wary of that demon."
Wang Zhao would never dare to say it even if he was beaten to death. If he wanted to say it, he could wait for Master Shen to come back and tell him himself.
After reporting to Wang Zhao, he walked out.
Only Meng Qing was left.
This was the first time Meng Qing had seen Qian Tong since the last time she knocked him unconscious beside the carriage. He felt a little bit resentful and was wary, not daring to go forward.
Qian Tong recognized him and greeted him, "Meng Qing? You're back. How are your injuries? I've already pleaded with your master. All the mistakes are my fault, not yours. I told him not to punish you..."
"The master did not punish me."
Qian Tong was puzzled. "I heard from Lord Wang that you were beaten..."
, and voluntarily accepted the penalty."
"oh."
Qian Tong stood there motionless.
Meng Qing also fell silent.
After a long silence, Qian Tong realized that he had interrupted their conversation. He smiled and said consciously, "You guys continue. I'll go wash up."
After they entered the clean room, Meng Qingcai and Song Yunzhi reported: "We have found it."
Seeing Song Yunzhi begin to flip through the pages, Meng Qing continued, "Duan Yuanjin is Old Master Duan's only son, Young Master Duan. Old Master Duan never remarried and only had one son, whom he cherished since childhood, Duan Yuanjin."
There is no problem with his background.
The same thing Song Yunzhi heard last night.
There was another incident. Meng Qing thought for a moment and reported, "The village has robbed many people in the past, especially during the war years, specifically targeting passing nobles. According to information gathered by my subordinates, more than ten years ago, when Madam Pei of the Duke of Dingguo's Mansion passed by this area, she was robbed by Old Master Duan. The young master of the Duke of Dingguo's Mansion fell into Old Master Duan's hands, and he later used the incident to extort a large sum of money."
The young master of the Dingguo Mansion, Pei Yancong, is Miss Song's fiancé.
When the two were still pregnant, the old man of the Pei family and the old man of the Song family had arranged for them to be engaged. Now that this feud was discovered, Meng Qing had to report it.
During the ten years of war, countless ruffians and bandits emerged in order to survive. Burning, killing and looting were the norm. I am afraid that not only the Duke of Dingguo's Mansion, but other nobles have also been robbed by him.
Recruiting is a matter of time, let's talk about it after meeting Young Master Duan.
——
When Qian Tong came out after washing up, Meng Qing had already left.
Without Song Yunzhi's permission, her maidservant was not allowed to enter. Seeing that the bun on her head was about to fall off, Song Yunzhi called her over.
After he untied her hair and held it in his hand, Qian Tong realized that he wanted to tie her hair up. It was no wonder that she was suspicious. She really couldn't believe that the noble and aloof Prince Song would tie his hair up.
"Can the prince do it?" Qian Tong asked. If he couldn't, she was not sure if she could still tie her hair into the bun she had just done.
"Don't move." Song Yunzhi turned her shoulders back.
Dayu had been at peace for six years, and the main focus was on restoring people's livelihood. There were not so many rules and regulations governing people's clothing. Nowadays, women's headdresses are varied and they can wear whatever they like.
She has too much hair and it is very difficult to comb. Usually, Fu Yin combs her hair for her. I wonder what Prince Song will do today.
I hadn't held out much hope, thinking that at worst I could just wait for Fu Yin to come and comb my hair again, but Prince Song was prepared. He pulled out a box of ribbons from somewhere and pushed it in front of her, "Pick out whatever color you like."
Qian Tong was stunned. "When did you buy it?"
Compared to the only blue headband last time, this time Prince Song gave her many choices, and the material of the headband was also better than last time.
After the kiss, the treatment was indeed different and he became more generous.
Song Yunzhi didn't answer, still holding her black hair in his hand, and asked her, "Which one?"
Qian Tong picked out two brightly colored ones and handed them to him. No matter how her hair was combed, she would accept it no matter how it was combed just because of Prince Song's attitude.
Prince Song's hands were very gentle, and she didn't feel any pain. The jade comb gently stroked her hair. It was hard to tell whether he was skilled or not, but it was obvious that he didn't seem like a novice.
From the initial disapproval, Qian Tong gradually developed some anticipation and asked him, "Sir, can you comb your hair?"
"Um."
Qian Tong was surprised: "How could you do that? Have you combed your hair for other young ladies before?"
"I told you not to." Song Yunzhi poked her cheek with his knuckles and replied, "No."
Prince Song was concentrating on tying her hair, and it was obvious that he didn't want to talk to her, so Qian Tong waited quietly. As time passed, an indescribable sense of tranquility flowed between the two of them.
Even Qian Tong's eagerness to know the news slowly calmed down. She sat there obediently, accepting her fiancé's gentle treatment.
Qian Tong endured for a while, but couldn't help asking, "Yun Zhen, is this how our life will be after we get married?"
Song Yunzhi paused his movements, not knowing whether she liked it or not.
Then I heard her say: "After getting married, I want to come every morning. Can I kiss the prince? Can the prince comb my hair every morning?" She was too bored and would feel suffocated if she didn't speak.
Song Yunzhi answered her without any hesitation, "If you want, you can."
He was about to marry her, and she would be his wife. He would give her everything she wanted and needed without reservation.
Qian Tong thought about it.
She wanted to kiss the prince every day, to see him blushing, yet serious and calm. He looked like a gentleman on a daily basis, but if she provoked him, he could do something outrageous.
"Prince, are you done?" If she continued to be immersed in this, she would just want to lie in his arms and do nothing.
When Song Yunzhao came in, Song Yunzhi had just finished combing her hair.
Song Yunzhao had heard yesterday that Qian Tong had moved into the prefectural government, but a bunch of women from the palace came over and talked to her, so she couldn't get away. This morning, after they left, she finally had time to rush over. Seeing Song Yunzhi tying up Madam Qian's hair, she wasn't surprised and greeted him, "Brother, sister-in-law."
Qian Tong looked up.
After taking a look at the fairy-like sister-in-law, I felt a little uneasy and asked her with my eyes, "How is it? Is it ugly?"
Song Yunzhao noticed her worry and comforted her, "Don't worry, sister-in-law. My brother always combed my hair when I was a child. Mother said that helping each other helps each other and fosters a strong bond. It will also be an extra skill for my brother when he gets married." She smiled and said, "It shows that mother has foresight. I used it today, and it looks much better than the one she used to comb me back then..."
No wonder.
I have never combed the hair of other girls.
My younger sister doesn't count.
Soon Qian Tong saw the results of Prince Song's work in the bronze mirror. He had actually tied up her hair into a double bun.
Qian Tong was shocked and delighted, and turned around and praised from the bottom of his heart: "The prince is amazing."
Song Yunzhi accepted her compliment without saying a word.
Song Yunzhao stood aside and took in the look on his brother's face. At first, he was curious about what kind of merchant girl could make him write such a resolute statement in the letter that he would marry no one else but her.
After meeting Qian Tong, he felt that the young lady who could make his brother bow down was like Madam Qian.
Song Yunzhao hadn't thanked Qian Tong enough for accepting so many things from her the day before yesterday. Today, she came to greet her solemnly. Seeing Song Yunzhi getting up to pack up the comb handle and box, she stepped forward and said to Qian Tong, "Thank you so much, sister-in-law. There's no need to be so extravagant..."
"It's just a small gift, nothing special. I hope you don't mind it." Qian Tong completely forgot what Prince Song had told her, and was only trying to please her sister-in-law: "Are you free today? I'll take you shopping."
Song Yunzhi put away the comb handle and turned back. Just as he was about to warn him, Qian Tong said to him, "Your Highness, please be busy first. I'll take Sister Zhao to have breakfast."
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