Chapter 73
As the saying goes, "one stone stirs up a thousand waves." As long as one person has such an idea, it will attract a lot of people to stand up for Qingyun and petition the government to spare Qingyun's life.
The use of this expression carries an unspeakable irony.
However, Qingyun himself was shocked when he saw the scene. The moment he stepped out of the door, the bustling crowd made way for him. Looking around, there were people stretching for miles, and the path seemed to have no end.
"A grand scene," she said to the system in surprise.
System: [It seems you have some connections, host.]
Among these people were poor or of low social status, but they were willing to stand up for Qingyun, especially since it was someone whose entire family could be wiped out at any time. There was also the firewood that had been collected earlier, which was a scarce commodity. Even though conditions were better now, it wasn't to the point where everyone could burn it freely.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't moved; the moment their eyes met, tears welled up in her eyes. Overwhelmed with complex emotions, she couldn't help but choke out, "Thank you all so much!" With that, she bowed deeply to everyone.
Almost as soon as everyone spontaneously went to Qingyun's house, it had already caused quite a stir in the city.
Glancing sideways at Song Junwu, who was sitting in the armchair, Song Chaoyun cleared his throat a few times and then said, "What do you think right now?"
The man, who was recovering from a serious illness, did not look well. He was drinking tea with his eyes down. Hearing this, he bowed and then replied, "If this method does not work, I will return to the capital to see the Emperor another day and explain it to him myself."
"Okay." That shows you have some manly spirit. Song Chaoyun nodded in acknowledgment. It was already the dead of winter, and the charcoal in the room wasn't warm enough. The man was only wearing a thin shirt. A slight breeze was blowing in through the gap in the window, which wasn't closed tightly, causing Song Junwu to cough violently.
Song Chaoyun merely glanced at Qin Yao beside him, and Qin Yao immediately understood and walked towards the door.
Song Junwu was a martial artist, so his physical fitness was obviously much stronger, which is why he woke up so quickly. However, it was not a minor illness, and he still had a slight cold.
It seems Qingyun hasn't been here for quite some time. Song Chaoyun sat down and asked, "What did you two talk about that day?"
After all, the two seemed to have talked for a long time inside the house that day, but their voices could only be faintly heard, and the content was unclear.
Noticing the gaze directed at her, their eyes met, and Song Chaoyun couldn't help but chuckle. It was the same old Song Junwu. In the past, when Song Junwu felt troubled, he would purse his lips and lower his eyes without saying a word, looking like a wronged little wife.
Since the person didn't want to talk about it, she didn't force them. Couldn't she just ask Qingyun herself?
"It will be difficult to end this way." Unless the father bows down, but it is obviously not that easy to get the emperor to bow down.
Song Junwu looked into the distance and said, "Once it starts, it can't possibly end well."
Yes, it's impossible for something to end well if it starts out.
"Qing's actions are blatant disrespect for the imperial authority; this is a direct threat to the Emperor!"
"But the Qing family has made great contributions and has already gained considerable prestige in Muyun City. If we force them, it may displease the people."
"Public opinion is already unhappy, do you still need to tell me?"
Inside the main hall, a large number of officials stood in solemn and dignified atmosphere. Many people argued over the matter, but the man sitting above remained silent.
It's nothing more than two parties arguing: one believes Qingyun can atone for his crimes with good deeds, while the other believes he doesn't respect the government.
The issue is no longer just about resisting marriage; it's about the face of the royal family.
However, no conclusion has been reached.
"It's best to make a decision sooner rather than later. Although the Qing family is now a criminal, it's true that they saved the lives of the people in the city; they did something worthwhile." The one who spoke was an elder. He was the prime minister in the court, so he naturally carried some weight. Sure enough, the moment he finished speaking, the originally noisy hall fell silent.
It seems like everyone is intentionally siding with Qingyun?
The petitions of the city's people could not be ignored, but their fear was also real. The man in power frowned, seemingly very annoyed, but ultimately said nothing.
Qingyun was unaware that things had already turned upside down here. As soon as she recovered, she went to plant trees on the sand dunes. After all, the points she had accumulated were almost gone, and she always felt full of energy after a few days of rest.
The night was chilly, and two or three figures carrying lanterns walked through the pavilion. Qingyun walked lightly, his eyes, which gleamed like stars in the darkness, looking around furtively.
"I was terrified! Could you please dismiss the servants after dark next time? I'm always afraid of being seen when I come here." Qingyun's hands moved quickly, and she hurriedly closed the door. She breathed on her hands to warm them, thinking to herself that the wind outside was really strong and the weather was really cold. Before she could even turn around, a cloak was already draped over her shoulders.
Instantly, a warm sensation spread from inside the cloak to the body, which had been stiffened by the cold wind, along with the man's unique scent of hormones. "You're busy. If you want to meet, just write to me and I'll come find you."
I don't know why, but I don't feel anything wrong with living in that little house. It's just that the thought of Song Junwu standing in that small place makes me feel out of place. Maybe it's because he has an air of nobility about him.
Besides, she doesn't have much time usually, so she can't have a relationship that's the same as not having one at all. Right now, she has a strong sense of wanting to work hard and come home to her wife, kids, and a warm bed.
Song Junwu was wearing an undergarment. Although there was charcoal burning in the room, it was still easy to catch a cold wearing such thin clothes. Qingyun held the other's hand and found that it was actually warm, while her own hand was like an ice block.
"There are some pastries left in the kitchen, would you like some?" The man's tall figure cast his shadow down from above. He was looking at her with his back to the light, so Qingyun couldn't quite see what expression Song Junwu had on his face. She could only sense a strange tenderness in the eyes that were constantly circling around her.
Why have I never felt this way before?
System: [Besides talking to him about planting trees, is there anything else you care about?]
After hearing what the system said, it seems to make sense. In the past, I was only focused on discussing tree planting strategies with others and didn't care at all about how they looked at me.
"I'm not eating anymore, I had a pretty big dinner." Qingyun walked around the person and sat down, then poured herself a cup of hot tea. "Um, what did the Emperor say now?"
“The Emperor will naturally decide what you want.” Song Junwu also sat down.
Seeing this, Qingyun looked around and took off her cloak, then stood behind the man and put it back on him, saying, "Don't catch a cold, you haven't been feeling well for long."
Seeing this, Song Junwu patted the back of her hand to indicate that Qingyun did not need to worry. At this moment, the two of them happened to look into each other's eyes. For some reason, Qingyun's heartbeat became heavier and heavier, so heavy that she could hear it breathing.
She instinctively wanted to look away, but before she could move, a large hand cupped her cheek and pulled her back. "Why are you afraid to look at me?"
Upon hearing this, Qingyun pursed her lips. She also wanted to know why she didn't dare, but when she saw those dark, deep eyes, she instinctively wanted to look away.
"Do you think I'm ugly?" Looking at Qingyun's silence, Song Junwu suddenly murmured as if he had realized something.
Hey! Bro, I haven't said anything yet!
Hearing this, Qingyun seemed to want to prove herself. Her face puffed up and her eyes widened, as if she were saying, "I'm going to prove it. I'm staring right now." But the next second, the hand that was on her cheek moved to her neck and gently pulled her. A soft sensation came from her lips.
Song Junwu gave him a light, fleeting kiss, but quickly let go.
Only Qingyun, looking like a dumbfounded chicken, stood there dumbfounded.
How could that be?
She couldn't help but think to herself, "No! I can't lose. This makes me seem so innocent."
Just as she was thinking this, Qingyun straightened her expression, casually put her feet on the stool next to her, and then stretched out her finger and gently touched her lips, "One more time, I didn't get the taste right before."
Song Junwu looked at Qingyun, then her gaze shifted to her small, rosy lips. Her prominent Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Suddenly, the man stood up abruptly, and before Qingyun could react, he grabbed her face with both hands and gave her a deep kiss that came out of nowhere.
"Waaah..."
She didn't know what it felt like, because her mind was blank and she completely forgot to resist. When Song Junwu released her, Qingyun's first reaction was to cover her lips and give him a strange look, "Damn it, don't suck my tongue!"
Song Junwu: "..."
Yes, that's the only feeling she remembers.
Qingyun bit her lip, glanced down at her palm, and then wiped her mouth with her sleeve. She immediately raised her head and waved her hand, saying, "This doesn't count, let me do it."
System: [Sometimes I really wonder if you're just overly competitive or simply lustful.]
Qingyun: Guess
Qingyun awkwardly crossed her hands on the other person's shoulders, tilted her head back to look at him, and tiptoed, trying to reach those thin lips. The man's hot breath hit her face, making her even more nervous. Just as the two were about to touch, Qingyun moved away, almost mischievously, and kissed the corner of the other person's mouth.
After doing all this, she didn't let go. Instead, she pressed her face against Song Junwu's, feeling the warmth and smoothness of his skin. Only then did her heart calm down a little. This was a person, a living person. Almost as soon as she confirmed this, she planned to turn and leave, but clearly, the other person didn't want to remain in a vulnerable position.
Qingyun felt someone hug her waist, and with a slight tightening of that mischievous hand, she fell into the man's arms due to inertia.
What are you thinking about?
Seemingly sensing Qingyun's emotions just now, Song Junwu thought she was thinking of someone, because her actions just now always seemed to exude a sense of sadness.
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