Chapter 105: Good Medicine "Song Xieqing, open your mouth."
Song Xieqing sent Zhu Hao back home and ordered his servants to prepare a bath for her. Before the two could say a few words, he hurriedly left home.
Zhu Hao knew that he had important matters to attend to, so although he was reluctant, he did not stop him.
She washed herself clean and ate some food. Then fatigue washed over her like a tide. She fell asleep as soon as she lay down. When she woke up, the sun was setting.
The moment she glanced at it, she noticed something was wrong, for example, the brocade quilt was wrapped neatly around her body, and the corners of the quilt were carefully tucked under her armpits. As she thought about it, a slight sound from the door hit her heart, and a tall figure slowly walked into the inner room.
Song Xieqing had just finished bathing, wearing only a thin undershirt, his muscular waist faintly visible. His long black hair was draped down, the ends still damp, and a hazy mist enveloped his body, accentuating his ethereal aura. In a trance, Zhu Hao actually thought the person standing before her was him, enshrined in a shrine a hundred years from now. Seeing her staring intently at him, Song Xieqing paused. "Did I wake you?"
"No." Zhu Hao jumped up from the bed. She couldn't wait to put on her slippers and rushed towards him barefoot. She raised her head in Song Xieqing's arms, tightened her arms around his waist, and smiled. "It's great. I can see you as soon as I wake up."
Song Xieqing rubbed her head, and seeing that she was barefoot, he frowned and immediately picked her up and placed her on the couch.
Zhu Hao blinked and asked him, "What's wrong?"
He naturally understood what she was asking, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin. Song Xieqing pondered for a moment and said, "Some time ago, Jiang... Shuanzi questioned the commander in the palace. An important official in the court named Jiang Qin recommended Princess Yunwei, but was later rejected by Mei Lianqing in front of all the ministers."
At that time, Mei Lianqing was reluctant to let his sister lead the troops to war because the monarch was incompetent, the political situation was turbulent, and there were no troops to send. Going there would be tantamount to death. Now, it is the real Jiang Zhi who is in charge of Ying Palace, and the atmosphere in the court has been renewed. Naturally, he is no longer as opposed to his sister going to war as before. What's more, Zhu Hao can see that Mei Lianqing has always been proud of A Yin in his heart.
"Last month, the Jiang family brought a large sum of money to Gongsun's residence, intending to sell questions for the imperial examinations. Gongsun Jia sternly refused. Jiang Qin, harboring a grudge, incited the scholars to surround Gongsun's residence and even deliberately set it on fire. Mei Lianqing was in charge of this case. He presented the memorial to the emperor, but Shuanzi suppressed it and allowed Jiang Qin to escape justice... Last night, Shuanzi had Mei Lianqing imprisoned. It happened to be a major riot in the city, and most of the jailers were transferred. Jiang Qin bribed the few guards on duty to take personal revenge on Mei Lianqing..."
Zhu Hao couldn't hide his disgust and asked, "Have you captured him? How is Minister Mei now?"
He knew that she cared deeply about Mei Lianjun because of him, so he first picked up Mei Lianjun's situation and said, "Minister Mei is not in danger of his life for now, but he suddenly lost a leg, which is bound to make him depressed. Fortunately, his family is still alive and the new emperor is wise. I will give him some time to calm down and he will not be hard on me."
"As for Jiang Qin, he probably never expected that Shuan Zi would actually collapse in the palace coup last night. He abandoned his wife and children before dawn and ran away with the gold and silver he had embezzled for years. He has yet to be apprehended." His tone was cold and hard, but he did not forget to stroke the top of her hair and comforted her, "Pianpian, don't worry. Your Majesty will never let this man go easily. The net of heaven is vast and nothing can escape it. Jiang Qin will eventually be caught."
Seeing the woman looking at him seriously and nodding at him, as if she believed everything he said, Song Xieqing's heart softened and he continued, "The doctor from the Imperial Medical Bureau has also been found, but... Lan Yuan has disappeared and is now being pursued along with Jiang Qin."
At this point, Zhu Hao took a step forward, subconsciously leaning on his knees. She asked, "Tell me, why did Lan Yuan kill Shuanzi? Whether Chenghua tried to assassinate him before, or someone else did, didn't Lan Yuan protect him well? Tell me, if he saw the situation was hopeless and turned against us, why did he disappear without a trace?"
"Perhaps he went to look for his real master." Song Xieqing's words were vague, and he lowered his eyes, suppressing the ripples in his expression. "Since last night, the court has ordered an inventory of the treasury and the army. The treasury is empty, and the soldiers that can be mustered are only a mere 20,000. Since Shuanzi came to power, the people have been burdened with heavy taxes. If we recruit soldiers now, they will be unable to return to the court during the autumn harvest. The people will have no able-bodied men left, and I'm afraid their livelihood will be even more difficult to sustain."
Zhu Haoben had been captivated by his words "real master," and upon hearing the rest of his words, his heart sank. "Leaving behind such a mess, who will sit on the throne? The people will also suffer..."
"But without troops... how can we lift the siege of Xiayang?" Zhu Hao's face was filled with worry, his brows knitted together, and he couldn't help but take another step forward. "Right now, it's just a few small tribes and countries outside the country causing trouble. What if... Daqing takes advantage of the situation and launches a counterattack?"
"...Your Majesty intends to surrender to Daqing." The ends of her hair, scented with soapberry, brushed against his Adam's apple as she leaned forward. Song Xieqing's voice was slightly hoarse, and he spoke unnaturally, "Although Qing is now slightly better than Daying and the smaller nations around it, its government is far from clear and honest... The Qing monarch is young, and the affairs of state are entirely in the hands of military advisor Huanzhen. Daqing is nothing more than an empty shell. However, regardless, Qing's military strength is always sufficient, and the people can live and work in peace and contentment. It's just that the imperial power and his clan have been weakened. Your Majesty believes that although Huanzhen is a tyrant and treats the monarch like a puppet, he has managed Qing in an orderly manner, and the people live far better than Daying. Moreover, Huanzhen has helped Your Majesty many times."
"Your Majesty is willing to surrender in exchange for the Qing army's dispatch of troops to Xiayang." He paused briefly and added in a low voice, "And also to bring the princess back to her homeland."
Unexpectedly, the woman before him showed no surprise at Daying's intention to surrender to Qing. He tentatively asked, "During the hundred years you've lived through, it was Qing that annexed Daying, which was struggling to maintain its sovereignty? And the founding emperor is real, right?"
Zhu Hao was slightly startled, glanced at him, nodded slightly, and listened to his question again: "So, the person who will soon return Huaicheng to the country and temporarily exempt Huaicheng from taxes is also Huanzhen."
Last night, they had a hasty farewell. Although they had exchanged pleasantries, the urgency of the situation meant they hadn't been able to elaborate on many details. At this moment, the woman nodded again, a smile playing on her lips. "But... it was you who proposed the conditions to Xiang Huanzhen. It was you who fought for tax exemptions for the people of Huaicheng so they could live and work."
The woman looked at him with eyes as bright as stars, which made his soul drift away. Song Xieqing remained silent for a long time, but a sense of desolation inexplicably surged in his heart. "Pianpian, you never told me why... I met you a hundred years later. Even if there are ghosts and gods in this world, there must be a reason..."
"Thank you for telling me that the people of Huaicheng are safe and sound, Huaicheng is safe and sound, and the new ruler is ruling with peace and prosperity..." He stared into her eyes, not moving an inch, not allowing her to dodge or lie. He asked her, "...then, what about me?"
What about him? How is he?
A trace of panic flashed across Zhu Hao's face, which was seen by him.
In the first month of the new year, he welcomed Qing's military advisor Huanzhen into the inner city, handed over the letter of surrender, and passed through Daqing. For this, he became the target of public criticism from the people of Huai, and his mother committed suicide due to the bad words from the neighbors. Of course, although it might also be the work of Dara's spies, his half-brother believed it and cooperated with Dara to open the city gates. The Dara tribe pretended to be the cavalry of Daqing and trampled into Huaicheng, burning, killing, looting, and slaughtering the people of Huai, doing all kinds of atrocities, and let the people of Huaicheng be trampled under Dara's cavalry.
He murdered his brother and also committed suicide under a pomegranate tree when the moon was high in the sky. However, even in death, he could not rest in peace. He was spurned by his people, his body was beheaded and dismembered, and abandoned in the wilderness to be fed by wild beasts. Until a natural disaster befell Huaicheng, the people of Huai who had dismembered and beheaded him died one after another. Fearing that it was his ghost that was haunting him, the people of Huai had to build a jade statue for him and worship him as an immortal.
She thought, no matter which sentence it was, it would be like a torture to him.
Some words should only remain on the lips.
Besides, she was here and would never allow this to happen again.
Zhu Hao suddenly leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead. "You, the people of Huaicheng, although they had many misunderstandings about you and were unwilling to submit to the country... However, later on... everyone in Huaicheng understood your painstaking efforts. They also knew that only by returning to the country and having someone to rely on could they resist the small countries and tribes that were eyeing them covetously from all sides. Therefore, they respected you and valued you. When you passed away..."
"By the way, you died as an old man..." She twisted his loose hair around her fingertips again and again, adding calmly, "When you passed away, they built a jade statue for you and placed it in the vegetarian hall. It has been worshipped by the world for hundreds of years. Song Xieqing, you have become an immortal..."
She paused, "You must think I'm lying to you, telling lies... coaxing you, right?"
He smiled faintly, "Isn't it?"
But he no longer spoke out to expose her.
Zhu Hao probably didn't even realize that her eyes were already moist. "But, every word I said was true, truer than pearls... Song Xieqing, and then... my aunt forced me to marry an octogenarian! She even forced me to throw the embroidered bouquet..."
Song Xieqing's expression changed from indifferent to a cold look between his brows. "How dare she treat you like this?"
"Hmm..." Zhu Hao smiled, put her arm around his neck, and let her warm breath caress his throbbing Adam's apple. "Guess who has the honor of receiving Miss Zhu's bouquet?"
Since she asked this question, with her bright eyes fixed on him without blinking, who else could it be?
Song Xieqing chuckled, "Me?"
Zhu Hao nodded. "The embroidered ball hit the statue, and Immortal Lord Song was furious. He treated me harshly... but then he saw that Miss Zhu was quite pretty, so he threatened me to marry you."
Song Xieqing was stunned when he heard this, "I treated you... badly?"
It was rare for him to hide his expression, and he was full of suspicion. She was so nice, how could he dare to treat her badly?
Seeing him as if facing a formidable enemy, Zhu Hao threw herself into his arms and laughed, "Okay, I was kidding. You naturally treat me very well. Otherwise, no matter if it's a hundred years later or a hundred years ago, how could I still like you so much, Song Xieqing?"
Song Xieqing was still worried. He hugged her tightly and asked gloomily, "Have I... really treated you very well after a hundred years? Have I ever made you angry?"
He leaned against her shoulder and stroked her thin back again and again. "Pianpian, I'm sorry... Sometimes I don't know how to make you happy. I will learn to make you happy. If I don't do well, Pianpian, you must be angry with me and tell me how to change."
He said, "Pianpian, I will change."
Seeing his serious expression, Zhu Hao couldn't help but pinch his cheek. Seeing that he finally stopped asking about her funeral arrangements, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A sly smile flashed in her eyes, and she whispered, "We will have a pair of children."
Song Xieqing held her face in his hands, his eyes burning, "Are you serious?"
"Seriously." Zhu Hao leaned in his arms and giggled, "The girl's name is Tuantuan, and the boy's name is Yuanyuan."
The man smiled at the end of his voice, "What's your name?"
"Tuantuanyuanyuan is a good name... I chose it, do you have any opinion on it?" Zhu Hao feigned annoyance and glared at him fiercely, "You are a son-in-law, do you really think you can tell the mistress what to do?"
Although Song Xieqing felt that these two names were somewhat arbitrary, he thought...what if his and her children liked them? He chuckled softly, "How dare I?"
A hundred years later, he and she had such a happy ending. How lucky was he?
Zhu Hao was secretly pleased with himself and raised his eyebrows at him, but unexpectedly, the next moment, someone brought up an old score: "Madam, you haven't told me yet about the Jade Order..."
He smiled meaningfully and stroked her neck. "Now everyone in and outside the palace knows that I have a wife."
How lucky he is.
Zhu Hao suddenly jumped up from Song Xieqing's arms. She hesitated for a long time, explaining in detail the purpose of sending the Jade Order to Pushui. Finally, she said in a voice as husky as a mosquito: "At that time, I really couldn't think of any other way... Look, the Jade Order is not with me now. Do you think there is anything else that can help me atone for my sin..."
She lowered her eyebrows as she said this, looking pitiful and ready to be bullied. Song Xieqing had only intended to tease her, but seeing her like this, he didn't dare to pursue the matter. He raised his hand to lift Zhu Hao's chin, and with a sudden thought, he lowered his head and gently pecked her cheek, "The crime is forgiven."
Zhu Hao was stunned, and touched the wetness on his cheek with his fingertips, "Is this... enough?"
Song Xieqing was obviously not expecting her to ask this question, and his eyes couldn't help but look down - her red lips slightly opened, revealing a few pearly teeth, and her deep lips were moist and damp, like a flower bud that had just opened, with white pistils sticking out, tempting to pick them.
He quickly looked away, his heart suddenly in a mess, and his mind was full of thoughts.
The next moment, Zhu Hao turned his face back abruptly. The woman's fragrant breath entangled his five senses, and a soft, wet petal fell on her lips.
Song Xieqing stood there in a daze. Even last night, she had never bitten his lips.
He was so overwhelmed that he forgot to respond.
Zhu Hao pushed him away slightly, staring at him discontentedly, as if staring at a piece of wood. She ordered, "Song Xieqing, open your mouth."
“…”
She glanced at the young man in front of her and saw that his face turned red in an instant, and even his neck was not spared, as if he was being ravaged by her.
Zhu Hao loved him very much. She leaned over and entangled Song Xieqing's breath again. After tossing and turning for a few times, she gave an unclear instruction: "Stretch out..."
Before she could finish her words, the man suddenly pulled her to sit on him as if in a fit of anger, pried open her teeth, and penetrated her with a bit of recklessness.
They kissed until they fell back on the bed, their breaths disordered. Zhu Hao glanced sideways and couldn't help but think of A Yin's words when she left. She rolled into his arms and whispered, "Song Xieqing, I like you."
Even without saying it, the two of them already understood their feelings for each other, but she didn't want to have any regrets. She would say it a hundred years later, and she had to say it now.
While she still could speak.
The room was silent for a moment, and only the man responded in a hoarse voice: "Good luck, I like you too."
The world turned upside down, and she was already under him.
Whenever I am close to her, I seem to forget all the ups and downs in my life. My mind is like falling into clouds and mist, and her breath is entangled in my nostrils and chest. Only when I am with her can I cast aside all the worries in the world and feel only fulfillment.
The same goes for Zhu Hao. All the fatigue and fear of the past few days melt away in the rubbing of lips and tongues.
In this world, only each other can be each other's medicine.
This kiss was a little longer than the last one. He understood it very quickly, and it wasn't just about the rubbing of lips and teeth.
Both of them were only wearing thin undershirts. Perhaps he himself did not even realize that one of his hands had already wrapped around her waist, and the other hand had quietly reached into her undershirt.
The unprecedented touch spread throughout his body like wildfire from his fingertips, bringing him indescribable pleasure. Song Xieqing raised his head in confusion and looked into her misty eyes, which were filled with a hazy and gorgeous color. Her cheeks were as red as smoke, and her lips were sucked by him until they were rosy and tempting, and her snow-white neck was not spared either.
Seeing that she did not refuse, Song Xieqing pulled his hands away from her waist, took off all the restraints, stood on top of Zhu Hao without any cover, and entangled himself with her passionately.
Zhu Hao's thoughts gradually faded away. The tenderness at this moment seemed like an ordinary night a hundred years later when the two of them confessed their feelings to each other. The life and death storm of last night all dissipated in the charming corner of the bed.
Zhu Hao clung to his shoulders impatiently, no longer suppressing her passion, her panting sounds lingering in the ears of both of them.
I wish you a happy life. My clothes have been soaked through and it is hard to tell whether it is sweat or dew.
Although Song Xieqing had moved away, his fingers were still tightly clasped with hers. He lay on the bed, his breathing still lingering, his restlessness still racing through his limbs, unable to dissipate. He glanced sideways and saw his wife snuggling up to him, her clothes half-undone, revealing her beauty.
He wanted to hold it in his mouth without the clothes between them.
Just then, Zhu Hao turned around and fell into his deep but meaningful eyes.
She was a very special person, and her cheeks were flushed, making her even more beautiful than before. Her skin was extremely sensitive, and his traces were left everywhere he looked. The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings brushing across his heart. When she lowered her eyes, the corners of her eyes were full of unique charm. When she raised her eyes to meet his, the moistness in her eyes made him drown again.
He couldn't help but think of her slightly teasing joke just now: "Is this enough?"
not enough.
Song Xieqing's fingertips touched her moist lips, moved down her slender neck, and landed on the knot of her shirt.
With her repeated indulgence, the desire in his heart became more and more intense. He was no longer willing to be separated from her by a piece of clothing, but wanted to completely merge with her.
After trying no less than three times, Song Xieqing still failed to untie the knot.
Wish you laugh out loud.
...He's such a hottie.
The woman turned over and sat astride his waist. She brushed aside her half-tied hair, letting it fall across his chest like a waterfall. Zhu Hao smiled brightly and boldly, "I'll teach you."
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