Cheng Yaojia was panicked and asked in a strange way: Then... then do you prefer me to comb my hair or not?
As soon as she said that, she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it. In this way, it would actually come out of her mouth. It would be incredible if it were usual.
Song Qingshu was immediately happy and whispered in her ear: You are more dignified and graceful when you comb your hair, and you are more beautiful and lively without combing. I like both outfits.
Cheng Yaojia felt extremely ashamed, her cheeks were so hot that she lowered her head and said nothing.
Song Qingshu continued to ask: Has the owner of Mr. Lu combed your hair bun at home on weekdays?
Cheng Yaojia shook her head with her lips pursed, thinking that how could a man have such a complicated bun?
However, Song Qingshu's next sentence was beyond her expectations: If the wife doesn't dislike her, I will help her comb her.
Cheng Yaojia was a little lost and nodded in confusion.
Song Qingshu smiled and skillfully tied her hair up. Not long after, a beautiful bun was combed.
When the man behind him knitted his hair with his fingers, Cheng Yaojia felt as if a stream of current was coming from his hair, and bursts of numbness rippled all over her body, making her feel dizzy.
Madam, come and see if my skills are still acceptable?Song Qingshu hugged her shoulders and pushed her to the bronze mirror.
Cheng Yaojia finally opened her eyes and looked at the woman with pink face and peach cheeks in the bronze mirror, thinking to herself why she looks so gorgeous now?
After a long time, I remembered the other party’s question, my eyes moved up, and I exclaimed: You... what did you do?
On weekdays, she had to have a maid help to comb her hair. When she went on a mission to Yangzhou, she had to travel lightly and simply, so it was naturally impossible to take her maid on the road. Therefore, the effect of combing her hair herself during this period was not so satisfactory. Unexpectedly, the man behind her would comb her hair better than her.
Nothing else, you know it!
After Song Qingshu came to this world, there were too many confidants around him. In addition, he was from his previous life and did not have as many taboos as those men in this world. Therefore, he liked to play some boudoir games with them to enhance their feelings, such as drawing thrushes, combing his hair buns...
Of course, the specific reason is not the truth to Cheng Yaojia, and Song Qingshu had to smile and said: That's thanks to his wife's beauty, otherwise no matter how careful the bun is, it wouldn't look good.
Cheng Yaojia was dizzy when she heard this. She had never experienced such sweet words. On weekdays, her husband was cautious in his words and actions, for fear of being abrupt. Even if the two of them were privately, he would not have any words and deeds. Although the couple was extremely loving in the eyes of outsiders, it was more appropriate to describe each other as respectful.
It is not bad to respect each other like guests, but I always feel that something is missing.
The man behind her gave her a unique feeling. Although she was rude and Lu Yingjun was even more distant from her husband, she could always make her heart beat faster and her face turned red.
After all, Cheng Yaojia is not a ignorant girl. She quickly understood that the other party was talking sweetly and was probably lying to girls a lot. Moreover, he had practiced his skill in combing his hair bun.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a little sour and subconsciously blurted out what she thought.
Song Qingshu was stunned and then smiled: I just played with my wife at home on weekdays, which made you laugh.
Cheng Yaojia's face turned red and she said embarrassedly: Your wife is so happy.
She was not surprised at all. After all, it would be strange if a man as powerful as him had no wife at this age.
Moreover, when Cheng Yaojia heard his wife mentioning her family, she felt relieved. She was sorry for her husband when she did what she did today, and she felt sorry for her wife when she did it, as if she had a common language with him.
Isn’t Madam happy?Song Qingshu glanced at her meaningfully.
Cheng Yaojia sighed, thinking that he felt quite happy before, but everything changed after coming to Yangzhou. And if he was happy, he would not have come to another man's room in the middle of the night.
Seeing her sad face, Song Qingshu smiled slightly, stepped forward and picked up her legs and hugged her horizontally: Madam, don’t worry too much, everything will be fine.
When she was picked up by a man other than her husband, Cheng Yaojia subconsciously wanted to exclaim, but immediately bit her lip because she thought that all this was her choice. In addition, the other party refused several times just now, she was worried that the emotions she showed would ruin his interest. If she could not tell him to save Lu Lang tonight, she would be very regretful.
Seeing him holding himself closer and closer to the bed, Cheng Yaojia's heart was beating harder and harder. Is this moment still coming?
She no longer dared to open her eyes, so she could only bury her head in Song Qingshu's chest with shame.
Feeling that the other party had already held her and sat on the bed, Cheng Yaojia's whole body was trembling violently, and she didn't know where to put her hands.
However, thinking of asking him to help him save people tonight, if he had been in this state, he would inevitably be disliked by him, so he had to endure his shame and muster up the courage to look at him.
Who knew that after opening his eyes, the other person appeared in front of him, smiling at him, his eyes as clear as water, without a trace of lust.
Song Qingshu gently put her on the bed, pulled the brocade quilt beside her and covered her with a smile: Madam has been frightened too much tonight, so have a good rest here.
But... Cheng Yaojia was anxious and thought that he had just ignored his face and threw himself into his arms, but he still couldn't arouse his interest. In addition, when he thought that he could not save his husband, tears immediately rolled in his eyes, as if he was about to pour out.
Song Qingshu reached out and stroked her forehead: Madam, don’t worry, I will help you save Master Lu’s manor.In order to reassure my wife, I will tell you the truth... From the Jin Dynasty's standpoint, I really have no reason to save the Southern Song Dynasty delegation.But my wife and I are friends, how could I ignore my friend’s begging me?Of course, I can't completely abandon the interests of the Jin Kingdom for you, so although I promised you to save your husband, I would not save him immediately. Instead, I need the envoys of the Southern Song Dynasty to be detained for a period of time... Do I understand if I say this?
When Cheng Yaojia heard his sincere tone, he knew that he had not deceived him. He was extremely moved and said with a sob: Thank you...
Song Qingshu shook his head: Madam, don’t think too much, go to bed quickly.
Um.Cheng Yaojia looked at the man beside him again, and the panic and uneasiness in his heart faded away, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
Song Qingshu touched his cheek: What, are there flowers on my face?
Cheng Yaojia blushed and shook her head, and suddenly thought of something: I took your bed, where will you sleep later?
Song Qingshu replied: Madam, don’t worry, I have my own way.
Cheng Yaojia pursed her lips and suddenly plucked up the courage to say: Actually... you can go to bed too.
As soon as she said that, she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it. In this way, it would actually come out of her mouth. It would be incredible if it were usual.
Song Qingshu was immediately happy and whispered in her ear: You are more dignified and graceful when you comb your hair, and you are more beautiful and lively without combing. I like both outfits.
Cheng Yaojia felt extremely ashamed, her cheeks were so hot that she lowered her head and said nothing.
Song Qingshu continued to ask: Has the owner of Mr. Lu combed your hair bun at home on weekdays?
Cheng Yaojia shook her head with her lips pursed, thinking that how could a man have such a complicated bun?
However, Song Qingshu's next sentence was beyond her expectations: If the wife doesn't dislike her, I will help her comb her.
Cheng Yaojia was a little lost and nodded in confusion.
Song Qingshu smiled and skillfully tied her hair up. Not long after, a beautiful bun was combed.
When the man behind him knitted his hair with his fingers, Cheng Yaojia felt as if a stream of current was coming from his hair, and bursts of numbness rippled all over her body, making her feel dizzy.
Madam, come and see if my skills are still acceptable?Song Qingshu hugged her shoulders and pushed her to the bronze mirror.
Cheng Yaojia finally opened her eyes and looked at the woman with pink face and peach cheeks in the bronze mirror, thinking to herself why she looks so gorgeous now?
After a long time, I remembered the other party’s question, my eyes moved up, and I exclaimed: You... what did you do?
On weekdays, she had to have a maid help to comb her hair. When she went on a mission to Yangzhou, she had to travel lightly and simply, so it was naturally impossible to take her maid on the road. Therefore, the effect of combing her hair herself during this period was not so satisfactory. Unexpectedly, the man behind her would comb her hair better than her.
Nothing else, you know it!
After Song Qingshu came to this world, there were too many confidants around him. In addition, he was from his previous life and did not have as many taboos as those men in this world. Therefore, he liked to play some boudoir games with them to enhance their feelings, such as drawing thrushes, combing his hair buns...
Of course, the specific reason is not the truth to Cheng Yaojia, and Song Qingshu had to smile and said: That's thanks to his wife's beauty, otherwise no matter how careful the bun is, it wouldn't look good.
Cheng Yaojia was dizzy when she heard this. She had never experienced such sweet words. On weekdays, her husband was cautious in his words and actions, for fear of being abrupt. Even if the two of them were privately, he would not have any words and deeds. Although the couple was extremely loving in the eyes of outsiders, it was more appropriate to describe each other as respectful.
It is not bad to respect each other like guests, but I always feel that something is missing.
The man behind her gave her a unique feeling. Although she was rude and Lu Yingjun was even more distant from her husband, she could always make her heart beat faster and her face turned red.
After all, Cheng Yaojia is not a ignorant girl. She quickly understood that the other party was talking sweetly and was probably lying to girls a lot. Moreover, he had practiced his skill in combing his hair bun.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a little sour and subconsciously blurted out what she thought.
Song Qingshu was stunned and then smiled: I just played with my wife at home on weekdays, which made you laugh.
Cheng Yaojia's face turned red and she said embarrassedly: Your wife is so happy.
She was not surprised at all. After all, it would be strange if a man as powerful as him had no wife at this age.
Moreover, when Cheng Yaojia heard his wife mentioning her family, she felt relieved. She was sorry for her husband when she did what she did today, and she felt sorry for her wife when she did it, as if she had a common language with him.
Isn’t Madam happy?Song Qingshu glanced at her meaningfully.
Cheng Yaojia sighed, thinking that he felt quite happy before, but everything changed after coming to Yangzhou. And if he was happy, he would not have come to another man's room in the middle of the night.
Seeing her sad face, Song Qingshu smiled slightly, stepped forward and picked up her legs and hugged her horizontally: Madam, don’t worry too much, everything will be fine.
When she was picked up by a man other than her husband, Cheng Yaojia subconsciously wanted to exclaim, but immediately bit her lip because she thought that all this was her choice. In addition, the other party refused several times just now, she was worried that the emotions she showed would ruin his interest. If she could not tell him to save Lu Lang tonight, she would be very regretful.
Seeing him holding himself closer and closer to the bed, Cheng Yaojia's heart was beating harder and harder. Is this moment still coming?
She no longer dared to open her eyes, so she could only bury her head in Song Qingshu's chest with shame.
Feeling that the other party had already held her and sat on the bed, Cheng Yaojia's whole body was trembling violently, and she didn't know where to put her hands.
However, thinking of asking him to help him save people tonight, if he had been in this state, he would inevitably be disliked by him, so he had to endure his shame and muster up the courage to look at him.
Who knew that after opening his eyes, the other person appeared in front of him, smiling at him, his eyes as clear as water, without a trace of lust.
Song Qingshu gently put her on the bed, pulled the brocade quilt beside her and covered her with a smile: Madam has been frightened too much tonight, so have a good rest here.
But... Cheng Yaojia was anxious and thought that he had just ignored his face and threw himself into his arms, but he still couldn't arouse his interest. In addition, when he thought that he could not save his husband, tears immediately rolled in his eyes, as if he was about to pour out.
Song Qingshu reached out and stroked her forehead: Madam, don’t worry, I will help you save Master Lu’s manor.In order to reassure my wife, I will tell you the truth... From the Jin Dynasty's standpoint, I really have no reason to save the Southern Song Dynasty delegation.But my wife and I are friends, how could I ignore my friend’s begging me?Of course, I can't completely abandon the interests of the Jin Kingdom for you, so although I promised you to save your husband, I would not save him immediately. Instead, I need the envoys of the Southern Song Dynasty to be detained for a period of time... Do I understand if I say this?
When Cheng Yaojia heard his sincere tone, he knew that he had not deceived him. He was extremely moved and said with a sob: Thank you...
Song Qingshu shook his head: Madam, don’t think too much, go to bed quickly.
Um.Cheng Yaojia looked at the man beside him again, and the panic and uneasiness in his heart faded away, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
Song Qingshu touched his cheek: What, are there flowers on my face?
Cheng Yaojia blushed and shook her head, and suddenly thought of something: I took your bed, where will you sleep later?
Song Qingshu replied: Madam, don’t worry, I have my own way.
Cheng Yaojia pursed her lips and suddenly plucked up the courage to say: Actually... you can go to bed too.
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