Seeing that the good words were not very effective, Song Qingshu decided to change his strategy and first completely break her heart before talking. So he deliberately asked in a deep voice: In addition to your husband, how many men have you touched?
Of course, he was not a pervert, curious about the other party's experience in this regard, but planned to use this as a breakthrough point to bring the topic to her sisters who were also suffering, and then inquire about the situation of the princesses.
The courtesan's face turned pale: Can I not answer this question?
Song Qingshu reached out and pinched her chin. The touch of his fingertips made him slightly stunned: I didn't expect that after so many years of torture, her skin was still so delicate.
He quickly came to his senses and looked at her with oppression at close range: No!
The courtesan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of inexhaustible sorrow flashed in his eyes: Since I want to know, I just say that, but after hearing this, don't have any psychological shadows, which will lead to a loss of interest later. So much money will be wasted tonight.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly: Anyway, it’s not my money, and even if I lose interest, it’s not a waste to hear the princess’s love history.
Love history?
The courtesan's face showed a hint of sarcasm. What kind of love history is this? After I was asked by your second prince Wanyan Zongwang, he occupied me in the camp that night. Later, I naturally became his concubine. But now that I think about it, in addition to dealing with his...his needs, it was not too difficult to accept, after all, he could also be considered to be pampering me.
He died not long afterwards. His wife thought that the reason why he died young was because he had exhausted his energy and called me a beauty a disaster, so she sent me to the laundry yard.
Song Qingshu's heart was thrilled and he finally got to the point!
Life in the laundry yard is not so easy. You have to be tortured by those in charge every day, and occasionally you have to be summoned by the emperor to sleep with... As soon as the courtesan said this, Song Qingshu couldn't help asking: Emperor?Which emperor?
Your Emperor Taizong and later Emperor Xizong, the courtesan suddenly bit his lips and was almost bleeding. You Jin people are despicable and shameless, without any etiquette and morality. The emperor occupied his nephew's woman, and the latter emperor came to the previous emperor's woman, and the woman who was truly a beast!
Song Qingshu felt the woman's body trembling violently, and subconsciously hugged her tightly. Thinking of her humiliated experience over the years, a pity suddenly surged in her heart: Don't worry, this kind of life is about to end.
Finish?
The woman in her arms sighed quietly. In my opinion, the days of suffering have really begun. Although the love is unfortunate, it only needs to serve you emperor. But now he has been thrown into a brothel. I don’t know how many men will be insulted in the future...
Song Qingshu frowned: Since you think so in your heart, why not stop yourself and end all this?
This is what Song Qingshu thinks is the strangest thing. It would be fine if they could barely endure the previous suffering, but they were all thrown into the brothel. Could it be that they still have the attitude of accepting their fate?
There is no way to escape from the sea of suffering, but there is always a way to choose death, right?
However, according to his inquiry during this period, no princess in the laundry courtyard had ever chosen to commit suicide. Could it be that they inherited the weak genes of the two emperors Hui and Qin, and were already greedy for death and would rather endure all this humiliation?
You actually asked me this kind of question?The courtesan laughed nervously, you golden men used such demonic means to control us, but now we ask why we don’t stop ourselves?
The courtesan put away his laughter and spitted on Song Qingshu's face: Bah, despicable and shameless!
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, not knowing where he had messed with her. It was the first time he was spitted by a woman after saying so long.
The courtesan spitted and closed his ears, but the imagined slap did not come. He opened his eyes and looked at Song Qingshu, which happened to meet his pity-loving eyes. He couldn't help but tremble. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the water stains on his face: You are really different from other Jin people.
Maybe I am not a tough person.Song Qingshu laughed at himself.
The courtesan's fingertips streaked across his beard and couldn't help laughing foolishly: I didn't expect that you, a big beard, are so sentimental. Well, you don't hate it so much, I will serve you all night tonight.
Uh... Tonight was the first time she claimed her identity as a princess, but Song Qingshu couldn't be happy because he noticed that the other party's eyes became blurred, as if he was a little moved.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a headache. What's the matter? I'm talking about the serious business tonight!
While he was hesitating whether to tell him the matter, the courtesan hooked his neck and put his red lips in his ear and whispered: I heard you are the prince consort of the Jin Kingdom?
Uh…yes.Song Qingshu nodded subconsciously.
How does the Princess of Jin feel?The courtesan bit his lips, and there seemed to be a strange feeling in his voice.
Not bad.Song Qingshu found that his brain circuit suddenly was not enough, and there was something wrong with this style.
I will let you know tonight that compared to the princess of the Jin Kingdom, the princess of our Song Kingdom...the taste is better... The courtesan's voice seemed to be all twitching from his throat, so sweet that it was a bit unreasonable.
The woman in her arms was like a restless kitten, making Song Qingshu's heart tremble, but if he hadn't realized that something was wrong now, he would have been too slow.
I took the wine glass on the table and smelled it. Sure enough, I smelled the aphrodisiac drug although the dosage was not large.
Song Qingshu suddenly realized in his heart: I am afraid that the people in the washing clothes garden were also afraid that the Song Dynasty princess was disobedient, so he quietly tampered with the wine.
What should I do if this is so bad?
Song Qingshu was stunned. The woman in his arms twisted like a beautiful snake, which made him feel a little angry, and the sound of a demon seduction sounded in his ears:
This woman was a beauty that was snatched by two emperors and one prince of the Jin Kingdom.
She was the most beautiful fifth princess in the Northern Song Dynasty back then.
She belongs to you tonight.
Besides, she is not a bad girl, so she will definitely not blame you afterwards.
There are not many opportunities like this that you only need to enjoy and don’t have to take any responsibility after you have fun.
……
In the end, Song Qingshu forced the idea of rectifying the woman on the spot. After all, her fate was already pity, so how could he bear to stab her again?
Song Qingshu picked her up and put her on the bed. He was about to untie her clothes to facilitate her to use her skills to force out the evil spirit in her body, but the window suddenly exploded, and a cold light pierced from behind him:
The thief dies!
Of course, he was not a pervert, curious about the other party's experience in this regard, but planned to use this as a breakthrough point to bring the topic to her sisters who were also suffering, and then inquire about the situation of the princesses.
The courtesan's face turned pale: Can I not answer this question?
Song Qingshu reached out and pinched her chin. The touch of his fingertips made him slightly stunned: I didn't expect that after so many years of torture, her skin was still so delicate.
He quickly came to his senses and looked at her with oppression at close range: No!
The courtesan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of inexhaustible sorrow flashed in his eyes: Since I want to know, I just say that, but after hearing this, don't have any psychological shadows, which will lead to a loss of interest later. So much money will be wasted tonight.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly: Anyway, it’s not my money, and even if I lose interest, it’s not a waste to hear the princess’s love history.
Love history?
The courtesan's face showed a hint of sarcasm. What kind of love history is this? After I was asked by your second prince Wanyan Zongwang, he occupied me in the camp that night. Later, I naturally became his concubine. But now that I think about it, in addition to dealing with his...his needs, it was not too difficult to accept, after all, he could also be considered to be pampering me.
He died not long afterwards. His wife thought that the reason why he died young was because he had exhausted his energy and called me a beauty a disaster, so she sent me to the laundry yard.
Song Qingshu's heart was thrilled and he finally got to the point!
Life in the laundry yard is not so easy. You have to be tortured by those in charge every day, and occasionally you have to be summoned by the emperor to sleep with... As soon as the courtesan said this, Song Qingshu couldn't help asking: Emperor?Which emperor?
Your Emperor Taizong and later Emperor Xizong, the courtesan suddenly bit his lips and was almost bleeding. You Jin people are despicable and shameless, without any etiquette and morality. The emperor occupied his nephew's woman, and the latter emperor came to the previous emperor's woman, and the woman who was truly a beast!
Song Qingshu felt the woman's body trembling violently, and subconsciously hugged her tightly. Thinking of her humiliated experience over the years, a pity suddenly surged in her heart: Don't worry, this kind of life is about to end.
Finish?
The woman in her arms sighed quietly. In my opinion, the days of suffering have really begun. Although the love is unfortunate, it only needs to serve you emperor. But now he has been thrown into a brothel. I don’t know how many men will be insulted in the future...
Song Qingshu frowned: Since you think so in your heart, why not stop yourself and end all this?
This is what Song Qingshu thinks is the strangest thing. It would be fine if they could barely endure the previous suffering, but they were all thrown into the brothel. Could it be that they still have the attitude of accepting their fate?
There is no way to escape from the sea of suffering, but there is always a way to choose death, right?
However, according to his inquiry during this period, no princess in the laundry courtyard had ever chosen to commit suicide. Could it be that they inherited the weak genes of the two emperors Hui and Qin, and were already greedy for death and would rather endure all this humiliation?
You actually asked me this kind of question?The courtesan laughed nervously, you golden men used such demonic means to control us, but now we ask why we don’t stop ourselves?
The courtesan put away his laughter and spitted on Song Qingshu's face: Bah, despicable and shameless!
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, not knowing where he had messed with her. It was the first time he was spitted by a woman after saying so long.
The courtesan spitted and closed his ears, but the imagined slap did not come. He opened his eyes and looked at Song Qingshu, which happened to meet his pity-loving eyes. He couldn't help but tremble. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the water stains on his face: You are really different from other Jin people.
Maybe I am not a tough person.Song Qingshu laughed at himself.
The courtesan's fingertips streaked across his beard and couldn't help laughing foolishly: I didn't expect that you, a big beard, are so sentimental. Well, you don't hate it so much, I will serve you all night tonight.
Uh... Tonight was the first time she claimed her identity as a princess, but Song Qingshu couldn't be happy because he noticed that the other party's eyes became blurred, as if he was a little moved.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a headache. What's the matter? I'm talking about the serious business tonight!
While he was hesitating whether to tell him the matter, the courtesan hooked his neck and put his red lips in his ear and whispered: I heard you are the prince consort of the Jin Kingdom?
Uh…yes.Song Qingshu nodded subconsciously.
How does the Princess of Jin feel?The courtesan bit his lips, and there seemed to be a strange feeling in his voice.
Not bad.Song Qingshu found that his brain circuit suddenly was not enough, and there was something wrong with this style.
I will let you know tonight that compared to the princess of the Jin Kingdom, the princess of our Song Kingdom...the taste is better... The courtesan's voice seemed to be all twitching from his throat, so sweet that it was a bit unreasonable.
The woman in her arms was like a restless kitten, making Song Qingshu's heart tremble, but if he hadn't realized that something was wrong now, he would have been too slow.
I took the wine glass on the table and smelled it. Sure enough, I smelled the aphrodisiac drug although the dosage was not large.
Song Qingshu suddenly realized in his heart: I am afraid that the people in the washing clothes garden were also afraid that the Song Dynasty princess was disobedient, so he quietly tampered with the wine.
What should I do if this is so bad?
Song Qingshu was stunned. The woman in his arms twisted like a beautiful snake, which made him feel a little angry, and the sound of a demon seduction sounded in his ears:
This woman was a beauty that was snatched by two emperors and one prince of the Jin Kingdom.
She was the most beautiful fifth princess in the Northern Song Dynasty back then.
She belongs to you tonight.
Besides, she is not a bad girl, so she will definitely not blame you afterwards.
There are not many opportunities like this that you only need to enjoy and don’t have to take any responsibility after you have fun.
……
In the end, Song Qingshu forced the idea of rectifying the woman on the spot. After all, her fate was already pity, so how could he bear to stab her again?
Song Qingshu picked her up and put her on the bed. He was about to untie her clothes to facilitate her to use her skills to force out the evil spirit in her body, but the window suddenly exploded, and a cold light pierced from behind him:
The thief dies!
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