Song Qingshu's expression was strange. Tang Kuobian wouldn't have an affair with this sister-in-law, right?
Thinking of Tang Kuobian, a big bearded man, who married the most beautiful woman in the Jin Dynasty, did he secretly hook up with his wife's sister?
Wanyan Ping's aesthetic view is a bit unique.
Song Qingshu complained deeply, but he quickly ruled out the guess in his heart. After all, there was no abnormality on Wanyan Gebi's face. No matter how generous a woman was, she could not tolerate a hookup between her husband and her own sister.
Ping'er is this kind of willful and willful style, don't take it to your heart.Wanyan Gebi sat down next to the bed again and said while covering Song Qingshu with a quilt.
As Wanyan Gebi sat down beside her, a faint fragrance came, and Song Qingshu felt a moment of loss of consciousness, saying: She is so arrogant, proving that she lives carefree.
Thinking of the girl carrying hatred in the original work, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh.
Seeing a few yawns that Song Qingshu deliberately pretended to be, Wanyan Gebi covered him with a quilt and said with a smile: You are weak now, I won’t talk to you anymore, you can have a good rest.
You go back and rest, I will call my servants to do anything.Song Qingshu naturally wanted her to leave early.
Wanyan Gebi shook her head: The servant is not as caring as me, I am here to accompany you.
Song Qingshu complained secretly, and was staring at her by her side, worried that she would be discovered that she was not Tang Kuobian and could not do anything. Could it be that she would have to lie on the bed like a patient?
Although Wanyan Gebi's voice was gentle, his attitude was very firm in his words, and Song Qingshu could not refuse. In order to avoid talking to her, he had to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep, thinking about how to escape.
But he racked his brains and didn't expect any best of both worlds. He was about to click on the other party's sleepy pussy, but when he opened his eyes, Wanyan Gebi gently supported his forehead with one hand, and he was already asleep by the bed.
Song Qingshu was slightly stunned and reacted. During this period, Wanyan Gebi was worried about her husband's accident and probably hadn't had a good rest. Now that she saw her husband return safely, the tight breath finally relaxed. It was no wonder that she fell asleep so easily.
Only then did he have the opportunity to look at his nominal wife up close. Her delicate and flawless face, her long eyelashes tremble slightly, and the fatigue that could not be concealed between her eyebrows added a bit of pity.
He tiptoed up from the bed and saw that Wanyan Gebi showed no sign of awakening, Song Qingshu sighed secretly: With such a wife, no wonder Tang Kuobian had to entrust me to protect her before he died.
Judging from the frequency of her breathing, she had obviously entered a deep sleep. Song Qingshu was not afraid of waking up the other person, and could not bear to sleep in this position, so he carefully carried her to the bed.
Perhaps because of feeling the abnormal movement of his body, Wanyan Gebi was over, twisted her body, and hugged Song Qingshu's hand, and the soft touch on his chest was presented to him without reservation.
Even though Song Qingshu was used to seeing the wind and moon, a beautiful woman was lying beside her without any defense. When she thought that she could easily peel off her dress with just moving her fingers, even if the other party woke up, she would not resist. Song Qingshu's heart suddenly jumped wildly.
But after all, he was no longer the boy who couldn't tell the difference. He knew that the biggest purpose of his trip was to save Song Yuanqiao and the others, so he hurriedly calmed down and carefully pulled his arm out of Gebi's arms. He looked at her deeply, and jumped off the bed with a flash.
After most of the day, it is now a good time to hide his tracks. Song Qingshu took out a set of night clothes from his carry-on package and put them on, then stuffed some of the prepared tools into his arms. When he walked to the door, he hesitated for a moment, looked back at Wanyan Gebi, and saw that she was still sleeping soundly, so he took off the mask on his face. After all, he was going to visit the palace at night. As the prince-consort of Tang Kuobian, there were many people in the palace who knew him. If someone recognized Tang Kuobian's identity, it would be useless.
After everything was ready, his figure quickly disappeared into the thick night.
Although the palace was strictly guarded, with Song Qingshu's current cultivation and light skills, as long as he ran to the emperor or the queen mother's bedroom without dying, he could still enter the realm of no one. Not long after, he had already touched the deep palace.
I don't know how long he had been wandering around, but Song Qingshu finally admitted helplessly that the action was too hasty. How big is the imperial palace of a country? The reason why he was in the Qing Dynasty was because he had served in the palace for a long time before, but he had never been to the Jin Kingdom and knew nothing about the layout of the imperial palace of the Jin Kingdom. He broke in like a headless fly and wandered around for so long. The guards who were not patrolling were already grateful.
Originally, he thought that he was very familiar with the Qing Dynasty's palace. The Jin Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty were both Jurchens, and the architectural styles should be similar. Who knew that after I came in for a long time, I found that there was no similarity at all, and then I realized that the Qing Dynasty's palace was not built by myself, but was used in the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty. The Jin Dynasty's palace was built by the Jin people in combination with the strengths of each family, of course, the style was completely different.
Now, Song Qingshu can't even distinguish the palaces where the emperor, the empress dowager, the empress and the imperial concubine live, let alone the washing garden.
Alas, it seems that I have to go back and make a long-term plan.Song Qingshu was about to leave when he suddenly heard his ears and hurriedly flashed into the shadow of the rockery next to him.
A man dressed as an eunuch hurried over from a distance. Song Qingshu saw his clothes clearly and instantly determined that his identity in the palace was not low.
But what surprised him even more was that this man was tall and burly, and he did not have the feminine aura of ordinary eunuchs at all. Song Qingshu's heart moved: Could it be a fake eunuch, right?
But now I can't care about so much, so it's better to ask him for information. Song Qingshu's figure flashed and appeared in front of him.
Seeing Song Qingshu suddenly appearing in front of him, the eunuch's pupils tightened and was about to open his mouth and shout when he suddenly noticed the other party's dark pupils, and his whole body froze.
Song Qingshu asked while using the Soul Transfer Technique: What is your name and what position do you hold in the palace?
The eunuch replied one by one: The slave is called Xiaoxingguo, and he is the chief manager of Shangyi Bureau.
Shangyi Bureau?
Song Qingshu's heart moved. Although he was not clear about the system structure of the eunuch of the Jin Palace, since this person was called the chief supervisor, he probably should have a low position. So he asked a little nervously: Do you know where the laundry courtyard is?
Thinking of Tang Kuobian, a big bearded man, who married the most beautiful woman in the Jin Dynasty, did he secretly hook up with his wife's sister?
Wanyan Ping's aesthetic view is a bit unique.
Song Qingshu complained deeply, but he quickly ruled out the guess in his heart. After all, there was no abnormality on Wanyan Gebi's face. No matter how generous a woman was, she could not tolerate a hookup between her husband and her own sister.
Ping'er is this kind of willful and willful style, don't take it to your heart.Wanyan Gebi sat down next to the bed again and said while covering Song Qingshu with a quilt.
As Wanyan Gebi sat down beside her, a faint fragrance came, and Song Qingshu felt a moment of loss of consciousness, saying: She is so arrogant, proving that she lives carefree.
Thinking of the girl carrying hatred in the original work, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh.
Seeing a few yawns that Song Qingshu deliberately pretended to be, Wanyan Gebi covered him with a quilt and said with a smile: You are weak now, I won’t talk to you anymore, you can have a good rest.
You go back and rest, I will call my servants to do anything.Song Qingshu naturally wanted her to leave early.
Wanyan Gebi shook her head: The servant is not as caring as me, I am here to accompany you.
Song Qingshu complained secretly, and was staring at her by her side, worried that she would be discovered that she was not Tang Kuobian and could not do anything. Could it be that she would have to lie on the bed like a patient?
Although Wanyan Gebi's voice was gentle, his attitude was very firm in his words, and Song Qingshu could not refuse. In order to avoid talking to her, he had to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep, thinking about how to escape.
But he racked his brains and didn't expect any best of both worlds. He was about to click on the other party's sleepy pussy, but when he opened his eyes, Wanyan Gebi gently supported his forehead with one hand, and he was already asleep by the bed.
Song Qingshu was slightly stunned and reacted. During this period, Wanyan Gebi was worried about her husband's accident and probably hadn't had a good rest. Now that she saw her husband return safely, the tight breath finally relaxed. It was no wonder that she fell asleep so easily.
Only then did he have the opportunity to look at his nominal wife up close. Her delicate and flawless face, her long eyelashes tremble slightly, and the fatigue that could not be concealed between her eyebrows added a bit of pity.
He tiptoed up from the bed and saw that Wanyan Gebi showed no sign of awakening, Song Qingshu sighed secretly: With such a wife, no wonder Tang Kuobian had to entrust me to protect her before he died.
Judging from the frequency of her breathing, she had obviously entered a deep sleep. Song Qingshu was not afraid of waking up the other person, and could not bear to sleep in this position, so he carefully carried her to the bed.
Perhaps because of feeling the abnormal movement of his body, Wanyan Gebi was over, twisted her body, and hugged Song Qingshu's hand, and the soft touch on his chest was presented to him without reservation.
Even though Song Qingshu was used to seeing the wind and moon, a beautiful woman was lying beside her without any defense. When she thought that she could easily peel off her dress with just moving her fingers, even if the other party woke up, she would not resist. Song Qingshu's heart suddenly jumped wildly.
But after all, he was no longer the boy who couldn't tell the difference. He knew that the biggest purpose of his trip was to save Song Yuanqiao and the others, so he hurriedly calmed down and carefully pulled his arm out of Gebi's arms. He looked at her deeply, and jumped off the bed with a flash.
After most of the day, it is now a good time to hide his tracks. Song Qingshu took out a set of night clothes from his carry-on package and put them on, then stuffed some of the prepared tools into his arms. When he walked to the door, he hesitated for a moment, looked back at Wanyan Gebi, and saw that she was still sleeping soundly, so he took off the mask on his face. After all, he was going to visit the palace at night. As the prince-consort of Tang Kuobian, there were many people in the palace who knew him. If someone recognized Tang Kuobian's identity, it would be useless.
After everything was ready, his figure quickly disappeared into the thick night.
Although the palace was strictly guarded, with Song Qingshu's current cultivation and light skills, as long as he ran to the emperor or the queen mother's bedroom without dying, he could still enter the realm of no one. Not long after, he had already touched the deep palace.
I don't know how long he had been wandering around, but Song Qingshu finally admitted helplessly that the action was too hasty. How big is the imperial palace of a country? The reason why he was in the Qing Dynasty was because he had served in the palace for a long time before, but he had never been to the Jin Kingdom and knew nothing about the layout of the imperial palace of the Jin Kingdom. He broke in like a headless fly and wandered around for so long. The guards who were not patrolling were already grateful.
Originally, he thought that he was very familiar with the Qing Dynasty's palace. The Jin Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty were both Jurchens, and the architectural styles should be similar. Who knew that after I came in for a long time, I found that there was no similarity at all, and then I realized that the Qing Dynasty's palace was not built by myself, but was used in the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty. The Jin Dynasty's palace was built by the Jin people in combination with the strengths of each family, of course, the style was completely different.
Now, Song Qingshu can't even distinguish the palaces where the emperor, the empress dowager, the empress and the imperial concubine live, let alone the washing garden.
Alas, it seems that I have to go back and make a long-term plan.Song Qingshu was about to leave when he suddenly heard his ears and hurriedly flashed into the shadow of the rockery next to him.
A man dressed as an eunuch hurried over from a distance. Song Qingshu saw his clothes clearly and instantly determined that his identity in the palace was not low.
But what surprised him even more was that this man was tall and burly, and he did not have the feminine aura of ordinary eunuchs at all. Song Qingshu's heart moved: Could it be a fake eunuch, right?
But now I can't care about so much, so it's better to ask him for information. Song Qingshu's figure flashed and appeared in front of him.
Seeing Song Qingshu suddenly appearing in front of him, the eunuch's pupils tightened and was about to open his mouth and shout when he suddenly noticed the other party's dark pupils, and his whole body froze.
Song Qingshu asked while using the Soul Transfer Technique: What is your name and what position do you hold in the palace?
The eunuch replied one by one: The slave is called Xiaoxingguo, and he is the chief manager of Shangyi Bureau.
Shangyi Bureau?
Song Qingshu's heart moved. Although he was not clear about the system structure of the eunuch of the Jin Palace, since this person was called the chief supervisor, he probably should have a low position. So he asked a little nervously: Do you know where the laundry courtyard is?
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