Chapter 57: The eve of the meeting of three beauties

"No one will think you are mute if you don't speak," Shui Sheng snorted, "Miss, I will sleep for a while. Don't blame me for not warning you. If you scream and attract the guards, I will be dead anyway. I will definitely stab you to death first, or we will both die together." Shui Sheng raised the knife she just took out from her boot.

Looking at the dagger shining in front of him, Song Qingshu asked strangely: "Then why didn't you stab me to death just now? Aren't you even more afraid that I would reveal your secrets?"

Shui Sheng's pretty face turned red and she thought to herself, although this person may have a bit of a bad mouth, he is still pretty good to me after all. How can I do anything...

"Ah, I know," Song Qingshu shouted, "You must have seen that I am young, handsome, and highly skilled in martial arts, and you have silently promised me your heart... wu... wu..."

Shui Sheng was startled by his surprise. She couldn't laugh or cry when she heard his nonsense. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she took out her embroidered handkerchief from her arms and stuffed it into Song Qingshu's mouth.

"It's finally quiet..." Shui Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the soft bed, wrapped himself in quilt, and closed his eyes in enjoyment...

In her sleep, Shui Sheng felt a little chilly and unconsciously leaned against a warm place on her back. She felt that it was a warm bearskin coat, so she huddled up and let it cover her whole body.

Early the next morning, a scream broke the tranquility of dawn. It turned out that after Shui Sheng woke up, she found that Song Qingshu had slept behind her at some point, her head was resting on his arm, and her body was curled up in his arms like a little bird, which made her even more devastated. It was his own hand that was holding the other person's big hand, letting it cover his soft chest...

Pushing his thigh away from her waist, Shui Sheng pointed at Song Qingshu with a pale face: "You...you...you..." At this time, she couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Miss Shui, I've warned you, be careful of getting into the wrong bed." Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at her with an innocent expression.

"Didn't you get your acupoints tapped by me? I also tied you up..." Shui Sheng looked around in disbelief.

"Are you looking for this?" Song Qingshu took out a light blue ribbon from his arms. It was the same belt that Shui Sheng took off his dress yesterday and tied his hands. He took it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, "I am a master. Well, of course there is a way."

Seeing Shui Sheng grab it in a hurry, and hurriedly straightening up the messy clothes, Song Qingshu supported his head with his hands, lay on his side on the bed, looked at her, and said calmly: "Miss Shui, in fact, you don't need to be so nervous at all. Last night I was even worse than Liu Xiahui, I didn't do anything, just..."

"Just what?" Shui Sheng's eyes turned cold and she stared at him nervously.

"It's just that someone tried her best to rub into my arms last night, and even took the initiative to hold my hand to hold her breasts..."

"Stop talking!" Shui Sheng was filled with shame and anger. She clenched her teeth tightly and tears fell down.

Although Shui Sheng looked pretty with her big eyes filled with tears, Song Qingshu still couldn't bear to see her continue to be sad, "Tsk, what's the big deal about maid warming the master's bed? Come on, come and help the master change his clothes."

Shui Sheng glanced at him bitterly, jumped out of bed, turned her back, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Song Qingshu was not worried. After arranging his clothes, he said: "Miss Shui, thank you for not killing me last night. I have decided..."

"Let me go?" Shui Sheng turned around in surprise.

"Although I do have the idea of letting you go, I really want to experience what it's like to have an extremely delicate maid to serve you. After weighing the two factors, I will decide when you can serve me well, and I will let you go. You." Song Qingshu looked at her with a smile.

"Shameless!" Shui Shengfen's face was covered with another layer of frost.

"You yourself have dirty thoughts," Song Qingshu shouted, "Maidmaid is a sacred profession, okay? In the Western Continent, there is a nice nickname, that is maid..." Song Qingshu fell into memories, and soon woke up, He continued: "I'm not asking you to be the maid of intercourse, why are you anxious?"

Shui Sheng thought about it carefully and realized that Song Qingshu was tied up by him last night because he was just acting to cooperate with him. The difference in strength between the two was so big that it seemed impossible for him to escape... "Have I taken good care of you? It's not just a word from you, if you keep ignoring your conscience, won't this girl have to serve you for the rest of her life?" Shui Sheng suddenly raised his head and said coldly.

Song Qingshu was not affected by her cold voice at all. Instead, he heard the loose tone in the other party's tone, and said happily: "I have always been an honest young gentleman... Uh, what's your expression? Don't roll your eyes, since you don't believe it." , then I will set another deadline, half a year at most, and I will let you go, of course, if you have served me extremely well before and let me enjoy caring and comfort, I can also let you go in advance."

"Okay, it's a deal!" Shui Sheng said indifferently.

"I lied to you that you are a puppy." Song Qingshu swaggered and sat on the chair, patted his arm, "Oh, come and give the master a squeeze. I was pillowed by someone all night last night, and now I feel sore and sore."

Thinking of the soft and warm pillow last night, Shui Sheng blushed and walked over nervously, pouting: "Hey, is it here?"

"A little lower, yes... yes... a little less strength, um~" Song Qingshu felt that his internal organs were as if they had been ironed, and there was nothing wrong with them; there were 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit, and there was not a single one. Uncomfortable.

Of course, it's not because of how clever Shui Sheng is. After all, no matter how clever she is, she can't compare to those well-known health care companies that Song Qingshu visited in her previous life.

The source of all Song Qingshu's comfort lies in Shui Sheng's identity. Thinking of her being an imposing young lady who has probably never done rough work since she was a child, but she has to pinch her shoulders, this feeling is really refreshing.

"I wonder what it would be like if a princess or something pressed it for me..." At this moment, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel distracted.

When Wei Xiaobao saw Shui Sheng standing neatly behind Song Qingshu, a pair of eyeballs almost fell off, he pulled Song Qingshu over, and said with a smile: "Brother Song is indeed a master, he cleaned up this little pepper in one night. Post."

Wei Xiaobao didn't know martial arts and didn't avoid Shui Sheng deliberately, so all his words were heard by Shui Sheng. Shui Sheng took a look at the funny braid on Wei Xiaobao's back, and really wanted to grab them and strangle them to death.

After breakfast, Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian led the team of envoys back to Beijing with great fanfare, but Wei Xiaobao followed Song Qingshu and slipped out the back door quietly, heading for Gusu.

"Hey, I don't have a carriage, and I don't have a horse. How far is this journey, Shuang'er, I miss you so much." After driving for a while, Wei Xiaobao complained endlessly.

"It's really useless!" Shui Sheng muttered disdainfully. All these misfortunes came from him, and Shui Sheng certainly wouldn't give him a good look.

"You bitch, what did you say?" Wei Xiaobao glared at her fiercely, and then a scolding war began.

Hundreds of words are omitted here...

Shui Sheng is a yellow-flowered girl, how can she be the rival of Wei Xiaobao who was born in the business world. Soon he was so angry that his cheeks turned red, his eyes filled with tears, and he wished he could kill him with a sword.

Song Qingshu secretly smacked his lips when he heard this. He was so humble in front of Wei Xiaobao that he was so embarrassed.

With a light cough, Song Qingshu interrupted the scolding battle between the two. Song Qingshu deliberately showed off in front of the two of them. For Wei Xiaobao, he wanted to increase his weight in the other party's heart; Instinct shown in front of you.

"It's too slow to walk like this. Come closer to me and I'll take you to Gusu." Song Qingshu greeted.

The two walked over dubiously. Song Qingshu wrapped Shui Sheng's slender waist with his left hand, lifted Wei Xiaobao's shoulder with his right hand, and performed the lightness kung fu of stepping on the sand without a trace. The three of them quickly disappeared into the distance like a wisp of green smoke.

Being hugged by Song Qingshu, Shui Sheng realized the terrifying speed of the three of them before he came and screamed. Looking at the trees that quickly disappeared behind him, Shui Sheng looked back at Song Qingshu's profile with a complicated expression: My cousin is far inferior to him in terms of talent, appearance and martial arts... Oops, Shui Sheng, what are you thinking...

Different from Shui Sheng's complicated thoughts, Wei Xiaobao let out a "yo ha", looking very excited, thinking in his heart, if he has such a good lightness kung fu, who will catch up with him if he runs away?

Wei Xiaobao was a person who would do it whenever he thought of it. He immediately asked: "Brother Song, can you teach me this Qing Gong?"

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said: "This light skill consumes a lot of internal energy. Brother Wei, you can't learn it without any foundation in internal energy."

"Oh~" Wei Xiaobao's disappointment was beyond words, and he turned around and noticed that Song Qingshu was gently holding Shui Sheng in his arms, but he was lifting his shoulders to himself, and he couldn't help but think angrily: "It can't be this little boy who hides his secrets and refuses to teach me, right?" ."

In his previous life, Song Qingshu was also a master at observing words and emotions. Just now, he was worried that he would bury his heart when he spoke, and quickly added: "Actually, I know that there is an extremely light kung fu in the world, which can be used without any internal force. It is very suitable for Brother Wei."

"What is that?" Wei Xiaobao suddenly became energetic.

"God is ever-changing," Song Qingshu spit out a few words lightly, "Tie Jianmen's unique skills, what's more coincidentally, the Yuan Chengzhi we are going to deal with just happens to know it."

"That's good, it takes no effort at all," Wei Xiaobao chuckled, "If we catch him in the future, we will definitely torture him and ask him about this light skill."

"Brother Wei is really smart by nature, and now he speaks in idioms."

"Brother Song, those idioms know me, but I don't know them. This is what people who have heard of books say before."

...

After half a day of driving, Song Qingshu still had two people with him, and felt a little tired. It happened to be noon, so he stopped at a market on the side of the road, found the largest restaurant among them, and prepared Take some rest before heading on your way.

"Why are you missing this when you go out?" Wei Xiaobao took out a stack of thick banknotes, "Brother Song is good at martial arts, but he definitely doesn't have as much money as me. Don't be polite to me today. Pick the most expensive one, waiter. , first serve your tea and snacks one by one."

The three of them sat down in the private room on the second floor, and Shui Sheng sneered disdainfully: "Upstart."

However, Song Qingshu admired Wei Xiaobao's generosity and generosity. Just as he was about to compliment him, he suddenly heard a deep voice coming from downstairs: "Miss Mu, I have spared your life several times. If you continue to entangle me, don't blame me." You're welcome, monk."