Chapter 19 Princess Jincheng

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"Do you want King Ming to come and practice Joyful Zen, and you can share your experience and experience on the road." Song Qingshu teased.

Jiu Mozhi's face changed, and he said with a sly smile: "Those who have practiced joyful meditation since ancient times must have great wisdom. The monks are not good enough, so don't try it."

"Duke Ming didn't come here on purpose to see our jokes, right?" Qu Feiyan and Zhong Ling were too tender-skinned, so embarrassed to fall into Song Qingshu's arms in front of outsiders, so they broke free and stood nearby, making Song Qingshu feel melancholy .

"Young Master Song is joking, the little monk came here to congratulate the son on his recovery from his internal injuries and to practice supreme magic, and secondly, in the name of the lord of our country, he sent over the book of the alliance between the Qing Dynasty and Tubo, and asked the son to pass it on to your country by the way. Emperor." Jiu Mozhi took out an exquisite booklet from his arms and handed it to Song Qingshu.

"Oh?" Song Qingshu took it, not in a hurry to put it in his arms, but asked, "How is the war between your country and Mongolia?"

"Since your son entered Tibet, he must have seen the dangers of the road along the way. As long as our country is united in defense, no matter how strong the Mongolian army is, it is impossible to take advantage of it. , I hope you will forgive me." Jiu Mozhi had a trace of apology on his face.

"King Ming has been worrying too much, and Song has a clear priority." Thinking of other sects of Tantric Buddhism, a trace of worry flashed on Song Qingshu's face. Shingon Sect and other disciples and Mongolia should cooperate with each other and lead the wolf into the room."

"What the son said is very true, and this is what we are worried about." Kumozhi nodded solemnly.

"Haha, let the national teacher worry about these things, Song will not overstep the responsibility," Song Qingshu handed the national book to Qu Feiyan, signaling her to put it away, "The national teacher can rest assured, Song must send the national book to our country. In the hands of the emperor."

"There is Mr. Lao Song." Jiu Mozhi nodded in praise.

"Xia's injury is almost better. I plan to leave for my country tomorrow, and I won't say goodbye to the national teacher at that time." Song Qingshu replied.

"The little monk understands that since this is the case, the little monk will not disturb the rest of the son, and will leave first." Jiu Mozhi showed a strange smile and floated away.

"That smelly monk looked at us strangely when he left." Zhong Ling pouted sullenly.

"If you want me to see, what kind of monk he is, he is just a flower monk, full of dirty thoughts." Qu Feiyan also looked a little unnatural by him, and snorted coldly.

"A monk is also a man," Song Qingshu held the two women's little hands in his hands, "he must be envious of this son's beauty, having two such beautiful and lovely little girls."

Zhong Ling was okay, she was willing to sacrifice herself, but Qu Feiyan felt a little uncomfortable. Last night, she was confused and offered a pillow seat, but Song Qingshu broke her body, which made her depressed all the time. She woke up in the morning, although in front of Song Qingshu. She is very well-behaved, but her heart is extremely melancholy.

Song Qingshu was also keenly aware of the unnaturalness hidden under the smiles of the two women, and dragged the two out: "Go: "It's rare to come to Tibet, so you have to go around the scenery, let's go, let's play in Lhasa together. ." But in my heart I thought: Hey, I rolled the sheets before falling in love, it seems that I have to go to bed first and then make up the ticket, and cultivate more feelings.

A group of three people spent a long time in Lhasa City, and the exotic atmosphere seemed to have a different flavor, but the three of them were tall and handsome men, soft and handsome women, and they were dressed as people from the Central Plains. After walking around, the residents on the street looked at them instead. Point to point.

"Brother Song, let's stop shopping. It feels weird that they look at us like monkeys." Zhong Ling shrank behind Song Qingshu and said in a low voice, pulling on his sleeve.

"Well, that's right, let's go back." Song Qingshu held her hand and praised her inwardly for being so smooth and soft, so she planned to go back to Ningma Temple.

"Hey, there are actually Han girls in the city, little lady, let my brother show the friendship of the landlord and show you the famous attractions in the city."

Song Qingshu and the three looked back in amazement, only to see a chubby and strong man behind him smiling at the two girls, dressed in luxurious clothes, and surrounded by a dozen guards.

"Where beautiful women are, it's the original sin," Song Qingshu looked at the two women with a wry smile, then turned around and asked the man with a fist, "The next is Song Qingshu, the messenger of the Qing Dynasty, I don't know who you are?"

"Emissary of the Qing Dynasty? Never heard of it," Fatty hesitated for a moment, looking at the petite and weak figures of the two girls, only to feel a heat in his lower abdomen, "I suspect that you are spies sent by Mongolia, come on, Take it down for me and bring it back for a strict interrogation?"

Song Qingshu had a dark face and slandered in his heart: why are there such dignitaries who rob civilians everywhere? Could it be that I overestimated the integrity of the ancients. Seeing that his subordinates are good in martial arts, they are just ordinary masters. After taking action to teach him a good lesson, a soft female voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Zong Zan, you are bullying the people again."

A look of unwillingness flashed across the fat man's face, and he hurriedly bent down and bowed: "Zong Zan pays respects to the Queen Mother."

Song Qingshu looked back in amazement, only to see a carriage parked nearby, and a woman behind the gauze said, "Zong Zan, your father, the king, went to the front to supervise the battle and asked me to discipline you well, but I didn't expect you to bully the man again just after he left. Bully."

"The mother misunderstood. I just saw that these people seem to be unfamiliar with the terrain of Lhasa, and I intend to introduce them to the various attractions in the city. There is no other meaning." Zong Zan said with a smile.

"Really?" The woman in the carriage turned to look at Song Qingshu and his party, as if asking what they meant.

"Queen Mother, Zong Zan? Could it be Prince Zong Zan of Tubo?" Song Qingshu knew that in the other party's territory, more things are worse than less things, and quickly replied: "The prince is really just out of good intentions."

The people in the carriage saw their clothes, and their voices seemed a little excited: "Look at everyone's attire, they should be people from the Central Plains. I don't know how many are from Song country?"

The three of them looked at each other, and Song Qingshu had no choice but to answer honestly: "One of the three of us is from Dali, and the other two are from Qing."

"Oh," the person in the carriage couldn't hide his disappointment, and said lightly, "Tubo has not been very peaceful recently. If you have nothing to do, it would be better for you to return to the Central Plains as soon as possible... Let's go." Hearing her order, the coachman drove the carriage, Leave slowly.

Prince Zongzan gave the two women a greedy look, followed behind the carriage unwillingly, and gradually moved away.

"Who was that fat man just now?" After the other party disappeared at the end of the street, Song Qingshu asked the vendor beside him.

"He is our favorite son of Zanpo, Prince Zongzan who is known as the devil of the world, and he likes to bully men and women the most on weekdays. You are lucky this time, you met our queen, otherwise you two female companions , I'm afraid I can't keep it." The merchant whispered.

"Queen?" A trace of doubt flashed on Song Qingshu's face, "But I just saw that she didn't seem to be very old. How could she be Prince Zongzan's mother and queen?"

"Outlander, you don't know this, the queen is not Prince Zongzan's biological mother, but Princess Jincheng who was sent by the Song state to marry a few years ago. Zamp loves her very much, so although the queen is not a few years older than Prince Zongzan , but the prince is also afraid of her three points." Seeing that no one else noticed this, the merchant explained quickly.

"Princess Jincheng, no wonder she got a little excited when she saw our costumes," Song Qingshu sighed on the way back, "I could feel the sadness between her brows through the curtain just now, presumably she and her relatives went to the wild land, My heart must be extremely sad... Hey, what kind of eyes do you have?"

"Brother Song, you don't have any thoughts about her, do you, she is the Queen of Tubo?" Qu Feiyan's eyes were full of suspicion.

"What nonsense," Song Qingshu said embarrassedly, "I'm just feeling it. Besides, we're leaving tomorrow, what can you think?"

"Is it because we continue to stay in Tubo for a while, you have ideas about others?" Zhong Ling echoed the loophole in his language.

"You two little girls, are you on the same front now? Look at the husband and the husband!" Song Qingshu reached out and scratched the two girls' armpits, making the two girls giggled and quickly apologized.

In his spare time, he looked back at the place where the carriage disappeared. Song Qingshu sighed in his heart: "Since ancient times, old husbands and young wives have had no happy endings..."

When night fell, Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan, who had always been lively and active, suddenly became silent. Sitting in the room, Song Qingshu also noticed that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange, and quickly said, "We will go back to Dali tomorrow, and prepare to salute. Okay?"

"Ready." Qu Feiyan replied, then looked down at his toes and stopped talking.

Song Qingshu was suffocated, so he could only continue to ask: "Did you buy some herbs, we suffered a lot from altitude sickness before."

"I bought it." Zhong Ling snorted and also played with the corner of his clothes against his head.

Song Qingshu was instantly happy when he saw it, and said directly: "It's getting late, why don't we just sleep and recharge our batteries, we'll be on our way tomorrow."

"Oh~"

"Hmm~"

Two very cute answers, but no one moved. Song Qingshu yawned, "It looks like you guys are in good spirits, I'll go to bed first." After speaking, he fell on the bed, and after a while, he started to snort.

Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan looked at each other and continued to sit on the stool. After some time, they finally couldn't reach the pajamas. The two walked to the bedside step by step, gritted their teeth.

"I'm sleeping." After a long silence, Zhong Ling said.

"Then I'll sleep outside." Qu Feiyan replied with a blushing face.

After a murmur, the two girls carefully got into the bed, far away from Song Qingshu in the middle, daring not to touch his skin.

After a long time, Zhong Ling felt a big hot hand touching her lower abdomen, she was startled, and worried about disturbing Qu Feiyan next to her, she had to bite the crown of her teeth and dare not make a sound. Who would have known that the hand moved up slowly, penetrated into the underwear, and kept playing with his soft little breasts. Zhong Ling couldn't bear it any longer, and was about to speak, when suddenly he heard Qu Feiyan's slightly trembling voice: "Brother Song, didn't you say that you are leaving tomorrow, you need to replenish your energy... store up your strength..."

"Big brother, I'm practicing Huanxi Zen, and now I'm recharging my energy." Song Qingshu's hateful voice sounded.

Zhong Ling was stunned for a moment, a dry and hot lips were pressed up, she snorted, and she slowly closed her eyes...

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