Chapter 784

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Seeing that good words and inquiries were of little use, Song Qingshu decided to change her strategy, first to completely break her heart, and then deliberately asked in a deep voice, "Besides your husband, how many men have you ever been touched by?"

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 lead the topic to her sisters who were also suffering, and then inquire about the situation of those princesses.

The oiran's face turned pale: "This question... can I not answer this question?"

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to squeeze her chin, and the touch of his fingertips made him slightly startled: I didn't expect that after so many years of torture, her skin was still so delicate.

He quickly came back to his senses, and looked at her oppressively at such a close distance: "No way!"

The oiran's eyelashes trembled, and a trace of inexhaustible sorrow flashed in his eyes: "Since the lord wants to know, the concubine said it, but after the lord hears, don't have any psychological shadows, which will cause you to lose interest later. All that money was wasted tonight."

Song Qingshu smiled lightly: "It wasn't my money anyway, and even if I lost interest, it wouldn't be a waste to hear the princess' love story."

"History of love?" A sarcastic look appeared on Hua Kui's face, "What kind of love story is this? After I was asked by your second prince Wanyan Zongwang to go there, he occupied me in the tent that night, and then I naturally became his. Concubine Ji, but now that I think about it, in addition to meeting his...his needs, it wasn't too difficult to accept, after all, he can be regarded as doting on me."

"He died not long afterward. His wife thought that the reason why he died young was because he exhausted his energy on me, and she called me a troublemaker, so she sent me to the washroom."

Song Qingshu's heart jumped, and he finally got to the point!

"Life in the Huanyi Courtyard is not so good, I have to be tortured by those stewards every day, and occasionally be called by the emperor to serve the bed..." As soon as Hua Kui said this, Song Qingshu couldn't help asking: "Emperor? Which emperor?"

"Your Emperor Taizong, and the later Emperor Xizong," the oiran suddenly bit his lip, and blood was almost oozing out, "You Jin people are despicable and shameless, have no etiquette and morality, the emperor occupies his nephew's woman, the latter one The emperor is fortunate to be the woman of the previous emperor again, she really is a kingdom of beasts!"

Song Qingshu felt the body of the woman in his arms tremble violently, and subconsciously hugged her tightly, thinking of her humiliation over the years, a feeling of pity suddenly surged in his heart: "Don't worry, this kind of day will soon be over. It's over."

"End?" The woman in her arms sighed softly, "In my opinion, the days of suffering have only really begun. Although the love is unfortunate, it is only used to serve your emperor. How many men will I be humiliated by..."

Song Qingshu frowned: "Since you think so, why don't you cut yourself off and end all this?"

This is what Song Qingshu finds the most strange. It would be fine if they could barely endure the previous hardships, but they were all thrown into the brothel. Are they still resigned to their fate?

There is no way to escape the bitter sea, but there is always a way to choose death, right? However, according to his inquiries during this period of time, no princess in the Huanyi Court has ever chosen to commit suicide. Could it be that they inherited the weak genes of the second emperor Huiqin and were so greedy for life and fear of death that they would rather endure all this humiliation?

"You actually asked me such a question?" The oiran laughed nervously, "You Jin people controlled us with such diabolical means, and now you are asking why we don't kill ourselves?"

The oiran stopped laughing and spit on Song Qingshu's face: "Bah, despicable and shameless!"

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, and didn't know where he had offended her. After so long, it was the first time he was spat on by a woman.

After the oiran spit, he closed his ears, but the slap he imagined did not come. He opened his eyes and looked at Song Qingshu, just in time to meet his pitying eyes. He couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and took out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe it for him. Dry the water stains on your face: "You are really different from other Jin Guo people."

"Maybe I'm not hard-hearted enough." Song Qingshu laughed at himself.

The oiran brushed the beard on his face with his fingertips, and couldn't help laughing madly: "I didn't expect you to be so sentimental with a big beard, well, I don't think you are so annoying, this princess will serve you well tonight. "

"Uh..." Tonight was the first time she assumed the identity of a princess, but Song Qingshu was not happy, because he noticed that the other party's eyes became blurred, as if he was a little emotional.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but have a headache, what kind of thing is this, I'm going to get down to business tonight!

When he was hesitating whether or not to tell the truth, the Hua Kui hooked his neck, put his red lips in his ear and whispered, "I heard that you are the consort of the Jin Kingdom?"

"Uh... yes." Song Qingshu nodded subconsciously.

"How does Princess Jin Guo feel?" The oiran bit his lip, and there seemed to be a strange emotion in his voice.

"It's not bad." Song Qingshu found that his brain circuit was suddenly not enough, and this style of painting was not right.

"My concubine will let you know tonight that compared to the princess of Jin, our princess of Song... tastes better..." Hua Kui's voice seemed to come out of her throat, and it was too sweet.

The woman in her arms was like a restless kitten, scratching Song Qingshu's heart, but if he didn't realize what was wrong now, he would be too slow.

I took the wine glass on the table and smelled it, and I smelled it.

Love. The taste of the drug—albeit in small doses. Song Qingshu suddenly knew in his heart: I am afraid that the people in the Huanyiyuan are also afraid that the princess of the Song Dynasty will not be obedient, so they quietly played tricks in this wine.

"What should I do with this?" Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. The woman in his arms was twisting and turning like a beautiful snake, which made him feel a little bit angry, and the temptation of the devil sounded in his ears:

"This woman is a stunner that the two emperors of the Jin Kingdom and a prince snatch it away."

"She was the most beautiful fifth princess in the Northern Song Dynasty."

"Tonight she belongs to you."

"Besides, she's not a yellow flower girl, and she will definitely not blame you afterwards."

"There aren't many opportunities like this where you just need to enjoy and don't have to take any responsibility at all after you're done."

...

In the end, Song Qingshu still forcibly suppressed the idea of ​​rectifying this woman on the spot. After all, her fate was already pitiful enough, so how could he bear to stab her again?

Song Qingshu picked her up and put her on the bed, and was about to untie her clothes so that he could use his energy to force out the poison in her body when the window suddenly burst open, and a cold light pierced his back:

"The thief will die!"

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