Chapter 880

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The reason why Song Qingshu knew how to get out was because Zhao Min trapped Zhang Wuji in a similar cell in "The Story of Heaven and Slaying the Dragon". Zhang Wuji finally tickled her feet before forcing her to release him. Song Qingshu saw where he was now and where they were at that time. The prison cells in which he was located were somewhat similar, so he painted the gourd accordingly, but he did not expect to find a way to get out, but how could he explain this reason? There is only one question and three I don't know.

Wanyan Chongjie was worried that there was an ambush outside, so he cautiously went out, but found that there was no one around, so he looked around, it should be in the back garden of a big family, so he rushed to the door and greeted Song Qingshu: " Come out quickly, no one, take her with you."

"Take her with you?" Song Qingshu was taken aback.

"Of course, take her as a hostage just in case." Wanyan Chongjie said.

"Uh, that's fine." Song Qingshu was worried that the longer she was with Zhao Min, the more likely she would see through her identity, but today she saw that she and Wanyan Chongjie were both capable of martial arts, so she couldn't stay here.

"Don't touch me!" Zhao Min's face froze when she saw Song Qingshu approaching.

Song Qingshu ignored her and hugged her: "What can I do if I touch you?"

"I'll kill you." Zhao Min was immediately embarrassed and angry when he was hugged by a strange man.

"Unfortunately, your martial arts are too poor to kill me." Song Qingshu laughed.

"I will find someone to kill you." Zhao Min said angrily.

"Who are you looking for? The Song Qingshu you mentioned just now?" Song Qingshu asked deliberately.

Zhao Min directly turned his head to the other side and ignored him.

When Wanyan Chongjie saw him holding Zhao Min out, a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes: "It's cheaper for you first, let's go." After saying that, he used his light work, and took advantage of the night to fly out in a few vertical leaps. After reaching the courtyard wall, Song Qingshu followed Zhao Min in his arms.

"Hey, this is King Xu's other courtyard." After stepping out of the courtyard to see the surrounding terrain, Wanyan Chongjie suddenly showed a strange expression.

"How do you know?" Song Qingshu looked around, it should be near the back door, and there is no sign like a plaque.

"My home is nearby. I have lived in this area for more than ten years since I was a child. Do you think I know?" Wanyan Chongji rolled her eyes. At this time, there were heavy footsteps in the distance, and she hurried. He said, "This is the residence of many high-ranking officials and nobles, so the guards are very strict, and there are often soldiers patrolling. It is inconvenient for you to carry such a big living person. Come to my house and hide first."

Song Qingshu didn't want to cause trouble either, nodded and said, "Okay!"

Wanyan Chongjie led the way, Song Qingshu hugged Zhao Min and followed him, turned left and right, and quickly turned through the back door of a house and entered an elegant attic.

"Is this your boudoir?" Song Qingshu asked subconsciously, noticing the accessories and the girly layout inside.

The speaker listened intentionally, and Wanyan Chongjie's little face was flushed: "You still have a prisoner, and you can't leak the news, where else can you place you other than here?"

The boudoir of a girl in this era can be said to be a very private place. In addition to family members, generally only a few female friends can come in. Even fathers rarely get involved, let alone bring other men in. The only men of the same age who can enter are probably only future husband. Although the Jin Dynasty was a grassland regime, it has been deeply sinicized over the years, and the etiquette in this regard is not much different from that of the Southern Song Dynasty.

"Is that so?" Song Qingshu just nodded, but someone came up from the stairs, he couldn't help but wonder, "Isn't this your boudoir, why are people coming over so late?"

"It should be my mother." Wanyan Chongjie frowned, her face suddenly a little ugly.

"Pucha Alihu?" Song Qingshu heard news about her several times before, and knew that she used to be the eldest lady of the Pucha family, the younger sister of the two brothers Pucha Ahudie and Ahute, who was also the gold medalist before Gobi. The country's first beauty.

Although Song Qingshu was a little curious about the former No. 1 beauty in the Jin Kingdom, she was even more curious about Wanyan Chongjie's reaction. Why did she mention her mother's attitude, and there seemed to be a hint of... disgust in her indifference?

"You hide first." Wanyan Chongjie pouted at her and motioned her to find a place to hide. Song Qingshu looked around and subconsciously wanted to hide on the bed. The situation was gone, but Wanyan Chongjie hurriedly waved his hand. Song Qingshu thought about it too. It was a bit embarrassing for a big man to put the little girl's bed into it. Hearing the footsteps getting closer, he hurriedly picked up Zhao Min and jumped away. He jumped and hid on a beam on the roof. In order to prevent Zhao Min from making a sound, he also sealed the other party's dumb hole, causing her to roll her eyes.

As soon as the two were hidden, a beautiful woman pushed the door and came in. With watery eyes, rosy lips, high breasts, and a plump and soft body, the first thing any man would think of when he looked at her would be the bed. , With Song Qingshu's critical eye for seeing beauty, he has to admit that this mature young woman is extremely attractive, and she is worthy of being the first beauty in the previous Jin Dynasty.

But that's all, Song Qingshu has enough women around him now. He is no longer the young man who was impulsive when he saw a woman. Today, he is only interested in two kinds of women. One is the one he really likes. The second is to help his career.

Song Qingshu suddenly frowned, and he could smell a strong smell of alcohol from a long distance away. How could this woman drink so much alcohol?

"Mother, you're drunk again." After hearing what Yan Chongjie said, she should be in this state often.

"You know...what do you know at a young age, er~ wine...wine is the best thing in this world, as the so-called...the so-called solution of a thousand grievances when you get drunk." The mature young woman said intermittently, while walking towards As I walked on the bed, I saw Song Qingshu wiping sweat secretly. I blamed Wanyan Chongji for telling me not to hide on the bed. I knew that her mother would lie down on the bed when she was drunk.

"Resolving thousands of grievances, solving thousands of grievances, you are escaping." Wanyan Chongjie glanced at her mother with some anger.

"Haha," the mature young woman smiled and said other things, "Daughter, where have you been, my mother hasn't seen you all night, and I'm worried that you will be deceived by some stinky man, woo woo …”

Song Qingshu's brows were slightly wrinkled, and the woman started to cry as she spoke. It seemed that there were too many things to suppress on weekdays, and their mother and daughter did not know how many things they had encountered over the years.

Wanyan Chongjie's face was stern, and her tone was full of sarcasm: "On the one hand, you are worried about my accident, and on the other hand, you are very drunk. You are really a good mother."

The mature young woman smiled embarrassedly: "Because mother knows that my good daughter is the most... smartest, only you take advantage of others... Others take advantage of others, no one else can take advantage of you... take advantage of you, so... so Just let the maid stare at you here, see... Seeing that the lights in your room are lit up, my mother will... won't she come to see you right away."

"Since you've seen it, you can go back and rest." Wanyan Chongjie replied coldly.

"Mother is dizzy, I'm going to sleep with you today...Sleep..." Before she could finish her words, her slight snoring sounded on the bed.

"You!" Wanyan Chongji was angry and anxious, standing there with a blank expression.

Seeing that Pucha Alihu had already fallen asleep, Song Qingshu jumped down: "Lingtang...Lingtang is really a bit special." To save others by himself, if his mother was like this, he certainly didn't want to be seen by outsiders. It's really embarrassing that I accidentally broke through the embarrassment between their mother and daughter.

"Do you think she is beautiful?" Wanyan Chongjie asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Song Qingshu didn't expect her to ask such a question. She glanced at the mature young woman on the bed. Although she was drunk, she was still sleeping like a begonia, and subconsciously replied, "It's pretty."

Wanyan nodded heavily, and suddenly reached out and touched Zhao Min's sleeping point, Song Qingshu looked surprised: "What are you doing?"

Wanyan Chongjie ignored him, walked directly to the bed and sat down, reached out and stroked her mother's face, tidied up her somewhat messy hair, and gradually moved her fingers down, slowly loosening the collar of her dress, revealing the With a small piece of fair skin, he turned to look at Song Qingshu: "Do you want to fuck her?"

"Shrimp?" Song Qingshu was completely Spartan. He never expected the other party to throw such a shocking sentence. You can think about it, in the middle of the night, he was invited to her by a beautiful girl who only met a few times. boudoir, and then she tore off her mother's clothes and asked if she wanted to go? What a bloody and blasphemous development this is!

"Are you sick?" This was the only sentence that could express Song Qingshu's mood at this time.

"I know what you're worrying about, don't worry, there's nothing to worry about," Wanyan Chongjie suddenly laughed nervously and pointed to the woman on the bed, "She's drunk now, she won't remember what you did. , it doesn't matter if she remembers, she's the best bitch anyway."

"How can you say that about your mother?" Song Qingshu frowned.

"Because she doesn't deserve to be my mother!" Wanyan Chongjie's voice was as cold as ice, "I don't need a woman who can be my best as my mother."

All the best? Song Qingshu pondered, there are many rumors about Pucha Ali tiger in the capital circle, but most of them have no real evidence, but her daughter said so, are those rumors true?

While he was contemplating, Wanyan Chongjie suddenly stood up: "Go, accompany me to kill Wanyan Liang."

"Miss, your mind jumping is too big. You were talking about your mother just now..." Seeing the hatred in Wanyan Chongjie's eyes, Song Qingshu moved in his heart and asked tentatively, "Why did your mother change? Is it like this because of Wanyanliang?"

Wanyan Chongjie bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, but she couldn't hold it back after all, and crystal tears streamed down her white as jade cheeks.

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