Flower Stealing Master Chapter 1597: Fengluo Lenggong

"It's okay..." Song Qingshu comforted her a few words. After all, anyone who wakes up in the middle of the night and finds someone on the side of the bed, not being scared and screaming is considered to be of good psychological quality.

"Have you done your business?" Shen Bijun thought of it, but felt that it was indecent to uncover the quilt. Although she was still wearing clothes, if she stayed in the quilt, it seemed too rude. Everyone’s lady education has never taught how to face this kind of scene, and they couldn’t help being entangled for a while.

Song Qingshu was taken aback, and then realized that she was referring to dealing with Azhu Xiao Yuanshan's affairs, and couldn't help but smile: "It's done."

Noting her awkward and hesitant expression, Song Qingshu thoughtfully said: "You don't need to get up, let's just say that."

"Yeah" Shen Bijun nodded gratefully, thinking that he was really attentive, and at the same time secretly looked at the golden snake king who has long heard of the famous name.

"Are there flowers on my face?" Song Qingshu laughed blankly when she saw her tentatively looking at herself.

"Huh?" Shen Bijun was instantly ashamed, "I...I'm just a little curious."

"Actually, you don't need to be so restrained. We said that we have been together for so long before." Song Qingshu sat down on the side of the bed, in a posture of not treating himself as an outsider.

Shen Bijun quietly glanced at the bedside, but did not stop speaking out, savoring the meaning of the other party's words, she couldn't help but open her eyes wide: "Are you really Zhao Weiyi?"

Song Qingshu smiled slightly and began to imitate Zhao Weiyi's voice again: "Before there was something in the body, I couldn't identify myself. I hope Miss Shen will forgive me."

"It's really you." Hearing the familiar voice, Shen Bijun no longer doubted, "The one I saw at the Wei Palace that day..."

Song Qingshu instantly understood what she was asking, and explained with a smile: "That was a joke made by one of my companions. I hope that Miss will not mind."

"Why would I mind," Shen Bijun pursed his lips. "You don't have to say something like a young lady, just call me Bijun."

Song Qingshu was taken aback. You must know that in this world, especially the women of the Song Dynasty, the names of their boudoirs are generally known only by the closest people. If they agree to directly address their boudoirs, it is obviously related to a certain degree. It seems that this period of time before. Favorability is not white: "Well, Bijun does not need to have a son, you can call me Song Brother in the future."

"Well, Brother Song" Shen Bijun sounded like a mosquito, and a blush appeared on her face. She was also surprised that when she was with Zhao Weiyi, she obviously wouldn't be like this. Why is this person still the same? Does it feel different to me?

"This period of time has made you scared, because I can't make my birth, so I haven't come to you." Song Qingshu is a little apologetic. She is a little girl who has gone through the drastic changes of falling dust from the clouds, the family is destroyed, a weak woman Being unaccompanied in this deep palace, I don't know how much panic and fear I have experienced during this time.

"I am very happy to be able to see you at the end." As the two of them talked, Shen Bijun has slowly calmed down, especially since the tone of the other person's voice is no different from that of Zhao Weiyi before, making her more comfortable. .

But as soon as she said this, she regretted it, because it sounded like a spoiled lover...

Song Qingshu certainly doesn't think too much: "I came to you this time because I have something to tell you."

"Explain..." Hearing these two words, Shen Bijun felt a little in his heart. Not only was she unparalleled in beauty, she was also a talented woman well-known far and wide. Naturally, she was Bingxue and smart. From these two words, she could hear the meaning of parting from each other.

Notice that her face was dark, Song Qingshu naturally understood what was going on, and then explained: "I'm really sorry, it's not the time to save you for the time being, I hope Bijun understands."

Shen Bijun reluctantly smiled: "The situation will not get worse anyway, what does it matter if you don't understand it."

Song Qingshu knew she had misunderstood: "The situation is not as bad as you thought. I just want you to stay in the palace for a while, and I will come back to pick you up in a few months."

"Are you here to pick me up?" Hearing these words, Shen Bijun's face blushed slightly. How did she feel that it was something an expeditionary husband said to his wife, but this feeling did not disgust her, on the contrary, there was a kind of Inexplicable warmth.

Suddenly she thought of something and hurriedly said: "Could you take me out of the palace first? I can find a small house to settle down and wait for you there."

Speaking such a thing is already extremely bold for her, because in a way it also represents a promise that it is self-evident that a woman is willing to wait for a man to come back to pick her up.

The experience during this time made her understand that a weak woman in troubled times does not have any ability to protect herself. Allure’s appearance will not bring her any happiness, but will only bring her endless disasters-unless she can Find one

A strong enough man to rely on. Originally, she could totally choose Xiao Shilang, but she didn't know why, she would think of the luthier who shared her troubles from time to time, and the man entrusted by her father before his death.

Now that she knows that the man she has never forgotten is Song Qingshu, who has moved the world, she was shocked and full of surprises. After all, she had never heard of this legend in her deep boudoir, but at that time she just regarded him as The characters in the myth did not expect to overlap with the men in reality, so a different kind of sentiment arose.

But to say that there is not much love in it, a more appropriate description should be a kind of worship, a kind of attachment, and gratitude for life-saving grace.

Hearing her request, Song Qingshu frowned and shook his head: "No, it's not safe outside the palace." He didn't make it too obvious~ IndoMTL.com~ worried about her embarrassment. There is no self-preservation on her appearance, and it is easy to attract all kinds of mad bees, butterflies, dudes, etc., how can you safely wait until you come to pick her up?

Who knew that Shen Bijun hurriedly said: "It's even more insecure in the palace!"

Song Qingshu was taken aback, looking at her inexplicable expression, suddenly laughed: "You are worried about Yelu Hongji."

"Well," Shen Bijun said slightly, "I had your help last time, but if he comes back after you left, what can I do?" Before, she had no choice but to avenge the Shen family. I can only wronged myself to enter the palace as a concubine, but now I met Song Qingshu, how could she commit herself to Yelu Hongji?

"Don't worry, now Yelv Hongji will not come to you anymore," Song Qingshu explained with a smile, "Moreover, now that Yelvyixin is rebelling, you are again recommended by Xiao Xiamo from Yelvyixin's line. Naturally, you will also be implicated, and the edict that put you in the cold palace will come down in two days."

"Leng Gong?" Shen Bijun's delicate face showed a trace of panic. Although she is not a real imperial concubine, the place of Leng Gong is an unknown place for any woman.

"Don't worry, it's only temporary, and mainly to protect you." Song Qingshu hurriedly comforted.

Shen Bijun gradually calmed down, because it is better to think of a deserted cold palace than to be frightened in the harem: "But... if Yelu Hongji is on a whim and calls me... what if I call me to bed?" She is a one. People who almost became crown princesses have naturally seen these harem biographies of the past dynasties. Although the number is small, there are also concubines who have come back after being beaten into the cold palace. She is worried that Yelu Hongji will come to her again. .

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