Song Qingshuâs heart swayed, and he said with a smile, âHow can other women have the same charm as Sister Lan, I wonder if I can choose you?â
Lan Fenghuangâs expression became a little embarrassed, and she softly said, âIt is not impossible for this one to serve the Young Master, but this one is already the woman of the Cult Master, and it is inconvenient for me to serve other men. I hope the Young Master will forgive me.â
âThat would be difficult. Iâm not interested in women that belong to others.â Song Qingshu didnât expose her lies, and deliberately showed an embarrassed expression. (G: Are you sure MC?)
âIt seems that the Young Master doesnât like our Miao women.â Lan Fenghuang glanced around and a candidate immediately came to her mind, âThen I will send a Han girl over at night, and I hope that the Young Master will be satisfied.â
Song Qingshu suspiciously followed her gaze, and saw that the girl who was following behind He Tieshou was pitifully tied up in the hall by the Five Poison Cultists, and asked with surprise, âWhat do you plan to do with her?â
âAccording to the rules of the Five Poison Cult, such a captured enemy will often be sent to the Spirit Snake Cave to be devoured by ten thousand snakes. Of course, if the Young Master has taken a liking to her, she will belong to you, and this one will naturally not embarrass her.â Worried that Song Qingshu would continue pestering her to sleep with him, Lan Fenghuang rolled her eyes, and revealed a sly smile.
âWhy do women like to make other women suffer so much?â Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment. He didnât expect that Lan Fenghuang, who had such a sweet smile, would be so calm when talking about such a terrifying punishment.
âThen, do you want this woman to serve you in bed?â Lan Fenghuang softly asked.
âNow that youâve said that, how could I have the heart to watch such a beautiful girl die?â Song Qingshu said with a wry smile. After that he left for his room.
Lan Fenghuang came to Zhong Ling and whispered as she untied the shackles on her body, âLittle girl, you have to serve that Young Master well at night, or I will really throw you into the Spirit Snake Cave tomorrow. Here, take this with you, Iâll check it tomorrow.â
Zhong Ling looked at the white silk cloth in her hand with doubt and confusion, âWhat is this?â
âYou have to place this underâŠâ Lan Fenghuang whispered a few words in her ear, causing Zhong Lingâs face to turn red in an instant.
âTomorrow Iâll check if thereâs any red on it, donât try to deceive to me~â
*****
Song Qingshu had just finished washing up in the room when a young girl knocked on the door and walked in. Song Qingshu looked up and carefully observed the girl before him. She had a round face and a small dimple on the corner of her mouth. Her face was full of innocence and youthfulness, but unfortunately now it was full of panic.
âWhatâs your name?â Song Qingshu was not some gentle herbivore. Seeing her beautiful and charming face, he already had the intention of doing the deed in his heart. Of course, he wouldnât be so anxious as if he hadnât seen a woman in his eight lifetimes, he knew that it was always more effective to communicate their feelings first.
âMy name is Zhong Ling.â The girl replied timidly, her eyes dodging around, thinking about how to escape.
âZhong Ling?â Song Qingshu took a deep breath, thinking that it couldnât be a coincidence, so he quickly asked, âThen do you know a woman named Mu Wanqing?â
âSister Mu?â Zhong Ling listened to their conversation in Zhurong Hall during the day, and understood that Song Qingshuâs martial arts realm was very high, and she was worried about the huge difference in their strength. Plus with her Lightning Sable being lost, Zhong Ling thought that her purity would be taken by this stranger for sure. But, she didnât expect that the other party actually knew Mu Wanqing.
âIs your mother Gan Baobao, and your father Duan Zhengchun?â Song Qingshu wanted to slap himself for being such a big mouth. Why would he have to ask that? If he went straight to the deed at hand, he wouldnât have to be so troubled now.
âNonsense, my father is Zhong Wanchou!â In fact, Zhong Ling had learned from her mother that Duan Zhengchun was actually her biological father, but as it concerned her motherâs reputation, she dared not admit it in front of outsiders.
âHow can that âHorse Deityâ give birth to such a beautiful daughter as you? How did you get acquainted with He Tieshou?â Song Qingshu pouted, and began to struggle with a question, âGan Baobao was forced to marry after being pregnant with Zhong Ling. After she married Zhong Wanchou, she slept with that horse-faced man for more than ten years. Thinking about it, if an ugly person married such a beautiful bride, then wouldnât he be plowing the fields all the time? If that is the case, then did Zhong Wanchou put a green hat on Duan Zhengchun, or did Duan Zhengchun put a green hat on Zhong Wanchou?â
Although Zhong Ling was dissatisfied with his comment on Zhong Wanchou, she had no way out other than to reply. So, she narrated the story of how he met Yun Zhonghe in order to find a Lightning Sable again, and was finally rescued by He Tieshou.
âYun Zhonghe, that idiot really didnât change.â Song Qingshu said with a sneer, âOne day, he will have to fulfill the oath he took that day.â
âYoung Master, are you⊠a friend of Sister Mu?â Zhong Ling looked at him cautiously and meekly asked.
âYes, sheâs indeed a friend.â Song Qingshu thought of the day when Mu Wanqing saw Shui Sheng deliberately acting intimate with him, and ran away in anger. He decided to act like a tough guy and did not chase after her. Now, he secretly regrets doing that.
âThatâs great!â Zhong Ling obviously relaxed, and patted her little chest with her hand, âI thought I was doomed tonight.â
âIâm friends with Mu Wanqing, but sheâs not my wife, who told you that I wouldnât do anything to you?â Song Qingshu was clearly going through an internal struggle.
âAh?â Zhong Ling was dumbfounded, she shrank back, and pitifully said, âIâm Sister Muâs best friend, can you let me go for her face?â
âForget it, forget it, just consider it as me being unlucky. You can go to bed by yourself, Iâll find another place to sleep.â Song Qingshu waved his hand, and muttered in his heart, âIf I knew this would happen, I would have just chosen a Miao girl.â
âI knew it! Big Brother Song, you are a good person!â Zhong Ling smiled brightly, her eyes like a crescent moon, and they looked truly beautiful.
âI hate women saying that Iâm a good person the mostâŠâ Song Qingshu was depressed, âGo to sleep by yourself. Iâll go out first, or I wonât be able to guarantee that I wonât get wild in the middle of the night.â
âWait a minute!â Zhong Ling shouted anxiously, seeing him turning around and showing a puzzled look, she quickly said, âCan you sleep in this room tonight, Lan Fenghuang said, if, ifâŠâ
So she told Song Qingshu about Lan Fenghuangâs threat.
âDo you really believe that? Are you still a little girl?â Song Qingshu said with a smile, âLan Fenghuang obviously did this to scare you.â
âWhat if she didnât do this to scare me?â Zhong Ling shuddered at the thought of being thrown into a pile of snakes.
Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had lost his martial arts now, and Lan Fenghuang only treated him with courtesy because of Dongfang Muxue, but Dongfang Muxue was very temperamental, if they really didnât let Zhong Ling go, he really wouldnât be able to help her.
âOkay, Iâll be staying here tonight. Iâll cooperate with you.â Song Qingshu picked up a quilt from the bed and spread it on the ground to make a bed.
âBut Lan Fenghuang will test thatâŠâ Zhong Ling coyly took out the square white silk cloth, and her face flushed red.