The first nineteenth chapter of the princess of Jincheng

"Do you want King Ming to also come and practice the Joy Zen Method, and you can also exchange experiences on the road to enlightenment. Song Qingshu laughed.

Gu Mozhi's face changed, and he sneered: "People who have practiced Huanxi Zen since ancient times are not people with great wisdom, and the little monk's cultivation is not enough, so don't try." ”

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

Song Gongzi laughed, the little monk came over to congratulate Gongzi on the recovery of his internal injuries and his supreme miraculous skills, and secondly, in the name of the lord of our country, he sent the letter of alliance of the Tubo Qing Dynasty to him, and asked Gongzi to transfer it to the emperor of your country by the way. Gu Mozhi took out a delicate booklet from his bosom 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 the prince entered Tibet, he must have seen the steepness of the road along the way, as long as our country is united to defend, no matter how strong the Mongolian soldiers are, they will not want to take advantage of the slightest, the lord of our country happened to inspect the front line recently, so I can't set up a banquet to entertain the son, and I hope the son will forgive me. Hatomo had an apologetic look on his face.

"King Ming is too worried, Song can distinguish the priorities," thinking of the other sects of Tantra, a trace of worry flashed on Song Qingshu's face, "Ji Sun's worries are not in the moment, but within the Xiao Wall, I am afraid that Nalanda Temple, Vajra Sect, Shingon Sect and other sects should cooperate with Mongolia and lead wolves into the room." ”

"What Childe said is very true, and this is also what we are worried about. Kumachi nodded solemnly.

"Haha, let the national teacher worry about these things, Song will not overstep his responsibilities," Song Qingshu handed the national letter to Qu Feiyan and motioned her to put it away, "The national teacher can rest assured, Song will definitely send the national letter to the emperor." ”

"There is a son of Lao Song. Kumachi nodded in goodness.

"I'm almost healed from my injuries, and I plan to leave for China tomorrow, and I won't deliberately resign to the national teacher at that time. Song Qingshu replied.

The little monk understood that since this was the case, the little monk would not disturb the son's rest, and said goodbye first. Hatomo smiled strangely and floated away.

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

"If you want me to see, he is a high-ranking monk, but he is just a flower monk, full of dirty thoughts. Qu Feiyan was also looked at a little unnaturally by him, and snorted coldly.

"Monks are also men," Song Qingshu held the small hands of the two girls in his hands, "He must be envious of the good fortune of this son, with two such beautiful and lovely little girls." ”

Zhong Ling is okay, she was willing to dedicate herself, but Qu Feiyan was a little uncomfortable, last night she recommended herself to the pillow in a daze, and was broken by Song Qingshu, which made her depressed all the time, and she woke up in the morning, although she was in front of Song Qingshu's first nineteenth chapter Princess Jincheng

's face is very well-behaved, but his heart is extremely melancholy.

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

The group of three people walked around Lhasa for a long time, and the exotic style looked like a different flavor, but the three of them were tall and handsome men, soft and handsome women, and dressed as Central Plains people.

"Brother Song, let's stop shopping, I feel that they look at us like monkeys, and they always feel weird. Zhong Ling shrank behind Song Qingshu and pulled his sleeve and whispered.

"Well, yes, let's go back. Song Qingshu took her hand, secretly praised in his heart that it was so slippery and soft, and planned to go back to Nyingma Temple.

"Hey, there are Han girls and little ladies in the city, let my brother come to the friendship of the landlord and take you to visit the famous attractions in the city. ”

Song Qingshu and the three of them looked back in amazement, only to see a fat and strong man behind them smiling at the two women, dressed luxuriously, and there were more than a dozen guards standing around them.

"Beauty is the original sin wherever it is," Song Qingshu looked at the two women and smiled bitterly, turned back to the man and asked, "Song Qingshu, the envoy of the Great Qing Kingdom, I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

"Haven't you heard of the envoy of the Great Qing Kingdom," the fat man hesitated for a moment, looking at the petite and weak figures of the two women, only to feel a heat rise in his lower abdomen, "I suspect that you are spies sent by Mongolia, come, take it down for me, take it back and interrogate it strictly?"

Song Qingshu had a black face, and he was slandered in his heart: Why are there such powerful people robbing people's women everywhere, could it be that I overestimated the discipline of the ancients, seeing that although his men's martial arts are good, they are just ordinary masters, and they are about to teach him a good lesson, when a soft female voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Zongzan, you are bullying the people again." ”

The fat man's face flashed with unwillingness, and he hurriedly bent over: "Zongzan pays a visit to the Queen Mother." ”

Song Qingshu looked back in amazement, only to see a carriage parked nearby, and a woman behind the curtain said: "Zongzan, your father went to the front line to supervise the battle and asked me to discipline you well, but I didn't expect that as soon as he left, you came to bully men and women again." ”

"The queen mother misunderstood, I just saw that these people didn't seem to be familiar with the terrain of Lhasa, and I wanted to introduce them to the various scenic spots in the city, and I didn't mean anything else. Zong Zan sneered.

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

"Queen Mother, Zongzan, could it be the Prince Zongzan of Tubo?" Song Qingshu knew that in the other party's territory, more things were better than less, and hurriedly replied: "The prince is indeed just out of kindness. ”

The first in the carriage is the nineteenth chapter of Princess Jincheng

Seeing the clothes on them, the voice was a little excited: "Look at your outfits, it should be from the Central Plains, I don't know how many of them are from the Song Kingdom?"

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

"Oh," the man in the carriage could not hide his disappointment, and said lightly, "Tibet has not been very peaceful recently, if you have nothing to do, it is better to return to the Central Plains as soon as possible...... Let's go. Hearing her command, the coachman drove the carriage and slowly departed.

Prince Zongzan glanced at the two girls greedily, 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 on the side.

"He, he is our Zampu's favorite son, Prince Zongzan, who is known as the demon king of the world, loves to bully men and women the most on weekdays, you are lucky to meet our queen this time, otherwise your two female companions, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep it." The vendor whispered.

"Queen?" a trace of doubt flashed on Song Qingshu's face, "But I didn't seem to be very old just now, how could she be the queen mother of Prince Zongzan?"

"Foreigner, you don't know this, the queen is not the biological mother of Prince Zongzan, but the princess Jincheng sent by the Song Kingdom a few years ago, Zampu is very fond of her, so although the queen is not a few years older than Prince Zongzan, the prince is also afraid of her. Seeing that no one else was noticing, the vendor quickly explained.

"Princess Jincheng, no wonder she was a little excited when she saw our outfits," Song Qingshu sighed on the way back, "I seemed to be able to feel the sorrow between her eyebrows through the curtain just now...... Hey, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

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

"What nonsense," Song Qingshu said embarrassedly, "I just felt it, besides, we will leave tomorrow, what can I think." ”

"Is it true that if we continue to stay in Tibet for a while, you will have thoughts about other people?" Catching the loophole in his language, Zhong Ling echoed on the side.

"You two little girls, are you on the same front now? Look at the husband and shake the husband!" Song Qingshu reached out and tickled the armpits of the two girls, making the two girls giggle and hurriedly ask for mercy.

Looking back at the place where the carriage disappeared in his spare time, Song Qingshu sighed in his heart: "Since ancient times, old husbands and young wives have no good 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 weird, and hurriedly said: "We will go back to Dali tomorrow, are you ready to salute?"

"Ready. Qu Feiyan replied, then lowered his head and looked at his toes, and stopped talking. The first nineteenth chapter of the princess of Jincheng

Song Qingshu was stunned, so he had to continue to ask: "Have you bought some herbs, we have suffered a lot from altitude sickness before." ”

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

When Song Qingshu saw it, he was immediately happy, and said directly: "It's getting late, why don't we go to sleep directly, recharge our energy, and we have to hurry tomorrow." ”

"Oh~"

"Hmm~"

Two very lovely answers, but the person did not move a bit. Song Qingshu yawned, "It seems that you are in good spirits, I'll sleep first." With that, he collapsed on the bed, and it didn't take long for him to start snoring.

Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan glanced at each other, and continued to sit on the stool, I don't know how long it took, and finally couldn't resist the sleepiness, the two gritted their teeth and walked to the bed step by step.

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

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

After a burst of sound of Suosuo, the two women cautiously got into the bed, far away from Song Qingshu in the middle, not daring to touch the slightest skin of him.

After a long time, Zhong Ling felt a hot big hand touch her lower abdomen, she was taken aback, and she was worried about alarming Qu Feiyan next to her, so she had to grit her teeth and not dare to make a sound. Who knew that the hand had to move inch in, slowly moving up, deep into the dirty clothes, and kept playing with his soft little breasts. Zhong Ling couldn't hold back any longer, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard Qu Feiyan's voice trembling slightly: "Brother Song, didn't you say that you would set off tomorrow and raise your essence...... Accumulate sharpness......"

"Big brother, I practice the Joy Zen Method, and now I'm recuperating. Song Qingshu's hateful voice rang out.

Zhong Ling was stunned for a moment, a dry and hot lip came up, and with a snort, she slowly closed her eyes......