Mrs. Peach Blossom because of her belief in doctrine, she has always been ice and jade on weekdays, except for her husband, no other man has touched her body, not even the emperor of the Jin Kingdom just now, now her posture is as if she is holding her chest with both hands, but her wrists are firmly locked by Song Qingshu from behind, and the whole person seems to be snuggled in each other's arms, surrounded by strong men's masculinity, she can't help but be ashamed and angry: "Let go!"

Song Qingshu didn't realize that the posture of the two at this time was a little too close, and now his attention was all on guessing the identity of the other party: "Who are you?"

Seeing that he was unmoved, Mrs. Peach Blossom frowned, and when she raised her knee, she hit Song Qingshu's lower abdomen with a leg whip.

Song Qingshu retracted her legs and clamped her legs firmly, Mrs. Peach Blossom tried several times in a row, but she couldn't pull her legs out, seeing that her movements were becoming more and more intense, Song Qingshu frowned, and reached out to press her shoulder well, Mrs. Peach Blossom suddenly felt that most of her strength had been lost, and she no longer had the strength to resist.

"Your kung fu seems to have the shadow of Persian Mingjiao...... Song Qingshu frowned, recalling the scene of the battle with Mingzun, the strange martial arts of the other party he still remembers vividly, although this Peach Blossom Lady's martial arts are far less subtle than Mingzun, but he can still see some familiar shadows from it, he suddenly remembered a person in his mind, and couldn't help blurting out, "Are you the purple-shirted dragon king Dai Qisi?"

Mrs. Peach Blossom trembled and looked at him in disbelief: "Have you seen me?"

Before Song Qingshu could answer, Daxingguo's voice suddenly came from outside the house: "Emperor, Emperor?"

Song Qingshu and Dai Qisi held their breath together, for fear that Daxingguo would hear something abnormal.

"The slave just heard some movement in the house, is something wrong with the emperor?"

Dai Qisi's expression was grim, now that she has taken off her makeup, if she is seen by Daxingguo, then wouldn't her forbearance after more than ten years of hard work fall short? Hurriedly looked at Song Qingshu, her red lips opened slightly and lip shaped: "What should I do?"

Song Qingshu shook her head and motioned for her to wait and see.

Hearing that there was no answer in the room, Daxingguo's voice suddenly became a little sharper: "Your Majesty, if you don't answer again, for your safety, the slave will come in!"

Sensing that he began to push the door, Song Qingshu's face changed, and he hurriedly loosened the shackles of Dai Qisi, and quickly swept his eyes around the house, since Daxingguo was already suspicious, then it could not be hidden on the beams of the house, and it would definitely be the object of his key inspection at that time.

Thinking about it, the only safe thing in this room is Wan Yan Kang's dragon bed, Song Qingshu didn't hesitate, he jumped onto the bed with a flash, lifted Wan Yan Yan to the corner of the bed with one kick, rolled up the quilt and covered the two of them.

Damn, huddled in a quilt with a stinky man, it really damages my reputation in my life! Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a chill when he thought of those stirring up the foundation culture in his previous life.

Seeing that Song Qingshu hid on the bed without hesitation, the purple-shirted dragon king subconsciously stomped her feet, she must not reveal her true face in front of Da Xingguo now, and the dragon bed was also her only place to hide, but when she thought of a man inside, she couldn't help but hesitate, but the door had been pushed open, as long as Da Xingguo took a few more steps, she could see the scene here at a glance, her face was red and white, and she finally gritted her teeth and shrank on the dragon bed.

When Song Qingshu was disgusted with Wan Yan Yan next to him, suddenly a soft body came into the bed, he only felt a sweet fragrance that was different from the middle earth woman, straight into the nose, the clothes of the two were close to the clothes, and the skin under their feet touched, only to feel a burst of softness and softness, and his heart couldn't help but ripple, and the depression just now because he wanted to squeeze together with Wan Yan was suddenly swept away.

The purple-shirted dragon king was even more nervous, since her husband Han Qianye passed away, she had never been so close to a man, not even her nominal husband Changsheng Wang now, thinking of today's situation, she had to share the pillow with a strange man, she felt very sorry for her dead husband.

"Chiba, I did all this for our daughter, I hope you don't blame me. The purple-shirted Dragon King sighed secretly.

She and Song Qingshu looked at each other at this time, and each other's breath would hit each other's faces, and the purple-shirted Dragon King's face was slightly red, and he subconsciously turned his face away. Song Qingshu was wondering about another question, the purple-shirted dragon king was from Persia, and he didn't have the cumin smell common to West Asians in his previous life, but he exhaled like an orchid, and his breath was extremely good, which was really strange.

At this time, Daxingguo had already walked in, and the two did not dare to move, and listened to the movement outside calmly.

After Daxingguo came in, his eyes scanned the hall sharply, and he didn't find anything abnormal, and walked to the bedside, Daxingguo pretended to be careless, dropped a string of Buddhist beads on the ground, leaned over to pick it up, and went to the bottom of the bed, still there was nothing abnormal, he couldn't help but wonder, he heard the sound of a fight inside just now, could it be that he heard it wrong?

However, he quickly shook his head, his skills were exquisite, and he was not an ordinary old and dizzy eunuch, something must have happened in the house just now, so his eyes fell on the dragon bed.

"The slaves are rejuvenating the country, please give the emperor a greeting. Daxingguo didn't dare to open the bed curtain, in case he collided with the emperor, it was not a trivial matter.

The purple-shirted dragon king inside frowned slightly, now Wan Yan Yan has been stunned by her, how can he still take care of him.

didn't hear a response, Daxingguo was suspicious in his heart: "Your Majesty?"

Dai Qisi knew that it would not work like this, so she replied: "The emperor has already slept, is there anything wrong with my father-in-law?"

Da Xingguo recognized the voice of Mrs. Peach Blossom, and thought to himself that this woman looked like an ice and jade on weekdays, but she hadn't been slept with by the emperor?

"The minion just heard some movement in the house, so come in and have a look. Although Daxingguo despised in his heart, he was respectful in his mouth.

"It's nothing, you go down. Dexterity yawned deliberately, as if she was sleepy.

"Yes. Although Da Xingguo agreed, his feet stood still as if they had taken root.

Dai Qisi also noticed it, and couldn't help but jump in her heart: "Is there anything else with my father-in-law?"

"Please forgive Madame, the slave still needs to confirm the emperor's intentions. Daxingguo replied in a deep voice.

"Didn't I just say that the emperor is asleep. Daisy said deliberately in a very dissatisfied tone.

"Slaves have heavy responsibilities, so it's better to be careful. Daxingguo paused, "The slave wants to open the curtain to confirm the emperor's safety, I hope Mrs. will forgive me." ”

Dai Qisi was flustered in her heart, Daxingguo's martial arts were unfathomable, once he found out that it was abnormal, and then alarmed the guards in the palace, not to mention her, even if Mingzun was resurrected, I am afraid it would be difficult to escape from the ascension.

In a hurry, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she hurriedly said: "I have no clothes on me now, how can I be seen by you!"