Flower Stealing Master

"Why, did you scare you?" Seeing Huang Rong remained silent, Song Qing couldn't help laughing.

"It is indeed a little surprised." Huang Rong retracted his thoughts, subconsciously tucked the hair from the temple back behind her ears, picked up the teacup on the table, and handed a cup to Song Qing. "This is also the hope of all Han people in the world. Here I take tea. On behalf of the wine, I wish my son every success."

Looking at Bai Shengsheng's hand with the teacup in front of his eyes, Song Qing smiled after a slight loss of consciousness: "I have to drink Rong'er this cup of tea, but I have to change the way I drink it."

"How to change?" Huang Rong was startled.

"Like this." Song Qing passed her forearm with the teacup hand, and then returned to front of her. ………, ≌.≥︾.⊙

Huang Rong's snow-white cheek turned red all of a sudden, and said in a flustered manner: "Don't be fooling around, this is...this is the way to drink Heyu."

Song Qing shrugged, looked at the tea cup in front of her and asked, "Is this wine? It seems to be tea."

Huang Rong was taken aback and nodded subconsciously.

"Since it's not wine, what kind of wine?" Song Qing smiled, and drank the tea in the cup, staring at the delicate and porcelain face in front of him, "Rong'er respects myself. But don't drink it, do you not want to expel the Tartars and restore China's success?"

"Of course not!" Huang Rong was angry and anxious, "You guy, is this the same thing?"

Song Qing's face straightened: "Of course this is the same thing. In my opinion, if you don't drink this cup of tea, it might be a sign that God is doomed to fail in this cause."

"I used to think I was a clever tongue, but compared to you, I am really ashamed." Huang Rong gave him an angry look, "Can I drink it?"

Although the posture was a bit wrong, as Song Qing said, it was not wine that was being drunk, so Huang Rong did not continue to hold on, raised her head and drank the tea in one cup.

Seeing Huang Rong swallowing the tea, the slender snow-white neck that appeared inadvertently was sliding slightly, and Song Qing suddenly felt that his heart was also moving.

"Are you satisfied now?" Huang Rong shook the empty teacup in front of Song Qing and gave him an angry glance.

"Can't be more satisfied." Song Qing smiled slightly.

A sly look suddenly appeared in Huang Rong's eyes: "If one day you can get rid of the Tartars and unify the north, will you go south? I don't want to beat you as a tiger after fighting Mongolia and Jin Kingdom in Xiangyang."

Song Qing shrugged and said firmly: "Yes!"

Huang Rong was shocked. She was just asking casually. After all, she didn't think the other party could really dominate the north, but she didn't know why. Hearing his answer, she couldn't help feeling uncomfortable in her heart. Could it be that she really wanted to be an enemy at that time Is it?

Seeing her face pale, Song Qing added: "When the time comes, I will lead a hundred elite soldiers to the city of Xiangyang, threatening to retreat as soon as I get you. Rong'er, do you think the Southern Song Dynasty court will do so in order to avoid military disasters? Are you offering it?"

Huang Rong was shocked. With the virtue of those shameless officials in the court, it was really not impossible.

But she quickly reacted and snorted: "Auntie is not a cargo. If this happens, she will go away, not to mention that Brother Jing will protect me."

Song Qing said playfully: "With Guo Daxia as the common people's mind, I am afraid that he may be the first to decide to sacrifice you when that time comes."

Huang Rong's face paled: "Shut up! Brother Jing will never treat me like that."

"That's not necessarily true," Song Qing continued, "On one side is the common people of Li people, and the other is the beloved wife. If you have to choose one, if I expected it well, Guo Daxia will definitely choose the common people of Li people."

Seeing that Huang Rong was about to change his face, Song Qing added: "Of course, Guo Daxia loves you so much. He must be extremely painful and unable to face you when he made such a decision. He only committed suicide and apologized to his wife."

Thinking of the last scene of Xiao Feng's suicide outside Yanmen Pass in the eight original works of Tianlong, Song Qing said with emotion that when a person has no choice, death is the only destination.

Huang Rong was anxious when she saw Song Qing once again divorced the relationship between their husband and wife, but the last sentence of the other party poured out her full of anger. With her ingenuity, it is not difficult to simulate the husband’s choice in that situation. I'm afraid it will really be as he said...

Seeing Huang Rong's lonely face, Song Qing smiled at the right time: "Rong'er, don't you really think that I have the opportunity to send troops to Xiangyang City to demand you?"

Huang Rong took a deep look at him, and then said after a long time: "Although I don't think it is possible, but if there is such a day... I hope you don't bring soldiers to Xiangyang, I will take the initiative to come to you in advance."

"Are you afraid that if I really led the soldiers to Xiangyang, Guo Daxia would be forced to a dead end?" Song Qing saw through her mind.

Huang Rong hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

Song Qing smiled immediately, with a smug smile: "I don't know what Rong'er will do when he is looking for me?"

The corners of Huang Rong’s lips rose, sweeping away the shyness before, and there was a different look on her face: "Whatever you do."

Now it was Song Qing's turn to be in a daze. He didn't expect the other party to answer this way. When he was about to say something, Huang Rong giggled and said, "Look at you, beautiful, I really think you have a day to unify the north. "

Song Qing put a smile away: "In this world, nothing is impossible."

The confidence on the other party’s face made Huang Rong stare blankly, and a thought suddenly flashed in her mind: Maybe one day...

"Rong'er, remember what you said today." Song Qing was in a good mood when she heard Huang Rong's answer just now.

Huang Rong's face turned red, and she snorted, "What did I just say? Why didn't I remember."

Song Qing glanced at her thoughtfully, and said lightly: "You will remember it then."

The smile on Huang Rong's face slowly faded. Both of them were smart people, and both knew well that it really happened. She recommended her pillow seat as the only choice.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was a little serious, Song Qing suddenly changed his words and said, "Now it's my turn to ask questions?"

Huang Rong was also in a good mood. After all, it is unreasonable worry to worry about that happening now, so she couldn't help but smile softly: "You ask."

The next two people's questions are all about to stop. They are more related to trivial matters in life. After several rounds of questions and answers, both sides have a better understanding of each other, and the relationship seems to be a little closer.

"It's getting late, or I'll be here tonight." In their present posture, not to mention Song Qing, and even Huang Rong was a little turbulent. She knew that the atmosphere is now harmonious and it is a good time to end.

"You asked the question first in this game, but I have one last question after all?" Song Qing's smile was suddenly strange.

"What a stingy man," Huang Rong snorted, "Then ask."

Song Qing leaned forward, his mouth gradually reached Huang Rong's ear, and said a few words softly: "Rong'er, who is the bigger one with Daxia Guo or I?"