It was late at night, but neither of them was sleepy in the room.

Song Qinjun's face was cold and his sharp eyes hovered on her face. Wherever his eyes fell, Tang Yu felt a sense of absurdity that the clothes in that place turned into powder. Absurd, but so clear, as if he had seen the body she had never shown to any man, and also saw the heart full of calculating on her chest, using her appearance to seek his power.

He once preferred to die than give it to him, but now he takes the initiative to come to the door and kneels in front of him.

No one spoke, but Tang Yu was defeated first. She didn't dare to look at Song Qin's eyes again. She was ready to be mocked and humiliated by him, but at this moment, Tang Yu wanted to deceive himself. She would do whatever he wanted, but she didn't want to see his sarcasm and didn't want to make herself more painful.

"Please help my father." Tang Yu knelt on the ground, touching the ground with his forehead. "Prince, my father is loyal to serving the country. He has no credit and has worked hard. I beg the prince to be kind to him and come back."

"It's easy to say. Do you know what it means to agree to the Xiongnu's conditions? It means that more soldiers of the Great Qi will shed blood and sacrifice, and more husbands, fathers, sons, and brothers will not be able to return home. You can't bear to leave your father. Those innocent people should be willing to leave? Because of the small loss, it is all about women and children."

After saying that, Song Qin changed his legs and lazily chased the guests: "I have made a decision, you go back."

Tang Yu tightened his hands, and she looked at the ground, no longer concealed her eagerness to save her father, and no longer pretended to be confident. She cried, and her tears fell to the ground: "Prince, I know I am selfish, but I have no mother since I was a child, and I don't want to have no father. I beg the prince to be kind. As long as the prince promises to save my father, I will be a cow and a horse to repay the prince in the next life..."

"I don't believe in my past and present life. Even if I believe it, who knows where you will be in the next life? Do I remember the debt you owe me in this life?" Song Qin said sarcastically.

Tang Yu caught a glimmer of hope. Song Qin disliked her conditions, which meant that as long as she could satisfy him, he would agree!

My father is saved!

Tang Yu was filled with sadness and joy, swallowing another strong bitterness. She wiped the tears gently, slowly straightened her waist, and looked at the man opposite her with tears in her eyes: "Prince, what do I want to do before you can promise to save my father?"

Song Qin stared at the tears rolling on her face and sneered: "Don't say it seems that I am bullying you, it's you who are bribing me and bribing me for personal gain. I have said that I am not a saint, and occasionally do villains, but it depends on whether the interests are enough to attract me against my conscience, otherwise I am willing to be a gentleman."

Tang Yu understood, Song Qin wanted her to take the initiative.

But Tang Yu was not sure. She was afraid that she would take the initiative, so Song Qin gave her another sarcasm, and she brought humiliation for nothing.

But he was the Regent, and he controlled his father's life, and she was not qualified to mediate with him.

Tang Yu slowly stood up, lowered his head, and walked to the bed step by step. She looked down and felt his eyes chasing her, but Tang Yu only had a gray gauze tent in his eyes. The shelf bed was too high, and the crescent hook used to hang the curtains was much taller than the ones on her side. Tang Yu tiptoed and reached out to take the tent down.

After putting both sides, Tang Yu turned to the bed board and found that the man's straightened leg had been put in at some point and gave up the place.

It's really what I want.

With the arrows drawn, Tang Yu sat down with his back to Song Qin, took off his embroidered shoes, slowly lay down, and closed his eyes, "Prince, my daughter has nothing else to do, but my daughter's innocence that her daughter regards as life. If the prince can like it, my daughter is willing to serve you once, just ask the prince to save my father and let us reunite our father."

She was wearing a white dress, either as thin as a cicada's wing, it was just to be seductive, but it was white and transparent, with a lotus-colored bag inside. She lay flat, and her smooth dress fell on her body in a flat manner, like a rolling hill, suddenly calming down.

She tied her skirt there, Song Qin gently lifted it up and slowly pulled it to herself, "Miss is so beautiful, I really can't bear to refuse." Her slender fingers circled around the skirt, pulled it loose, but she didn't rush to unfold her dress, but glanced at her trembling eyelashes, "It's just that you gave me, how can you marry your good cousin in the future?"

"My daughter will never marry in this life. She just wants to be with her father to fulfill her filial piety." As his hands moved, Tang Yu's body also shook gently. She didn't want to show her fear, but she couldn't help it. He sat patiently next to her, like a poisonous snake, and might pounce on him at any time. Tang Yu was afraid, afraid of the horror of the unknown, and also afraid of this waiting that he didn't know when he would start.

"It's a pity not to marry anymore." Song Qin let go of her skirt and held her little hand tightly holding the mattress, as cold as jade. Song Qin pinched her unexpectedly and looked up at her: "Are you cold?"

Tang Yu pursed his lips tightly and shook his head. She remembered that his hands were cold, but tonight, his hands were surprisingly hot. She was shaking even harder even more.

Song Qin looked at her trembling. The rouge on her face made the place where she didn't have rouge pale as white as snow, and her lips were red and bright. It was not the lip color he remembered. She should have dressed up carefully before coming here. Now she was trembling, and her delicate makeup was not so delicate by her pale face. It was abrupt and not ugly, but it was not as good-looking as she was.

"It's not cold, why shaking?" Song Qin stuck his finger into her loose sleeves and pinched her slender wrists, as fragile as a flower branch.

Tang Yu couldn't speak anymore. She wanted to beg him for pleasure, but she couldn't speak, and her other hand was almost about to scratch the mattress.

"I'm asking you." Song Qin suddenly clenched her wrist and pulled it hard. Tang Yu couldn't help but bump into his arms like a dummy in the shadow play. She was so scared that she lost her soul and screamed in panic. Song Qin smiled at the corner of her mouth, and turned her hands and hugged her horizontally on her legs. Tang Yu thought he was about to start, but she wanted to resist but could not resist. She turned her head and buried her in this strange arms, and her face arched into his shoulders, for fear that his tears would ruin his interest, and the matter of saving his father had caused further setbacks.

She shivered and cried silently, her petite body trembled in his arms. Song Qin hugged her and thought of her cryingly calling her father. She was stupid and pretty, but she was helpless.

"Why did you cry? You came up with it yourself." Song Qin held her shoulder with her left hand and took the long hair that blocked her side face behind her with her right hand. Her makeup was so waking up. Song Qin was too lazy to touch her earlobes, and her hand was soft and it was very interesting to pinch her. She was still crying, and she didn't hear his words. Song Qin's voice became stern, "Cry again and go back immediately."

This worked. After saying that, the little girl sucked her nose hard, her face tightly against him, and her body suppressed the tremor. After pressing for a while, she suddenly sucked it, looking even more pitiful.

Song Qin's eyes were even more annoying, and his eyes moved to her shoulder, "Forget it, just cry if you want to."

Tang Yu didn't dare to cry, so he held it in for a while and sucked it.

Song Qin annoyed the woman crying the most. If she hadn't cried so much that it was painful, she would have driven her away. If she didn't bombard her, she wouldn't stand it. She suddenly thought of her stupid niece. He looked at the person who was made of water in his arms, raised his lips, moved his big hand secretly away, and then sneaked her small waist and attacked her, and grabbed her gently twice.

Tang Yu was afraid of itchy and no one dared to scratch her. At this time, she was suddenly attacked. She instinctively wanted to laugh, hold it back in time, and push his hand with her little hand.

"Don't move, I won't save your father if I move." Song Qin leaned into her ear and threatened quietly.

Tang Yu bit his lip and slowly withdrew his hand.

Song Qin stared at her side and scratched her again. The little girl's body was tense and she clenched his clothes as he scratched the second time. Song Qin continued, her face gradually became rosy. Song Qin smiled unconsciously and scratched her in a variety of ways. Tang Yu endured it, sweating appeared on the tip of his forehead and nose, and a gentle voice overflowed from his red lips, intermittently, not begging better than begging, but the voice was charming and charming, hitting the man's heart with a spin.

Song Qin's movements that made her feel changed.

Her relaxed body tensed again, and her face turned white quickly. The fresh and lively fish just now turned into a dead fish again.

Song Qin's eyes turned cold and he scratched her again, and this time he changed to a creaking nest.

Tang Yu couldn't stand it anymore. She knew she couldn't hide tonight. She hugged him while she could still control herself, "Prince, what do you want, Prince?"

"I will do whatever I want." She was panting, and Song Qin's voice was still cold.

Tang Yu was so itchy that he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't take the initiative to beg him for her. After enduring it, he couldn't stand the instinct and struggled in his arms. At the beginning, he could still hold back his laughter and scream. When Song Qin attacked her hands, Tang Yu cried uncomfortablely, begging for mercy, "Prince, Prince, please... Prince..."

The words were enchanting, which she didn't know, and the voice drifted out of the window and into the quiet night of the prince's mansion. Chu Feng, Shen Ji, stood in the yard, and heard the little girl begging and inexplicably happy voice. Chu Feng's heart was beating and thumping. He had never touched a woman like the prince, so his understanding of women was heard in the army. At that time, he thought those rough men were making up randomly, but now he really heard his daughter crying. He was just listening outside, thinking of birds and beasts once.

Shen Ji was still moving beside him. Chu Feng looked at him and thought he had no concentration. He turned around and walked away. Unexpectedly, when he moved, Shen Ji followed him. Chu Feng suddenly felt relieved and patted his shoulder and sighed, "Our prince is enjoying his happiness tonight."

"The disaster comes from the mouth." Shen Ji reminded him lightly.

The cold face of the prince like the prince of Hell flashed in front of him. Chu Feng knew that he had made up his words and quickly closed his mouth. However, both of them hid at the corner of the corridor. The girl in the room still chased after him with a cry of begging. The prince kept shouting, and just as Chu Feng pulled his hair and was about to be unable to control the evil spirit. He suddenly heard the girl roaring with great momentum "Song Qin"!

Chu Feng's fire suddenly became defeated. He looked up at the upper room in shock and murmured to himself: "I knew she was not that honest. She dared to call the prince's name directly. I think she didn't want to live anymore." After the death of the late emperor, the prince was in the world, and the emperor had to call him the uncle honestly. Who dared to call the prince's name?

Song Qin hadn't heard anyone call his name for a long time. He stopped and closed the smile on the corner of his mouth, kneeled on Tang Yu's waist to look at her.

Finally she was relieved, Tang Yu gasped with his eyes closed, his face blushed, as if he had just fled under the scorching sun, his whole body was covered in sweat, his hair was wet. The hairpin with his hair fell off, his hair was covered with black hair, and his dress was also tickled by him and she had loosened it. Especially the long skirt outside, which was no longer bound by the skirt belt, slid down to both sides, revealing the little girl's lotus-colored pocket inside. The pocket was embroidered with exquisite white peonies, and now the peony flowers were shaking, as if they were blown by the wind.

Song Qin looked straight.

He also sweated, not because he scratched her, but because he was called by her. She had no idea how captivating her prince was. He would never go to the King of Hell to summon the soul. If she had been a ghost servant, even if she died, he would probably have to steal her, the ghost servant, and indulge in love with him. He would go to see the King of Hell again.

He pounced on it and tasted the clever peony embroidered in the position.

Her short humming sound came from above her head, and it disappeared in an instant. Song Qin raised her eyes and saw her covering her mouth tightly, covering her so tightly, her five fingers pressed her face a few pieces white, and the flexible waist under his palm seemed to be frozen by the heavy snow in the cold winter, without any vitality, and it was tasteless to pinch it.

Her heart was right in front of him, only a thin layer of clothing was separated from him, but she had no one in her heart. If it weren't for saving her father, she would never be so honest. She didn't care what kind of person he was Song Qin, she gave the Regent, the Regent who could save her father's life.

But he is just Song Qin now. Song Qin is interested in her, not the regent's power in court.

Turning over, Song Qin leaned against the inner bed again, staring at the curtain.

Tang Yuxin was dead, but after waiting for a while, the man still didn't come. She was lucky and panicked again. She could only do things if she received gifts. Song Qin would not touch her anymore, would she ignore it?

"Prince?" Tang Yu held up and called him in a trembling voice, "I don't care about any etiquette and shame, and let the robe outside slide down my arms.

"Put it on." Song Qin did not squint.

Tang Yu's tears rolled down and he lowered his head and cried: "Prince, did I do something wrong? Tell me, I'll change..."

The hope of saving his father was slim again, Tang Yu was extremely afraid. The man didn't speak, and she had no other way to pounce on him. She knew the beauty plan, but she didn't know how to seduce him when a man didn't take the initiative. She only thought of Song Qin's actions before. He said that he had said that Tang Yu shed tears, closed his eyes to kiss his thin lips tightly pursed, and at the same time he pulled up his hand on his knee...

Song Qin looked at her gradually approaching, looked at her face crying and turned her head silently.

Tang Yu went to his lips, but it was not his kiss. Her eyelashes twitched and gently brushed across his face. But she quickly closed again, kissed him clumsily, and moved to the corner of his mouth.

"Enough." Song Qin grabbed her hand, bent down and picked up her dress to cover her shoulders, afraid that she would continue to get entangled. Song Qin pulled out the gauze tent, walked to the table barefoot, picked up the kettle and raised her head and poured it. She was very stupid, and she didn't know how beautiful she was now, but he was not as good as her, and she even wanted such a thing.

A whimpering cry came from the gauze tent, desperate and helpless. Song Qin put down the kettle, stood stiff for a long time, and turned back to the bed, but saw her lying on his quilt without any recognition, crying, afraid that her nose and tears would be wiped off. Song Qin looked at her chest, and her white middle clothes were wet with her tears several times.

"Give you a cup of tea and put on your clothes, or you'll be waiting to mourn your father." Song Qin leaned against the head of the bed, stretching his long legs, just blocking her curled up side.

Tang Yu cried and was sure that she had heard nothing wrong. She knelt up in disbelief and turned her head to look at the man behind her.

There was only one pocket hanging on her body with two ribbons left, covering the front and unable to cover the back, full of spring. She was full of beauty and could eat. Song Qin did not hide her gaze at all, wandering around her inch by inch. Tang Yu finally realized what was going on now, so he quickly put on his clothes and moved under the bed, wanting to wear it outside.

Song Qin raised one leg and stopped her, saying nothing.

Tang Yu was very tactful and knelt on the bed with his back to him, lowered his head to tidy up his clothes, feeling confused. Judging from Song Qin's words, he decided to save his father, but he didn't want her...

"I'm not in the mood tonight." Knowing that she had put it on, Song Qin hooked her waist and turned her toward him. Tang Yu opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and turned his back on his own initiative, hoping that he would take his feet away quickly. Although it was not smelly, Tang Yu felt disgusted and felt that his feet were the dirtiest place on a man's body. She had taken care of her father, and she didn't care about her father's boots. She didn't want to see other men at all, and she didn't want to be touched by a man's feet.

Song Qin could see that he looked at his feet, smiled, moved it deliberately, then put his feet on Tang Yu's kneeling thighs, and said slowly: "Tang Yu, you are beautiful. I have really been thinking about you for a long time and are willing to make an exception for you. However, such a beauty can only be used for one night, but I will have a headache with the Huns for a year or even a few years. Do you think, is this king losing money?"

When Tang Yu heard this, he felt like he fell into an ice cave. It turned out that he was not in a hurry to ask for it because he wanted more.

"What does the prince think is not a loss?" Tang Yu clenched his hands in his sleeves into fists, lowered his eyes and asked calmly.
Chapter completed!