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Fu Qing's evaluation made Song Yao a bit suspicious, but she soon frowned: "I think it's pretty good, could there be a problem with my taste? Is it really as ugly as you said? "

Fu Qing:...

Master Zhang laughed: "I knew you don't like fancy clothes. Hey, pick from the green one and this white one."

Song Yao was actually more interested in the aqua green one. After all, she liked green, but who the hell didn't have a dream called "White Robes Are Snowy"?

Therefore, she did not hesitate to choose plain one.

After all, it was the clothes of a brothel, and was very different from traditional clothing. There were a few flowers embroidered with silver threads on the plain wrapped around the chest. From the looks of it, they should be the flowers of a peach apricot. The plain long skirt hung down to the soles of her feet, a single word was placed across her chest, revealing her exquisite collarbone.

After he finished wearing the clothes, Song Yao realized that his body's size was actually not that bad.

However, when she turned her head to see Fu Qing in such a state, she immediately threw all the thoughts she had. It was not an important matter, it was an urgent matter and Fu Qing had to go see his master.

"Well, don't look at me like that, I know my own virtue. Now that the preparations have been completed, quickly bring me to meet people. I can't delay any longer, I'm afraid Big Sister Feng will be punished. "

This time, Fu Qing did not push his and directly led the way.

Song Yao originally thought that they would have to leave for a long time, but who would have thought that they would end up in a room at the east corner of the first floor.

There was a small house on the opposite side of the courtyard. There were two large rooms on each side of the house. At a glance, it didn't look eye-catching at all.

Xie Yang stayed outside the hut while Fu Qing went forward and cupped his fists in greeting. Then, Xie Yang opened the door and allowed the two to enter, from beginning to end, he did not even look at Song Yao once.

Song Yao: Why does this man look like he's made of wood? Luckily, Fu Qing is still alive.

Once he entered the room, the door immediately closed behind him. There was only a single small window in the room, and currently, the small window was tightly shut. Song Yao had just steadied himself when she heard that all the light in the room was blocked, causing the house to instantly turn dark.

"Go down."

It was the voice of the Chu Gongzi. Fu Qing cupped his fists and bowed, then quickly retreated.

"Come here." He ordered in the darkness, causing Song Yao's body to tense up as he struggled to even take a single step.

When she first met this Chu Gongzi, she immediately became terrified. At first, she didn't think so, especially when she met him in the brothel.

However, being afraid was being afraid. In order to save Big Sister Feng, she could only try her best.

He struggled to stand in front of the candles. The flames shone on their faces. One was terrified, while the other one covered his eyebrows in anger.

"Do you know that killing one of you is easier than crushing an ant?"

Song Yao stared blankly at him for a long while before replying, "I understand."

"Then do you know that I hate people who threaten me the most? Especially threatening me with something I care about the most. "

"Got it."

"Oh?" Chu Gongzi was a little doubtful. He slowly played with the teacup in his hands as his gaze swept across her face, "I also have another principle.

Song Yao thought about it and said, "I don't know about that."

Chu Gongzi's hands paused, "Speak, before you die, any last words, I will pass them on to your mother on behalf of Teacher."

Song Yao replied with an "Oh", then thought for a while and said: "I haven't thought about the last words, why don't we talk about something else first? "Why don't we talk about the cup of tea in your hands?"

Seeing that he did not say anything, Song Yao continued, "This tea should be ready by the spring snow, right? The tea leaves were originally the most ordinary tea leaves on the market, and were not worth mentioning in the first place, but because he used the snow water that he hid for a year to boil, it actually added a little sweetness to it. When the current Crown Prince, Rong Chu, likes this tea the most … "

Before she could even finish that last word, she was pulled into her embrace. His hand was already on Song Yao's neck, and he breathed out passionately by her ear, "Miss Song, you know quite a lot."

Song Yao's heart was thumping hard, but her logic told her that she had to remain calm at this moment.

"About that, I'm here to do something. I don't want to sell myself, so we can talk it out. Don't put on such a misleading posture, alright?"

Song Yao trembled as she opened her mouth to speak, but then she heard the voice of the person beside him asking him: "Sell yourself?"

"No, no, no!"

Song Yao hurriedly said, "Your Highness, I am not worthy of you, nor am I worthy to sell myself to you. Please let me go first, can we get down to business?"

However, in the next second, she was suddenly held tightly by someone. Rong Chu used one hand to pinch her chin and the other to reach towards her waist.

"Just now, I truly felt that you weren't worthy of me, but now that you have taken on a certain nature, why don't you serve me? If you serve me until I'm satisfied, I'll spare you. How about it?"

Song Yao had been single for more than twenty years, but she had never had such intimate contact with a man before. In an instant, her entire body turned as red as a cooked shrimp.

"Your Highness, please calm down first. Don't be impulsive. We haven't fallen in love yet. Isn't it a little too early to say what kind of service we're serving …"

"Serving me without love."

He spoke indifferently, as his breathing grew closer to Song Yao.

While Song Yao was panicking, she vaguely felt that something wasn't quite right. This person didn't seem to have any other intentions, she seemed to be teasing her.

The hand on her waist did not move, even when she was close to him, she had not truly touched his body before. Song Yao compared it with her own thoughts, and quickly understood.

Suddenly, she grabbed onto Rong Chu's hand that was on her waist. The person behind her had obviously stiffened, and the strength in her hands had also relaxed a lot. Song Yao immediately turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck to look him in the eye, "Actually, I think serving you is not bad, so let's do it here? "I …"

Before she even finished speaking, Rong Chu had already pushed her twenty meters away. The expression on his face changed drastically, and was full of awkwardness.

Song Yao was about to die from laughter in her heart, but she said: "What's wrong?"

"Don't push yourself too far!" The Crown Prince was suddenly furious.

"Tsk, Your Highness, why are you so angry? If you didn't have so many things to do, we would have finished discussing the proper matters long ago."

"Do you really think I will be threatened by you?"

His voice was low and unhappy.

Song Yao said: "I never thought I could threaten you. The only ones that could threaten you were your people and your territory, right?"

Silence.

Song Yao continued to speak, "You let me go time and time again, and I originally thought that I was lucky. It was only after I found out that you were the Crown Prince Rong Chu that I realized that it wasn't my luck at all, but …"

She stopped here, looked at Rong Chu with a determined gaze, and said, "In this country, the word 'Rong Chu' stands for 'love of the people as a son'."