After Ruibao and his friends left, Qiaoyun personally took them back to the palace. After washing them, they went to bed one after another. However, Qiaoyun returned to the room and felt both nervous and hesitant. Although she could not hold on to her courtesy, righteousness, integrity and shame, she could not stop the itch in her heart.

After the second update, Qiaoyun finally couldn't help but set off. She changed her clothes and walked out of the back door of the palace. She quickly walked outside Song Beiyun's house. Looking at the three-meter wall, Qiaoyun bit her lip and jumped over the high wall.

After landing steadily, her breathing became more and more rapid. Except for the one in Song Beiyun, the lights in the yard had been turned off. Qiaoyun couldn't help but blush and her heart beat faster.

But since she had come, she had nothing to be afraid of now. She walked to the door and gently pushed the door. The half-closed door creaked. Song Beiyun, who was reading a book, raised her head and happened to face Qiaoyun's eyes.

"Sister Qiaoyun is here."

"Well..." Qiaoyun stood at the door at a loss, looking dazed.

Song Beiyun jumped down from the bed, squatted around and searched around, then took out two nunchaku from a wooden box, and said excitedly: "Come on, Sister Qiaoyun, we have done two moves. I definitely can't beat you the weapon, I just want to try it out if it is a good idea."

Qiaoyun stood there in a daze: "Just... just for this?"

"Otherwise..." Song Beiyun raised his tone: "Oh...hehe, Sister Qiaoyun, you..."

"No, no..." Qiao Yun waved his hand quickly and covered his face with his hands: "It's not what you think. Since you have thought of a few moves, then you can do it."

Qiaoyun is good at using gun sticks. A stick with eyebrows is powerful in her hands, and her speed is top-notch. Even Song Beiyun, who was watching her move, felt that her sister had different energy after taking the weapon.

After Qiaoyun finished warming up, Song Beiyun also wore the nunchaku and went on stage. He followed Bruce Lee and turned around a few times: "Sister Qiaoyun, don't keep your hands."

"good……"

Three minutes later, Song Beiyun felt that he was so stupid. Really, he really didn't imagine what the situation would be like for Qiaoyun to stop, the reaction speed, the tricky angle...

"pain!"

Song Beiyun's arm was beaten like a zebra by Qiaoyun. Qiaoyun squatted in front of him, feeling distressed and rubbed his bruises with Huayu San, which made him grin.

"That's how the stick is." Qiao Yun whispered: "I can't stop it, I can't ejaculate it, I can only find a way to stick it on it, but you always want to use your strange thing to follow you in the distance. If you are on the battlefield, you will die."

"I just want to try the power of nunchaku, this..." Song Beiyun threw the nunchaku next to him on the ground: "Trump."

"The weapons are not right or wrong, so you can't spread your anger here." In order to facilitate the treatment of Song Beiyun, Qiaoyun simply sat on his lap: "You must think carefully in the future, and there is no eyebrow in the sword or gun. If you still do this when you meet a master, it will not be like this."

"I know." Song Beiyun put his other hand around Qiaoyun's waist: "Sister Qiaoyun, don't go back tonight."

Qiaoyun bit her lip and didn't say anything, but Song Beiyun refused to let go and kissed her: "Sister Qiaoyun..."

Qiaoyun still didn't say anything, and continued to rub Song Beiyun's arms in her hands.

"If you don't speak, then you will agree."

After saying that, he directly picked up Qiao Yunheng, and Qiao Yun just buried her head in his chest and whispered: "I haven't washed up yet... my body is dirty."

"It's been ready!" Song Beiyun smiled treacherously: "It's possible to take a shower with Sister Qiaoyun today!"

...

The next morning, Qiaoyun struggled to get up from the bed. Seeing the mess, she sat there covering her body with a blanket. She turned her head to look at Song Beiyun who was still sleeping. She sighed a long time ago. After all, Qiaoyun was still a little shy when she thought of her indulgence last night.

She wanted to go to the ground, but Song Beiyun held her wrist: "It's still early, where are my sister going?"

Qiaoyun turned her head and didn't dare to look at him: "It's time to go back. If the lady finds out, that's..."

"If you find it, you'll find it."

"No." Qiao Yun shook his head vigorously and said, "The Lord is the Lord, the servant is the servant. Last night... you shouldn't let anyone know about that. I'm just a dowry maid. If you mess up Miss Gangchang, maybe she won't say anything, but if you let the master know, it would be a big trouble."

"Then you come back tonight." Song Beiyun said helplessly: "I'll make you delicious."

Qiaoyun bit her lip, glanced at Song Beiyun, and then nodded slightly.

Seeing Qiaoyun put on her clothes quickly and leave quickly, Song Beiyun had to sigh that this girl who practiced martial arts was very good. Although he had practiced it, he really couldn't even open his eyes now. He lay there and didn't want to move. After hearing the sound of the door outside, he took it all over and continued to sleep.

When he woke up, he didn't know exactly what time it was, but there were noisy outside and clamoring.

Wearing big shorts, we opened the door and found a lot of people outside holding stoves and barbecue. Xu Li and Yusheng were there, and Zuo Rouqiaoyun was also there, quietly laying the pickled mutton on the stove. The princess was holding a booklet and abacus and counting the accounts.

Seeing Song Beiyun get up, Qiaoyun immediately turned his head and didn't dare to look at him. Zuo Rou walked to him loudly and grabbed his pajama sleeves: "Come quickly, come quickly, make a fortune."

"What are you doing? Twist and pull."

Song Beiyun patted her hand off, and Zuo Rou suddenly sniffed and leaned in front of Song Beiyun and smelled it: "Why does it smell like a clever cloud on your body?"

When Qiaoyun heard this, her face turned pale and she looked at Song Beiyun waiting for his answer in fear.

"That's not normal. Sister Qiaoyun slept with me yesterday."

This answer almost made Qiaoyun next to him faint, but Zuo Rou laughed and rolled her eyes and said, "Bad, Qiaoyun, don't deal with this dirty thing, he must be getting essential oil again."

This person... is so strange. Sometimes it is difficult for people to believe the truth. Once a loophole occurs, people often think of a logically self-consistent process. For example, why does Song Beiyun have the fragrance on Qiaoyun's body? Of course, he has made essential oils again. It's impossible that Qiaoyun is really sleeping with him, right?

"Go and wash up quickly, today will be a great harvest!" Zuo Rou smiled and slapped Song Beiyun's butt hard: "Go quickly."

Seeing that they were so rude and unscrupulous, Yusheng sighed silently, looked up at Xu Li, who was no less than two years away from him, and bowed, "Let Changqing laugh, brother..."

"No need to explain..." Xu Li showed an expression that everyone understood: "I understand."

After washing and putting on his clothes, Song Beiyun came to the small yard and sat next to Zuo Rou. With one hand, he quietly hugged Qiaoyun's waist. Qiaoyun did not dare to move, but leaned against Song Beiyun with expressionless face.

"The fundraising continues. Today, the Jin family donated three large warehouses, two cargo ships, Wenyin, Jiaozi, grain and thousands of acres of fertile land outside the city." The princess calculated one by one to Song Beiyun: "The money was sold for more than 6.9 million yuan, and the Jin family had only one large warehouse left except the workshop."

"What a good boy." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Good boys should be rewarded, right? Let Zuo Rou be here tomorrow, and you go and see your emperor brother."

"Hmm?" Ruibao raised his head: "Why?"

"Two things are: one is to hand over our plan to him yesterday and ask him for money. The other is to ask for a plaque of gold-shaped jade-making plaques for the Jin family, and then give them the gongs and drums! You must make sure that the gongs and drums are loud and the whole world knows what the Jin family has done."

Ruibao nodded repeatedly, then grabbed Song Beiyun and kept saying: "Okay, but what's the plan... what about the plan? Where is the book!"

Song Beiyun threw a note from his arms: "Take it."

Ruibao opened it and found that the top was a font that he had never seen before. It was straight and clear, and looked particularly positive and comfortable.

"This word...is a good word! What kind of style is this?"

Ruibao is a talented woman. She didn't like the contents she was attracted to. She saw the font at a glance. The correct font made her like it at a glance, so she kept asking: "Who wrote it?"

"I." Song Beiyun pointed at himself: "Song style, standard Song style."

"real?"

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Song Beiyun took the clean brush next to her and dipped it in grinding water and wrote a line of Liu Yuxi's poem on the stone table. The font was exactly the same as the font on the fold.

"Oh!! It's really your handwriting? When did you write such a good handwriting?"

"You are so careless." Song Beiyun said with a lot of laughter and cry: "You go over and hand this over to your emperor brother tomorrow, and then just say it's your way."

The princess began to read the memorial carefully, and Zuo Rou also came forward to read it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Beiyun's hand was careless and gently rubbed Qiaoyun's back, making Qiaoyun very uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to make big moves. She could only turn her hand around and hold Song Beiyun's dog paws tightly.

After Zuo Rou and the others finished reading this memorial, Princess Ruibao looked at Song Beiyun in surprise: "When did you write it? It's so detailed..."

“I wrote it when I shit.”

"Vulgar words." Ruibao glanced at him: "But I want me to say, why do you always hide behind us and let us women show up in public?"

After hearing this, Song Beiyun laughed: "Because you are so awesome."

"But you are even more powerful. If it were me... I wouldn't think of such a way."

"Just dog-headed military advisor." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "If we change our position, I will be able to live today, it would be a miracle. Your power and my power are not the same. Your power is in your hands. My power is just standing on the shoulders of a giant."

Princess:"???"
Chapter completed!