Song Qingshu's face turned hot, but he reacted quickly and said hurriedly: That's for people with martial arts foundation, but you have never practiced martial arts and are not familiar with many meridians and acupoints. Naturally, I need to take care of you next to you.
oh. Chen Bijun nodded blankly, feeling that what he said made some sense.
One of them practiced the qigong so much that they were sweating profusely, and the other was enjoying it leisurely. Time passed without realizing it. At night, Chen Bijun felt sore all over his body.
Song Qingshu explained: I just started practicing today and stretched a lot of my meridians. It is normal to have some pain. It will be cured in two days. If you feel it hurts too much, I will give you massage and promote blood circulation and get better quickly.
No...no need.
Chen Bijun was so scared that he waved his hand quickly, "Wouldn't the massage be used to promote blood circulation?"
Although he seemed to have touched everything he should have touched, the eldest lady's reserve still made her feel a little reluctant.
The same goes for a good hot bath. I'll ask the maid to prepare hot water.The ship they were riding on was a merchant ship from the Ruan family, which was much better than ordinary ships and could enjoy the most comfortable service.
Um. After practicing for a day, my body was covered with a layer of fine sweat. How could Chen Bijun resist the temptation of a hot bath?
When she unbuttoned her dress and soaked in the bathtub, her heart was still pounding, thinking what if Brother Song came in later? Should I refuse or give up?
Thinking of some shameful scenes, a pretty face was already extremely red.
However, until she finished washing, the other party still did not come in and put on her clothes. Chen Bijun was a little worried, so he went outside to find him until there was no trace of him on the deck. He couldn't help but raise his heart: Brother Song, where are you?
Later, there was a faint crying voice in her voice. You should know that there have been great changes during this period. Only when Song Qingshu was around her could she feel a sense of security. Now she suddenly lost her trace. She was like a lost child, and all kinds of emotions surged into her heart.
I'm on it.
At this time, a gentle voice came from above his head. Chen Bijun looked up and saw a bright moon in the sky, while Song Qingshu was sitting leisurely among the bright moon.
She hurriedly rubbed her eyes, and then she realized that the other party was actually sitting on the cross sail of the main mast of the merchant ship, holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine glass in the other hand, drinking alone at the moon. Because of the angle and light problems, she accidentally thought he was sitting in the moon.
Chen Bijun has seen many people drink, but he has never seen a person drink so much... so fairy-like. He thought to himself, no wonder many people in the boudoirs in Jiangnan called him exiled immortals.
What are you thinking, come up quickly.Song Qingshu's voice interrupted her contemplation.
Chen Bijun's face turned slightly red, and he bit his lip slightly and said embarrassedly: I...I can't get up.
I'll pull you up. Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and used the Dragon Capture skill. Chen Bijun felt that his whole body seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand and drove upwards and fog.
When she realized that she was already sitting on the mast. Seeing that she was so high from the deck, she panicked. Her body was soft and she could not sit steadily?The whole person fell down again.
Ah~ Chen Bijun exclaimed, but after a long time, the pain she imagined did not come. She couldn't help but open her eyes and found herself beside her lover.
Don't be afraid, I'm here.Song Qingshu said with a smile.
Hearing his words, Chen Bijun suddenly felt that the fear and fear just now disappeared in an instant, and there was always a sense of peace of mind around him.
Song Qingshu handed her a wine glass: The wind was cool at night, and drinking a glass of wine warmed her body.Seeing that she was hesitant, she couldn't help but smile, do you think drinking with a man in the middle of the night is too unlady.
Chen Bijun was also amused by him: Of course, drinking with others is the case, but drinking with Brother Song is an exception.
She picked up the wine and drank it all, feeling a spicy feeling flowing from her throat to her abdomen. A blush slowly rose from her neck, and then gradually spread out on her fair cheeks. Suddenly, she realized that this was the cup he had just drunk, and her face became more and more beautiful.
Song Qingshu looked at her with some surprise: Bijun's heroic spirit of drinking is really no less than that of any other beauties, but the wine is very strong, and it is a bit dangerous for a woman and a man to drink like this.
There was a layer of water in Chen Bijun's eyes: I won't drink with other men. The implication is also very clear. She doesn't worry even if she is drunk in front of you.
Song Qingshu felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but smile: Such a beautiful scenery, with beautiful women accompanying him to add fragrance, I really need to drink a few more cups.As he said that, he took the wine glass and poured another glass of wine and drank it all.
Chen Bijun pressed the hem of her skirt under her legs so that the wind would not blow up and be seen by the people on the deck, and asked: Is there anything wrong with Brother Song drinking here so late?
Song Qingshu nodded: Yes, I'm a little worried about Wudang Mountain, and I always feel that something will happen.
Chen Bijun advised: Brother Song, you are concerned about it. Even people like me who are not in the martial arts world know that Zhang Zhenren is a martial arts myth. All the seven heroes of Wudang are worthy of the martial arts masters. Even if someone wants to harm them, it would be so easy. Besides, it will take us a few days to go to Wudang Mountain after going straight downstream.
Song Qingshu thought about it and the same reason: Bijun, you can see through thoroughly, right. Now there is too little information and it is useless to worry too much. Let’s talk about it when you arrive in Wudang Mountain.
The two of them continued to drink and chat for a while. Song Qingshu noticed that her body was trembling slightly and said: It's too cold here, go back to the room.
Um.
Chen Bijun's body shrank, and the wind on the river was already strong, not to mention that they were still on the mast. If they hadn't been drinking wine to warm up, and being half-held in her arms by the other party, her body would have been frozen.
But looking down, she felt dizzy and at a loss.
Song Qingshu knew her embarrassment and said with a smile: I'll carry you down.
Chen Bijun pursed her lips and whispered a little. Song Qingshu held her in his arms and couldn't help but smile: No wonder some people say that women are made of flesh and blood. Bijun, you are really soft and boneless.
I hate it, I don’t know which disciple is who can say such words. Chen Bijun only felt the sound of wind in his ears, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the room.
Putting her on the bed, Song Qingshu stood up and said: You have a good rest.
Just as he was about to leave, a soft little hand suddenly grabbed him: Actually... you don't have to leave.
oh. Chen Bijun nodded blankly, feeling that what he said made some sense.
One of them practiced the qigong so much that they were sweating profusely, and the other was enjoying it leisurely. Time passed without realizing it. At night, Chen Bijun felt sore all over his body.
Song Qingshu explained: I just started practicing today and stretched a lot of my meridians. It is normal to have some pain. It will be cured in two days. If you feel it hurts too much, I will give you massage and promote blood circulation and get better quickly.
No...no need.
Chen Bijun was so scared that he waved his hand quickly, "Wouldn't the massage be used to promote blood circulation?"
Although he seemed to have touched everything he should have touched, the eldest lady's reserve still made her feel a little reluctant.
The same goes for a good hot bath. I'll ask the maid to prepare hot water.The ship they were riding on was a merchant ship from the Ruan family, which was much better than ordinary ships and could enjoy the most comfortable service.
Um. After practicing for a day, my body was covered with a layer of fine sweat. How could Chen Bijun resist the temptation of a hot bath?
When she unbuttoned her dress and soaked in the bathtub, her heart was still pounding, thinking what if Brother Song came in later? Should I refuse or give up?
Thinking of some shameful scenes, a pretty face was already extremely red.
However, until she finished washing, the other party still did not come in and put on her clothes. Chen Bijun was a little worried, so he went outside to find him until there was no trace of him on the deck. He couldn't help but raise his heart: Brother Song, where are you?
Later, there was a faint crying voice in her voice. You should know that there have been great changes during this period. Only when Song Qingshu was around her could she feel a sense of security. Now she suddenly lost her trace. She was like a lost child, and all kinds of emotions surged into her heart.
I'm on it.
At this time, a gentle voice came from above his head. Chen Bijun looked up and saw a bright moon in the sky, while Song Qingshu was sitting leisurely among the bright moon.
She hurriedly rubbed her eyes, and then she realized that the other party was actually sitting on the cross sail of the main mast of the merchant ship, holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine glass in the other hand, drinking alone at the moon. Because of the angle and light problems, she accidentally thought he was sitting in the moon.
Chen Bijun has seen many people drink, but he has never seen a person drink so much... so fairy-like. He thought to himself, no wonder many people in the boudoirs in Jiangnan called him exiled immortals.
What are you thinking, come up quickly.Song Qingshu's voice interrupted her contemplation.
Chen Bijun's face turned slightly red, and he bit his lip slightly and said embarrassedly: I...I can't get up.
I'll pull you up. Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and used the Dragon Capture skill. Chen Bijun felt that his whole body seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand and drove upwards and fog.
When she realized that she was already sitting on the mast. Seeing that she was so high from the deck, she panicked. Her body was soft and she could not sit steadily?The whole person fell down again.
Ah~ Chen Bijun exclaimed, but after a long time, the pain she imagined did not come. She couldn't help but open her eyes and found herself beside her lover.
Don't be afraid, I'm here.Song Qingshu said with a smile.
Hearing his words, Chen Bijun suddenly felt that the fear and fear just now disappeared in an instant, and there was always a sense of peace of mind around him.
Song Qingshu handed her a wine glass: The wind was cool at night, and drinking a glass of wine warmed her body.Seeing that she was hesitant, she couldn't help but smile, do you think drinking with a man in the middle of the night is too unlady.
Chen Bijun was also amused by him: Of course, drinking with others is the case, but drinking with Brother Song is an exception.
She picked up the wine and drank it all, feeling a spicy feeling flowing from her throat to her abdomen. A blush slowly rose from her neck, and then gradually spread out on her fair cheeks. Suddenly, she realized that this was the cup he had just drunk, and her face became more and more beautiful.
Song Qingshu looked at her with some surprise: Bijun's heroic spirit of drinking is really no less than that of any other beauties, but the wine is very strong, and it is a bit dangerous for a woman and a man to drink like this.
There was a layer of water in Chen Bijun's eyes: I won't drink with other men. The implication is also very clear. She doesn't worry even if she is drunk in front of you.
Song Qingshu felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but smile: Such a beautiful scenery, with beautiful women accompanying him to add fragrance, I really need to drink a few more cups.As he said that, he took the wine glass and poured another glass of wine and drank it all.
Chen Bijun pressed the hem of her skirt under her legs so that the wind would not blow up and be seen by the people on the deck, and asked: Is there anything wrong with Brother Song drinking here so late?
Song Qingshu nodded: Yes, I'm a little worried about Wudang Mountain, and I always feel that something will happen.
Chen Bijun advised: Brother Song, you are concerned about it. Even people like me who are not in the martial arts world know that Zhang Zhenren is a martial arts myth. All the seven heroes of Wudang are worthy of the martial arts masters. Even if someone wants to harm them, it would be so easy. Besides, it will take us a few days to go to Wudang Mountain after going straight downstream.
Song Qingshu thought about it and the same reason: Bijun, you can see through thoroughly, right. Now there is too little information and it is useless to worry too much. Let’s talk about it when you arrive in Wudang Mountain.
The two of them continued to drink and chat for a while. Song Qingshu noticed that her body was trembling slightly and said: It's too cold here, go back to the room.
Um.
Chen Bijun's body shrank, and the wind on the river was already strong, not to mention that they were still on the mast. If they hadn't been drinking wine to warm up, and being half-held in her arms by the other party, her body would have been frozen.
But looking down, she felt dizzy and at a loss.
Song Qingshu knew her embarrassment and said with a smile: I'll carry you down.
Chen Bijun pursed her lips and whispered a little. Song Qingshu held her in his arms and couldn't help but smile: No wonder some people say that women are made of flesh and blood. Bijun, you are really soft and boneless.
I hate it, I don’t know which disciple is who can say such words. Chen Bijun only felt the sound of wind in his ears, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the room.
Putting her on the bed, Song Qingshu stood up and said: You have a good rest.
Just as he was about to leave, a soft little hand suddenly grabbed him: Actually... you don't have to leave.
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