Seeing the beauty in his arms limp and weak, Song Qingshu felt an unusual sense of accomplishment. His fingers gently traced her skin, softer and warmer than jade, as he said tenderly, "Rest for a while~"
Zhao Min shifted and found a comfortable position in his arms, dozing like a cat for a moment. Only when she felt her soul and spirit return to her body did she lazily say, "Hadn't you always been troubled over how to deal with Xiao Feng? I gave it some careful thought and came up with an idea."
"What idea?" Song Qingshu was overjoyed. A Zhu's arrival had only made him more troubled over how to handle Xiao Feng. He could neither kill nor release him. Since Zhao Min had come up with a solution, it was surely a perfect one.
"Song Lang, do you know Ma Chao from the Three Kingdoms era?" Zhao Min curled up in Song Qingshu's embrace like a young girl. Each crisp, sweet "Song Lang" made his very bones melt.
"The Splendid Ma Chao of Xiliang? Of course I do." As Song Qingshu spoke, he reached toward her chest. Though this was not his first time touching her, he was still astonished by its fullness. He could only marvel that drinking milk and eating meat from childhood really did provide excellent nourishment.
"We're discussing serious matters, don't fool around~" His movement made Zhao Min's heart tremble. She shot him a coquettish glare. "We can imitate the way Liu Bei used Ma Chao to deal with Xiao Feng."
"How so?" Since they were discussing serious business, Song Qingshu became solemn as well.
"Give him the title, but not the power," Zhao Min said slowly, her eyes gleaming with intelligence.
"Give him the title, but not the power..." Song Qingshu murmured,