Chapter 146: Sleeping beauty
The moon was shrouded in darkness and the wind was high.
Song Qingshu was standing on a hill wearing black clothes; the cold wind blew all over his body in the middle of the night, yet he kept staring intently at Sansheng Temple in the valley in the distance.
Judging that the people inside the temple had already fallen asleep, Song Qingshu jumped up, his body fluttering in the wind, and when the montum was exhausted, he lightly stepped on the leaves of the trees beneath him, and his figure would jump forward several ters once again. (G: Naru*to anyone?)
He quietly entered the Sansheng Temple, then looked back at the distance he had traveled all the way, and sincerely signed in his heart, ‘Traceless Sand Treading Steps can really be called the number one movent technique in the world.’
Looking around, he found that no one was disturbed by his intrusion. Song Qingshu showed a satisfied smile, then continued to hide his figure, and went all the way to Chen Yuanyuan's room.
"The windows of the ancient tis can't prevent thieves or peepers. I really don't know what's the use of having them." Song Qingshu stared at the paper window in front of him, and beca montarily speechless. He quickly used the tricks he learned on the TV dramas. He gently poked, and pierced the window paper without a sound, and moved his eyes to look inside.
The room was dark, and he vaguely saw two people lying on the bed. Song Qingshu felt very disappointed, ‘Could it be Chen Yuanyuan and her lover? Although this woman is pitiful, but she herself is not a chaste woman. Most of her misfortunes were really her own fault.’
He sighed, but he still rembered the purpose of this trip. Song Qingshu opened the window and gently jumped in. As soon as he landed, he saw soone on the bed turning over. Not giving the person a chance, Song Qingshu rushed over like a sharp arrow, and clicked their two sleeping acupoints, and only then he was secretly relieved.
Song Qingshu was taken aback by the soft feeling he got from his fingertips, and he looked down using the faint moonlight.
Under the layers of gauze, on the ancient bed made out of sandalwood, lay a young girl. Most of the quilt on her body had slipped off, revealing a moon-white silk tube top, and the gentle moonlight reflected on her exposed porcelain skin. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly with each breath. When he clearly saw the pretty face, Song Qingshu suddenly realized, ‘So the other person is Ake.’
Picking up a corner of the quilt, Song Qingshu gently covered her while muttering to himself, ‘What a sin… I'm only here for the "Sutra of Forty-two Chapters
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