Song Qingshu swaggered into Yuqing Temple, watched his soldiers make the whole Taoist temple upside down, and couldn't help sighing: No wonder so many people say that men can't be powerless for a day, this dog relies on people's power... Ah bah, someone does these trivial things for you , Sure enough, it saved a lot of things.
"I don't know what your lord is doing here late at night?" A fat middle-aged Taoist came out leading a group of Taoist priests, his eyelids twitched as he saw the scenes of Manchu soldiers kicking doors everywhere from the corner of his eyes.
"You are the master of this Yuqing Temple?" Song Qingshu squinted at him, on the surface he looked chubby and friendly, but the occasional flashes of light in his eyes showed that he was definitely a master.
"Yes, poor Daoist Ma Zhen, I am the master of Yuqing Temple." The fat Taoist bowed.
"Ma Zhen?" Song Qingshu frowned. The name sounded familiar, but unfortunately he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
"It's like this. Not long ago, Mr. Wu Zhirong, the magistrate of Yangzhou, was robbed by gangsters at home. This officer received a tip that someone saw a suspicious person sneaking into your Yuqing temple, so I came here to investigate." As the saying goes, a teacher must be famous, and Song Qingshu must have a plausible reason to overwhelm others with power.
"Suspicious person?" Taoist Ma Zhen waved his hands hastily and said, "Definitely not, our Yuqing Temple usually sends a lot of Taoist priests to patrol around, and we will never let suspicious people get in."
Song Qingshu snorted coldly: "If you say there is no one, then there is no one? I will make a conclusion after I investigate clearly." After speaking, he raised his foot and rushed inside.
"Wait a minute!" Taoist Ma Zhen stretched out his hand to stop him, "Pindao has been the master of the temple in Yangzhou for more than ten years, sorry for the poor eyesight, I don't know what your lord's position is, is there an official document issued by the admiral's office when searching for this temple? "
"Bold! This is Lord Tang Kuobian, Minister of the Kingdom of Jin and Marshal Tang Kuobian. This time, Suo Xiang personally asked Lord Tang Kuo to help you. You, a little temple master, dare to push back here!" Song Qingshu has not yet When he answered, a small leader of the soldier Suoetu assigned to him had already stepped forward and scolded him for him.
"Marshal of the soldiers and horses of the Kingdom of Jin?" The Taoist Ma Zhen was secretly startled, hesitating for a while, and was led in by Song Qingshu.
Seeing that they were walking in the courtyard where the distinguished guests stayed, Ma Zhen couldn't help crying secretly, and hurriedly chased after them.
When he came to a courtyard, he saw his soldiers blocked there, Song Qingshu asked, "What's going on?"
"Reporting to the Marshal, other places in Yuqingguan have been checked, but this courtyard has not been checked, but these people blocked the door and refused to let us in." A Qing soldier stepped forward and replied.
Song Qingshu glanced and noticed that although the number of people guarding the gate of the courtyard was not large, they were all tough. Obviously they were all masters. No wonder these soldiers of the Qing Dynasty would suffer.
"It's unreasonable to dare to obstruct the court's handling of the case. It seems that they are the accomplices of the thieves. Come on, take all the people inside and interrogate them strictly." Song Qingshu was worrying about having no chance, and instead of being angry when he saw the opportunity, he rejoiced and waved.
Hmph, let's put you in prison first, and see how you hook up with Li Kexiu.
Originally, taking the opportunity to kill this group of people was the easiest and most effective way, but Song Qingshu was not a cold-blooded person; secondly, the other party was an envoy of the Southern Song Dynasty after all, and as a Han Chinese, he always felt close to him.
Song Qingshu's accompanying guards were about to rush over after receiving the order, when a cold shout came from inside: "Wait a minute!"
Soon a group of people came out in a file, for one person with a handsome appearance and a well-trimmed goatee. There are two familiar people beside them, they are Lu Guanying and Cheng Yaojia who were let go a few days ago.
Seeing Song Qingshu's appearance clearly, Cheng Yaojia opened his small mouth slightly, apparently extremely surprised; but Lu Guanying subconsciously gave his wife a hard look. In his opinion, the envoys of the Southern Song Dynasty were both bright and dark. It is extremely secretive that your lord stays here, and it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to know that this golden man came to the door so quickly, it must be what his wife said to him.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly at Cheng Yaojia, causing the other party to blushed and bowed his head. Lu Guanying was even more jealous when he saw it.
At this time, Song Qingshu had no time to care about the conflict between the young couple, but instead focused on both sides of that person.
The person on the left is dressed as a sergeant, and his appearance is ordinary, but his whole person has a bookish atmosphere. He must be Lu You, a great poet in the Southern Song Dynasty who has been acquainted with him for a long time.
However, Song Qingshu was paying more attention to the other person at this time. A big man with a beard was standing with his sword in his arms. Although he looked lazy, he faintly exuded a sword aura.
"Top expert! Everyone who uses swords!" Song Qingshu quickly made a judgment, but what made him a little puzzled was that he had never seen this person before, so why did he always feel somewhat familiar when looking at him
Some of his subordinates had already whispered something in the goatee's ear, and when they heard that Song Qingshu was actually the military commander of the Kingdom of Jin, the goatee's eyes flashed, and then he stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Marshal, this It was just a misunderstanding, we are just businessmen who came here to do business, passed by Yangzhou, and stopped at Yuqing Temple by the way, absolutely have nothing to do with the thief who robbed the prefect of Yangzhou."
Song Qing's expression was slightly different, the person in front of him clearly didn't understand martial arts, but there was a faint awe-inspiring aura from his body, obviously the official authority cultivated in high positions all the year round, it seems that this envoy has a lot of background.
"Businessman?" Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally, "What's your name?"
"My surname is Han, and my name is Jiefu." The goatee replied neither humble nor overbearing. Although he didn't use his real name, he used his real name. Anyway, this is not the Southern Song Dynasty. Unless someone is very familiar with him, he will never know his name. identity.
"Han Jiefu?" Song Qingshu read silently for a few times, and suddenly flew into a rage, "Han Jiefu, calling brother-in-law, you are so brave, you dare to take advantage of this official, come here, give me a slap!"
The goatee's face was sullen, and Lu You on the side hurriedly stepped forward and scolded: "You dog official is ignorant, but you come to wrong a good person. The word Jiefu is taken from Liang Guorenfang's "Zou Tan Liu Zheng" in the Southern Dynasty. "The minister heard that Ma Yuanfeng's sister-in-law, who is not a crown, can't get in; Fan Yu is an orphan, and the family is impermanent. It is called a righteous man who is a husband, who has heard of it and has a good story for thousands of years. "What is it called brother-in-law in a mess. "Because of the shame of Jingkang, Lu You is also a staunch main fighter, so hearing that he is a golden man, how can he have a good face.
This remark made the Southern Song Dynasty group burst into laughter, all of them showing sarcasm, and the soldiers on the Manchu side wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and it was extremely hard to hold back.
Song Qingshu came here on purpose to find fault, and when he saw this, he waved an excuse: "Wow, how dare you insult me, come here, and take them all for me!" 8