After the two girls finished grooming, seeing Song Qingshu was still sleeping, Li Qingluo said, "I'll take my cousin to visit the former Yue's old house."
"Go, go~" Song Qingshu waved his hand casually.
"Too lazy to be like a pig." Li Qingluo snorted angrily, pulled the little dragon girl and walked out. Although the little dragon girl didn't want to be separated from Song Qingshu, she also wanted to see the place where her parents lived, so she hesitated and followed her gone.
After sleeping for about an hour, Song Qingshu sat up from the bed, stretched his waist, suddenly thought of something, couldn't help but grabbed the quilt and smelled it, the faint fragrance made him feel refreshed.
"Sleeping on a rope every day is not a problem. If I can sleep on this bed with them, tsk tsk tsk~" Thinking of the excitement, Song Qingshu couldn't help but giggle...
Leaving the mansion, Song Qingshu did not go to find Li Qingluo, Xiaolongnv and the others, but went to Jianshan Academy.
He knew that the business was important. Li Qingluo had already analyzed the situation very clearly last night. Of course there was no need to go to Han Tuozhou's side. Whether it was the friendship between the two parties or his plan for the Northern Expedition, he would not let go of such a good opportunity to make things worse, so the top priority It is to go to Jianshan Academy first to stir up public opinion.
When he arrived at Jianshan Academy, Song Qingshu explained why he came, and when he heard that he wanted to see the saint, all the scholars in the academy looked at him unkindly.
Being human in two lifetimes, Song Qingshu didn't know what was in the eyes of these people, he couldn't help laughing, thinking that the girl in yellow shirt was quite popular.
"Go, go, saintess who devotes herself to cultivating, how can you just meet when you meet?" Several scholars waved their hands directly.
Song Qingshu smiled lightly and said, "I'm your saint's friend. As long as you tell me, she will definitely meet me." Although there was a lot of trouble last night, the people present were either princes or nobles or officials of the fourth rank or above. He didn't recognize his identity, and Song Qingshu deliberately didn't say anything to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"There are eight people like you every day, if not ten, please find another excuse." Those scholars sneered, because the yellow-shirted girl is too beautiful and has a noble status, all the princes and grandchildren in the capital flock to her, Changing tricks to get close to her made the girl in yellow very annoying. All the scholars in the academy regarded her as the lover of their dreams. Naturally, they were very upset to see those noble men showing their courtesies, so everyone tacitly united to kill those flies. keep out the door.
Seeing that Scholar Song Qing was born in a beautiful environment and well-dressed, they thought that he was also a son of some family who came to harass the yellow-shirted woman, so they naturally stopped him.
Song Qingshu frowned slightly, he didn't know the reason, he could only lament that the King of Hades is nice to see, and the little devil is hard to deal with, but he needed the help of Jianshan Academy for this trip, so he didn't want to embarrass these people.
"Since you don't go to pass on, then I have no choice but to call her myself." Song Qingshu took a deep breath as soon as he finished speaking, and then shouted in the direction of the mountain gate:
"Yingluo~"
"Wreaths?"
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Although the voice was not as grand as the lion's roar, it was plain and clearly spread to every corner of the entire academy.
All the scholars were shocked. Although they didn't know martial arts, they had seen a lot of them on weekdays. Jianshan Academy was divided into inner and outer schools. The students in the outer school were familiar with the sages' books and took the imperial examination route, while the students in the inner school practiced martial arts diligently. It is the reserve force of the officers in front of the temple. After getting in touch with those disciples in the inner courtyard, these scholars' eyesight has been tempered very well, so they naturally know that the person in front of them has a very high level of cultivation, and they cannot stop them.
Song Qingshu's voice caused commotion in the entire academy, and soon a group of people jumped over here: "Who is making such a loud noise here!"
Song Qingshu nodded secretly, these people have a solid foundation in martial arts, it seems that Jianshan Academy really hides dragons and crouching tigers.
The group of inner disciples quickly turned their attention to Song Qingshu, surrounded him faintly, and shouted angrily for one of them: "Jianshan Academy is such a sacred place, Emperor Taizong personally wrote the imperial approval: civil servants get off their sedan chairs, military officials get off their horses, you It's really brave to dare to charge into the mountain gate, come on, arrest this madman, beat him thirty times, and hand it over to the Lin'an government!"
"Hmph!" Song Qingshu snorted, and the group of people were shocked all of a sudden. They felt their blood was surging, and they couldn't take half a step.
"Zhao Yingluo, if you don't come out again, don't blame me for being ruthless." Song Qingshu has always been a good-tempered person, but as his cultivation base and status get higher and higher, he naturally has the arrogance of a superior person. To make things difficult, now that a group of men came running fiercely and wanted to do something, he was inevitably a little angry.
"Bold, how can you tarnish the name of the Holy Maiden casually?" Although he was frightened by his martial arts, this is his base camp after all, and there are many masters in the academy. How could it weaken the momentum.
"enough!"
Suddenly a cold voice came from the side. Everyone looked back, only to see a slender and charming figure standing not far away in yellow clothes fluttering. Who is it if it is not their saint
"He is my friend, you go down." The woman in yellow said lightly.
"Uh~" A group of people were so depressed that they had to leave angrily. When they left, many people turned their heads and gave Song Qingshu a vicious look.
"I didn't expect you to be so charming. I was shot while lying down today." Seeing those people leave, Song Qingshu said depressedly.
"Who told you to come to the gate of the academy so early in the morning to cry and howl like ghosts and wolves," she blushed when she thought that all the people in the academy had heard it, plus she defended him just now, and there would definitely be all kinds of gossip in the academy. I was quite annoyed in my heart, "What can you do with me?"
"It's hurtful for you to say that. We are friends, okay. I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Song Qingshu said exaggeratedly.
"It's been so long since you've been in An'an, and I haven't seen you come to see me." The woman in the yellow shirt replied lightly, "I'll go back if I don't say anything." Then she turned around and walked to the academy. In the evening, she was in a state of confusion because of her strange behavior, and now she really didn't know how to face this man.
"Hey~" Song Qingshu became anxious immediately, and pulled her back, "It's really good to go."
The woman in the yellow shirt looked into the distance with a guilty conscience, and saw that many people in the academy were staring this way intentionally or unintentionally, and she couldn't help being anxious: "You let go."
Song Qingshu just looked at her with a smile. Seeing that she was really annoyed, he just let go.
The woman in yellow gave him an annoyed look, "It's not convenient to talk here, come with me." After speaking, she turned around and left.
Song Qingshu followed her, looking provocatively at those people in the academy, seeing how those people gritted their teeth, his heart was filled with joy: "This scene is like going to other people's schools in a previous life to show their school flowers in full view. Take it~"
Seeing the direction in which the two left, those people in the academy immediately exploded: "Could the saint bring that man into her room?"
"How is it possible? For so many years, the house of the saint has never allowed men to step forward."
"If you don't believe me, see for yourself!"
"By the way, the man seemed to be calling the saint by her boudoir name just now, in a very friendly way."
"It's over, my saint!"
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Listening to all kinds of wailing indistinctly in the wind, Song Qingshu only felt refreshed and thoughtful.
"What are you laughing at?" the woman in yellow shirt asked suddenly.
"With a beautiful and refined fairy like you, if you don't laugh, why should you cry?" Song Qingshu looked at her with burning eyes.
"Let's save these words to deceive that dragon girl." The yellow-shirted girl snorted, but the corners of her mouth rose slightly.
The girl in the yellow shirt stopped talking, and not long after, the two of them came to a quiet courtyard with a few maids guarding the door, and when they saw a man behind her, they couldn't help asking in surprise, "Miss?"
"This young man is my friend. He brought over the can of tea from the hut, and without my order, no one is allowed to disturb him." The yellow-shirted woman ordered naturally.
The maids all looked at each other in blank dismay. You must know that their young ladies never bring men here, and that the pot of tea she mentioned just now is the real Yuqian Longjing, and it is picked from eighteen imperial tea trees beside the Longjing. The servings are limited, if the emperor and the empress dowager have one point, there is not much left. The princes and nobles in the whole capital are envious of those tea leaves. The woman in yellow finally managed to get some, but she has been reluctant to drink it. This time, she actually used it to treat this man.
A group of maids started to gossip, guessing Song Qingshu's identity.
As soon as he entered the room, there was a thin sweet fragrance. Song Qingshu had a strange expression. It seems that relevant institutions have done research in his previous life. A woman's preference for perfume can often tell her enthusiasm for sex. , women who like light and elegant fragrances tend to be cold-tempered, do they like rich and sweet fragrances, often...
Song Qingshu couldn't help but glanced at the girl in yellow. He didn't expect that there was a fiery volcano hidden under her icy appearance. But it's understandable when you think about it carefully. Every time she appears on stage, a bunch of maids are playing sheng and playing music, and they make a little rain of petals. She must be a sullen person in her bones.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Huang Shannu turned her head and just met his eyes, she couldn't help wondering.
"It's nothing." Song Qingshu knew that if he told the truth, the other party's anger was not a joke. He subconsciously looked at the whole room and saw that the layout was extremely elegant. He couldn't help laughing, "I won't be the first one to enter your boudoir. man."
"Of course not," the woman in yellow gave him a white look, "My master has been here."
She obviously didn't want to be entangled with this, so she hurriedly changed the subject: "Okay, now that no one else is bothering you, you can talk about the purpose of coming here this time."
Song Qingshu sat down face to face with her, and then said: "I really want to ask you for a favor on this trip..." Then he repeated what Li Qingluo said last night, of course he didn't mention anything that shouldn't be mentioned.
After listening, Huang Shannu was noncommittal and just looked at him quietly.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but said depressedly: "Can you still say something, what does this mean?"
The woman in the yellow shirt snorted, "You haven't paid back what you owed me last time, and you want me to do things for you?" 8