That night, the two of them got together again to analyze the civil and military officials in the capital city. Unfortunately, the discussion lasted until midnight, but they still had nothing to gain. In the end, because they were too sleepy, the two of them fell asleep in the study without knowing it.
On the second day, Zhao Min woke up earlier. He was startled at first, but when he saw Song Qingshu sleeping on the opposite table, a faint smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.
She tiptoed out to wash up, Zhao Min noticed the strange eyes of the servants when they looked at her, she was a little puzzled at first, but soon realized that these servants were shocked that she slept in a room with a man.
Although the two of them had no physical contact in the house, the people outside didn't know it. From their point of view, Zhao Min and Song Qingshu had obviously slept together.
Zhao Min's cheeks flushed, and a trace of shame and anger flashed in his eyes, but such a misunderstanding is inconvenient to explain. Could it be that if he caught a servant, he would say that nothing happened between her and Song Qingshu last night
Firstly, people would definitely not believe it, and secondly, she couldn't afford to lose this person.
After hastily washing up, he came back to find that the instigator was still sleeping soundly. Zhao Min was so angry that he walked over and kicked him on the stool: "Lazy pig, wake up!"
Song Qingshu was frightened awake in an instant. If it wasn't for his good martial arts, this blow might have made him fall to the ground: "What's the situation?"
Seeing the glistening water stains at the corner of his mouth, Zhao Min threw the towel in his hand to him with a look of disgust: "It's disgusting for such a big person to sleep while drooling." When she said this, her face blushed. She was in the same condition when she got up just now.
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel: "I don't know how many lifetimes of blessing it is to be served by the princess to wash up." While talking, he suddenly smelled the faint fragrance on the towel, and couldn't help but look weird, "So Xiang, it’s not the one you used, right?”
It was only then that Zhao Min realized that he had just casually thrown his things to him, secretly ashamed but unable to admit it: "How could it be mine, it's Aunt Wu who cooks in the yard."
"Oh, if that's the case, I'll use it to wipe my feet." Song Qingshu said deliberately.
"You dare!" Zhao Min's brows were raised upright in an instant, and when she saw Song Qingshu's half-smile eyes, she immediately understood that she had fallen into his trick.
"Bastard~" Zhao Min scolded, but couldn't help laughing, "I'm too lazy to argue with you, after washing up, go out and taste the delicacies of Shangjing."
Soon the two of them appeared on the streets of the city, tasting all kinds of special delicacies in Shangjing. Because they had been thinking hard for so long last night, they couldn't think of any clues. When it was a complete vacation. It was a rare opportunity for the two of them to relax, so they cherished it all the more.
It's a pity that after enjoying it for a while, Zhao Min's subordinates ran over and glanced at Song Qingshu. The man hesitated again and again. After what happened last night, they had already acquiesced that this person was the uncle of their Ruyang Palace. Don't hide it from him. But Zhao Min has always been very strict, and he was worried that he would be dealt with by Zhao Min afterwards. In the end, he didn't say anything publicly, but went to Zhao Min to report in a low voice.
"What happened?" After the man left, Song Qingshu asked casually. It was not difficult to eavesdrop with his skills, but out of respect, he did not eavesdrop on the other person's conversation.
"The mission of the Southern Song Dynasty is about to arrive at a small town 30 miles outside the city. They could have entered Beijing today, but the Southern Song Dynasty seems to pay more attention to the auspicious time of day. They plan to rest outside the city for one night and enter the city tomorrow morning. .” Zhao Min replied.
"The Mission of the Southern Song Dynasty..." Song Qingshu's eyes were fixed, knowing that they came here to discuss the North and South sending troops to attack the Kingdom of Jin.
"Today is the best chance to sabotage the peace talks. If they enter the city, they will be watched by various forces and protected by the various armies of the Liao Kingdom. It will be more than twice as difficult to do anything. "
Song Qing wrote strangely: "Are you implying that I should do something?"
Zhao Min smiled sweetly: "I didn't say anything."
Song Qingshu finally couldn't help being curious, looked at her with burning eyes and asked: "It stands to reason that the Song-Liao alliance sending troops to attack the Kingdom of Jin is in your Mongolia's best interest, right? Why do you help me like this?"
Zhao Min blushed slightly, and looked away: "You don't have to think about what you have and what you don't. I'm not helping you, but helping myself."
"Help yourself?" Song Qingshu asked doubtfully.
"It's good for Mongolia, but it may not be good for the Ruyang Palace. Over the years, I have faintly noticed that the Great Khan has begun to be jealous and suspicious of my father, but I didn't do it because I still need my father to help him manage the Central Plains. But if the Central Plains Jin Guo, the most powerful enemy here, has collapsed, and we have to guard against such things as the end of birds and bows." Zhao Min said while looking to the north, his eyes full of worry.
It seems that the power struggle in Mongolia has also reached a feverish stage... Song Qingshu thought secretly, but joked: "It seems that you are planning to support the bandits."
"Don't speak so harshly," Zhao Min glared at him angrily, "Self-protection always requires wisdom, so are you going or not?"
"Go, of course." Song Qingshu knew what the purpose of his trip to the north was, and of course he couldn't make it so easy for Song Liao to form an alliance. "Will you accompany me?"
Zhao Min blushed and turned away: "What I do with you is not my business."
"That's true," Song Qingshu smiled wryly, "Then let's split up into two groups. I'll stop the Southern Song Mission, and you will continue to investigate Murong Jingyue's whereabouts."
"Okay." Zhao Min was straightforward, without any delay.
After parting with Zhao Min, Song Qingshu rushed all the way to the small town outside the city. Thirty miles was not far away. Because it was still early, he deliberately slowed down, lest early in the morning is the time when the spirit of the mission is at its best. .
About an hour later, he finally arrived at the small town. The Liao Kingdom sent people to arrange a group of Southern Song missions to stay at the post station. Song Qingshu secretly investigated and roughly figured out the size of the mission.
This time the Southern Song Dynasty sent not many people, only about 20 people, obviously for the purpose of smaller targets and less likely to be discovered by the enemy. Except for the chief and deputy envoys, they are all excellent players. It seems that Song Ting also attaches great importance to the safety of the mission.
"I don't know how to stop the alliance between the two countries." Song Qingshu hid in a tree, extremely distressed. In fact, he already had an answer in his heart, but he never wanted to face it.
To destroy the alliance between the two countries, the easiest way is to kill the mission team, and a more advanced method can also deliberately let one or two people go, and finally blame the Khitan people.
At that time, even if Song Ting ignores the past and sends another mission, it will buy a few months more time. And you can continue to kill until the two countries are suspicious of each other, then you're done.
But Song Qingshu is not such a cruel and easy-to-kill person, especially for his own interests in the Kingdom of Jin, he can't get over that hurdle in killing Song people.
"If Zhao Min is here, he will probably ridicule my wife's benevolence again." Song Qingshu smiled wryly.
Suddenly his expression changed, and he subconsciously hid in the bushes. Not long after, a masked man broke in from the outside and sneaked into the post all the way without a sound.
"This figure seems familiar?" Song Qingshu was puzzled, but for a while he couldn't remember where he saw him.
Just as he was having a headache, there were bursts of low cries suddenly coming from inside. Although it stopped abruptly, Song Qingshu instantly recognized that it was the scream of a person before death.
"This man..." Song Qingshu was startled, and was hesitating whether to go over to have a look. The Khitan warriors at the post station were obviously also alarmed, and they rushed over here shouting and holding weapons.
After a while, the man in black had already walked out of the house, and drops of blood slowly seeped out from the long sword in his hand.
Song Qingshu's eyes were fixed, he had already recognized the sword, it was Xue Yiren's sword!
At this time, the group of Khitan warriors found that the members of the Southern Song Mission were lying in a pool of blood, they were terrified, and rushed towards the murderer, shouting.
A bloody light flashed in the air, and Xue Yiren's sword was like the scythe of death, shining with a blood-red and poignant light, harvesting one life after another.
After about a stick of incense, there were no living people in the station. Xue Yiren took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood on the sword, slowly put the sword back into its sheath, and walked out leisurely, as if nothing happened just now generally.
Song Qingshu quietly went to the room to investigate, and found that the members of the Song Dynasty mission were killed with a single sword, and many guards had just drawn their swords halfway, and there was still horror in their eyes, as if they did not expect the opponent's sword to be so fast .
"Xue Yiren is a member of the Imperial City Department, why did he kill the imperial mission?" Song Qingshu was shocked, the development of the plot was beyond his expectation.
The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became, Song Qingshu finally decided to follow and have a look. Xue Yiren's lightness kung fu is very good, and his kung fu has already left the town for several miles. It is also thanks to Song Qingshu's unparalleled lightness kung fu that it is difficult to gradually catch up with him.
Seeing Xue Yiren's back, Song Qingshu slowed down. Xue Yiren's swordsmanship is already one of the best in the world. If you really want to fight for a while, you won't be able to catch him. Moreover, he has a tough character, and most likely you won't be able to ask him. What, why not follow him secretly, see who is the mastermind behind where he goes, and find out.
Xue Yiren works in the Imperial City Department. Not only is his martial arts extremely high, but he is also good at tracking and hiding. Thanks to Song Qingshu's cultivation, he can follow behind him without anyone noticing. He almost found him two or three times in the middle.
"Hey, you actually entered Shangjing City?" Seeing the city gate in the distance, Song Qingshu became more and more suspicious, "Could it be that the Xue Yiren colluded with the Liao people?"
However, he quickly denied this speculation. From the perspective of the Liao Kingdom, it is unreasonable to kill the Song Dynasty mission, but it is impossible for Xue Yiren to sacrifice his life for the Jin Kingdom, right
Song Qingshu, as the highest official in the Kingdom of Jin, naturally knew that this was impossible, so he became more and more curious about Xue Yiren's motives.
Following Xue Yiren all the way into the city, I saw him walking east and west, and soon came to a secluded house.
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