Despite some reluctance, Song Qingshu had no choice but to leave the Golden Snake Camp and rush to the Daxing Mansion of the Kingdom of Jin.
From time to time along the way, I met people fleeing northward, apparently hearing that a war was about to start in the south, and had to flee their homes. What's interesting is that most of them are Han Chinese. Song Qingshu was a little strange at the beginning. It stands to reason that it was the Southern Song and Northern Expeditions. Shouldn't the Han people greet them with food
But he quickly realized that he had been in this world for a long time, and he gradually realized that for the low-level people, they are busy with three meals a day, struggling with food and clothing, and they really don't have the time to care about national affairs. Those who have the energy to care about these are often scholars with relatively well-off families and passionate blood.
For the people at the bottom, war means life-threatening, starvation, displacement...
"Prosperity, the people are suffering; death, the people are suffering..." Song Qingshu has never been a sympathetic saint, but witnessing the tragic situation of some refugees touched him deeply, and he became more and more determined to unify the world as soon as possible and keep the soldiers away from the people.
They rushed all the way to Daxing Mansion without stopping. There were twice as many guards at the city gate than usual, and there were patrolling soldiers everywhere. It could be seen that the atmosphere in the city was much more solemn and tense than before, obviously because of the imminent battle.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, and decided to go to Tang Kuo's mansion first. After all, it was broad daylight, and even with his superb lightness skills, it would not be easy to sneak into the heavily guarded Jin Kingdom Palace.
Arriving near Tang Kuo's Mansion, Song Qingshu looked at the guards in front of the door depressed for a while: "I didn't expect that I can't go through the main entrance when I go back to my own house. Thinking about it is really frustrating."
In fact, it is easy for him to disguise himself as Tang Kuobian, but he does not know if another "Tang Kuobian" is in the house at this time. If two Tang Kuobians appear at the same time, it will be troublesome; of course, if he Even if Song Qingshu's name is reported, he can go in openly. After all, he is Tang Kuobian's sworn brother, but now that the Southern Song and Northern Expeditions are imminent, and the Han people all over the world are paying attention to this place, he doesn't want to cause a commotion.
I struggled around the door, and finally went around to a remote courtyard wall in the backyard, and sneaked in while no one was paying attention.
Now that Tang Kuobian is the head of all officials in the Jin Kingdom, the mansion is naturally heavily guarded. Song Qingshu found many secret whistle along the way, and thanks to his familiarity with the mansion's situation, the alarm was not triggered along the way.
Hearing some passing servants chatting, "Tang Kuobian" is now dealing with government affairs in the study, Song Qingshu thought to himself: I don't know who is pretending to be Tang Kuobian...
In the Kingdom of Jin, most of the time, Zishan Dragon King Dai Qisi pretended to be Tang Kuobian, and Gebi pretended to be Emperor Wanyanquan, sitting in the palace with Wanyanping. He didn't know the role, so he wasn't sure who was in the study now.
Thinking of the glamorous and arrogant Zishan Dragon King, the gentle and charming Gebi, and the youthful and lively Wanyanping, Song Qingshu felt a tinge of tenderness in his heart. The warmth of Zhong's family, the tenderness of his wife—although she always asks him to appear as Tang Kuobian every time, especially when he is intimate...
But how could Song Qingshu, who came from later generations, care about the gains and losses of this city and place? What is more important is the actual benefits, but he also enjoys playing role-playing games with her, and occasionally restores his original appearance when she is extremely emotional. It gave him a strong sense of conquest.
"Who?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but breathe heavily because he thought of some charming scenes, and "Tang Kuobian" in the study raised his head impressively, and raised his hand and was shot by a hidden weapon.
Feeling the strong wind coming towards him, Song Qingshu groaned inwardly, and hastily stretched out his hand to block it and grabbed the hidden weapon. He opened his palm and saw that it was a few golden flowers.
"So it's Dai Qisi." Song Qingshu smiled slightly, this is Zishan Dragon King's unique hidden weapon.
Let's say that Dai Qisi was processing a large number of letters reported from various places in the study, when she suddenly heard a movement outside the door, she shot the hidden weapon in her sleeve away without thinking, after all, she had specially instructed the people in the family before, without her No one is allowed to take a step closer to this small courtyard.
Realizing that the other party had dispelled her hidden weapon as soon as she raised her hand, Dai Qisi's heart shuddered, knowing that the person who came was a top expert, and she was probably not his opponent. She was about to call the guards to warn her, when she suddenly saw the other party's appearance clearly, her mouth opened Opening it halfway, he swallowed the words that came to his lips abruptly.
"The red lips of the number one beauty in martial arts in the past were so delicate and charming, but it's a pity why they are full of beards now." Song Qingshu pushed the door open and said jokingly.
Dai Qisi gave him a blank look, then raised her hands to cover her face, and when she put down her sleeves, she had recovered her ice-cold but peerless and glamorous face.
At this time, a guard outside heard the movement and ran over: "My lord, what happened?"
"It's okay, step back, no one is allowed to approach without my order!" Dai Qisi closed the door with a flick of her sleeve, and then said coldly.
"Yes!" The group of guards retreated quietly without any hesitation.
Song Qingshu glanced at her unexpectedly: "The Dragon King's ability to control his subordinates really impresses me, it really can be called a ban."
"Anyway, I was also the saint of the Mingjiao General Altar back then, the head of the four Dharma Kings of the Mingjiao in the Central Plains, okay?" Hearing his praise, the corners of Dai Qisi's lips turned up slightly in a beautiful arc.
Song Qingshu walked over and hugged her in his arms, wantonly feeling the body that countless men in the martial arts dreamed of, and said with a smile: "But the happiest thing for me to come here today is not that you have trained your subordinates well, but another thing?"
"What's the matter?" Dai Qisi's crystal clear and fair cheeks flashed a faint blush, because of her character, she was not used to being hugged by a man so pampering, and she was a man younger than her.
Dai Qisi's body is plump and soft, Song Qingshu seems to be holding a ripe peach: "I'm happy that your first reaction after seeing me is to restore your appearance immediately, obviously you have already started to care about the image in my heart , as the saying goes, women are the ones who please themselves, so how can I not be happy?"
Dai Qisi was startled, could it be that she has gradually accepted him unconsciously? You must know that at the beginning, I was half-forcibly occupied by him...
Although she was flustered in her heart, she didn't have the slightest intention of admitting it: "Who said that, I'm not used to wearing that mask, and I'm full of beards, it's just killing people."
Song Qingshu approached her cheek and looked at her: "Let me see, if the Dragon King's delicate skin is allergic to the beard on the mask, it would be a waste of money."
Touched by him at such a close distance, and could even feel his breath, Dai Qisi couldn't help a thin layer of trembling on her skin, she got up from his arms in a panic: "You are older than me. My daughter is only a few years older, so don't tease an old woman like me like a little girl."
Song Qingshu laughed: "Dragon King's skin can be broken with blows and bullets, and his figure is still as graceful as a girl. When we stand together, people who don't know think you will be my sister. How old are you?"
In this world, Xiao Zhao is fifteen or sixteen years old, Zishan Dragon King is only in his early thirties, and Song Qingshu is almost thirty years old, the age gap between him and Xiao Zhao is much bigger than that of Zishan Dragon King.
Thinking of this, Song Qingshu suddenly became thoughtful: "Although in later generations I was just the beginning of a golden bachelor at my age, the world is obviously a bit too big, especially now that I have a moderate foundation, so I have to start thinking about it." There is a problem with the heir, but it also plays a role in reassuring people's hearts."