Song Qingshu thought about it carefully, and finally agreed to Yelu Nanxian's plan. He is not the kind of person who trades women for benefits, but he also does not change his face when he talks about making peace like the Song Dynasty.
For more than three hundred years in the Song and Song Dynasties, there has never been a single kiss with foreign countries, because their hearts are weak, and a kiss means humiliation to them; in stark contrast to this is the stronger Han and Tang Dynasties, they have never been afraid of making a kiss, because they are strong enough, Marriage represents the gift and glory of the suzerain.
Song Qingshu has enough strength and confidence to protect Yelu Nanxian Zhouquan. Under this premise, why not do it if he can get the greatest benefit
Early the next morning, Yelu Nanxian was dressed up beautifully. When she came out of the house, Song Qingshu couldn't help but stare dumbfounded: her face was crystal clear, pink and rosy, and there was a distinctive beauty in her eyebrows and eyes. Underneath it adds a bit of gorgeousness.
"Seeing how beautiful you are now, I suddenly regret it." Walking to her side, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh.
Yelu Nanxian raised her chin, and her smooth face was filled with a beautiful expression: "Humph, I'm still talking poorly after all this time." However, the slightly raised corners of her mouth showed that she was quite receptive to such compliments.
Given that all the members of the mission were there at this time, it was not easy for the two of them to be too intimate. After a quick chat, they each returned to their roles, entering the palace to meet the future crown princess and the general to marry.
People from the Ministry of Rites of the Western Xia Dynasty came to greet them, and soon the people from the Liao Kingdom Mission were led to the direction of the palace. Because they were going to enter the palace, it was impossible for all the people from the Liao Kingdom Mission to go there. There were only Song Qingshu, Xiao Yeduwo, the princess's maid and two officials from the Dalin Yayuan.
Seeing the imperial palace from a distance, Song Qingshu secretly lamented that it was indeed quite different from the architectural style of the Central Plains, and the wall was really not that high, and expressed doubts about how many martial arts masters it could guard against.
Just as he was wandering away, suddenly a group of people approached obliquely, the leader said from a long distance, "Is this my future sister-in-law?"
Yelu Nanxian was startled, turned around subconsciously, and saw a handsome young man standing not far away, his face was vaguely similar to Prince Ning's, and looking at his clothes, he must be a prince.
An official from Xixia hurried forward to introduce him: "This is King Yi."
Song Qingshu's heart moved. Before coming to Xixia, he got information that King Yi Li Liangzuo had always been a happy prince with no political ambitions. He spent most of his time cultivating immortality in Kongtong Mountain and seeking Taoism, and did not participate in the dispute between the prince and the emperor's uncle.
But this time when I came to Xixia, I found an interesting thing, that is, this King Yi did not imagine that there was nothing to contend with, whether it was the assassins of the Kongtong faction before, or he came back at such a sensitive time. Arriving at Lingzhou City explained too many things.
Yelu Nanxian obviously also remembered the incident of being assassinated at the beginning. Although there is no clear evidence, this person is probably the one behind the scene, so he naturally has no good impression in his heart.
So she just glanced at him indifferently, then continued to walk into the palace without stopping, without giving him any face. Song Qingshu nodded secretly, and guarded her side without hesitation, but when he passed by her side, his brows furrowed imperceptibly. It seems that the time that this prince of Xixia spent all these years seeking immortality was not in vain. …
The Xixia officials looked at each other in blank dismay, but they were naturally not good at participating in this kind of fight between gods and gods, so they could only pretend that nothing happened and continue to follow.
Looking at the back of a group of people leaving, the smile on Li Liangzuo's face just froze on his face, and a subordinate next to him took the injustice and said: "This woman is too arrogant, I really think she can be a princess for how long Is it?"
Li Liangzuo glared at the man coldly: "There are some things you can think about in your heart, but if you say them, you are courting death."
The man was dripping with cold sweat: "Forgive me, my lord, I'm so outspoken when I'm humble..."
"Forget it, I'm in a good mood today," Li Liangzuo waved his hand, looked at Yelu Nanxian's moving figure, and said playfully, "I didn't expect that my elder brother would have such a good fortune. It's almost comparable to my sister Wanqing."
Speaking of the group of people entering the palace at this time, Yelu Nanxian said quietly to Song Qingshu: "Just now that person looked narcissistic, really annoying."
Song Qingshu nodded sympathetically: "I don't know why, but I can't like him when I see him."
"If it wasn't for the indiscretion of the public today, based on what he did before and coming here so frivolously today, I would have given him a hard lesson." Yelu Nanxian snorted, venting his dissatisfaction in his heart.
Song Qingshu said with a playful smile: "You have to be lucky that there is a large audience this time, otherwise you will probably not be his opponent in a real fight."
"No way?" Yelu Nanxian was taken aback. Although she was defeated by Ouyang Feng and Tianshan Child Elder twice, but the opponents were all master-level seniors. confident.
Song Qingshu said in a deep voice: "He hides very deeply, but he still can't hide it from my eyes and ears. His breathing is steady and powerful, and it contains a unique rhythm. Hidden by him."
"He's another conspirator, he's definitely not a good person." Because Murong Jingyue pretended to be her father before and committed crimes, Yelu Nanxian had a natural aversion to this kind of person.
At this time, the Xixia official who was behind looked at the two people who were whispering in front of them from time to time, and couldn't help pulling Xiao Yeduwo's sleeve with a strange expression: "It seems that Princess Cheng'an is very close to this general who is sending off the wedding. "
Xiao Ye laughed a few times: "The princess encountered a very dangerous assassination before, and it was General Xiao who saved her, so he got closer." He is not a fool, after getting along during this time, more or less He also noticed something, but this kind of thing can't be put into words, it can only be rotted in the stomach - apart from the friendship of drinking along the way, and the life-saving grace of the other party, for the sake of the peace of the Liao Kingdom, he dare not say anything What.
In this way, everyone had their own thoughts, and came outside the hall without knowing it. For some reason, this time there was not much red tape, and there were not many officials present.
Song Qingshu followed Yelu Nanxian into the main hall, and noticed that Li Yuanhao was sitting on the dragon chair a little weakly. Judging from his complexion, he must have worn out too much in Jietan Temple last time—although nothing really happened with Qin Hongmian, but Zhong With the soul-shifting method, self-comfort is also a loss.
"Nanxian pays homage to the emperor." Yelu Nanxian stepped forward and saluted.
Li Yuanhao sat there with some lack of interest. Originally, he was just going through the motions. When he saw the princess who was destined to be tragic in the end, he glanced casually, but suddenly his heart skipped a beat. Urgent: "Keep your head up!"