Fu Junmao looked at his sister strangely: "Didn't you hate this kind of dude the most before?"
"Really?" Fu Junyu's eyes dodged a little, "I think he's okay, he's different from other dudes."
"What's the difference," Fu Junmao snorted disdainfully, "Don't you still like to hang out with pretty girls?"
"It's just different anyway." Fu Junyu touched the prism in his arms, but in the end he didn't take it out to share with his sister.
At this time, Song Qingshu had already arrived at the room of the Crown Prince of Korea, and the Crown Prince received him. The two chatted one after another, exchanging the customs of both Korea and the Southern Song Dynasty.
After a while, Crown Prince Gaoli said, "Young Master Jia came to see me on this trip for more than just talking about these things, right?"
Song Qingshu glanced at him: "I've been observing since I came in, the prince seems to be in a particularly good mood today?"
"I'm in a good mood every day." Prince Gao Li was noncommittal.
Song Qingshu said: "However, it is unreasonable for the crown prince to be so happy after two domestic dignitaries died one after another."
Prince Gao Li said calmly: "I know what Mr. Jia wants to say, but everything must be based on evidence, don't blame me if you can't find out."
Song Qingshu carefully looked into his eyes, but he couldn't see any flaws: "It's better for the prince to be careful during this time. General Jin also died suddenly after chatting with me before. I don't want the prince to repeat the same mistakes."
Prince Gaoli shrank his eyes: "Are you threatening me?"
"No," Song Qingshu shook his head, "I'm just reminding you that the real threat is still lurking in the dark."
Prince Gaoli said lightly: "I don't need to worry about this, Your Excellency."
Song Qingshu even wanted to use the soul-shifting method to torture his mind to see if he was the murderer, but he immediately suppressed this impulse, after all, he is the prince of a country, and it is too risky to be in broad daylight now.
Seeing that he couldn't ask any questions here, Song Qingshu left the Korean embassy and walked directly towards the palace. He had to discuss with a few girls about recruiting relatives.
Zhongyuan Dianhong, who followed secretly, was a bit annoying, but now that he has participated in the murder investigation in name, it is reasonable to go to the palace as a report.
He directly took out his waist card and entered the palace in an upright manner. Zhongyuan Dianhong had no choice but to wait outside the palace.
"Brother Song~"
"Song Lang~"
"Brother Qingshu~"
At this time, the three women were discussing the candidates for the matchup in the imperial study room. Seeing Song Qingshu's arrival, they were all very pleasantly surprised.
Seeing the joy of the three women from the bottom of their hearts, Song Qingshu also felt very warm: "Has the discussion come to fruition?"
Yelu Nanxian replied: "Temporarily decided to arrange the match by drawing lots, so as to stop Yoyo's mouth."
Song Qingshu frowned: "Drawing lots? If there are some strong duels at the beginning, people in those countries will definitely be dissatisfied."
Li Qinglu on the side pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's just a lottery in name. In fact, the results of the draw are generally arranged by us. There are special people in Yipintang who are responsible for this."
Song Qingshu's eyes widened, and he had to sigh, thinking that only those lottery tickets had secret operations, but he didn't expect it to happen in this era.
Mu Wanqing took out a scroll and began to explain: "The first principle must be to let people from various countries' missions meet late, otherwise if they are eliminated in the first round, they will lose face and easily lead to diplomatic disputes."
Song Qingshu nodded: "That's true, but where do you find so many cannon fodder?"
Yelu Nanxian glanced at Li Qinglu who was at the side, and giggled: "You underestimate the charm of our sister Qinglu too much. I heard that the most beautiful princess in Xixia is looking for a husband. People from all over the world, old and young, are all rushing here. Now The entire Xingqing Mansion is almost overcrowded, all the inns are full, and many private houses have been rented out to these people who participated in the recruitment."
"So exaggerated?" Song Qingshu has been busy investigating the case these days, but he didn't notice the changes in the city.
Li Qinglu raised her jade-like chin, and tried her best to keep her tone as normal as possible, but her expression was still a little complacent: "Those people don't have any self-knowledge, and all kinds of monsters and goblins come here to marry this princess, so why not be cannon fodder. "
Yelu Nanxian couldn't help joking: "If those people outside knew that the unparalleled, beautiful, gentle and quiet princess in the rumors is actually a witch who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, I'm afraid they would have already dispersed."
"Brother Qingshu, look at sister Xian'er bullying me again." Li Qinglu shook Song Qingshu's arm, looking aggrieved.
Song Qingshu naturally knew her details, and couldn't help laughing: "It's good if you don't bully others, will you still be bullied?"
"Hmph~" Li Qinglu pouted, but she wasn't really angry.
Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly noticed a person's name, and he couldn't help being extremely surprised: "Xu Zhu? Can monks come to recruit relatives?"
"The information given over there is false
Bamboo has already returned to vulgarity. "Mu Wanqing explained, but couldn't help but spit, "These people are really dishonest. "
Song Qingshu sighed: "Actually, it's understandable. Now is a time of great controversy, and everyone is placing bets. Buddhism and Taoism are no exception. From historical experience, once they become the state religion of a unified dynasty, all kinds of Temples, properties, and offerings can be said to be endless, so naturally we must work hard for this. Of course, this is not entirely out of selfishness. Whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, we all hope that our ideas will be accepted by more people, and to spread beliefs, we must rely on It is far from enough on its own, so naturally it can only rely on the strength of the country."
Li Qinglu's eyes lit up: "Brother Qingshu, you said that one day you will become the most likely person to rule the world, will those who opposed you before come to lick you?"
Song Qingshu rubbed her head: "I hope this day will come."
Next, the girls began to draw up a specific list of matchups. Song Qingshu couldn't get in the way, so he left the palace.
After he left, Li Qinglu put down the pen and paper in her hand, wrinkled her nose and said, "We can't do this!"
Mu Wanqing and Yelu Nanxian were confused: "What's wrong?"
"Why didn't you just keep him?" Li Qinglu said angrily.
Mu Wanqing and Yelu Nanxian blushed slightly: "Didn't you also speak?"
"Didn't I worry about you?" Li Qinglu bit her lip, "It's not a way for us to check and balance each other. The three monks have no water to drink, and in the end it's cheaper for those coquettish sluts outside."
"Uh, this is too exaggerated." Yelu Nanxian hesitated.
"It's not like you don't know his ability to hook up with women. You may be out there who is gentle these days." Li Qinglu curled her lips.
Yelu Nanxian wanted to say more, but thinking of what he had seen and heard these days, the way he and the two women from the Southern Song Dynasty and the girl from Gaoli flirted with each other, he couldn't help but feel a little powerless to refute.
"That's why our three sisters have to unite instead of infighting to benefit others." Li Qinglu clenched her fists, obviously full of energy.
Yelu Nanxian pursed his lips and smiled: "I have no objection."
Mu Wanqing blushed slightly, and finally replied in a low voice: "Me neither."
At this time, Song Qingshu on the street couldn't help but sneezed, thinking who was talking about me behind my back? Hearing that heroes from all over the world gathered in the city, he came to stroll around, and it really was very lively.
Suddenly, there was a commotion not far ahead, mixed with a familiar voice: "Let me go!"