"Since the prince is so sincere in his invitation, the old beggar will be disrespectful." After all, Hong Qigong still couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food.
Brother Ali laughed: "It would be great if the old man would like to show his face, please!"
Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing. In his early years, Hong Qigong cut off his ambitions because of his gluttony and made mistakes. He used this to remind himself at any time, but he didn't expect that this problem can't be changed when he gets old. Human nature is like this. What can be really done doesn't need to be natural at all. It can be done, and the oath of the impossible can't be done, no matter how many plans you set up.
At this moment, Brother Ali glanced at Song Qingshu who was not far away, and couldn't help being surprised: "Aren't you resting, Dazong?"
"There was so much commotion in the yard just now, I thought something happened, so I came out to take a look." Because many guards of the palace also heard the news of the fight just now, and the palace was a mess, Song Qingshu naturally didn't have to Continue to lie on the bed and perform bed-scenes.
As for Hai Lost, he had already returned to the courtyard before the crowd arrived and did not show up again. Song Qingshu thought to himself, before Shan Yuru mentioned that there would be a mysterious guest in the palace. Everyone thought it was Princess Yalun, but in fact it was Hai. lost.
"Da Zong sober?" Brother Ali asked with concern, "I'll ask my servants to cook you a bowl of sober soup."
"No need, when I just woke up, I had already practiced a lot of alcohol and refined it. Although I am still dizzy, it is not a problem." Song Qingshu replied, "But I am a little hungry now, I will go to the banquet to eat something. good."
Brother Ali smiled slightly: "That's right, you just went out to drink, and didn't eat much."
Hong Qigong on the side looked at Song Qingshu curiously after hearing the words: "Your Excellency is very skilled in martial arts because you can use your internal energy to refine alcohol."
Song Qingshu clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said in Shuiyue Dazong's unique tone: "It's not bad."
Brother Ali introduced to him: "This is the top master of Dongpu, Shuiyue Dazong."
Hong Qigong didn't care about the top two words in his mouth, but asked curiously: "I heard that Japanese ninjutsu is very powerful. Is it a trick or is there really some mystery?"
"It's both." Song Qingshu thought of the Japanese masters he had fought against before and commented.
"Then will you, is it convenient for me to see and see?" Hong Qigong asked with wide-eyed eyes.
Song Qingshu thought to himself how could I know Japanese ninjutsu, so he snorted: "It's not convenient." Then he walked straight away, lest he continue to ask and show his flaws.
Hong Qigong was slightly taken aback, but he didn't get angry. He realized that he was indeed a little abrupt, and thought that if the old urchin was here, he would definitely pester you to perform.
But when he came to the banquet, his attention was quickly attracted by the delicious beef and mutton, he chose an empty seat at random and sat down to eat.
Brother Ali was having a hard time deciding which seat to arrange for him. One must know that a conflict between Alan Da'er and Shuiyue Dazong had just been staged here. Now that Hong Qigong didn't care about the seat, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, he noticed that he did not look like a master when eating, but looked like an old beggar who was extremely hungry, so he couldn't help frowning slightly: "Mr. Hong, I heard that you have traveled all over the Central Plains, why did you come to Mobei and Lin this time?" What about the city?"
Although he also wanted to win over such a master, but after all, he was a prince, and he was also worried about the other party's unfavorable plans.
"Oh, it's mainly because I'm tired of the delicacies from all over the Central Plains, and I want to come to the Mongolian Grassland to taste the authentic delicacies here." Hong Qigong replied vaguely after eating a mouthful of meat and drinking wine.
Someone around Brother Ali quietly told him about Hong Qigong's reputation and hobbies, so he no longer doubted it, and laughed loudly: "Old man, just eat, let's not talk about anything else here, cattle, sheep, horses, etc. are enough to go shopping." .”
Song Qingshu thought to himself that he and Zhou Botong came to Mobei to look for Guo Jing, why didn't he see Zhou Botong.
"My lord is really a good man," Hong Qigong said while drinking kumiss, "Speaking of which, we are somewhat related."
"A relative?" Brother Ali was stunned for a moment, but he didn't realize what the other party was doing.
A person beside him snorted, "Your Excellency is Han, it would be too childish to want to recognize relatives with the Jin family."
Song Qingshu noticed that there were more people in the room than before, and the person who spoke was also an old acquaintance, Ye Xiao Yang Leng from Yu Xiao Duhun.
During the attack outside the Xingqing Mansion, he killed the soul-destroyer Jiefu, and the soul-locking Tai Sui Dumu was interrupted by him, and it was Shan Yuru and Yang Leng who barely escaped.
Yang Leng's face is now pale, and it can be seen that the internal injury he suffered last time has not healed.
Hong Qigong glanced at him sideways: "Who is your Excellency?"
"Ye Xiao Yang Leng!" Yang Leng snorted.
Hong Qigong frowned and said, "I haven't heard of it."
Yang Leng couldn't help being furious, but the other party was a guest invited by Brother Ali, so he couldn't get angry right away.
Hong Qigong said: "Although the old beggar is sloppy, he is not a nonsense person. My apprentice Guo Jing was your Mongolian golden sword son-in-law back then, and Guo Jing was Torrey's Anda. Speaking of which, the prince was still shocked when he saw him. I have to call him uncle, so do I have a relationship with the prince?"
Song Qingshu almost didn't laugh out loud. This Hong Qigong looked at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he didn't expect to take advantage of Brother Ali in this way. Calling Uncle Guo Jing meant calling him Grandpa.
It seems that the beggars helped Guo Jing defend Xiangyang in the past few years and fought various bloody battles with the Mongols. He, the former leader of the Beggar Sect, naturally didn't like the Mongols.
In addition, he obviously said this to bring the topic to Guo Jing, and wanted to take the opportunity to inquire about the news. As for not saying it directly, it was obviously because Guo Jing guarded Xiangyang and had grudges with many Mongolians a few years ago, and he was worried that it would bring him danger.
Brother Ali's face turned gloomy when he heard his words, and he said coldly: "Guo Jing repented of his marriage and defected to Mongolia. Rubbing nonsense to ruin my aunt's reputation."
"Hua Zheng is getting married?" Hong Qigong lost his mind for a while, thinking of his eccentric female apprentice who competed with Hua Zheng for Guo Jing back then. Now, in the blink of an eye, it was already more than ten years ago.
Yang Leng observed the words and expressions, and when he saw this, he jumped up: "My lord entertained you with good intentions, but you spoke rudely. If you want to come to the leader of the beggar gang, you shouldn't be so mean. Maybe some people are bluffing and cheating here."
Hong Qigong couldn't help but laugh: "I'm an old beggar, what can I pretend to be like?"
"Yes or not, just try it out." After Yang Leng finished speaking, he waved his hand, and several pieces of lamb chops shot out from the table, each with a different selection angle and speed, and once one was missed, he would be confused His whole body was covered in oil and dirt, and the face of the master would be completely lost under the watchful eyes of the public.
But at the next moment, everyone's eyes widened, and Hong Qigong clamped all the lamb chops together with a pair of chopsticks: "The flower work is good, but the internal strength is a bit weak, it should be that the internal injuries suffered before have not healed." for the sake of
Yang Leng's face changed, and at this time a charming woman beside her smiled and said: "The martial arts of the nine-fingered beggar is indeed well-deserved, but what I am more curious about is that your apprentice is surnamed Guo? Do you know where his hometown is?"