Zhao Min drove the maids out, took out a blank sheet of paper and wrote down the names of Princess Gebi, Mrs. Peach Blossom, and Wanyan Chongjie. Mrs. Peach Blossom was the first to be crossed out by her, because according to the previous analysis, Song Qing is obviously not in the same group as King Changsheng, and Mrs. Peach Blossom is Princess Changsheng, so of course it is ruled out first.
After hesitating for a while, she crossed out Gebi's name again. The relationship between Princess Gebi and her son-in-law Tang Kuobian has been so deep over the years, it should be difficult for Song Qing to intervene.
Looking at the last name on the paper, Zhao Min fell into deep thought, and after a long while, he called out to the door: "Call the Elder Xuanming to come over."
"Reporting to the princess, the two elders Xuanming are recovering from their injuries, so call them at this time, will you?" A subordinate's voice came from outside the door.
&⌒◇⌒◇⌒◇, ↖.≌♂.≌p; Zhao Min was slightly taken aback, and then remembered what happened to the two of them in Huanyiyuan before, and couldn't help curling his lips, and muttered to himself: "Two trash .”
After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Min directly ordered to the person outside: "You go pick a few companions who are strong in martial arts, and tie up Wanyan Chongjie, the Grand Master's granddaughter, and everything must be done in secret."
"Yes, princess!"
Hearing the sound of footsteps going away outside the door, the corners of Zhao Min's lips turned up slightly. If Song Qing really had something to do with Wanyan Chongjie, then knowing that she was kidnapped, she would definitely find a way to save her. will expose...
Thinking about it, Zhao Min's face suddenly darkened. The bastard surnamed Song was hooking up everywhere he went, and Zhou Zhiruo didn't bother him. It's really unreasonable!
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"Ah Choo~" Song Qing was chatting with Ge Bi when she suddenly sneezed and couldn't help rubbing her nose.
"Are you suffering from a cold? I'll ask my servants to make you a bowl of ginger soup." Gebi said hastily.
"No need, I'm in good health, you know that." Song Qing patted her chest loudly.
"Stinky rascal." Ge Bi spat, blushed and went back to the inner hall, leaving only Song Qing in place foolishly.
"Where am I a rogue?"
Song Qing was complaining loudly, when suddenly a servant ran over: "Here is a letter from you."
"Letter? Who sent it?" Song Qing accepted it suspiciously. There were only a few words on the envelope: Tang Kuobian personally signed it.
"I don't know, the little one didn't see clearly."
"Understood, you step back."
Song Qing pinched the envelope, it didn't look like there was an organ inside, and with his current cultivation, even ordinary poisons couldn't poison him. He opened the envelope and looked, and there was only a few words of message inside: Come to Qingfeng Tower quickly.
Qingfenglou is a well-known restaurant in the capital. Song Qing hesitated for a while, read the whole letter several times, but couldn't find any clues from the handwriting, so she decided to go to Qingfenglou.
Firstly, he was very curious about who sent the letter, and secondly, he was very skilled and bold, and he was not afraid of any ambush.
After instructing the servant a few words, Song Qing hurried out. He had never seen the handwriting of the letter before, so it should not be someone he knew. Judging from the strokes, the words were slightly elegant, and it was probably written by a woman. hand, but Song Qing is not sure about this. After all, he is a complete layman in the law, so it may be a special font.
Song Qing was meditating all the way, and unknowingly passed a remote alley. This alley is the only place to go from Tang Kuo Mansion to Qingfeng Tower, but it has never been crowded, and it looks particularly secluded.
Suddenly there was a warning sign in Song Qing's heart, and Song Qing hurriedly flashed to the side, a cold light had already crossed the place where he was standing before. With a swipe of the sword, he chased after him like a tarsal maggot.
Song Qing also saw the attacker clearly at this time, his whole body was wrapped in black clothes, but he couldn't help thinking about it, the man's sword had already attacked without stopping.
From the perspective of Grandmaster Song Qing, the man in black still has many flaws in his swordsmanship, but he has a unique sharpness between his strikes. If an ordinary master encounters his stormy attack, he will not die. To shed a layer of skin.
Song Qing dodged three steps in a row, and finally pinched the point of the opponent's sword with his fingers. The man was shocked, holding the sword and sending it forward, trying to cut off his two fingers. Song Qing's fingers slid across the sword As soon as he slid to the bottom, the man was shocked and could no longer hold the dagger in his hand. Song Qing took the opportunity to fall into his arms and bumped his elbow into his chest. He would not be polite to him, if the impact was real, the sternum would have to be broken in half, if not for the consideration of leaving alive for questioning, this blow would have directly killed the opponent.
"Oops~" There was a clear and soft cry of pain, and Song Qing also felt the soft touch from the elbow, and couldn't help frowning, and changed the collision into a point at the moment, sealing the key point on the opponent's body, Then he put the blade he was holding across his neck.
"Who are you?" Song Qing asked in a deep voice. Knowing that the other party was a woman, he couldn't bear to deal with it. Although he had just suffered a loss from a woman not long ago, it was difficult for him to change his naturally sympathetic personality. of.
Who knew that the man in black turned his head away, as if he didn't hear his words, and remained silent.
Song Qing was also not polite to her, and pulled off her veil, a slightly youthful but unbelievably radiant face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes: "Why are you?" The perfect face of fate.
"Why can't it be me." Wanyan Zhongjie snorted angrily.
Song Qing suddenly realized: "No wonder I thought your eyes looked familiar before, so you are the mysterious assassin who assassinated Wanyan Liang."
"You still have the nerve to say it!" Hearing him mentioning this matter, Wanyan Chongjie suddenly became furious, "If you hadn't spoiled my good deeds repeatedly, I would have killed Wanyan Liang already."
"You have a grudge against Wan Yanliang?" Song Qing asked suspiciously. If the other party really had a grudge against Wan Yanliang, it would be really hard for him to do it. The enemy's enemy is likely to be a friend.
"You want to take care of it?" Wanyan Chongjie pouted, and pushed back directly.
Song Qing was immediately amused: "Although your martial arts are good, there are many masters around Wan Yanliang. Fortunately, you met me those two times, otherwise you would have been arrested long ago, and you still have kung fu to excel here? And , please understand your situation, now you are my prisoner, speak politely."
"Captives are captives," Wanyan Chongjie said nonchalantly, "untie my acupoints quickly."
Song Qing couldn't help but hehe twice: "You let me solve it and I will solve it? Why?"
"Since you are my aunt Gebi's husband, is there any uncle in this world who would be so contemptuous of a niece?" Wanyan Chongjie's eyes fell on Song Qing's elbow that was still on her chest.