Song Qingshu swaggered into the Clear Jade Monastery and watched as his soldiers caused chaos in the monastery. He couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder so many people say that a man can't be powerless for even a day. This dog relies on its master's power … Bah, it really saves a lot of trouble if someone else does these trivial things for him."
"May I know why Daren has come here so late at night?" A middle-aged fat Taoist led a group of Taoist priests out. His eyes swept over the scene of the Manchurian Qing soldiers kicking down doors everywhere. His eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
"You are the monastery master of this Clear Jade Monastery?" Song Qingshu glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. On the surface, he looked fair and fat with an amiable appearance. However, the occasional flash of light in his eyes showed that he was definitely an expert.
"That's right. I am Ma Zhen, the monastery master of Clear Jade Monastery." The fat Taoist bowed.
"Ma Zhen?" Song Qingshu frowned. This name sounded familiar. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
"It's like this. Not long ago, Yangzhou's prefectural magistrate Wu Zhirong was kidnapped from his home. I received a tip-off that someone saw a suspicious person sneaking into your Clear Jade Monastery. So I came to investigate." As the saying goes, one must have a good reason. Song Qingshu used his power to oppress others. He must have a good reason.
"Suspicious person?" Mazhen hurriedly waved his hand. "Definitely not. Our Clear Jade Monastery usually sends many Taoist priests to patrol the surroundings. We definitely won't let suspicious people sneak in."
Song Qingshu snorted coldly. "If you say there's no one, then there's no one? I'll come to a conclusion after I investigate clearly. "Finished speaking, he lifted his foot and rushed inside.
"Wait!" Mazhen stretched out his hand and stopped him. "I have been the monastery master in Yangzhou for more than ten years. Forgive me for my poor eyesight. I don't know what position Daren holds. Is there an official document from the Admiral's Office to search this monastery?"
"How dare you! This is the Jin Kingdom's Minister of State, Grand Marshal Tang Kuo Bian. This time, it was Prime Minister Suo who personally asked Tang Kuo Bian for help. You, a mere monastery master, dare to make excuses here! " Before Song Qingshu could reply, one of the squad of soldiers assigned by Songgotu had already stepped forward and berated him on his behalf.
"The Great Marshal of the Jin Kingdom?" Daoist Ma Zhen was secretly shocked. He hesitated for a moment and allowed Song Qingshu to barge in with his men.
Ma Zhen couldn't help but groan inwardly when he saw that they were heading towards the courtyard where the honored guests of the monastery were staying, and he hastily chased after them.
Arriving in front of a courtyard, Song Qingshu saw his soldiers blocking the entrance. He asked, "What's going on?"
"Marshal, we've searched the other areas of the Pure Jade Monastery, except for this courtyard. However, these people are blocking the entrance and won't let us in no matter what," a Qing Kingdom soldier answered.
Song Qingshu glanced around and noticed that although the number of people guarding the courtyard's entrance was small, each one of them was incomparably valiant. Obviously, they were all martial arts masters. No wonder these Qing soldiers were at a disadvantage.
"Outrageous! How dare they obstruct the imperial court from handling a case? It seems like they are accomplices of the thieves. Come, bring all of them back and interrogate them strictly." Song Qingshu was worried that he wouldn't have an opportunity. Seeing this opportunity, instead of being angry, he was delighted and seized the opportunity to make a fuss.
Humph, I'll put you in prison first and see how you can hook up with Li Kexiu.
Originally, the simplest and most effective method was to kill this group of people. However, firstly, Song Qingshu was not a cold-blooded person. Secondly, the other party was, after all, an envoy from the Southern Song Dynasty. As a Han, he felt somewhat close to them.
Song Qingshu's personal guards received the order and were about to rush over when suddenly a cold shout came from inside, "Wait!"
Very quickly, a group of people came out in a line. The leader was a lean man with a finely trimmed goatee, giving him the air of a superior. Beside him were two familiar people. They were Lu Guanying and Cheng Yaojia, who had been released a few days ago.
Seeing Song Qingshu's appearance, Cheng Yaojia's small mouth opened slightly. She was obviously very surprised. Lu Guanying, on the other hand, glared fiercely at his wife. In his opinion, the Southern Song Dynasty's envoy was in the open and one was in the dark. Official Han's residence here was incomparably secretive. It was impossible for outsiders to know. For this golden man to come here so quickly, his wife must have said something to him.
Song Qingshu smiled at Cheng Yaojia, causing her to blush and lower her head. Seeing this, Lu Guanying burned with jealousy.
At this time, Song Qingshu had no time to care about the conflict between the young couple. Instead, he focused his attention on the two sides of the leader.
The person on the left was dressed like a middle-aged scholar. His appearance was ordinary, but his whole person had a scholarly air. Presumably, he was the great poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, Lu You.
However, at this time, Song Qingshu's attention was more on the other person. A big man with a curly beard stood with a sword in his arms. Although he looked lazy, his whole body faintly emitted a sword aura.
"A top expert! And a great swordsman at that! " Song Qingshu quickly made a judgment. However, what puzzled him was that he had clearly never seen this person before. Why did he feel that he was somewhat familiar?
A subordinate had already whispered something in the ear of the man with a goatee. Hearing that Song Qingshu was actually the Jin Kingdom's Grand Marshal, the goatee's eyes flashed. He immediately stepped forward and cupped his hands in obeisance. He smiled and said, "Grand Marshal, this is just a misunderstanding. We are only merchants who came here to do business. We passed by Yangzhou and conveniently stopped at the Clear Jade Monastery. We absolutely have nothing to do with the thief who kidnapped the Yangzhou Prefectural Magistrate."
Song Qingshu's expression changed slightly. The person in front of him clearly did not know martial arts, but his body faintly emitted an awe-inspiring aura. It was obviously cultivated from years of holding a high position. It seemed that the origin of this envoy was not small.
"Merchants?" Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally. "What is your name?"
"My surname is Han, and my given name is Jiefu." The man with a goatee replied in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing. Although he did not use his real name, he used his real title. In any case, this was not the Southern Song Dynasty. Unless they were very familiar with each other, they would not know his identity.
"Han Jiefu?" Song Qingshu silently repeated it a few times and suddenly became furious. "Han Jiefu, call me brother-in-law. How dare you take advantage of me. Come, slap him!"
The man with a goatee's expression became sullen. Lu You, who was at the side, hurriedly stepped forward and scolded, "You dog official, you are ignorant and incompetent, yet you accuse a good person. The two words' Jiefu 'are taken from the Southern Liang Dynasty's Ren Fang's' Memorial to Liu Zheng '.' The subject hears that Ma Yuan Feng's sister-in-law does not wear a crown and does not enter; Fan Yu's courtesy name is Gu, and there is no constant child in the family. Therefore, the righteous man's Jiefu is heard to have established himself. It has been a beautiful story for a thousand years. 'This is not a messy call of brother-in-law. " Because of the Shame of Jingkang, Lu You was a firm supporter of war. Therefore, when he heard that the man was a Jin, he did not have a good expression.
These words caused the people of the Southern Song Dynasty to roar with laughter. Everyone had a look of ridicule on their faces. The Manchurian soldiers wanted to laugh but did not dare to. It was extremely difficult for them to hold it in.
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