The woman had a pink face and rosy cheeks. Although she was dressed like a young married woman, her every movement was as shy as a young girl. It was Miss Cheng who had just been released from the Yamen.
It turned out that when Song Qingshu brought the Qing troops to search the Pure Jade Monastery, Lu Guanying recognized him. When he returned home, he fiercely scolded his wife. After all, in his opinion, the Jin dog official had just released them and now he came looking for them. Only a few people knew that Han Zhouzhou and the others were hiding in the Pure Jade Monastery. How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
He was already brooding over his wife's loss of chastity. However, considering that his wife was usually gentle and gentle, in addition to the fact that she was not resistant this time, he suppressed his anger.
It wasn't until that night that Lu Guanying finally exploded. In his opinion, his wife's loss of chastity was not completely unforgivable, but she should not have hidden it from him. Moreover, she should not have told the hiding place of the Southern Song emissaries to the Jin people.
He even suspected that his wife had some feelings for the Jin people. Otherwise, why would she tell them such a secret?
Miss Cheng naturally felt wronged and denied it. However, the more she denied it, the more her husband became suspicious and the angrier he became. In the end, he even slapped her.
Miss Cheng had been the pearl of the family since she was a child. In addition, she had a shy and gentle temperament. Even after they got married, she had never gotten angry with her husband. But this time, she was slapped in the face.
Feeling wronged and angry, Miss Cheng cried and ran out of the Pure Jade Monastery. Lu Guanying was angry, so he didn't chase after her. She ran farther and farther away, and the more she ran, the sadder she became. Finally, she stopped under a tree by the river and wept.
Song Qingshu saw her crying like a pear blossom in the rain. His heart was filled with pity. He was about to go over and comfort her when he suddenly noticed something and had to stop.
"In the past, when they told me that Jiangnan was good, I didn't believe them. But after coming to Yangzhou, not only is the water sweet, even the women are so pitiful." Not far away, a group of people passed by. When the leader of the group saw Miss Cheng's appearance, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly walked over to her.
Song QingShu looked over and saw that the leader was dressed nondescript. He was dressed like a young master, but his clothes and accessories were slightly rough. He was definitely not a young master of a Han family. At the same time, his dressing style was very different from the tribes of the grasslands. After all, Song QingShu had seen a lot of nomads during this period of time.
Looking at those people's attire, there was only one thought left in Song Qingshu's mind: Right now, Yangzhou City was like a storm, all kinds of powers were coming here to fish in troubled waters. Looking at their attire, they were most likely big bandits from some place.
When Cheng Yaojia sensed so many people surrounding her, she panicked. She quickly stood up and wiped the tears on her cheeks. She looked at the people in front of her with a red face and asked, "Who are you people?"
"Who are you? Of course, we are men." The leader of the group whistled. His tone was frivolous.
Miss Cheng's face turned red. She quickly turned around and wanted to leave, but she was immediately stopped by the young master. "Little wife, why are you crying in the middle of the night? What grievances have you suffered? Tell big brother and big brother will help you."
Although Miss Cheng was shy, she was still a disciple of Chongyang Palace. Seeing that the other side was deliberately teasing her, her face turned cold. "Get out of the way!"
"Oh, little wife is quite fierce. Big brother doesn't want little wife to get out of the way. What can you do?" The young master said as he stretched out his hand to hook her chin.
Miss Cheng's expression suddenly changed. She unsheathed her sword and thrust it toward him. But she was kind-hearted and deliberately avoided the other side's vital parts. She only wanted to make him retreat and didn't want to hurt him.
The young master's figure flashed and he easily dodged her sword. Then he stretched out his hand to touch her face. Miss Cheng came from a famous family. Although her martial arts were not high, her foundation was very solid. She quickly moved her head to the side and avoided the other side's hand.
Seeing that there was nothing there, the young man was a little surprised. "It seems that little lady is reluctant to let me touch your delicate face. However, I have a strange temper. The more you don't want me to touch you, the more I want to touch you." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to attack. He didn't touch anywhere else, but only her face.
Miss Cheng was angry and anxious. She hastily brandished her sword to protect herself. One of them used dirty moves while the other dodged all around. After a dozen moves, Miss Cheng's footsteps became messy.
Song Qingshu frowned. Miss Cheng was definitely not this young master's match. He was about to help when something strange happened.
"Where did this bastard come from? It's broad daylight and you dare to molest a woman!" Not far away, an old man jumped out and shouted at the young master.
The young master was stunned. He subconsciously looked up at the sky and saw a full moon hanging in the dark sky. He couldn't help but fly into a rage. "Where did this old bastard come from? Are you blind?"
The old man's face turned red. He had never done this kind of hero saving a beauty before. It was his first time doing it, so it was inevitable that he was a bit out of practice. He blurted out the slogans that other people used to shout.
In order to dissolve the embarrassment in his heart, he hastily pointed and said, "Hey! Let this young lady go, and this old man can spare your lives. "
In the distance, Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. He felt that things were getting more and more interesting. He was not in a hurry to go over. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned against a tree. He wanted to see how things would develop next.
Wei Xiaobao also knew this old man. Speaking of which, he was an acquaintance; he was Lu Zhangke, one of the two lackeys of the Ruyang Palace, Xuanming Two Elders.
"I didn't expect this. I didn't expect this perverted deer to come out and save the beauty." Song Qingshu laughed inwardly as he watched.
When they heard Lu Zhangke's words, the young master's subordinates cursed, "Stinky old man, do you know who our young master is? How dare you speak so arrogantly! "
"Who is he?" Lu Zhangke was startled and felt a little guilty. He served in the Ruyang Palace and had a deep understanding of how powerful the government was. If the other party was really the son of a high official or noble, he would have to think twice.
"Our Young Master is the Young General of the Dabie Mountain's Loyal Army, Zhang …" The minion wanted to continue but was slapped by the young Young Master. "Shut up, useless thing. Didn't I say that we can't reveal our identities on this trip?"
"Young general, I deserve to die, I deserve to die!" The subordinate hurriedly admitted his mistake.
Lu Zhangke was stunned at first, but then he burst out laughing. "What bullsh * t Loyal Army? Aren't they just a group of murderous bandits from Dabie Mountain?"
He had been living in the Ruyang Palace for a long time, so he was imperceptibly influenced by what he had seen and heard. His knowledge was not something that ordinary Jianghu people could compare with.
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. He had also heard of the Loyal Army. When the Jin and Qing Dynasties rose to power, they were unable to effectively digest many of their territories due to their rapid advancement. This led to the uprising of many volunteer armies in the Central Plains. The Southern Song imperial court was happy to see this happen, and they were eager for these volunteer armies to cause more trouble for the Jin and Qing Dynasties. Therefore, they made some of the Song officials in the hands of the volunteer armies. After all, it was just an empty promise, so the Southern Song imperial court did not feel bad about it.
The leaders of the volunteer armies were legalized, and both sides got what they wanted. However, as the Jin and Qing Dynasties stabilized, these volunteer armies were eliminated one after another. In the end, there were only three relatively famous groups left. One was the Golden Snake Camp in Shandong, the second was the Red Coat Army in Henan, and the third was the Loyal Army in Dabie Mountain. Among these three volunteer armies, the Golden Snake Camp was the most powerful, followed by the Red Coat Army, and the Loyal Army was the weakest. However, they were still a force that could not be underestimated.
When the Young General heard Lu Zhangke's words, he could not help but fly into a rage. He waved his hand and ordered, "Kill him!"
"Yes!"
One by one, his followers unsheathed their long sabers. It could be seen that they were all very brave people.
Unfortunately, they were not fighting on the battlefield, and they had run into a top expert, Lu Zhangke. Lu Zhangke's figure shuttled back and forth among the crowd. Very soon, the crowd was filled with screams.
The Young General had only exchanged one blow with Lu Zhangke when he felt a bone-chilling cold zhenqi rush into his body. He was so scared that he quickly jumped out of the battle circle. He knew that the old man's martial arts were far above his own.
Seeing his men die one by one, he immediately understood that if he delayed any longer, he would probably die here tonight. He did not dare to stay any longer and quickly ran away.
Perhaps he realized that his behavior was not very honorable. He shouted and cursed, "Damn old man, if you have the guts, leave your name. We, the Loyal Army, will settle this account with you in the future."
Lu Zhangke was furious. He killed the last soldier next to him with a palm strike. "I, your grandfather, will never change my name. I am Lu Zhangke!"
He originally wanted to chase after him and kill him, but he saw Cheng Yaojia, who was standing to the side. He immediately stopped. After all, how could that stinky man be more attractive than this beautiful young lady?
"Miss, are you all right?" As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zhangke noticed the bun on her head. He could not help but feel a bit disappointed. She was already married.
But he quickly became happy again. So what if she was married? This young lady was so beautiful. She was not the least bit inferior to the prince's favorite concubine, Concubine Han. When he thought of Concubine Han, he hated the people of the Ming Dynasty.
"I am all right. Thank you, Senior, for saving me." Cheng Yaojia bowed gracefully. Her voice was full of gratitude.
Lu Zhangke quickly stretched out his hand to help her up. "Miss, where are you? Why are you outside alone in the middle of the night?"
Seeing him holding her hand without letting go, Cheng Yaojia blushed and quickly withdrew her hand. Although she felt it was strange, she did not think too much about it. Although the man in front of her did not have the air of an immortal, he was older than her father.
Song Qingshu, who was not far away, secretly sneered. "I want to see what kind of trick this disrespectful old man is playing." He knew that this was not a good time to step forward. In Cheng Yaojia's heart, he was probably the scarier one. Even if he told her that Lu Zhangke was a perverted thief, she most likely would not believe him.
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