Linghu Chong was so angry that he laughed: "This is really strange, the so-called hatred of killing one's father and taking one's wife is absolutely irreconcilable. You snatched Yingying, yet you are so sure that I dare not kill you?"
Song Qingshu lightly replied: "Brother Linghu's hatred of taking one's wife is really unreasonable. Did you and Yingying have a matchmaker's words? Was there an order from your parents? Also, have you bowed to heaven and earth?"
"I …" Linghu Chong was dumbfounded by his series of questions and didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Unfortunately, I have all of these." Song Qingshu's words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking Linghu Chong and making him jump up.
"You … you bowed to heaven and earth?" Linghu Chong's lips trembled and his words were somewhat incoherent.
"It seems that brother Linghu is not very well-informed. A few months ago in the Golden Snake Camp, my Great Master Wudang Zhenren Zhang presided over the wedding. Yingying has already bowed to heaven and earth with me." Song QingShu sighed inwardly. A gentleman could be deceived with methods, and Linghu Chong was a gentleman. That was why he dared to say such words on purpose. If he had encountered a despicable person, saying such words would have been purely courting death.
"No, I don't believe it. You must have forced Yingying to marry you." Linghu Chong only felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had lost the most important thing in his life.
"I can swear that Yingying was absolutely willing to bow to heaven and earth with me, otherwise I will be struck by lightning." Song Qingshu said seriously. The reason why he dared to make such a deadly oath was because Ren Yingying was indeed willing to bow to heaven and earth with him, but at that time she didn't know his true identity under the mask.
"Moreover, this wedding was presided over by my Great Master. Do you think that with his character, he would tolerate me forcing other people's girls?" Song Qingshu continued.
When he heard that Song Qingshu swore without hesitation, Linghu Chong was already seventy to eighty percent convinced. When he heard that the wedding was presided over by Zhang Sanfeng, he finally completely gave up. Zhang Sanfeng was a legend in the martial arts world and also a model of virtue and virtue. Linghu Chong didn't believe Song Qingshu, but he had to believe Zhang Sanfeng.
"Now that Yingying is officially my wife, Brother Linghu, I'm afraid it's not the behavior of a gentleman to keep on pestering her." Seeing that Linghu Ling's emotions were about done, Song QingShu finally struck a vicious blow.
"I …" Linghu Chong opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain himself. He felt extremely aggrieved, but he had to agree with this statement. After all, according to the concept of this world, Ren Yingying was indeed the other party's wife.
"I respect that Brother Linghu is a gentleman, so I'm not afraid to tell you these things." Because he hadn't fought with any enemies in this period of time, Song Qingshu had the opportunity to slowly retract the inner Qi in his body and suppress the poison of the Golden Ripple Flower. He no longer saw people as double images. "Since Brother Linghu loves Miss Yue the most, why don't you take this opportunity to thoroughly understand your own heart? As long as you pay attention to the points I've just said, with Brother Linghu's character and talent, it won't be difficult for you to win back Miss Yue's heart. "
Linghu Chong was silent. In his mind, the various good things that Ren Yingying had done in the past kept appearing. His heart began to ache and he couldn't help but say angrily, "No matter how glib your tongue is, I will kill you today!"
"Brother Linghu, are you sure?" Song Qingshu was unhurried. "Now that I am Yingying's husband, if you kill me, will Yingying turn against you? Moreover, I've saved Miss Yue's life many times. When that time comes, why would Miss Yue marry a man who killed her savior? "
"You!" Linghu Chong's expression was gloomy and uncertain. At this moment, there was a faint noise coming from afar. A large group of people holding torches were approaching this location. It was obvious that Moqi Ke and Li Kexiu's pursuers had searched all the way here.
"You're right, if I kill you, I will indeed make them sad," Linghu Chong pondered for a moment before saying, "In any case, you've been poisoned by the Golden Rippling Sun Flower and won't live for long. It doesn't make a difference whether I kill you or not. However, in the end, you were the one who snatched Yingying away. Now that the pursuers are here, it's impossible for me to be magnanimous enough to save you again. You'll have to resign yourself to your fate. "Once he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Song Qingshu suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Linghu, you've already helped me a lot by bringing me out of Yangzhou City. However, I've taught you the secret technique of picking up girls before, so we can be said to be even."
Hearing his words, Linghu Chong's departing figure couldn't help but stagger and almost fall. "Hmph, if you're lucky enough to survive this time, I'll still come and settle the score with you." As soon as his voice fell, he disappeared into the wilderness with a few leaps.
"Thank you for your auspicious words." Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh. Linghu Chong was indeed a gentleman, disdaining to take advantage of others when they were down. If their positions were reversed, Song Qingshu couldn't be as open-minded as Linghu Chong.
The torch was getting closer and closer. Song Qingshu didn't dare to tarry. He got up and staggered towards the depths of the mountain.
Li Kexiu sent a housemaid to check on Li Yuanzhi's body. When she found out that she was still a virgin, a huge stone in her heart immediately fell to the ground. At this time, the news that Song Qingshu had been rescued from the city came. Li Kexiu immediately couldn't sit still. Many years of fighting on the battlefield had taught him that once something was done, it must be done to the extreme. Otherwise, the enemy's backlash in the future would be unprecedentedly great.
Therefore, he immediately mobilized the troops of the Green Camp and cooperated with Moqi Chu's subordinates. With Yangzhou as the center, they spread out and searched the mountains and seas to find Song Qingshu. The direction that Linghu Chong had taken Song Qingshu to was of utmost importance.
The scouts in the army were experts in the art of tracking. Soon, a group of troops followed the trail and chased after them.
When Song Qingshu was staggering in the wilderness, a sharp-eyed soldier among the pursuing troops immediately pointed at his back and shouted, "Over there!" While sending someone to inform the other troops in the vicinity, he chased after Song Qingshu.
"What bad luck. Even cold water gets stuck in the gaps between my teeth." Song Qingshu laughed bitterly. How could he be seen from so far away in the middle of the night? Did these people all bring infrared binoculars? Grumbling was just grumbling. Right now, he could only pick up his pace and hide in the mountains.
Fortunately, there was still some distance between them. Not to mention, it was not convenient to sprint on horseback in the mountains. Therefore, these people wouldn't be able to catch up to him for a while. However, now that his tracks had been exposed and there were experts in the enemy's camp, the poisoned Song Qingshu couldn't shake these people off.
Outside the city, a chase and escape scene unfolded. In the admiral's manor inside the city, a young married woman was carefully bandaging the wound on Wan Gui's chest. Her thin shoulders, thin waist, tall and well-proportioned figure, under the illumination of the candlelight, was even more graceful and moving.
She sighed faintly, "Husband, did you go and harm people again?"
This young married woman was Di Yun's junior martial sister, Qi Fang, who had fallen into a trap and married Wan Gui.
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