If Di Yun were here, he would have been impressed that his junior sister's face was fuller than it had been a few years ago. Her face was also fairer and more beautiful.
However, Wan Gui was not in the mood to be gentle. His expression changed when he heard his wife's words. He stood up and pushed her away. "What do you mean by harming others? What do you know about men's affairs?"
Qi Fang smiled sadly. "I come from the countryside. I don't have much experience, but I can still tell right from wrong. I know what you did today. Even the people of the pugilistic world are not ashamed to stab others in the back. Grandfather is the Prime Minister of the imperial court, but he is unscrupulous. Not only did you not stop him, you even helped him …"
Slap!
With a resounding slap, a red handprint appeared on Qi Fang's fair and tender face.
"Shut up!" Wan Gui looked out of the window in fear. He was relieved to see that there was no one near the room. He turned around and glared at his wife. "What do you know? My father's family was born of a concubine. They have been wandering the pugilistic world for a long time. If I don't think of ways to please grandfather, how am I going to establish myself in the family?"
"So what if we can't establish ourselves? At most, we can go back to Jingzhou City and live in seclusion. Isn't it good to be a happy family?" Even though she felt wronged, Qi Fang still held back her tears and held her husband's arm. She hoped to soften his heart with her gentleness.
"What a woman's view!" Waving his hand, Wan Gui coldly snorted, "My grandfather is the prime minister of the current dynasty, below only one and above tens of thousands of people. Just how noble is he? Casually doing some work for him is more useful than others studying hard for ten years. Return to Jingzhou? When that time comes, even a prefectural magistrate like Ling Tuisi will give us a hard time. I don't want to live such a sullen life. "
Qi Fang's eyes flashed with disappointment. She finally understood that the difference in their views was too great. There was no way they could reconcile. Even though she was not well-educated, she had been kind since she was young. She could tell right from wrong. When she found out that her husband's grandfather was Moqi Fang, the person who killed Yue Fei, she felt as if the sky had fallen. However, she had always been a woman. She adhered to the principle that if she married a man, she would follow him. She could only endure it silently. However, in the past two years, she had tried many times to persuade her husband to leave, but each time, the couple parted on bad terms.
"I'll go back to Lin 'an tomorrow morning. I miss the water spinach." Qi Fang suddenly said. Water Spinach was her and Wan Gui's daughter. The reason why she had such a strange name was to commemorate Di Yun. This was the nickname she had given Di Yun when they were childhood sweethearts. Of course, Wan Gui did not know the reason, otherwise he would not have allowed his daughter to use another man's name.
"We still have things to take care of here. How can we leave tomorrow?" When he thought about how Song Qingshu was still on the run, Wan Gui couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy. But when he saw his wife's miserable expression, his heart couldn't help but soften, and he knew that it would only be torture for her to continue staying here. "Alright, I'll send someone to send you back tomorrow."
The reason why he took her to Yangzhou this time was to pretend that they were going out for a family trip to deceive the eyes and ears of those with ulterior motives in Lin 'an. Now that the situation in Yangzhou had been settled, and they had also met Han Xingzhou and his group, there was no need to hide anymore. So, it was better to let her go back, lest she stayed here to nag every day and make him angry.
Originally, with the success of today's plan, Wan Gui was complacent and planned to find his lovely wife to be intimate with while he was healing. Who knew that she would say a lot of clichés, making him lose all interest. After promising to send her back to Lin 'an tomorrow, he left with a disappointed face.
The gloomy face of her husband when he left appeared in her mind. The more Qi Fang thought about it, the sadder she became. She fell on the bed and sobbed.
If Song Qingshu knew that the culprit who harmed him was not on good terms with his wife, he would definitely clap his hands and be happy. Unfortunately, he had no time to think about other things at this moment. After all, he was poisoned. As he ran violently, the poison of the golden ripple xun flower, which was originally calm, came out again and caused trouble. Song Qingshu gradually felt a numbness in his limbs. Sometimes he even had an illusion that he seemed to only have consciousness left and could not feel his body.
"Hurry up, it's over there!"
Sensing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, Song Qingshu had also been on the battlefield. Judging from the whistling of the pursuers, he quickly realized that the people behind him had split into two. One group was chasing from behind and the other went around to the front to block.
Knowing that it was futile to continue running, Song Qingshu simply stopped. He just happened to see a hidden cave not far away and struggled to run into it.
Casually getting some branches to cover the entrance of the cave, Song Qingshu was completely paralyzed. What he could usually do with a wave of his sleeves, he did not expect that today it would almost take his old life.
He had already thought it through. Either the pursuers were blind and did not find this cave, then everything would be fine. Of course, this possibility was very small. Since the other party was searching for him, they would definitely not let go of any bush, so how could they ignore this place?
However, even if he was discovered, there was no way out anyway. Instead of being surrounded by enemies on all sides, he might as well make use of the cave's topography to hold the fort. Although he knew that he did not have long to live, with the help of the cave's topography, he could drag a few more people down with him before he died.
"It's time to leave my last words …"
A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and Song Qingshu suddenly became silent.
He had heard this sentence when he watched "Haier Brothers" in his previous life. At that time, the alien on Easter Island had waited his entire life for his companion's spaceship to pick him up. Knowing that his time was coming, he muttered this sentence to himself.
At that time, he did not think much of it, but now that he thought about it, Song Qingshu could not help but feel a deep resonance. He was the same as the alien, a passer-by in this world, and when he was about to die, he was exceptionally miserable.
"Since the alien left his last words with the Easter stone statue before he died, I should also leave something to prove that I existed in this world." Song Qingshu took out a roll of white cloth from his pocket and took out a charcoal pencil, but when he was about to start writing, he hesitated.
Last words were always said to the people closest to him, but he did not have any children. Although he had many female confidantes, he did not have that much time and a large piece of white cloth to write his last words for each of them.
Since it would not be good to leave anyone out, then he might as well not write anything. Let them hate him together.
On the contrary, it would be too much of a pity if they were buried with him …
Song QingShu finally understood why so many protagonists in novels were able to obtain the martial arts secret manuals of senior masters every time they fell off a cliff or entered a cave. It was because he was now a senior master who was on the verge of death, and he really didn't want to see the divine skills decay with him.
Because the space in the white cloth was a little small, after thinking about it, he finally decided to write the mnemonic of the Blissful Zen on it. Who knew that just as he wrote a few paragraphs, the noise of the pursuers could be heard not far from the cave.
"Sigh, there's no time." Song Qingshu sensed that the poison of the Golden Ripple Flower had already spread to his limbs and bones. Now that he could not even hold the charcoal pencil in his hand, he simply closed his eyes in resignation.
Right at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Hey, is this the martial art that caused me … caused me to be embarrassed last time?"
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