At this time, Song Qingshu also understood why Ah Ke took such a big risk to secretly report to him. It turned out that she was worried that Zhao Gou would purposely make things difficult for him due to his orders. She was worried that he would misunderstand her intentions.
"This little girl's life is really not good …" Song Qingshu sighed to himself. Although Ah Ke was an absolute beauty, she was not as smart as Huang Rong. She was also surrounded by people who would eat people up without spitting out their bones, like Wu Sangui, like Kangxi, like Zhao Gou, like himself …
"If Ah Ke knew that Chen Yuanyuan is in my hands …" Song Qingshu shuddered and decided not to let the mother and daughter meet for the time being.
The banquet quickly began. The opening was some extremely boring songs and compliments that made Song Qingshu yawn. Then it finally came to the matter of the Jin Kingdom's Song Qingshu rescuing the princesses.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly. He thought that the Song Dynasty prided itself on being a nation of etiquette, so they had to show some appreciation.
Who knew that before the topic had turned to rewards, Zhao Gou secretly gave Ah Ke a look at the side. Ah Ke had no choice but to cough softly and said in a clear voice, "Rescuing the princesses of our dynasty from the Jin Kingdom is an extremely difficult task for anyone. But for Prince Song, it is not the thing that he is most proud of."
These words were clear and charming, soft and gentle. The group of men who heard it were scared out of their wits, and their heartbeats sped up. They all shut their mouths, and the entire hall quieted down. Everyone wanted to hear a few more words from her.
"It's coming!" Song Qingshu's expression froze. He had no time to appreciate this pleasant voice. Even though Ah Ke's words sounded like she was praising him, he knew that the higher one was praised, the harder one fell. Furthermore, he had just received Ah Ke's warning.
"Oh, why does Concubine Wu say that?" Zhao Gou asked even though he already knew the answer.
Ah Ke pursed her lips into a smile and continued, "Even in the depths of the palace, I have heard many stories about Prince Song. Everyone praised Prince Song for his wisdom and bravery, and his martial arts were matchless. One of the things that left the deepest impression on me was that Prince Song could summon the wind and rain, and single-handedly defeated the 100,000 troops of the Qing court …"
Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows. He could roughly guess how Zhao Gou planned to make things difficult for him.
"... I'm really curious. Young Master Song, can you show me your ability to summon the wind and summon the rain?" Ah Ke suddenly turned around and quietly looked at Song QingShu with her beautiful eyes.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly, "Replying to Imperial Consort Niangniang's words, these are just rumors spread by the people of the pugilistic world, exaggerating things."
Not far away, Moqi Chu seemed to have found an opportunity. She chuckled coldly, "Imperial Consort, you don't know the dangers of the world. There are many people who deceive the world to gain fame. Summoning the wind and rain is something that only exists in myths and legends. How could a mere mortal know it?"
Song Qingshu didn't react, but Ah Ke wasn't having it. Even though she had said that under Zhao Gou's instructions, hearing Moqi Chu slander Song Qingshu like that made her feel uncomfortable.
"In the battle of Fox Slope, Prince Song led the Golden Snake Battalion to defeat the Qing court's Northern Cavalry. This matter can't be faked. The Northern Cavalry is brave and valiant. If they hadn't been attacked by a sudden storm, how could they have been completely annihilated?" At that time, Ah Ke was still under house arrest in Yan Jing City. When the news of the imperial court's 100,000 strong army's defeat reached the capital, it could be said that the entire court was shaken. The entire city was in a state of panic, afraid that Song Qingshu would suddenly bring his army to the city. If one hadn't personally experienced the tense atmosphere, they would definitely not be able to understand.
It was from that time that Ah Ke's feelings towards Song Qingshu quietly changed. If one were to say that it was pure hatred before, then from then on, it was mixed with complicated feelings of worship and admiration.
It should be known that when she was a young girl, her ideal husband was the kind of unparalleled hero who could govern a country with literature and fight on the battlefield. Originally, Fu Kangan was a little close, but when she found out that he had actually done such a thing to Princess Jianning, all of her good impressions immediately disappeared. Originally, she thought that in this lifetime, she would never be able to find such a perfect man, but all of Song Qingshu's deeds came one by one, and Ah Ke was stunned to find that the image of Song Qingshu and the ideal husband in her heart gradually overlapped.
Previously, in order to let her act more realistically, Zhao Gou had specially given her a large pile of information for her to memorize, but those deeds regarding Song Qingshu, she had long been familiar with them, so there was no need for her to specially memorize them.
Zhao Gou didn't know the ins and outs, and seeing that she had memorized all of the information in such a short time, he even thought that she was the reincarnation of the female Zhuge Liang.
"The violent storm at Fox Hill was just a coincidence, and the one surnamed Song was just lucky that time. After the incident, in order to increase the atmosphere of mystery and make the other powers fear them, the Golden Snake Camp deliberately created this big lie. " As the Southern Song Dynasty's Prime Minister, Moqi Wu had naturally studied the information of that battle, and he scoffed at the saying that he could summon the wind and summon the rain. Not to mention him, most of the Prime Ministers of the Eastern and Western Mansions didn't believe in this matter.
"But … but …" In the end, Ah Ke was still a young girl, and she wasn't good with words, so how could she be a match for an old fox like Moqi Wu? For a moment, she was so anxious that she couldn't speak.
Hearing Moqi Wu's words, the officials in the hall immediately whispered to each other. Song Qingshu's cultivation was profound, and no one's words escaped his ears. Speaking of which, some people didn't seem to deliberately lower their voices, as if they were deliberately speaking for him to hear.
"How can the young people nowadays be like this? Just because they won a battle, they take all the credit for it. Where do they put the other soldiers who fought bravely?"
"That's right, that's right. Aren't they afraid that their subordinates will be disappointed?"
"Young people love to be in the limelight. You and I both came through this way."
"I'm not as shameless as him, greedy for the credit of heaven, and not afraid of being struck by lightning one day."
"He's young, after all. It's inevitable that he will make mistakes, but if he repents, he can still be saved."
…
Among them, the loudest voices were those of the Right Minister, Zhang Jun. Among the four great generals of the Southern Song Dynasty, Liu Guangshi had been stripped of his military power, Yue Fei had been unjustly killed, and Han Shizhong had played safe. Only Zhang Jun had relied on shamelessly sucking up to Qin Hui and Moqi Wu to frame Yue Fei. Now, he had become the Right Minister, and he had promoted many of his trusted aides to key departments in the military. Although Jia Shidao was theoretically the number one person in the military, Zhang Jun was very experienced and had many students in the military. So, it wasn't certain who had the final say in the military.
Zhang Jun had always been in cahoots with Moqi Wu, so he naturally seized the opportunity to add insult to injury. Even though his intentions were very vicious, his words were full of wisdom and compassion.
"Quiet, quiet," Zhao Gou suddenly spoke. "Prince Song is a guest from afar. Everyone, please don't be rude." On the surface, he seemed to be reprimanding the people, but everyone present was smart, and they all knew what he really meant.
Moqi Wu chuckled. "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I'm such an upright person, and I can't bear to have any dirt in my eyes. I can't bear to see people playing tricks and fooling the world."
"Upright? Fooling the world? "
Originally, Song Qingshu had been waiting to see how they would put on a good show, but when he saw Moqi Wu shamelessly claiming to be upright, he couldn't help but think of Yue Fei, who had been unjustly killed. A surge of hot blood surged in his chest, and he said coldly, "What if I really can summon wind and rain?"
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