Song Qingshu never expected Zhao Shicheng to be the Duke of Beijing from Dream of the Red Chamber. But on second thought, he was relieved. After all, Zhao Shicheng was a member of the royal family, so it was normal for him to be conferred the title of Duke.
"Duke of Beijing, Duke of Beijing …" Song Qingshu was amazed. After all, Duke of Beijing was a famous perfect male god in Dream of the Red Chamber. Some Redologists even speculated that Lin Daiyu married Duke of Beijing based on some foreshadowing.
Looking at Zhao Shicheng and then at the weak Lin Daiyu not far away, Song Qingshu shook his head and laughed involuntarily. At least in this world, the two of them should have nothing to do with each other.
"So Brother Zhao is Duke of Beijing. I really had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai in the Shen Garden." Song Qingshu cupped his hands and smiled. At the same time, he felt strange. He was a dignified Duke. Why would he marry a woman who had been married twice? Could this be the legendary true love?
"Brother Song, there is no need to be so polite …" Zhao Shicheng could not help but feel pleased when he heard the other party address him so intimately. His tone also became warm.
The few of them stood together and chatted for a while. Song Qingshu led them into the house. After all, the important figures in the imperial court had all arrived. The rest of them did not need him to stand here to welcome them.
While chatting with the group of people, Huang Rong suddenly passed by him and said to him in a low voice, "I have something to say to you."
Song Qingshu looked up and saw that Huang Rong had already walked far away. There was nothing strange about her. If he did not believe his hearing, he would have thought that he had heard wrongly.
Finding an opportunity, Song Qingshu left the crowd and carefully chased in the direction that Huang Rong had just left. He was curious about what she had to say to him. Could it be that she wanted to relive old memories with him?
He could not help but giggle when he thought of the excitement. However, he quickly shook his head, knowing that it was impossible. It only existed in his imagination.
He came to a secluded place in the garden. A graceful young woman was standing in front of a rose bush in a daze. The faint moonlight was like a layer of gauze draped over her face. She was truly more beautiful than the flowers.
"Rong 'er ~" Song Qingshu walked over and could not help but shout.
The graceful and charming woman was naturally Huang Rong. Hearing his voice, she turned her head and indifferently replied, "I hope that the Prince of Qi will conduct himself with dignity."
Song QingShu could not help but smile bitterly, "May I know why Chief Huang is looking for me?"
Huang Rong didn't answer directly. Instead, she looked around curiously. "Why don't I see Sister Xing from last time?" The stunning woman from last time had left a very deep impression on her. She had seen many beautiful women in Jianghu for so many years, but it was the first time she had seen such a beautiful woman.
Huang Rong didn't know why Song QingShu was accompanied by such a devastatingly beautiful woman, and the two of them seemed to be quite close. She didn't know why, but she felt extremely unhappy in her heart. He was indeed a greedy and lecherous lecher.
Qing She He Family Tian. She said of King, "She," She is Qi's Shan's Of Qu's Shan. ".
Huang Rong blushed. "Of course not!" She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Can I ask you for a favor?"
Song Qingshu was startled. Feeling flattered, he smiled bitterly. "Why are you treating me like an outsider? With our relationship, why would I refuse?"
Huang Rong could not help but spit. "What does it have to do with you?"
Song Qingshu looked at her and shrugged. "If you say there isn't, then there isn't."
Huang Rong felt her body heat up. Scenes of the Jin Kingdom appeared in her mind. She could not help but recall what happened in the Jin Kingdom. With great difficulty, she calmed herself. "I want to ask you not to do anything harmful to Brother Jing."
Song Qingshu was startled. "Why did you suddenly say this?"
"That's none of your business." Huang Rong bit her lip. "Do you agree?"
Song Qingshu was silent for a while, then nodded. "Hero Guo is a great hero for the country and the people. Everyone in the world admires him. Why would I do anything to harm him?"
"Thank you." Huang Rong was secretly relieved to hear his sincerity.
The reason why she had come to Song QingShu for this promise was that she had learned about the competition from Jia Shidao. She had a keen understanding that neither Jia Shidao nor Han Xingzhou would allow the two of them to compete fairly in order to ensure that they would win.
She did not care about what Jia Shidao wanted to do, since it would benefit Brother Jing anyway. She had never been a naive saint, and she would not refuse Jia Shidao's secret help. However, she had to be careful about Han Xingzhou. Huang Rong thought about it, and she was most worried that Han Xingzhou would ask Song Qingshu, who was close to him, to help. Although Brother Jing was very good at martial arts, there was still a gap between him and Song Qingshu, who was inhuman.
Even though she didn't want to have anything to do with Song QingShu, Huang Rong still braced herself and came to find him. Now that she had received his promise, Huang Rong's heart was finally at ease. As long as Song QingShu didn't get involved, with Brother Jing's martial arts and her own intelligence, Han Xingzhou's tricks were destined to be useless.
After thanking him, Huang Rong turned around and left. Song Qingshu subconsciously grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing?" Feeling the heat of his hand, Huang Rong was embarrassed and angry.
Song Qingshu said gloomily, "Rong 'er, why do you have to be so cruel? We have done more intimate things. What's wrong with holding hands?"
Hearing him mention the Jin Kingdom, Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became rapid. But now, she was rational and said, "Let go of me. There are so many people here today. If they see us, none of us will be able to live."
"It doesn't matter. If worse comes to worst, I will give up my position as King of Qi." Song Qingshu looked at her with a smile, still not intending to let go.
"You may be shameless, but I do!" Huang Rong blushed. Even though she was touched that he was willing to give up everything for her, that was all there was to it. Their identities and social ethics meant that the two of them would never end up together. Moreover, the one she loved the most in her heart was still her brother Jing. This man in front of her was just a bottle of … a bottle of sweet poison.
"Don't worry. With my martial arts, I will only know in advance if someone comes near," Song Qingshu comforted her.
Huang Rong glared at him and said, "You said before that you would not disturb my life. How can a man not keep his word? Don't make me look down on you! "
Seeing her firm attitude, Song Qingshu also knew that he could not force her. He could only smile bitterly and said, "Answer one of my questions first, and I will let you go."
"What question?" Huang Rong pursed her lips. She was worried that if she continued to pester here, she would be seen. As long as she could get rid of him as soon as possible, let alone one question, even if there were ten questions, she would quickly answer.
Song Qingshu's eyes fell on her slightly bulging belly and said, "The child in your belly …"
Huang Rong immediately interrupted him, "Don't think about it. It is not yours."
A trace of loneliness flashed on Song Qingshu's face. He let go of her hand and said, "I just want to ask how your body is now. Is the pregnancy serious? Do you like to eat sour food? I will send someone to send you some plums …"
The resentment in Huang Rong's heart lessened a little when she saw that he was even more naggy than an old maid. Her tone was also gentler than before, "Don't worry, I'm a person who practices martial arts after all. I'm not like those delicate young ladies from rich families. My body is very good … Meizi, you don't have to send me off. I have to avoid arousing suspicion …"
Feeling that her tone was not as stiff as before, Song Qingshu was happy. The two chatted casually for a while, and the communication was much more normal than before. Although it was not very intimate, at least it was not as deliberately alienated as before.
Guessing that the banquet was about to begin, the two quietly returned to the hall one after the other.
Song Qingshu did not deliberately arrange it, but everyone seemed to know each other and could find their own seats. At the main table, in addition to Song Qingshu himself, Prince Yi and Prince Beijing definitely sat at the main table. Several other ministers at the level of prime minister also sat there, such as Political Advisor Han Xingzhou, Privy Envoy Jia Shidao, Advisor Chen Ziqiang, and Imperial Censor Shi Miyuan.
Several other important figures, such as Political Advisor Wu Qian and Xue Ji, automatically sat at the secondary table. Although their positions were the same as Han Xingzhou's, Han Xingzhou ranked first among many political advisors, and he was far more powerful than the other two in terms of influence and real power.
Surprisingly, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and Linghu Chong were also invited to sit at the main table. On the one hand, they had a good reputation, and on the other hand, everyone knew that they were the protagonists of the upcoming martial arts competition. Therefore, no one had any objection.
With Han Xingzhou taking the lead, a group of people toasted to Song Qingshu, congratulating him on his promotion to Prince Qi. What followed was a series of toasts, and everyone was slightly tipsy.
At this time, a group of maids began to serve a new round of dishes. Looking at one of the maids with a graceful figure, Huang Rong secretly curled her lips. Song Qingshu was indeed a lecherous person. Even the maids in his residence were so outstanding. Although she could not see the maid's appearance, based on her graceful and moving figure, she was definitely an extraordinary beauty.
The maidservant lowered her head and placed a dish on Song QingShu's side. Huang Rong suddenly frowned. Song QingShu was currently sitting in the main seat. What kind of maidservant would be so insensible as to serve dishes from the side of the main seat?
Song Qingshu was chatting with the people beside him. Clearly, no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly, a cold light flashed. The maid suddenly pulled out a dagger from under the dish and fiercely stabbed at Song Qingshu's chest.
"Careful!" Because Huang Rong had been suspicious from the very beginning, she was the first to react. Subconsciously, she grabbed a wine cup and shot it at Huang Yaoshi. Although her skill was not as good as Huang Yaoshi's, the power of the wine cup she shot out could not be underestimated.
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