Guo Jing was delighted, "That's great! Peach Blossom Island is quiet and safe. Rong 'er, you can stay there and rest." The Peach Blossom Island was located in the vast ocean, and there were all kinds of Qimen Dunjia mechanisms on the island. Not to mention ordinary people, even experts of the Five Uniques could easily get trapped on the island if they did not have a map of the Peach Blossom Island's mechanisms. Letting Huang Rong return to Peach Blossom Island was the best of both worlds.
Huang Rong's eyes also brightened. Given the current situation, it was clearly inconvenient for her to return to Xiangyang. Peach Blossom Island was the place where she had grown up, and it was also the place where she was happiest. Compared to staying in the Prince of Qi's Mansion, where she had to live in constant fear, Peach Blossom Island was much better. It would be best if she could send a messenger pigeon to inform her father to return. With the Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi's protection, regardless of whether it was a thief or … Song Qingshu, none of them would dare to act recklessly.
Seeing their reactions, Song Qingshu smiled. "Then it's decided." Now that the Southern Song Dynasty's northern expedition was imminent, he had to return to the Jin Kingdom as soon as possible to take charge of the overall situation. Otherwise, if the Southern Song Dynasty's troops were unstoppable, his hard work in the Jin Kingdom would be in vain. Now that he was leaving Lin 'an, he was worried about leaving Huang Rong here, so he simply took her with him. Anyway, Lin 'an was not far from Peach Blossom Island. When he returned from Peach Blossom Island, he could pass by Yangzhou to arrange things there.
"Sorry to trouble you, Brother Song." Guo Jing said apologetically. Obviously, he was about to leave for Zhenjiang, but he had to let someone else escort his wife, which made him very embarrassed.
Song Qingshu smiled, "It's nothing, Brother Guo, you don't have to worry about it."
Every time Huang Rong saw her husband thank Song Qingshu, she would be very upset. But she couldn't tell her husband, so she changed the topic. "Brother Jing, I heard you say that Han Xingzhou recommended you to be the deputy commander of the Front Palace Department. Jia Shidao must have heard about it. Will he hate you because of this? Do you want to go to him and explain? "
Guo Jing shook his head. "I didn't do anything wrong to him. Why should I be afraid of him? Besides, I serve my country wholeheartedly. I'm not Jia Shidao's private minister. What's there to explain? "
After so many years, Huang Rong had long known that her husband would stick to something he had made up his mind to the end. In addition, she thought that her husband was highly skilled in martial arts and had a good reputation. Even if Jia Shidao was displeased, he wouldn't dare to do anything, so she didn't insist anymore.
"Prince Song, we still have some private things to say between us husband and wife. Can you please leave for a moment?" Huang Rong suddenly looked at Song Qingshu with a burning gaze.
"Of course, no problem." Although Song Qingshu was smiling, he was very depressed in his heart. Huang Rong must have done it on purpose, but what could he do even if he knew that she did it on purpose? The couple was talking, so what reason did he have to stay here?
Song Qingshu came to the back garden and suddenly heard a pleasant voice, "Who made you unhappy?"
Looking back, he saw Ren Yingying standing not too far away, smiling at him like a flower. Under the morning sun, she was more beautiful than all the flowers in the garden.
"My Yingying is still the best." Song QingShu walked over and pulled her into his arms. He sighed inwardly at how meticulous she was. She could even see through the depression in his heart.
Being held in his arms, Ren Yingying suddenly became shy and hurriedly pushed him away, "Don't do this. Someone else saw us."
"Who would do that?" Song QingShu said with dissatisfaction. "What's more, you're my legitimate wife. So what if someone saw us?"
"Let me go. There really was someone." Ren Yingying's face became redder and redder.
"There was no one." Song Qingshu chuckled. Ren Yingying was very shy and reserved, and he liked to see her being so shy.
"Sister … Sister Yuanyuan," Ren Yingying suddenly said awkwardly.
Song Qingshu was shocked. He turned around and saw a beautiful woman standing at the corner of the corridor, looking at them with a faint smile. Who else could it be but Chen Yuanyuan?
"I'm sorry to disturb you. You can continue." Chen Yuanyuan said and turned to leave.
Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling awkward. He had actually heard someone coming, but he subconsciously thought it was a maid. He didn't know it was Chen Yuanyuan. Thinking about how he had angered her yesterday, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty after meeting her face to face. What if she complained to Ren Yingying and told her about his evil thoughts? Wouldn't his heroic image collapse with a bang? But on second thought, in Ren Yingying's mind, his image wasn't even close to being wise and mighty, right?
Ren Yingying was embarrassed to be seen by Chen Yuanyuan. She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she pushed Song Qingshu away and ran over to grab Chen Yuanyuan's hand with a red face, "Sister Yuanyuan, I have something to talk to you about." Finishing, she didn't look back at Song Qingshu and disappeared at the end of the corridor with Chen Yuanyuan.
Song Qingshu stayed in place with a stunned expression. Three monks without water to eat. This problem would only get worse in the future. He had to think of a solution.
"Reporting to Your Highness, Minister Han has sent someone to invite Your Highness to the fu for a chat." A maid ran over from the distance and reported.
"Understood." Song Qingshu thought about how Huang Rong and Guo Jing were chatting and Ren Yingying was with Chen Yuanyuan. It would be depressing to stay in the fu. It would be better to go to Han Kaizhou's for some fresh air.
They quickly arrived at Han Fu. Song Qingshu cupped his hands in greeting. "What business does your husband have with me?"
"Can't I look for you if there's no business?" Han Kaizhou smiled. "Someone sent me some good tea and asked you to come have a taste."
"It must be very expensive to be called good tea by your fiancé." If this was his previous life, Song QingShu might have been very interested in these tea leaves that had a price but no supply. But now, he only tasted a mouthful before putting it down. "Your fiancé didn't call me here just to drink tea, right?"
"It seems that nothing can be hidden from you." Han Kaizhou smiled slightly. "I presume that Qingshu has heard that the court is preparing for a northern expedition."
"That's right." Song Qingshu nodded, but his heart was a little heavy. Although he knew that according to history, Han Kaizhou's northern expedition against the Jin would end in failure, who knew if this chaotic world would continue to develop according to history. He had to be ready to deal with the Southern Song's northern expedition.
"The Jin Kingdom is strong and prosperous. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to succeed in the northern expedition alone. So, we need Qingshu's Golden Snake Battalion to help us," Han Kaizhou said.
Song Qingshu thought, "Here it comes." But he didn't show it on his face. "The Golden Snake Battalion has few soldiers. In a war between the Jin Kingdom and the Song Kingdom, our strength is far inferior."
Han Kaizhou laughed. "Qingshu, you are too modest. Didn't your Golden Snake Battalion annihilate the 100,000 strong Manchurian army? Also, Qingshu, you can rest assured that we will be the main force attacking the Jin Kingdom this time. Your Golden Snake Battalion only needs to attack from the east to the west and coordinate with the flanks. "
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "Because of the last war with the Manchurian Qing, we are like fire and water. We have to guard against the Manchurian Qing army at all times. I'm afraid we don't have much strength left to attack the Jin Kingdom."
"You can rest assured about this, Qingshu. Now Ping Xi Wang Wu Sangui has allied with our Song Kingdom and is now fighting with the Manchurian Qing. The Manchurian Qing are exhausted and have no energy to attack the Jin Kingdom," Han Kaizhou explained with a smile.
Seeing that Song Qingshu still had doubts, Han Kaizhou continued, "I can also tell you that there is actually another force attacking the Jin Kingdom this time."
Song Qingshu instantly understood. "Liao?" The Mongols were now focusing on the western expedition. Xixia had always been neutral and had a good relationship with the Jin Kingdom. Tubo and Dali were too far away to help. So, only Liao was left.
"You are really smart, Qingshu." Han Kaizhou stood up and walked to the window, looking into the distance to the north. "This time, our three forces will join forces and destroy the Jin Kingdom to avenge the humiliation of Jingkang!"
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. If he had heard of the Southern Song Dynasty attacking the Jin Kingdom in his previous life, he would have raised both hands and feet in favor of it. But now that the Jin Kingdom was in his pocket, he naturally had a different attitude.
"Liao …" Song Qingshu also looked to the north. In fact, he had a plan to deal with the Southern Song Dynasty's northern expedition. But if Liao attacked from the north, it would be a bit tricky.
Seeing that Song Qingshu was silent, Han Kaizhou thought that he had not made up his mind. He could not help but say, "Qingshu, you have been conferred the title of Prince of Qi and can be said to be a very high official. But the Emperor has not betrothed you and the two little princesses. You should know why."
"Of course I know." Song Qingshu sighed. In fact, Zhao Huan 'er and Zhao Yuanyuan were both bargaining chips in the hands of the Southern Song Dynasty. They forced him to work for them. Only after the crusade against the Jin Kingdom was successful would the Emperor decree the marriage.
Han Kaizhou nodded and said, "Since ancient times, there has never been a precedent of two princesses marrying the same son-in-law. Only if you make a great contribution to the imperial court can you shut the mouths of the people in the world."
"I know. When the time comes, the Golden Snake Battalion will cooperate with the imperial court to send troops." Thinking of Zhao Huan 'er and Zhao Yuanyuan's frightened eyes, Song Qingshu felt pity for them. At the same time, he secretly blamed himself. He had been in Lin' an for so long, but he had not visited them even once. He did not know how sad they were.
As for the Golden Snake Battalion sending troops, it would be easy for them to do the work.
Han Kaizhou did not know what he was thinking. He was overjoyed and said, "With your help, Qingshu, there is no need to worry about failure. Hahahaha …"
Seeing his high-spirited and excited look, Song Qingshu secretly sighed. Han Kaizhou was too optimistic about the Northern Expedition. In history, before the Northern Expedition, he was also full of ambition. As a result, after the Northern Expedition, he was hindered by the political enemies of the imperial court. Coupled with the strength of the Jin Kingdom, it did not take long for the Northern Expedition to end in failure. Han Kaizhou was also killed by his political enemies. In the end, he was recorded as a traitor in the history books.
Of course, Song Qingshu could not tell him all this. Until he left the Han Mansion, his heart was still quite heavy.
"Well, although I will also ruin the success of your Northern Expedition, in any case, we are friends. In the end, I will save your life." Song Qingshu secretly thought.
At this time, suddenly a delicate maidservant trotted over. She first bowed and then said, "Young Master, my lady wants to see you."
"Who is your lady?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.
The maidservant looked around and said with some embarrassment, "My lady's identity is special, so it is not convenient to say. You will know when you see her."
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