Looking at Huang Rong's resentful look, Song Qingshu was instantly embarrassed. "What are you talking about? Only one person has the antidote. It took me a lot of effort to get it from her."
"Really?" Huang Rong glanced at him with a faint smile. She did not directly expose his lie. Instead, she gestured to the thing in his hand. "Some people are still holding the girl's belt in their hands."
Only then did Song Qingshu realize that he had brought Xue Baochai's belt here. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "I was in a hurry to give you the antidote and forgot to return it to her."
"Hurry up and return it to her. She must be very flustered in a group of men without a belt." Huang Rong's eyes were full of smiles. Although this man flirted with girls everywhere, he remembered to give her the antidote first, which made her a little happy.
"Then you should take a rest here." Song Qingshu also realized that he was a little unkind. He hurriedly detoxified the accompanying guards and then hurried to the open space.
"Sorry to keep Miss Xue waiting." Returning to Xue Baochai's side, Song Qingshu took out the antidote and let her smell it. Because he felt a little sorry in his heart, he always wanted to do something to make up for it. Suddenly, he saw the belt in his hand and subconsciously blurted out, "Let me tie the belt for you."
Then he leaned over to tie the belt for her. Xue Baochai was a little annoyed by the smell of the antidote, but when she saw him so close, her whole body suddenly stiffened.
Song QingShu could smell the faint fragrance on the girl's body even though she was so close to him, but he didn't think too much about it. His mind was focused on the group of people from the Western Xia Country. He had given them so much time, and he hoped that they could escape the pursuit of the Imperial City Department.
"That … I'll do it myself." Xue Baochai finally couldn't help but speak. More than ten years of subtle education had taught her to accept a man to tie the belt for her.
Song Qingshu was stunned and found that her face had already turned as red as an apple. He finally came to his senses. Her poison had been detoxified, so she did not need him to tie the belt for her.
He was thick-skinned enough to not show the slightest hint of shame. Instead, he stood up naturally and said, "Then I'll go and cure your big brother and the others."
"Yes." Xue Baochai lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes.
Only then did Song Qingshu bring the antidote to Xue Yiren. He noticed that there seemed to be a fire burning in Xue Yiren's eyes. Song Qingshu was worried that staying with Xue Yiren for too long would cause problems, so he placed the antidote at the tip of Xue Yiren's nose and sniffed it. Then, he simply left the antidote with Xue Yiren. "Go and cure the people in the Imperial City Department yourself."
After he finished speaking, he walked towards his carriage without looking back. He found that his guards were gradually recovering. Just as he was about to give the order to continue their journey, there was suddenly the sound of clothes flapping in the air.
Song Qingshu turned his head and saw that Xue Yi was already standing ten feet away. Xue Yi's hand was tightly gripping his sword, as if he would unsheathe it at any moment. "Who is in the Prince of Qi's carriage?" It turned out that when Song Qingshu was treating Huang Rong's poison, he had seen a woman in the carriage from afar.
Song Qingshu frowned. "What? Do I have to report to you that I brought along a concubine because I found the journey boring?"
Inside the carriage, Huang Rong was so embarrassed that she spat on the ground. This scoundrel never forgot to take advantage of me. However, when she recalled that he had brought her along to relieve boredom … How could a concubine relieve boredom? The answer was obvious … For a moment, her cheeks became even more tender and beautiful.
Xue Yiren said indifferently, "Of course, there is no need to do so normally. However, recently, the Imperial City Department has been ordered to investigate the kidnapping of the Crown Princess. The Emperor has given us special permission to investigate anyone."
Song Qingshu's tone instantly turned icy. "I didn't expect you to be as ungrateful as the Xixia people. If I had known earlier, I would have just stood by and watched you die at the hands of the Xixia people."
Xue Yiren paid no attention to his sarcasm. "We are just doing our job. Prince of Qi, don't read too much into it."
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu snorted coldly. "If you have the ability, then step over my body."
Xue Yiren slowly unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Song Qingshu from afar. "If Prince of Qi insists on not letting me go, then don't blame me for being impolite."
"You overestimate yourself!" Although Song Qingshu was usually a jovial person, even a clay figurine had a temper. Xue Yiren's actions today had indeed angered him.
"Stop!" At this moment, Xue Baochai had already run over and stood in front of Xue Yiren. "Big Brother, what are you doing!"
"Get out of my way." Xue Yiren's entire body seemed to have turned into a sharp sword that could erupt with a shocking attack at any time.
"I won't let you go! Do you think I don't know that you are just looking for an excuse to compete with Prince of Qi? However, he has just saved us. What you are doing is too much. " Xue Baochai was so angry that her face turned red. She spread her arms wide, but it was unclear whether she was trying to stop Xue Yiren or Song Qingshu's attack.
"This is a rare opportunity." Xue Yiren finally told the truth. If Song QingShu continued to stay in Lin 'an, he could always find a chance to compete with him. But now he went north and returned to the Golden Snake Camp. At that time, he would have no chance among the thousands of troops.
Xue Baochai knew that her cousin was very stubborn and it was difficult to change his mind. However, she did not want to watch the two fight. As the saying goes, when two tigers fight, one must be injured.
After all, she was clever and kind. She quickly thought of a solution. "Big Brother, you have just been poisoned. Now your strength has more or less been affected. You can't bring out your peak state. What's the point of such a battle?"
Xue Yiren instantly fell silent. He knew that his sister was right. Although he had been detoxified by the Sorrowful Softening Wind, the time for detoxification was too short. Now he had only recovered seventy to eighty percent of his strength. Even if he had not fully recovered, he was more than enough to deal with ordinary masters. However, the person in front of him was one of the top masters in the world.
Seeing that her brother was somewhat persuaded, Xue Baochai continued to strike while the iron was hot. "Moreover, we have suffered such a big loss at the hands of the Xixia people. Now that we have recovered, we have to find them. They have been gone for a while. If we don't chase after them, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up."
Xue Yiren finally sheathed his long sword, and the incomparably sharp sword intent gradually disappeared. "What you said is not unreasonable." Then he turned around and left.
Only then did Xue Baochai apologetically say to Song Qingshu, "Prince of Qi, I am really sorry. My big brother is obsessed with martial arts, so he …"
Song Qingshu raised his hand to stop her apology. "Seeing that you have helped me just now, I will not argue with him today. If there is a next time, I will not be lenient." Although Xue Yiren's swordsmanship was excellent, he was least afraid of any master …
Without waiting for her to respond, Song Qingshu immediately returned to the carriage. "Let's go!" The guards of the Prince of Qi Residence also took their positions, and the procession set off once again.
Watching the procession of the Prince of Qi Residence leave, Xue Baochai bit her lip. Originally, she had some things she wanted to say to Song Qingshu, but now that the atmosphere was so tense, it was better not to say it …
"You are really cruel to that little girl." After the carriage had traveled for some distance, Huang Rong could not help but laugh.
Song Qingshu said indifferently, "I have already given her a lot of face by letting her brother go."
Huang Rong asked curiously, "That Xue Yiren's swordsmanship seems to be very excellent. If you two fight, who has a better chance of winning?"
Song Qingshu slowly closed his eyes, smiling without saying a word. Huang Rong could not help but fiercely pinch him. "This is what you get for acting like a master in front of me ~"
"Don't, don't, don't. I will tell you." Song Qingshu's previous demeanor of a master instantly collapsed. He hurriedly explained, "If he was at his peak condition, he might have a chance. But his condition just now, hehe …"
He did not finish, but his meaning was very clear. Huang Rong could not help but sigh. "I don't know how a monster like you trained in martial arts. Jing ge ge's martial arts were far inferior to yours at your age."
Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. He muttered in a low voice, "Even at his age, his martial arts are still inferior to mine."
Huang Rong's eyebrows immediately rose. "What did you say?"
"Nothing." Song Qingshu immediately corrected himself. "I said that today's weather is very sunny."
Seeing him spout nonsense with a serious face, Huang Rong could not help but snicker. "You, you clearly gave me two hands and two feet, but I might not be able to defeat you. Yet you deliberately pretend to be afraid of me."
Song Qingshu tilted his head and looked at her. His face was full of smiles. "Because I am henpecked."
Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat. "Nonsense!" Then she turned her face away and ignored him.
After the carriage traveled for a while, Song Qingshu and Huang Rong got out of the carriage. He then ordered his subordinates to continue north with his letter. When they arrived at Golden Snake Camp, Ah Jiu naturally understood what was going on after reading the letter.
He took Huang Rong to another carriage that had been waiting for a long time and turned back to the southeast.
The carriage heading north attracted the attention of various forces. Song Qingshu and Huang Rong went all the way south to Peach Blossom Island.
Along the way, the two of them chatted about everything under the sun. At first, they talked about the general situation of the world, the situation of various countries, the various gangs and forces in Jianghu, and some of the current power structure of the Beggar Clan.
As they chatted, the two of them unknowingly became more and more scattered. Astronomy, geography, zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, Qimen Dun Jia, anecdotes … it could be said that they talked about whatever they wanted to talk about.
Song Qingshu could not help but admire Huang Rong for being the daughter of the Eastern Heretic, the famous female Zhuge in Jianghu. Her knowledge was really too profound. Huang Rong was even more shocked than him. For so many years, in terms of knowledge, she only admired her father, Huang Yaoshi, but now there was another person.
In particular, Song Qingshu came from the future and had more than a thousand years of experience. It could be said that he was standing on the shoulders of giants. In many aspects, even Huang Rong could not compare with his knowledge. Some of his casual words often touched Huang Rong.
The more they talked, the more congenial they became, and the more harmonious their relationship became. Although they used to have the most intimate relationship, there was always a little gap between them. But after the conversation along the way, they gradually felt that the gap had disappeared. In the bottom of her heart, Huang Rong had already regarded him as a bosom friend.
"Brother Jing would never talk about these things with me …" At some point, Huang Rong could not help but faintly sigh. But she quickly calmed her mind and dispelled some thoughts that should not have been in her mind.
"We have arrived at Shanyin." Looking at the distant city gate, Song Qingshu could not help but feel a little emotional. This place could be considered as revisiting an old place.
"Let's rest in the teahouse in front." After a long journey, Huang Rong could not help feeling a little tired.
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