Wu Sangui had only said it politely. He still had to take care of his face. If he said that he directly offered his daughter to the Emperor to fill the harem, he was afraid that he would be laughed at by the world.
"Ah Ke?" Thinking of her beautiful face, Song QingShu was somewhat reluctant to see her sent to the Palace. After thinking about it carefully, he understood the stakes involved. He nodded his head and replied, "This is very good. Your Highness really has the demeanor of a national expert. With just a few strokes, you were able to eliminate a great disaster without a trace."
Wu Sangui's tense face finally revealed a trace of a smile: "I hope that Official Song can put in a good word for my father and son in front of His Majesty after returning to the capital." He then stuffed an exquisite brocade box over. Song Qingshu noticed that it was much more expensive than the last one. It seemed that in order to quell this disaster, Wu Sangui had no choice but to bleed.
"Your Highness is loyal and devoted. This lowly official naturally knows that. When I return, I will certainly explain everything to His Majesty. The main culprit is that servant Fu Kangan." Song Qingshu did not refuse the other's bribe. Not only could he make the other feel at ease, but he could also make a fortune. Why not? As for what he would say to Kangxi when he returned, that was his own business. Could Wu Sangui still bite him?
"Then I will have to trouble Official Song." Seeing that Song Qingshu had accepted his gift, Wu Sangui finally relaxed. Just as he was about to let out a long sigh of relief, an imperial guard suddenly ran in from outside in a panic.
"Your Highness, it's not good. The princess has run away from home!"
Wu Sangui was shocked. He had just said that he would send Ah Ke to the palace, but she had run away. Wouldn't that ruin the important matter?
Seeing Wu Sangui's anxious expression to explain, Song Qingshu said: "Your Highness, please go and deal with the princess's matter. This lowly official will wait here for Your Highness to return."
Wu Sangui had originally wanted to have him wait outside, but Song Qingshu had already spoken first. He could only nod and say: "Official Song, please rest here for a moment. This lowly prince will return shortly." He then hurriedly ran outside.
Seeing Wu Sangui disappear at the door, the smile on Song Qingshu's face disappeared. He turned around and carefully searched the study room.
After searching for half a day, he found nothing, not even a hidden compartment. Song Qingshu still refused to give up and flipped over the white tiger skin. The floor underneath was also solid. "Why was Wei Xiaobao able to see the Forty-two-chapter Sutra on the study table in the original work with just one glance? I've even looked for the parts of the TV drama's plot, but I still can't find it. Don't tell me I really don't have the luck of a main character?"
Looking at the room full of things, Song Qingshu muttered with a headache, "If only I could use ctrl + f …" Hearing Wu Sangui's voice, Song Qingshu had to give up on the idea of continuing to search.
"I'm really sorry for making Lord Song wait for so long." Wu Sangui apologized as soon as he entered the room.
"Prince is too polite. Have you found Princess Ah Ke?" Song Qingshu asked.
"Although I didn't find her, this Prince has already found out where she is now, but, but …" Wu Sangui suddenly became hesitant.
"Could it be that Your Highness has something difficult to say? Competition for Beauty and Beauty
If there's anything you need help with, please don't hesitate to ask. " Song Qingshu had just received a generous gift from Wu Sangui, so he was not willing to take it for free.
"I'm afraid we'll really need Lord Song's help this time." Wu Sangui smiled bitterly. "It's not convenient for this prince to go to the place where Ah Ke is. Even if my subordinates go there, they won't be able to do anything."
"There's such a strange place in Shanhai Pass?" Song Qingshu looked at Wu Sangui in surprise.
Wu Sangui had no choice but to explain: "Ah Ke's mother has a special identity. Not long after giving birth to Ah Ke, she went to the Three Holy Nunnery outside the city to cultivate. Due to her influence, I haven't seen her for many years. Now that Ah Ke heard that she was going to be sent to the imperial palace, she ran to the Three Holy Nunnery to find her mother."
Song Qingshu's heart was moved. "Could it be that Your Highness is talking about the number one beauty in the world, Chen Yuanyuan?"
Hearing other men making comments about his forbidden love, Wu Sangui rubbed his nose, laughed dryly, and did not say anything.
"Weeping for the six armies wearing white mourning dress, rushing to the crown in anger for a beauty. Your Highness' heroic bearing in the past has always made this one admire you endlessly." Song Qingshu sighed with emotion.
Displeasure flashed across Wu Sangui's face. He snorted heavily and said, "Song Daren, there's no need to ridicule me." Leading the Qing army into the pass was one of his greatest regrets. Therefore, when Song Qingshu mentioned it, he could not help but somewhat lose his composure.
"Your Highness misunderstood, this one is indeed sincere." Song Qingshu's expression was solemn. "The common people will only blame Your Highness for a woman, betraying the Han's rivers and mountains, but no one will blame Li Zicheng for being short-sighted. A group of peasant soldiers, other than destroying and looting, what else do they know? If in the past Li Zicheng could restrain his subordinates and treat Your Highness' family well, why would Your Highness be forced by the situation to surrender to the Great Qing, and in the end be cursed as a traitor by the Han people? In my opinion, for the sake of the woman you love, Wangye is willing to shoulder the world's infamy; this is a real good man. "
His words made Wu Sangui's face twitch incessantly; his expression looked angry, absent-minded, but also gratified. Finally he calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Song Daren, now we are the Great Qing's ministers, there are some words that you must speak with caution."
"Regardless of what Your Highness thinks in your heart, what I said just now was indeed from the bottom of my heart." Song Qingshu cupped his fist. "In that case, this lowly official will go to the Three-Holy Nunnery to invite Junzhu Ah Ke back."
"Very well, thank you for your trouble, Song Daren. You can explain to them, mother and daughter, that everything was Ben Wang's idea." Wu Sangui said.
Coming out of Ping Xi Wang Mansion, Song Qingshu spurred his horse toward the Three-Holy Nunnery. Along the way, he only felt that it was incomparably desolate; he frowned slightly, inwardly he was alarmed, "Could it be Wu Sangui's trick, sending people to ambush me on the road?" Immediately he slowed down and vigilantly looked all around.
Until he arrived at a small nunnery with a signboard with the words' Three-Holy Nunnery 'written on it, Song Qingshu finally heaved a sigh of relief. Pushing the door open, he saw everywhere was spotless, there were several camellias in the courtyard, and a Chinese redbud tree. In the middle of the hall was a white-clothed Guanyin, the divine statue's appearance was extremely beautiful, with a solemn and dignified appearance with a hint of prettiness. Song Qingshu mused, "Could it be that under the heavens, competing for fragrance, competing for beauty?"
After staying with a beautiful woman for a long time, even Bodhisattva's body was stained with a trace of earthly beauty?
He heard the sound of footsteps not too far away, a woman was walking toward him. She put her palms together in salute toward Song Qingshu and said, "Jijing, who has left home, pays her respect to Song Daren." Her voice was soft, she spoke with a Suzhou accent.
This woman was about forty years of age, she was wearing a light yellow Taoist robe, her facial features were like a painting, her beauty was indescribable. Song Qingshu thought that Ah Ke was already devastatingly beautiful enough to cause the downfall of a city; who would have thought that compared to this woman, she was still somewhat inferior.
Ah Ke was standing next to the Taoist priestess, holding her hand. Quite proudly, she raised her bright and clean chin toward Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu saw these two beauties with similar appearance standing together, under the contrast of each other's radiance, they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter; momentarily he was somewhat dumbstruck. Chapter 144: The Forty-Second Sutra
Seeing Song Qingshu was staring at his mother, Ah Ke could not help but snorting coldly.
Song Qingshu came back to his senses and returned the salute. "So it is Ping Xi Wang Fei," he said, "Song Mou has been impolite, it's just that I did not expect Wang Fei to be even more beautiful than the rumors say."
Chen Yuanyuan had heard this kind of thing many times, she did not take it to heart. She smiled faintly and said, "It's just a stinky body, this little girl only hates that I was born with this appearance, it has harmed the common people in the world." Speaking to this point, the rims of her eyes reddened, she could not stop her tears from flowing down.
On the side, Ah Ke saw that as soon as Song Qingshu opened his mouth, he could not help but say angrily, "Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? Ping Xi Wang Fei is someone else, my mother is not …"
Chen Yuanyuan's expression was also somewhat awkward. In the past, when she was bought by Wu Sangui's daughter, she was deeply doted on. Moreover, for her sake, Wu Sangui became a big traitor who was despised by the whole world; in fact, in her heart, she was very moved. Originally, she planned to love him wholeheartedly, who would have thought that when Wu Sangui was conferred the title of Ping Xi Wang by the Manchurian Qing, he had misgivings about her background in the brothel; he was worried that if she became the imperial court's conferred title of Lady of Nobility, she would be ridiculed by others. Chen Yuanyuan knew what he was thinking; her young heart immediately turned cold. Thereupon, she invited herself to the San Sheng Nunnery outside the city to cultivate. Wu Sangui pushed the boat with the current, resulting in the current situation.
"Why does Furen care about a mere title? Several hundred years later, who would still remember who the current Ping Xi Wang Fei is? They will only think that Furen is the real Ping Xi Wang Fei. "Song Qingshu sternly said.
All these years, no one had ever dared to mention the issue of title in front of her, for fear of making her sad and uncomfortable. Chen Yuanyuan herself often felt sorry for herself. Today, after being enlightened by Song Qingshu from a different angle, she unexpectedly felt a lot more comfortable in her heart. Pursing her lips, she smiled and said, "Xiao Nuzi has been impolite, letting Song Daren stand for so long. Please sit down and serve the honored guest some tea."
Ah Ke saw that with just a few words, Song Qingshu was able to make his mother beam with joy, so he angrily said, "How do you know what will happen several hundred years later?"
"I came from several hundred years later, naturally I know." Song Qingshu's tone was filled with calmness and confidence.
Ah Ke was too lazy to pay attention to him, he helped Chen Yuanyuan to sit on the other side.
Very quickly, the servants served tea. Song Qingshu opened the lid of the bowl, a burst of fragrance assailed his nostrils. The bowl was dark green, it was actually freshly produced Longjing tea leaves. The corners of his lips could not help revealing a mocking smile, he thought to himself, "These Longjing tea leaves were transported from Jiangnan to here, the price must be very expensive. Chen Yuanyuan, this nun, is really very extravagant." The servants also brought in a lacquer tray with eight different kinds of fine pastries. On the white disk were pine nut candy, small walnut cakes, walnut slices, rose cakes, sugar almonds, mung bean cakes, lily cakes, osmanthus candied bayberries; they were all Soviet-style pastries, exceptionally exquisite.
"Hey, my mother is serving you with good intentions, but you are laughing at her, so rude!" Ah Ke had been staring at him the whole time, noticing his expression, she could not help but angrily said.
Song Qingshu did not pay attention to her, instead, he looked at Chen Yuanyuan and said, "Does Furen know why I am laughing?"
Chen Yuanyuan did not know what was going on, she was confused.
Seeing Song Qingshu staring at his mother, Ah Ke could not help but snorting coldly.
Song Qingshu came back to his senses, he returned the greeting and said, "Turns out it is Ping Xi Wangfei, Song Mou has been impolite, I just did not expect Wangfei to be even more beautiful than the rumors say."
Chen Yuanyuan had heard this kind of thing many times, she did not take it to heart, she smiled lightly and said, "It's just a stinky body, this little girl only hates that I was born with this appearance, it has harmed the common people of the world." Speaking to this point, her eyes turned red, she could not help crying.
On the side, Ah Ke saw that as soon as Song Qingshu opened his mouth, he could not help but angrily said, "Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? Ping Xi Wangfei is someone else, my mother is not …"
Chen Yuanyuan's expression was also somewhat awkward. In the past, when she was bought by Wu Sangui's daughter, she was deeply doted on. Moreover, for her sake, Wu Sangui became a big traitor who was despised by the people of the world; in fact, in her heart, she was very moved. Originally, she planned to love him with all her heart, who would have thought that when Wu Sangui was conferred the title of Ping Xi Wangfei by the Manchurian Qing, he had misgivings about her background in the brothel, he was worried that if she became the imperial court's conferred title of Lady of Nobility, she would be ridiculed by others. Chen Yuanyuan knew his intention, her young heart immediately turned cold, she invited herself to the San Sheng Nunnery outside the city to cultivate. Wu Sangui pushed the boat with the current, resulting in the current situation.
"Why does Furen care about a mere title? Several hundred years later, who would still remember who the current Ping Xi Wangfei is? They would only think that Furen is the real Ping Xi Wangfei. "Song Qingshu sternly said.
All these years, no one had ever dared to mention the issue of title in front of her, for fear of making her sad and uncomfortable. Chen Yuanyuan herself often felt sorry for herself. Today, after being enlightened by Song Qingshu from a different angle, she unexpectedly felt a lot more comfortable in her heart. Pursing her lips into a smile, she said, "Xiao Nuzi has been impolite, making Song daren stand for so long. Please sit down and serve the honored guest some tea."
Ah Ke saw that with just a few words, Song Qingshu was able to make his mother beam with joy, so he angrily said, "How do you know what will happen several hundred years later?"
"I came from several hundred years later, naturally I know." Song Qingshu's tone was full of calmness and confidence.
Ah Ke was too lazy to pay attention to him, he helped Chen Yuanyuan to sit on the other side.
Very quickly, the servants served tea. Song Qingshu opened the lid of the bowl, a burst of fragrance assailed his nostrils. The bowl was dark green, it was actually freshly produced Longjing tea leaves. The corners of his lips could not help revealing a mocking smile, he thought to himself, "These Longjing tea leaves were transported from Jiangnan to here, the price must be very expensive. Chen Yuanyuan, this nun, is really very extravagant." The servants also brought in a lacquer tray with eight different kinds of fine pastries. On the white disk were pine nut candy, small walnut cakes, walnut slices, rose cakes, sugar almonds, mung bean cakes, lily cakes, osmanthus candied bayberries; they were all Soviet-style pastries, exceptionally exquisite.
"Hey, my mother is serving you with good intentions, but you are laughing at her, so rude!" Ah Ke had been staring at him the whole time, noticing his expression, she could not help but angrily said.
Song Qingshu did not pay attention to her, instead, he looked at Chen Yuanyuan and said, "Does Furen know why I am laughing?"
Chen Yuanyuan did not know what was going on, she was confused.
Seeing Song Qingshu staring at his mother, Ah Ke could not help but snorting coldly.
Song Qingshu came back to his senses, he returned the greeting and said, "Turns out it is Ping Xi Wangfei, Song Mou has been impolite, I just did not expect Wangfei to be even more beautiful than the rumors say."
Chen Yuanyuan had heard this kind of thing many times, she did not take it to heart, she smiled lightly and said, "It's just a stinky body, this little girl only hates that I was born with this appearance, it has harmed the common people of the world." Speaking to this point, her eyes turned red, she could not help crying.
On the side, Ah Ke saw that as soon as Song Qingshu opened his mouth, he could not help but angrily said, "Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? Ping Xi Wangfei is someone else, my mother is not …"
Chen Yuanyuan's expression was also somewhat awkward. In the past, when she was bought by Wu Sangui's daughter, she was deeply doted on. Moreover, for her sake, Wu Sangui became a big traitor who was despised by the people of the world; in fact, in her heart, she was very moved. Originally, she planned to love him with all her heart, who would have thought that when Wu Sangui was conferred the title of Ping Xi Wangfei by the Manchurian Qing, he had misgivings about her background in the brothel, he was worried that if she became the imperial court's conferred title of Lady of Nobility, she would be ridiculed by others. Chen Yuanyuan knew his intention, her young heart immediately turned cold, she invited herself to the San Sheng Nunnery outside the city to cultivate. Wu Sangui pushed the boat with the current, resulting in the current situation.
"Why does Furen care about a mere title? Several hundred years later, who would still remember who the current Ping Xi Wangfei is? They would only think that Furen is the real Ping Xi Wangfei. "Song Qingshu sternly said.
All these years, no one had ever dared to mention the issue of title in front of her, for fear of making her sad and uncomfortable. Chen Yuanyuan herself often felt sorry for herself. Today, after being enlightened by Song Qingshu from a different angle, she unexpectedly felt a lot more comfortable in her heart. Pursing her lips into a smile, she said, "Xiao Nuzi has been impolite, making Song daren stand for so long. Please sit down and serve the honored guest some tea."
Ah Ke saw that with just a few words, Song Qingshu was able to make his mother beam with joy, so he angrily said, "How do you know what will happen several hundred years later?"
"I came from several hundred years later, naturally I know." Song Qingshu's tone was full of calmness and confidence.
Ah Ke was too lazy to pay attention to him, he helped Chen Yuanyuan to sit on the other side.
Very quickly, the servants served tea. Song Qingshu opened the lid of the bowl, a burst of fragrance assailed his nostrils. The bowl was dark green, it was actually freshly produced Longjing tea leaves. The corners of his lips could not help revealing a mocking smile, he thought to himself, "These Longjing tea leaves were transported from Jiangnan to here, the price must be very expensive. Chen Yuanyuan, this nun, is really very extravagant." The servants also brought in a lacquer tray with eight different kinds of fine pastries. On the white disk were pine nut candy, small walnut cakes, walnut slices, rose cakes, sugar almonds, mung bean cakes, lily cakes, osmanthus candied bayberries; they were all Soviet-style pastries, exceptionally exquisite.
"Hey, my mother is serving you with good intentions, but you are laughing at her, so rude!" Ah Ke had been staring at him the whole time, noticing his expression, she could not help but angrily said.
Song Qingshu did not pay attention to her, instead, he looked at Chen Yuanyuan and said, "Does Furen know why I am laughing?"
Chen Yuanyuan did not know what was going on, she was confused.
Seeing Song Qingshu staring at his mother, Ah Ke could not help but snorting coldly.
Song Qingshu came back to his senses, he returned the greeting and said, "Turns out it is Ping Xi Wangfei, Song Mou has been impolite, I just did not expect Wangfei to be even more beautiful than the rumors say."
Chen Yuanyuan had heard this kind of thing many times, she did not take it to heart, she smiled lightly and said, "It's just a stinky body, this little girl only hates that I was born with this appearance, it has harmed the common people of the world." Speaking to this point, her eyes turned red, she could not help crying.
On the side, Ah Ke saw that as soon as Song Qingshu opened his mouth, he could not help but angrily said, "Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? Ping Xi Wangfei is someone else, my mother is not …"
Chen Yuanyuan's expression was also somewhat awkward. In the past, when she was bought by Wu Sangui's daughter, she was deeply doted on. Moreover, for her sake, Wu Sangui became a big traitor who was despised by the people of the world; in fact, in her heart, she was very moved. Originally, she planned to love him with all her heart, who would have thought that when Wu Sangui was conferred the title of Ping Xi Wangfei by the Manchurian Qing, he had misgivings about her background in the brothel, he was worried that if she became the imperial court's conferred title of Lady of Nobility, she would be ridiculed by others. Chen Yuanyuan knew his intention, her young heart immediately turned cold, she invited herself to the San Sheng Nunnery outside the city to cultivate. Wu Sangui pushed the boat with the current, resulting in the current situation.
"Why does Furen care about a mere title? Several hundred years later, who would still remember who the current Ping Xi Wangfei is? They would only think that Furen is the real Ping Xi Wangfei. "Song Qingshu sternly said.
All these years, no one had ever dared to mention the issue of title in front of her, for fear of making her sad and uncomfortable. Chen Yuanyuan herself often felt sorry for herself. Today, after being enlightened by Song Qingshu from a different angle, she unexpectedly felt a lot more comfortable in her heart. Pursing her lips into a smile, she said, "Xiao Nuzi has been impolite, making Song daren stand for so long. Please sit down and serve the honored guest some tea."
Ah Ke saw that with just a few words, Song Qingshu was able to make his mother beam with joy, so he angrily said, "How do you know what will happen several hundred years later?"
"I came from several hundred years later, naturally I know." Song Qingshu's tone was full of calmness and confidence.
Ah Ke was too lazy to pay attention to him, he helped Chen Yuanyuan to sit on the other side.
Very quickly, the servants served tea. Song Qingshu opened the lid of the bowl, a burst of fragrance assailed his nostrils. The bowl was dark green, it was actually freshly produced Longjing tea leaves. The corners of his lips could not help revealing a mocking smile, he thought to himself, "These Longjing tea leaves were transported from Jiangnan to here, the price must be very expensive. Chen Yuanyuan, this nun, is really very extravagant." The servants also brought in a lacquer tray with eight different kinds of fine pastries. On the white disk were pine nut candy, small walnut cakes, walnut slices, rose cakes, sugar almonds, mung bean cakes, lily cakes, osmanthus candied bayberries; they were all Soviet-style pastries, exceptionally exquisite.
"Hey, my mother is serving you with good intentions, but you are laughing at her, so rude!" Ah Ke had been staring at him the whole time, noticing his expression, she could not help but angrily said.
Song Qingshu did not pay attention to her, instead, he looked at Chen Yuanyuan and said, "Does Furen know why I am laughing?"
Chen Yuanyuan did not know what was going on, she was confused.
Seeing Song Qingshu staring at his mother, Ah Ke could not help but snorting coldly.
Song Qingshu came back to his senses, he returned the greeting and said, "Turns out it is Ping Xi Wangfei, Song Mou has been impolite, I just did not expect Wangfei to be even more beautiful than the rumors say."
Chen Yuanyuan had heard this kind of thing many times, she did not take it to heart, she smiled lightly and said, "It's just a stinky body, this little girl only hates that I was born with this appearance, it has harmed the common people of the world." Speaking to this point, her eyes turned red, she could not help crying.
On the side, Ah Ke saw that as soon as Song Qingshu opened his mouth, he could not help but angrily said, "Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? Ping Xi Wangfei is someone else, my mother is not …"
Chen Yuanyuan's expression was also somewhat awkward. In the past, when she was bought by Wu Sangui's daughter, she was deeply doted on. Moreover, for her sake, Wu Sangui became a big traitor who was despised by the people of the world; in fact, in her heart, she was very moved. Originally, she planned to love him with all her heart, who would have thought that when Wu Sangui was conferred the title of Ping Xi Wangfei by the Manchurian Qing, he had misgivings about her background in the brothel, he was worried that if she became the imperial court's conferred title of Lady of Nobility, she would be ridiculed by others. Chen Yuanyuan knew his intention, her young heart immediately turned cold, she invited herself to the San Sheng Nunnery outside the city to cultivate. Wu Sangui pushed the boat with the current, resulting in the current situation.
"Why does Furen care about a mere title? Several hundred years later, who would still remember who the current Ping Xi Wangfei is? They would only think that Furen is the real Ping Xi Wangfei. "Song Qingshu sternly said.
All these years, no one had ever dared to mention the issue of title in front of her, for fear of making her sad and uncomfortable. Chen Yuanyuan herself often felt sorry for herself. Today, after being enlightened by Song Qingshu from a different angle, she unexpectedly felt a lot more comfortable in her heart. Pursing her lips into a smile, she said, "Xiao Nuzi has been impolite, making Song daren stand for so long. Please sit down and serve the honored guest some tea."
Ah Ke saw that with just a few words, Song Qingshu was able to make his mother beam with joy, so he angrily said, "How do you know what will happen several hundred years later?"
"I came from several hundred years later, naturally I know." Song Qingshu's tone was full of calmness and confidence.
Ah Ke was too lazy to pay attention to him, he helped Chen Yuanyuan to sit on the other side.
Very quickly, the servants served tea. Song Qingshu opened the lid of the bowl, a burst of fragrance assailed his nostrils. The bowl was dark green, it was actually freshly produced Longjing tea leaves. The corners of his lips could not help revealing a mocking smile, he thought to himself, "These Longjing tea leaves were transported from Jiangnan to here, the price must be very expensive. Chen Yuanyuan, this nun, is really very extravagant." The servants also brought in a lacquer tray with eight different kinds of fine pastries. On the white disk were pine nut candy, small walnut cakes, walnut slices, rose cakes, sugar almonds, mung bean cakes, lily cakes, osmanthus candied bayberries; they were all Soviet-style pastries, exceptionally exquisite.
"Hey, my mother is serving you with good intentions, but you are laughing at her, so rude!" Ah Ke had been staring at him the whole time, noticing his expression, she could not help but angrily said.
Song Qingshu did not pay attention to her, instead, he looked at Chen Yuanyuan and said, "Does Furen know why I am laughing?"
Chen Yuanyuan did not know what was going on, she was confused.
Seeing Song Qingshu staring at his mother, Ah Ke could not help but snorting coldly.
Song Qingshu came back to his senses, he returned the greeting and said, "Turns out it is Ping Xi Wangfei, Song Mou has been impolite, I just did not expect Wangfei to be even more beautiful than the rumors say."
Chen Yuanyuan had heard this kind of thing many times, she did not take it to heart, she smiled lightly and said, "It's just a stinky body, this little girl only hates that I was born with this appearance, it has harmed the common people of the world." Speaking to this point, her eyes turned red, she could not help crying.
On the side, Ah Ke saw that as soon as Song Qingshu opened his mouth, he could not help but angrily said, "Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? Ping Xi Wangfei is someone else, my mother is not …"
Chen Yuanyuan's expression was also somewhat awkward. In the past, when she was bought by Wu Sangui's daughter, she was deeply doted on. Moreover, for her sake, Wu Sangui became a big traitor who was despised by the people of the world; in fact, in her heart, she was very moved. Originally, she planned to love him with all her heart, who would have thought that when Wu Sangui was conferred the title of Ping Xi Wangfei by the Manchurian Qing, he had misgivings about her background in the brothel, he was worried that if he made her the imperial court's conferred title of Lady of Nobility, she would be ridiculed by others. Chen Yuanyuan knew his intention, her young heart immediately turned cold, thereupon she invited herself to the San Sheng Nunnery outside the city to cultivate. Wu Sangui pushed the boat with the current, resulting in the current situation.
"Why does Furen care about a mere title? Several hundred years later, who would still remember who the current Ping Xi Wangfei is? They would only think that Furen is the real Ping Xi Wangfei. "Song Qingshu sternly said.
All these years, no one had ever dared to mention the issue of title in front of her, for fear of making her sad and uncomfortable. Chen Yuanyuan herself often felt sorry for herself, but today, after being enlightened by Song Qingshu from a different angle, she unexpectedly felt a lot more comfortable in her heart. Pursing her lips, she smiled and said, "Xiao Nuzi has been impolite, letting Song Daren stand for so long. Please sit down and serve the honored guest some tea."
Ah Ke saw that with just a few words, Song Qingshu was able to make his mother beam with joy, so he angrily said, "How do you know what will happen several hundred years later?"
"I came from several hundred years later, naturally I know." Song Qingshu's tone was full of calmness and confidence.
Ah Ke was too lazy to pay attention to him, he helped Chen Yuanyuan to sit on the other side.
Very quickly, the servants served tea. Song Qingshu opened the lid of the bowl, a burst of fragrance assailed his nostrils. The bowl was dark green, unexpectedly it was the newly produced Longjing tea leaves. The corners of his lips could not help revealing a mocking smile, he thought in his heart, "This Longjing tea leaves was transported from Jiangnan to here, the price must be very expensive. Chen Yuanyuan, this nun, is really very extravagant." The servants also brought in a lacquered tray, on which there were eight kinds of fine pastries. On the white disk were pine nut candy, small walnut cakes, walnut slices, rose cakes, sugar almonds, mung bean cakes, lily cakes, osmanthus candied bayberries; all of them were Soviet-style pastries, they were exceptionally exquisite.
"Hey, my Niang is serving you with good intentions, but you have a mocking smile on your face, so rude!" Ah Ke had been staring at him all along, noticing his expression, she could not help but angrily said.
Song Qingshu did not pay attention to her, instead, he looked at Chen Yuanyuan and said, "Does Furen know why I am laughing?"
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