"Stop!" Song Qingshu hurriedly covered Ah Zi's mouth, worried that she would say something even more exaggerated.
Zhao Min looked at him with a faint smile, "Why don't you let Lady Ah Zi speak? I think it's quite interesting. "
"Cough cough ~" Song Qingshu drank a mouthful of tea and choked, "How is it interesting? Don't let Brother Xiao hear these words. My reputation in this area has always been bad, I can't let him misunderstand."
Zhao Min's smile became even wider, "You also know that your reputation isn't good."
Song Qingshu's expression became solemn, "Although I am a bit lecherous, why would I covet my brother's woman?" When he said this, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.
However, he didn't lie this time. Although Azhu was pretty, she was far from being able to make Song Qingshu disregard his friendship with Xiao Feng. Moreover, he was currently in a lot of trouble with women, which was about to develop into a disaster. How could he have the mood to casually flirt with other women?
Zhao Min still wanted to say something, but Song Qingshu's expression suddenly changed, "Shh, someone is coming!"
Not long after, Xiao Feng's forthright voice came from outside the door, "Brother Song, go down and drink!"
Ah Zi had already considerately ran over to open the door, and Song Qingshu saw Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, and Azhu standing at the door, smiling as they invited him. Xiao Yuanshan's internal energy was indeed profound. In such a short time, he had temporarily stabilized Xiao Feng's internal injuries.
Song Qingshu stood up with a strange expression, "Brother Xiao, you are seriously injured, drinking at this time …"
Xiao Feng laughed and patted his chest, "Wine may be poison to others, but to me, it's a tonic. The more I drink, the faster my injuries heal."
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, "Brother Xiao is really talented."
Zhao Min also walked to his side and said with some admiration, "King Xiao is really heroic, I admire you!"
Xiao Feng cupped his hands and said, "I still haven't thanked the princess for your help." Liao and Mongolia were allies. One was the King of Liao's Southern Courtyard, and the other was the Princess of Mongolia. Naturally, both sides had many dealings with each other.
Zhao Min pursed her lips and smiled: "Xiao Wangye is too polite."
The group chatted as they walked down. Azhu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Prince Song, do you know Zi?" Unlike Ah Zi, she was extremely happy to be reunited with her sister this time. She cherished this sisterly relationship very much. Earlier, she was busy taking care of Xiao Feng and did not have the time to ask. Now that she was slightly free, she could not help but ask.
Song Qingshu glanced at Ah Zi and revealed a playful smile. "Yeah, we know each other, and we're very familiar with each other." He thought to himself, I even know her so well, so how could I not be familiar with her?
The rest of the people present were either gentlemen or people of noble birth, so they couldn't understand the hidden meaning in his words. Only Ah Zi, who was from an evil sect, understood it instantly, and her pretty face couldn't help but blush.
"Last time, I was also chased by those Shaolin monks. Thank you for saving me, young master." Zi didn't know why, but she didn't want them to know about her relationship with Song QingShu, so she deliberately gave a vague explanation.
Song Qingshu glanced at her with a faint smile, but did not say anything.
"Then we are really fated." Xiao Feng laughed and asked everyone to sit down. Then he directly shouted, "Waiter, give me ten catties of beef and ten catties of good wine."
Song Qingshu was speechless. He thought to himself that these ancient people really drank by catties. Fortunately, Zhao Min also ordered a few exquisite side dishes.
Xiao Feng raised a bowl of wine and toasted, "Brother Song, this cup of wine is for you. As the saying goes, 'no words can express my gratitude'. If you need my help in the future, I will not hesitate to climb a mountain of knives or swim a sea of flames."
"Brother Xiao is too serious. I believe that if you saw us in danger today, you would definitely help us without hesitation." Song Qingshu replied with a smile.
"Hahaha," Xiao Feng laughed, "You and I have experienced life and death together many times. Why don't we become sworn brothers?"
Song Qingshu was shocked. He did not think that he would inadvertently increase Xiao Feng's favorability. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "I can't ask for more. It's just that Song Mou has many enemies in Jianghu. Brother Xiao, please don't mind when the time comes."
"Brother Song is famous now. I hope you don't mind me climbing up the social ladder." Xiao Feng said with a smile. Obviously, he did not mind his enemies.
"I am in my early thirties, a few years older than you. If second brother doesn't mind, I will be the big brother." Xiao Feng cupped his hands.
"Big brother!" Song Qingshu's temperament was more reserved, but at this moment, he was also a little excited. After all, whether it was in his previous life or this life, Xiao Feng was a hero that he greatly admired.
The two of them drank three big bowls of wine in a row. Then, they looked at each other and smiled.
"That's right, I have a sworn brother." Xiao Feng suddenly thought of something and said, "The Crown Prince of Dali, Duan Yu. You should have met him before. He should be the youngest. You are the second brother, and he is the third brother. If he knew that he had such a powerful second brother, I wonder how happy he would be."
"Second brother?" Song Qingshu always felt that this way of addressing him was a little awkward, especially when he remembered that Duan Yu did not have a good impression of him. He really did not want to become sworn brothers with him. However, Xiao Feng was in high spirits, so he did not want to dampen the mood.
Not wanting to change the topic to Duan Yu, Song Qingshu changed the topic and said, "Big brother, didn't I ask you before? With your martial arts and alertness, no matter how many Shaolin masters there were, they should not have been able to stop you. Why were you seriously injured and chased to a dead end?" When he asked Xiao Feng before, he happened to have fainted because of his injuries, so he asked him again.
"It's a long story." Xiao Feng smiled bitterly and said, "After I went south to help you, I did not directly return to Liao. Instead, I continued to stay in the Central Plains to investigate the matter of the leader."
"Unfortunately, along the way, the people who knew about it died one after another …" Xiao Feng was interrupted by Xiao Yuanshan before he could finish, "I killed those people. I deliberately deceived you to make you acknowledge the enemy as your father. I deserved to die."
Xiao Feng opened his mouth, but in the end, he did not say anything. After all, Xiao Yuanshan was his father, and he could not blame his father for killing people.
However, Song Qingshu was different. He said seriously, "It's fine to kill people like Master Tan, Granny Tan, and Zhao Qiansun. After all, they participated in the attack on you and your wife thirty years ago. However, Qiao Sanhuai and his wife had raised your son with great effort and treated him like their own child. Master Xuan Ku taught him martial arts, but you should not have killed these three people."
Xiao Feng looked at Song Qingshu gratefully. He had wanted to say these words, but it was not convenient for him to do so due to the relationship between father and son. Now that Song Qingshu had said it on his behalf, it could be said that a big stone had been lifted from his heart.
In Xiao Yuanshan's opinion, these Han people all had ulterior motives. Even if they were good to his son on the surface, they were just using him. However, he was afraid of the miraculous martial arts that Song Qingshu had displayed before. In addition, he had just been saved by the other party, so it was not good for him to refute. However, the expression on his face showed that he did not approve of it.
Azhu looked at him, worried that her future father-in-law would be embarrassed, so she considerately changed the topic, "Later, we received news from Ma Dayuan's widow that the leader was Dali's Duan … Duan Wangye."
Xiao Feng heard this and said with lingering fear, "Speaking of this, I am afraid. So it was Madam Ma's plan to divert the trouble, causing me to almost kill Azhu, making a big mistake."
Zhao Min couldn't help but ask, "Even if you went to find Dali's Duan Zheng Chun, why would it cause you to almost kill Miss Azhu?" Song Qingshu had read the original work, but Zhao Min was involved in it, so she naturally didn't know.
Xiao Feng looked at Azhu with pity and said, "Because Azhu is Duan Zheng Chun's biological daughter. She only found out about it after we arrived in Dali, but this silly girl didn't tell me and only secretly disguised herself as Duan Zheng Chun to fight with me."
Zhao Min exclaimed, "This is too dangerous! If people who love each other can't be honest with each other, then it is easy to cause a tragedy. "
Even Song Qingshu was curious why the plot did not develop like the original work.
"Yes," Xiao Feng said happily, "Fortunately, when I went out that day, a mysterious person secretly sent me a message, telling me that the leader was someone else."
"Mysterious person?" Song Qingshu subconsciously looked at Xiao Yuanshan.
Xiao Yuanshan shook his head, "It wasn't me."
Xiao Feng replied, "That person just tied a note to a dart and shot it from afar, and soon disappeared. That person's martial arts was very good, and I was still thinking about the battle later, so I didn't chase after him."
"But fortunately, he reminded me, and then I knew that the leader was someone else. I was going to ask Duan Zheng Chun about it, but then I found out that it was Azhu in disguise."
Azhu also pursed her lips and smiled, "You don't know how happy I was when I found out that my father was not the leader."
Zi, who was on the side, curled her lips, "You two are silly. How old is my father? He was only a teenager thirty years ago. Will those famous people in the Central Plains listen to him and regard him as the leader?"
Song Qingshu nodded in agreement. In fact, this was also the point that countless readers in later generations complained about.
Azhu explained, "We also had such doubts at the beginning, and we also asked Madam Ma. Who knew that Madam Ma said that Lord Duan was a playboy and knew how to keep his appearance, so that he was actually very old, but on the surface he looked only in his forties."
"No wonder." Zhao Min listened and nodded secretly.
Xiao Feng continued, "The mysterious person's letter said that the leader was an important figure in Shaolin. I didn't dare to believe it easily, so I decided to secretly go to Shaolin to verify it. Who knew that when I sneaked into that person's meditation room, there were already countless masters lying in ambush, and they suddenly shot arrows at me, causing me to be seriously injured."
Song Qingshu couldn't help but praise, "So many masters of Shaolin deliberately and unintentionally attacked you, but they couldn't kill you. It shows how powerful you are."
Only a strong person like Xiao Feng could kill a bloody path in that extreme environment. If it was Duan Yu or some other academic masters, they might have been killed in a single encounter.
Xiao Feng smiled bitterly, "It's not that easy. I just risked my life to escape from that meditation room. It's impossible to escape from Shaolin. Fortunately, my father helped me."
Xiao Yuanshan snorted, "With so many top masters besieging you, I didn't have the ability to save you. Thanks to Azhu and Zi's cleverness, they set fire to the Shaolin Temple to create chaos, and we took advantage of the chaos to rush out of the temple."
Hearing his praise, Zi raised her chin proudly, but Azhu lowered her head and smiled shyly. Song Qingshu saw this and couldn't help but secretly sigh. Although they were sisters born from the same mother, their temperaments were not at all like each other.
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