Over the next few days, one taught Song QingShu about the customs of the south while the other studied seriously. Because Song QingShu could understand the Mountain Yin language and had a good understanding of the south, he learned quickly. Of course, in Shen Bijun's eyes, he was just pretending to understand.
Two days later, Yelu Yixin suddenly appeared with some people and asked how Song Qingshu was doing.
Shen Bijun deliberately praised him, saying that he now knew the customs of the south like the back of his hand. Many people in Jiangnan could not compare to him.
At first, Song Qingshu was a bit dazed. He didn't understand why Shen Bijun suddenly spoke up for him, but he quickly realized that she was deliberately putting him on a pedestal to raise Yelu Yixin's expectations. When the time came, the higher he was, the harder he would fall.
As expected, the astute Yelu Yixin was clearly not satisfied with listening to her side of the story. Instead, he personally tested Song Qingshu on some of the customs of the south. After all, this was related to a very important plan …
He asked all kinds of questions, and Song Qingshu was secretly surprised. Yelu Yixin was a Khitan, but no one had such a deep understanding of Han culture. But then he thought about it. The nomads of the north had a certain degree of Han culture after entering the Central Plains. Even the emperor and empress imitated the Han people in poetry and painting. It wasn't strange for a noble to know these things.
Song Qingshu was only surprised, but Shen Bijun's eyes widened in shock. Many of Yelu Yixin's questions were relatively unfamiliar, and even she didn't know how to answer them. Who would have thought that this man would answer so cleverly?
After the test, Yelu Yixin was very satisfied with the result. "Miss Shen is indeed a famous talented woman to be able to teach like this in just a few days." Of course, he didn't think that this ordinary zither player was talented and subconsciously attributed it to Shen Bijun.
Shen Bijun had an awkward expression and didn't know how to respond. She secretly glanced at Song Qingshu and saw that his expression was calm and didn't seem angry at all. He also didn't have any intention of complaining to Yelu Yixin. She couldn't help but secretly sigh in relief. Then she became even more curious. So he didn't lie to me, but how did he understand the Shanyin language?
"By the way, I came here today to inform you that you will be sent to the imperial palace tomorrow morning," Yelu Yixin suddenly said.
"Us?" Song Qingshu was stunned.
"That's right. As a zither player, you will enter the palace with Shen … cough cough, Miss Xiao." Yelu Yixin had changed his address at the last minute. Shen Bijun was no longer the young miss of the Shen family from Jiangnan. She now had a new identity, the younger sister of the son-in-law Xiao Xiamao — Xiao Tansi.
Song Qingshu glanced at Shen Bijun and saw that her face was expressionless. Yelu Yixin had clearly informed her beforehand.
"What, do you have a problem?" Yelu Yixin's eyes flashed fiercely.
"No problem." Song Qingshu forced a smile. He thought that he had to find a chance to discuss this with Zhao Min. After all, he had infiltrated the Wei household to investigate Murong Jingyue's whereabouts. Now that he had found nothing and was being transferred to the imperial palace, wouldn't that mean that all his previous efforts had been for naught?
"That's good," Yelu Yixin said lightly. "Miss Xiao, please return to your room and rest. I still have some things to tell Sir Zhao." In reality, he had no intention of consulting Shen Bijun. As soon as he finished speaking, a servant girl supported Shen Bijun and left.
But as Shen Bijun left, she looked deeply at Song Qingshu. As expected, he was one of Yelu Yixin's people. The faint trace of apology and curiosity that had risen up earlier instantly disappeared.
After Shen Bijun left, Yelu Yixin's face suddenly darkened. "You should know what you are going to do after entering the palace."
Song Qingshu was shocked. He thought, 'What the hell do I know? I didn't expect that Zhao Min would actually trigger a hidden plot by randomly choosing someone to impersonate?'
Seeing him stutter, Yelu Yixin sneered. "I know what you are worried about. I came here today to tell you that I have arranged for your parents, wife, and children to be well protected in a safe place. As long as you follow my instructions obediently, they will be fine."
"Yes." Song Qingshu lowered his head slightly, taking the opportunity to hide his shocked eyes. He wondered what task Yelu Yixin had given Zhao Weiyi. It seemed that Zhao Weiyi had been selected long ago. Even if he hadn't performed exceedingly to arouse Shen Bijun's worries, he would still have been selected in the end.
After nightfall, Song Qingshu secretly found a chance to sneak out and return to the Little South Tower. He told Zhao Min and Icy Snow what had happened today.
Hearing that he was going to be sent to the palace as a dowry, the two women laughed unkindly, making Song Qingshu's face turn darker.
After laughing, Zhao Min said, "It's good to take this opportunity to enter the palace to investigate. I suspect that Murong Jingyue's other hiding place is in the palace."
"But what about the Wei Wangfu?" Song Qingshu frowned.
"I have sent a few people to infiltrate the Wei Wangfu through other means in order to support you. Let them be in charge of the investigation." Zhao Min continued, "And it seems that Yelu Yixin has a big plan. If we don't do anything, it may harm our interests. You should take advantage of the situation and develop things in our favor at the critical moment."
Song Qingshu nodded. "That's good too." Thinking about how Xiao Ban and Yelu Qi were framed, he vaguely felt that Yelu Yixin was weaving a big net. He just didn't know who would be caught in it in the end.
He realized that he couldn't see through Yelu Yixin. In the future, they would most likely be enemies because of their different standpoints. At that time, how to face Yelu Nanxian would be a big problem.
"That Miss Shen is also a pitiful person. Qingshu, help her if you can." Icy Snow had heard about Shen Bijun's experience from Zhao Min. She couldn't help but sympathize with her. The kind-hearted Icy Snow couldn't help but advise Song Qingshu.
Before Song QingShu could answer, Zhao Min burst into laughter, "Elder Sister, you can rest assured. Even if you did not say anything, with his tender and protective nature, he would definitely not sit by and watch Young Lady Shen suffer. Am I right, Young Master Song?"
Song Qingshu hurriedly said sternly, "Of course, it's the duty of us righteous people to fight the strong and help the weak!"
"Tsk, you make it sound nice." Zhao Min snorted disdainfully. "Why don't you go help those homeless beggars on the roadside?"
At this time, Icy Snow also pursed her lips and smiled. "I heard that Miss Shen is known as the first beauty in Shanyin City. She must be very beautiful."
"She's not just the first beauty in Shanyin City. If it weren't for the fact that she stays at home and doesn't have a good reputation, it wouldn't be a problem for her to compete for the first beauty in Jiangnan." Zhao Min recalled the scene when she first met her and couldn't help sighing. "Even a woman like me can't help but be moved by that pitiful look, let alone some playboys."
Song Qingshu broke into a sweat. "When did you two become so tacit? You're teaming up to tease me."
Zhao Min raised her smooth jade-like chin. "I'm just reminding you not to be blinded by beauty."
Song Qingshu couldn't stand the two women's continuous bombardment. He hurriedly said that he had been out for too long and was afraid of being discovered by Wei Wang Fu's people. Hearing the two women's bell-like laughter coming from the room behind him, he couldn't help but sigh. No wonder the Emperors of each dynasty would let the women in the harem fight each other. Otherwise, if those women were happy and harmonious, they would unite to target the men.
When he returned to Wei Wang Fu, Song Qingshu suddenly saw a shadow flash in the corner of his eyes. He turned his head and saw a black shadow flying into the fu from a remote place.
"Eh, his qinggong is actually this good?" Song Qingshu was startled. A qinggong that he recognized was definitely first-rate in Jianghu. His expression immediately became strange. Usually, the qinggong of a rapist in Jianghu was not bad. Moreover, he didn't look like a good person from sneaking around. It would be bad if he had any ideas about Yelu Nanxian.
With this thought in mind, he could no longer suppress the worry in his heart. He hurriedly and quietly followed. The black-clothed man's movement technique was exquisite and he was also very alert. From time to time, he would look back to see if anyone was following him. Fortunately, Song Qingshu's qinggong had reached an unprecedented level. Otherwise, he really might have been discovered.
Seeing that the black-clothed man did not go in the direction of Yelu Nanxian's residence, but instead headed towards the western courtyard, Song Qingshu finally relaxed. It seemed like he wasn't looking for Yelu Nanxian. Suddenly, he remembered that Yelu Nanxian hadn't been home for the past few days. He had worried for nothing.
But very quickly, his expression turned serious again. He found that the direction the black-clothed man was heading in was a little familiar. It was the place he had been living for a while.
Of course, Song Qingshu didn't think that this person would go through so much trouble to sneak into Wei Wang Fu just to find a downtrodden zither player. It was obvious that he was aiming for a more attractive target.
As expected, the black-clothed man turned left and right and finally arrived at Shen Bijun's courtyard. The guards stationed in the courtyard didn't even have time to react before he killed them with a single slash.
It could be said that in the blink of an eye, a cold light appeared in the black-clothed man's hand. The speed of his sword was so fast that it was rarely seen in the world.
"Xue Yi's men?" Seeing the other party attack, Song Qingshu had already recognized his identity. When Yelu Nanxian's brother was killed in prison, he had suspected that it was Xue Yi's men who did it. So he went to find Qin Keqing and the others. But when he arrived at the Southern Song's stronghold, it was already empty and it was obvious that there had been a fierce battle.
"I wonder how Qin Keqing is doing?" As the saying goes, a night of marriage means a hundred days of love. Qin Keqing's soft body and endless gentleness and charm was something that Song Qingshu couldn't forget.
After recognizing the other party's identity, Song Qingshu wasn't in a hurry to show himself. After all, Xue Yi was from the Imperial City Department and had been investigating Shen Bijun's whereabouts. Perhaps he was here to rescue her.
The moment Xue Yi entered the room, there were two muffled groans. It was clear that Shen Bijun's maid had been knocked unconscious. Sensing a black-clothed person barging in, Shen Bijun subconsciously cried out, but Xue Yi quickly said, "Young Miss Shen, I'm from the Imperial City Department."
Outside the window, Song Qingshu frowned. Xue Yi had actually called her Miss Shen and not Crown Princess. But thinking about it, it was easy to understand. After this incident, even if Shen Bijun was still pure, the Southern Song imperial family wouldn't allow her to become the Crown Princess.
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These two days, the university's tutors had come here to play and had to receive them, so the updates were a bit unstable.
In addition, the most recent chapter mentioned Shen Bijun. Last night, on a whim, he wrote a picture about Shen Bijun and posted it on the public account. Those who were interested could add the public account: Monk Liu Ru and see what the number one beauty of the martial world looked like.
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