Song Qingshu said gloomily, "Is it really so hard to accept marrying me?"
Ah Ke was stunned when she heard this. She carefully looked at Song Qingshu. He had straight eyebrows, starry eyes, and a tall figure. In addition, he had become a favorite of Kangxi at a young age. It seemed that he was not as bad as she had imagined …
"I'm asking you a question. What do you mean by looking at me blushing and not talking?" Song Qingshu said speechlessly.
"Who's blushing? I just came from Chuxiu Palace to warm up. "Ah Ke was still stubborn." Anyway, I don't want to marry you. I … don't have feelings for you. "
Song Qingshu laughed. "You say it as if I really want to marry you."
"What do you mean!" Ah Ke stomped her feet and glared at him angrily.
"Don't worry, I have a way to make the Emperor take back his order. He won't want you to marry me." Song Qingshu said with a faint smile. He didn't sleep at the Viscount Mansion all night. He thought about many things in his mind, and how to refuse the marriage was one of them.
"That's good." Ah Ke let out a long sigh of relief and showed a bright smile. She suddenly thought of something and was a little unhappy. "Hey, why don't you want to marry me?"
Noticing that Song Qingshu looked at her as if she was crazy, Ah Ke was also a little embarrassed. "Since I was a child, I have never seen a woman more beautiful than me except for my mother. As a Junzhu, you should be full of regret and disappointment that you can't marry me. Why do you look like you don't care about me …" Her tone was full of arrogance and indignation.
Women were troublesome. If he married her, he would make trouble. If he didn't marry her, he would make trouble. Song Qingshu curled his lips. "First, if marrying a wife is just to pursue beauty, I can pursue your mother. Why should I look for you? Second, in today's chaotic world, there are disputes between countries. Emperors are everywhere, and princesses are as many as dogs. What are you, a Junzhu? "
"You dare to insult my mother?" Ah Ke more or less knew that Chen Yuanyuan had some rough experiences in the past, so he couldn't tolerate others talking nonsense about Chen Yuanyuan. This time, when he heard Song Qingshu's frivolous words, he was immediately furious. He raised his hand and swung it at Song Qingshu's face.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Song Qingshu felt a little regretful. Just now, he was just a little unhappy with Ah Ke's overbearing attitude. Now that he thought about it, Ah Ke was just a spoiled and unruly young girl. She hadn't really made any big mistakes, and he was really too petty to treat her like this.
Although he felt guilty, when he saw Ah Ke slap him, Song QingShu didn't shamelessly move his face forward to receive it. He took a step back and reached out to grab her wrist tightly so that her slap couldn't land on him again. Song Qingshu was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed. It turned out that Ah Ke would sometimes ask the Ping Xi Wang Mansion's imperial bodyguards for martial arts. Although she didn't put much effort into learning, those masters didn't dare to not teach her with all their heart. Although the Ping Xi Wang Mansion's imperial bodyguards couldn't be considered great masters, each and every one of them had excellent martial arts. As a result, although Ah Ke's martial arts wasn't very good, she had many exquisite and strange moves.
Ah Ke saw that her right wrist was being held by Song Qingshu. Gritting her teeth, she used her right leg as a fulcrum, twisted her waist at an odd angle, raised her left leg, and kicked Song Qingshu's head from behind. Chapter 152: Who Stirred Up a Young Girl
Unfortunately, the difference in martial arts between the two was too great. Although Song Qingshu was surprised, in the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, he still stretched out his left hand to block her leg whip.
At this moment, Ah Ke's waist was bent at an exaggerated angle, her wrist and ankle were both held in Song Qingshu's hand, only her right foot was left standing on the ground. It was quite similar to the Han Dynasty's' sleeve up and waist bent 'dance posture.
Song Qingshu held her wrist and foot, the tip of his nose caught a whiff of the faint fragrance of a young girl. He subconsciously closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Ah Ke was restrained in such an embarrassing posture, she was already quite embarrassed. Noticing his action, she became even more embarrassed and angry: "Why haven't you let me go yet!" There was a trace of sobbing in her voice.
Song Qingshu finally came back to his senses and let go of Ah Ke. He looked at her with an embarrassed expression, not knowing what to say.
Straightening out her dress, Ah Ke's ears were already red. She raised her head and glared at Song Qingshu. Fiercely stamping her foot, she said, "Song Qingshu, I hate you!" Finished speaking, she covered her mouth and ran out.
Song Qingshu also knew that his behavior was a bit impulsive, but it was not good for him to chase after her to explain, so he could only calm down and walk to the imperial study.
"What, you are not willing to marry Princess Ah Ke?" Kangxi put down the memorial and frowned at Song Qingshu.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Sometimes, not only art but also courage was needed to refuse.
"Why?" Kangxi became suspicious, "I saw Princess Ah Ke yesterday. She is indeed the most beautiful woman in the world. Why are you not willing?"
"I already have a wife at home. My wife is the current Sect Leader of the Emei Sect, Zhou Zhiruo. Our relationship as husband and wife is very deep. In the past, when my meridians were broken and my life was in danger, she never left me. Let me ask you, after I have made a name for myself, how could I bear to abandon my wife who has been through hardships and hardships? And Ah Ke is a dignified princess. Naturally, she can't be someone's concubine. So, I have to disappoint Your Majesty's good intentions. " Although Song Qingshu was talking about Zhou Zhiruo, the scenes of Icy Snow accompanying him to treat his injuries appeared in his mind. A gentle smile appeared on his lips.
Kangxi suddenly remembered that he had sent someone to investigate Song Qingshu's background. It seemed that he already had a wife at home. He was very displeased.
The imperial study fell into a strange silence. When Song Qingshu was feeling uneasy, Kangxi said, "Fine, let's put this matter aside for now. Now, there is another matter that needs your immediate attention."
"But, I still have to be responsible for Brother Wei's funeral." Shuang 'er's delicate and powerless appearance appeared in Song Qingshu's mind. He was worried that after he left, no one would take care of her and something would happen to her.
"Don't worry. I have already sent Dolong to his residence to help," Kangxi said.
"What is so urgent?" Since things had come to this, Song Qingshu knew that it was useless to say more, so he could only ask.
"I recently received news that the former Cult Master of Sun Moon God Cult, Ren Woxing, has reappeared in Jianghu. He has invited many experts and seems to want to go to Blackwood Cliff to regain the position of Cult Master. Cult Master Dongfang leads Sun Moon God Cult and has always had a close relationship with the imperial court of our Great Qing Dynasty.
I hope nothing will happen to Cult Master Dongfang. " Kangxi said with a slight frown, "Originally, Cult Master Dongfang's divine power is unparalleled and I don't need to worry about him. However, I remembered that he seemed to have suffered serious internal injuries after his battle with Feng Qingyang. Just in case, I sent you to Blackwood Cliff to help Cult Master Dongfang."
"Ren Woxing?" Song Qingshu was shocked. He remembered that in the original work, Dongfang Bubai was besieged to death by Ren Woxing, Linghu Chong, and the others. In this life, he knew that Dongfang Bubai was a girl. Naturally, Song Qingshu wouldn't sit by and watch all this happen.
"Time is pressing. You should leave immediately," Kangxi nodded and ordered. "This subject takes his leave!"
After leaving the imperial study, Song Qingshu stood motionlessly on a rockery. Not long after, a faint figure emerged from the shadows.
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