At first, Song Qingshu thought that Xue Yi had returned because he didn't want to see Shen Bijun marry into the Liao Imperial Palace and bring shame to the Southern Song imperial family. However, he quickly recognized the difference between the man's figure and Xue Yi's.
"Could it be an assassin?" Song Qingshu couldn't understand why Shen Bijun was in so much trouble. He had just dealt with Xue Yi yesterday, and now a new assassin had appeared out of nowhere.
However, he didn't move. After yesterday's incident, Yelu Yixin was already on guard. Apart from the "dowry" like himself, the rest of the guards were the best of the best.
As expected, the guards disguised as the procession quickly took out their weapons and moved to block the man. However, the black-clothed man was also quite skilled. A cold light flashed in his hand as he unsheathed his saber. Even Song Qingshu, who was far away, could feel the sharp saber energy.
"This person's saber technique has already reached the level of a grandmaster. In time, his attainments in saber techniques will not be inferior to Xue Yi's attainments in swordsmanship." Song QingShu objectively compared the two of them. This black-clothed man was slightly inferior to Xue Yi, but it was mainly in terms of skill and experience. Although this black-clothed man was masked, Song QingShu could still see that he was still young and had a bright future.
"Eh?" Song Qingshu suddenly noticed a strange phenomenon. Although the black-clothed man's saber technique was fierce and he had defeated more than ten guards in a few moves, those guards had only temporarily lost the ability to fight. Their lives weren't in danger.
The black-clothed man was unstoppable and quickly broke through the guards' defensive circle. Of course, it wasn't because the Wei Manor's guards were useless, but because everything had happened so suddenly that the guards didn't have time to stop him. As long as the guards could recover, no matter how fierce a tiger was, it would be bitten to death by a pack of wolves.
Song QingShu frowned, worried that something might happen to Shen Bijun. He was just about to secretly stop the black-clothed man, but what happened next caused him to pull back his hand in surprise.
After the black-clothed man rushed into the carriage, he grabbed Shen Bijun's arm. "Bijun, I'll take you away!"
"Eh?" Song Qingshu felt like this was a melodramatic play. From the current situation, this black-clothed man wasn't an assassin, but a bride.
He felt the black-clothed man's voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was. However, he could tell from his words that he knew Shen Bijun. He would wait and see how she would react.
As expected, Shen Bijun recognized him. However, she pulled back her hand and shook her head. Although her voice was weak, it was filled with determination. "I'm not leaving."
"What?" The black-clothed man was stunned. It had to be known that he had made a mental struggle for a long time before he decided to take the risk to come here. Who knew that he would get such an answer in return.
"Hurry up and leave. Otherwise, you'll be in danger when the guards arrive." Shen Bijun urged. If it was half a month ago, she would be very happy to have this chance, but now she knew that Shen Yuan's family had been exterminated and she was being chased by the Song Dynasty. Even if she escaped, what could she do?
Shen Bijun urged. If it was half a month ago, she would have been very happy to have such an opportunity. But now, she knew that the Shen Family had been exterminated and she was being chased by the Song Dynasty. Even if she escaped, what could she do?
Although Song Qingshu was far away, he could still hear their conversation. He thought of all the people that Shen Bijun might know. Who would appear here to save her and be skilled with the saber?
Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind. He finally remembered who this black-clothed man was. He was Xiao Eleventh Lang, who was entangled with Shen Bijun in the original work!
He hadn't thought that in this world, the two of them would have a similar relationship based on fate. Presumably, the time they spent together on the road from Lin 'an to Shangjing had caused Xiao Eleventh Lang to unknowingly fall in love with this fated woman.
Song Qingshu thought that it was no wonder he felt the other person was familiar. He had seen Xiao Eleventh Lang at Xiao Xiama's place and had fought with him. That was why he felt the other's voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember.
At this time, Xiao Eleventh Lang noticed the determination in Shen Bijun's eyes and knew that she wouldn't go with him. In addition, the nearby guards were gradually surrounding them. He knew that if he stayed any longer, he would die here. Helplessly, he could only look deeply at Shen Bijun. Then he used his qinggong and disappeared into the distance using the complicated terrain.
Song QingShu secretly complained, wondering why Xiao Eleventh Lang had to do it in broad daylight if he wanted to snatch the bride, especially on such a heavily guarded day like today. The degree of difficulty was many levels higher. Could it be that the hero complex in his bones was causing him to think that this would move the bride even more?
As he silently cursed, this little interlude did not affect the procession. After all, Yelu Yixin's subordinates had made all kinds of preparations beforehand, and this kind of disturbance was expected.
The rest of the journey was calm. Very quickly, they arrived at the Liao Imperial Palace. Shen Bijun's flower carriage was led through the palace gates by the servants. A gentle breeze blew past and coincidentally lifted a corner of the curtain, revealing her sorrowful but devastatingly beautiful face. To the side, many palace maids and eunuchs couldn't help but discuss, "This new concubine is as beautiful as a fairy. In the future, she will definitely be doted upon."
"I don't think so. The empress's appearance is not inferior to hers."
"That's true."
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Hearing the whispers of these people, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be curious. What kind of person was this empress they spoke of? In their hearts, she was on par with Shen Bijun's appearance?
Someone had already come to lead the dowry in another direction. Song Qingshu was not surprised. After thinking about it, he could not go in and out with the Emperor's concubine. However, he was not picky about his living environment. It was fine as long as there was a bed.
He began to think about how to find possible traces of Murong Jingyue in the Imperial Palace. Before he knew it, he had already arrived. After being led into the room, Song Qingshu suddenly realized something was wrong. This did not look like a place for people to live in.
Feeling the temperature in the air was several degrees higher than outside, and seeing the small shovels in the hands of the eunuchs, and the moaning that came from some of the rooms, Song Qingshu couldn't help but pause. He instinctively raised his head and saw the three words on a signboard: "Ceremonial Room."
"What's going on?" Song Qingshu was dazed for a moment. Then someone led them to their own small rooms.
"Lie down!" An old eunuch glanced at him and said coolly. At the same time, he played with a small shining shovel to sterilize the fire.
"What is this place?" Song Qingshu's expression was not good. He had a faint guess in his heart.
"Of course it is a place to be cleansed." The old eunuch had no intention of paying attention to him. Instead, it was the person who had led him here who explained, "The Imperial Palace cannot allow men to enter as they please, so you musicians as part of the dowry have to be cleansed."
"What?!"
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