Despite his reluctance, Song Qingshu had to leave the Golden Snake Camp and go to Daxing Prefecture of the Jin Kingdom.
Along the way, he met people fleeing north from time to time. Apparently, they had to flee their homes after hearing that a war was about to break out in the south. Interestingly, most of them were Han people. Song Qingshu found it strange at first. Shouldn't the Han people be welcoming the Southern Song Dynasty's northern expedition?
But he soon realized that it had been a long time since he came to this world. He gradually understood that the people at the bottom of the social ladder were busy with three meals a day and struggling with food and clothing. They didn't have the leisure to care about national affairs. Those who had the energy to care about these things were usually the hot-blooded scholars who came from well-off families.
For the people at the bottom of the social ladder, war meant danger to their lives, starvation, and homelessness …
"When the people prosper, the people suffer; when the people perish, the people suffer …" Song Qingshu was never a saint who bemoaned the state of the universe and the fate of mankind, but he was deeply touched by the miserable situation of some refugees. He became more determined to unify the world as soon as possible and keep the people away from the chaos of war.
They rushed to Daxing Manor without stopping. The number of guards at the city gate was doubled compared to usual, and the streets were filled with soldiers patrolling everywhere. It was obvious that the atmosphere in the city was much more solemn and tense than usual. Obviously, it was because of the impending war.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment and decided to go to Tang Kuo's Mansion first. After all, it was broad daylight. Even with his superb Lightness Skill, it was not easy to sneak into the heavily guarded Jin Kingdom's palace.
When he was near Tang Kuo's Mansion, Song Qingshu looked at the guards at the gate and felt depressed. "I didn't expect that I can't go through the front door to my own home. It's so depressing to think about it."
In fact, it was easy for him to enter as Tang Kuo Bian, but he didn't know if the other "Tang Kuo Bian" was in the mansion. If there were two "Tang Kuo Bian" at the same time, it would be troublesome. Of course, if he said Song Qingshu's name, he could enter openly. After all, he was Tang Kuo Bian's sworn brother. But now that the Southern Song Dynasty's northern expedition was imminent, all the Han people in the world were paying attention to it. He didn't want to get into trouble.
After hesitating for a while near the entrance, he finally made a detour to a secluded wall in the backyard. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching, he quietly climbed over the wall.
Now that Tang Kuo Bian was the head of all the officials in the Jin Kingdom, his mansion was naturally heavily guarded. Song Qingshu found many hidden sentries along the way. Thanks to his familiarity with the situation in the mansion, he did not trigger the alarm along the way.
Overhearing the conversation of some servants passing by, Song Qingshu said that "Tang Kuobian" was now dealing with government affairs in the study. He wondered who was pretending to be Tang Kuobian …
On the Jin side, most of the time, it was Zi Shan Dragon Queen, Taj-kis, who pretended to be Tang Kuo Bian, and Ge Bi, who pretended to be the Emperor, Wanyan Xi, who guarded the palace with Wanyan Ping. But sometimes, they would switch roles, so he was not sure who was in the study.
Thinking of the glamorous and arrogant Zi Shan Dragon Queen, the gentle and moving Ge Bi, and the lively and youthful Wanyan Ping, Song Qingshu felt a trace of tenderness in his heart. This was like another home for him, especially Ge Bi, who could bring him the warmth of a home and the tenderness of a wife. Although she always asked him to appear as Tang Kuobian, especially when they were intimate …
But why would Song Qingshu, who came from the future, care about the gains and losses of this city and land? What he cared more about was the actual benefits, so he was happy to play the role-playing game with her. Occasionally, when she was extremely aroused, he would return to his original appearance. The shyness and anger on her face made him feel a strong sense of conquest.
"Who is it?" Thinking of some charming scenes, Song Qingshu could not help but breathe heavily. In the study, "Tang Kuobian" suddenly raised his head and raised his hand, shooting a hidden weapon at Song Qingshu.
Feeling the strong wind coming at him, Song QingShu cried out in shame. He hastily stretched out his hand to block the hidden weapons and opened his palm to take a look. It turned out to be a few golden flowers.
"So it's Taj-tish." Song Qingshu smiled faintly. This was Zi Shan Dragon Queen's unique hidden weapon.
Meanwhile, Taitish was in the study handling the sea of letters that had been sent in from various places. Suddenly, she heard a commotion outside her door. Without hesitation, she shot out a concealed weapon from her sleeve. After all, she had specifically instructed the servants of the residence to not take a single step into this small courtyard without her command.
Sensing that the other party had neutralized her hidden weapon with a raise of his hand, Taj-tish's heart shivered. She knew that the person who came was a top-notch expert and she was not his match. Just as she was about to call for the guards to warn them, she suddenly saw the other party's appearance. Her mouth opened halfway and she forcefully swallowed the words she was about to say.
"The red lips of the number one beauty of the martial arts world in the past were so tender and alluring. It's a pity that you have a full beard now." Song Qingshu pushed open the door and said with a teasing expression.
Taj-tish rolled her eyes at him and raised her hand to cover her face. By the time she pulled down her sleeve, she had already restored her icy cold, peerless and gorgeous appearance.
At this moment, the guards outside heard the commotion and ran over. "Milord, what happened?"
"It's nothing. Withdraw. Without my command, no one is to come near!" Taj-tish flicked her sleeve and closed the door, then coldly said.
"Yes!" Without the slightest hesitation, the group of guards silently withdrew.
Song Qingshu looked at her in surprise. "The Dragon King's skill in controlling his subordinates has truly impressed me. You are truly worthy of strict obedience."
"No matter what, I was once the Holy Maiden of the Ming Dynasty's Headquarter and the head of the Four Kings of the Ming Dynasty of the Central Plains." Hearing his praise, the corners of Taj-tish's lips couldn't help but curl into a beautiful arc.
Song Qingshu walked over and pulled her into his embrace. Wantonly feeling the body that countless men in the martial arts world yearned for. He smiled and said, "However, the thing that makes me the happiest today isn't your well-trained subordinates, but something else."
"What is it?" A faint blush flashed across Taj-tish's fair cheeks. Given her character, she wasn't used to being so pampered by a man, especially one who was younger than her.
Taj-tish's body was plump and soft. Song Qingshu felt as though he was hugging a ripe water lily. "I'm happy that your first reaction upon seeing me was to restore your appearance. Evidently, you've already begun to care about your image in my heart. As the saying goes, a woman dresses up for the man who pleases her. How can I not be happy?"
Taj-tish was startled. Could it be that she had unknowingly gradually accepted him? After all, back then, she had been half-forced by him to possess her body …
Although she was a little flustered, she didn't have the slightest intention of admitting it. "Who said that? I'm not used to wearing that mask anyway. My face is covered with a full beard and it's so prickly."
Song Qingshu moved closer to her cheek and sized her up. "Let me take a look. Dragon King, your delicate skin is so sensitive to being pricked by the beard on the mask. That would be a real waste of God's gift."
Being so close to him, to the point where she could even feel his breath, Taj-tish's skin couldn't help but tremble slightly. Somewhat flusteredly, she got up from his embrace and said, "You're only a few years older than my daughter. Don't tease an old woman like me like I'm a little girl."
Song Qingshu laughed. "The Dragon King's skin is so smooth that it looks as though it's going to break at the slightest breeze, and your figure is still as graceful as a young girl's. When the two of us stand together, people who don't know you might even think that you're my younger sister. How am I old?"
In this world, Xiao Zhao was only fifteen or sixteen years old, while Zi Shan Dragon King was only in her early thirties. Song Qingshu was also nearing his thirties. The age gap between him and Xiao Zhao was much greater than that between him and Zi Shan Dragon King.
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