Song Qingshu smiled sheepishly: "It's all because I trusted your abilities. I knew that with you guarding Yangzhou, Xia Quan would not be able to take it down. The result was just as I expected. You even took advantage of the moment when he and Liu Gu cooperated and sent out your troops to beat him to a pulp."
"You don't have to flatter me," Zhou Zhiruo said impatiently, "During this period of time, I didn't even dare to sleep. I racked my brains every day, afraid that I would lose your Yangzhou. But in the end, you didn't come back to help, but instead ran off to have fun with other women."
Song Qingshu's face darkened: "Didn't I go to the Red Coat Army to help?"
"Is that so?" The more Zhou Zhiruo spoke, the angrier she became. "I don't believe that when you, the great King Song, came back, Liu Gu would still dare to be so presumptuous. Xia Quan and his motley crew saw that you were in Yangzhou City, how would they dare to attack? " She was not lying. These past few years, whether it was martial arts or victory on the battlefield, Song Qingshu's name had shaken the world. With him here, Xia Quan might not dare to attack.
Song Qingshu had no choice but to explain: "But if that happened, Xia Quan would retreat into the forest, how would we be able to catch him? We can't always be on guard against thieves. I thought that it would be better to remove the firewood from under the pot than to stop the boiling. So, I went to the Red Coat Army to solve this problem. " As he spoke, he pointed to the valley, "Look, now that Xia Quan is dead, Liu Gu is also finished. Their troops can also be absorbed by us, it can be said that it is killing many birds with one stone."
Zhou Zhiruo knew that what he said made sense, but when she saw Yang Miaozhen's valiant and heroic appearance in the valley, she looked like a blooming rose. She was so beautiful that she attracted all the men's attention. She felt a bit jealous: "Can't you always stay in Yangzhou? That way, Xia Quan will never come back and you can always be with me."
Hearing the bitterness in her words, Song Qingshu remembered that they had been apart more than together these days. He knew that he was a little incompetent, so he wisely shut his mouth and stopped adding fuel to the fire.
Zhou Zhiruo felt much more relaxed after venting her pent-up dissatisfaction. She didn't want to be entangled in this matter. She quickly collected her emotions and returned her attention to the battlefield in the valley.
Zhou Zhiruo could not help but sigh as she watched Yang Miaozhen galloping back and forth on her steed, berating Xia Quan's subordinates for surrendering. Her scarlet cape fluttered in the wind, making her look like a goddess of war. I have to admit, your taste in women is pretty good. "
Song Qingshu opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to explain the relationship between the two of them. But the various images of that night appeared in his mind and he could not help but close his mouth. It seemed that there was nothing to explain …
On the top of the mountain, while Zhou Zhiruo was sizing up the other party, Yang Miaozhen was also sizing her up. She saw her beautiful figure standing on the top of the mountain. The mountain wind blew her dress, and it seemed that even her delicate body was swaying. She could not help but wonder in her heart: She really is a peerless beauty, but she looks a little too thin and weak.
But she remembered that the other party seemed to have won the title of the world's number one in the martial arts world. In addition, not long ago, she was outnumbered and defeated Xia Quan. She did not dare to look down on the other party anymore. She thought to herself: She is a little fairy who walked out of a painting. She is not like you, a tomboy who mingles with men all day long. If I were a man, I would also like her style.
Thinking of this, she felt a burst of vexation in her heart. She became more and more merciless. Those who were still stubbornly resisting, one after another, were killed by her.
She struck the ground with her spear. Intimidated by her imposing manner, the others who originally had some thoughts of resisting also threw away their weapons.
Seeing the situation in the valley, Zhou Zhiruo, who was on the top of the mountain, suddenly said, "She will follow me from now on. You are not allowed to hand her over to Ah Jiu."
"Ah?" For a moment, Song Qingshu did not react. What did the other party mean by this?
Seeing his dumbfounded expression, Zhou Zhiruo could not help but blush slightly. She explained in a low voice, "Ah Jiu has Qing Qing to help him. He has the entire Golden Snake Battalion's team. In addition, there are many high-ranking military officers from the former Ming Dynasty who have pledged their allegiance to him. Even the people who came to Liao's side have been arranged by you. Unlike me here, I am all alone. Before, I had Zhao Min, that vixen, to help me, but in the end, even she was taken away by you …"
The more Song Qingshu listened, the wider the smile on his face became. Although what she said was somewhat reasonable and there was indeed no one to help her in Yangzhou, relying on Li Kexiu's former team, the local officials of the Qing Dynasty, and the people sent by Emei, they could barely cope with the situation here. The reason why she was complaining was most likely due to a sense of crisis.
It should be known that Ah Jiu was a princess and the Golden Snake Battalion was the foundation of her power. It would not be easy for her to sit firmly in the position of the main wife. Naturally, she would think of all ways to rope in all the power she could.
Seeing the smile at the corner of his mouth, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly became somewhat angry out of humiliation. "What are you smiling at!"
"Ahem, it's not that you can't have her, but with her fiery hot temperament, I don't have the final say. You have to rely on your charm to rope her in." Song Qingshu did not think that there was anything wrong with her idea. If she did not fight for anything, it would be too fake. He did not like his woman to wear a mask to live. That way, she would live tiredly, and he would also feel that it was fake.
"If you keep her with me for a while, I will naturally be able to have a good relationship with her." A hint of confidence flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face.
"Alright, alright, she will stay with you." Song Qingshu did not doubt it. Back then, when she was very young, she was sent to the Emei sect. Very quickly, she gained the love of her master and a group of martial sisters — of course, a petty and jealous woman like Ding Minjun was an exception.
"By the way, where did you take Zhao Min?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly asked.
"Uh," Song Qingshu did not know whether to laugh or cry. He thought that these two were really born to be enemies. They would never forget each other at any time. "She first went with me to Liao. Recently, she has returned to the Ruyang Mansion. She is a little worried about her father."
"Back to Mongolia?" Zhou Zhiruo's expression was very interesting. In the end, she said bitterly, "In the end, she still got lucky."
"What do you mean by 'lucky'?" Song Qingshu was confused.
Zhou Zhiruo looked at him with a faint smile. "Zhao Min knows so many of your secrets. If she tells you a little, your plans over these years will fall short of success. But you let her go back to Mongolia. It can only mean that she has become one of us."
Song Qingshu's face heated up. He could only play dumb. "It's not what you think."
However, Zhou Zhiruo did not believe his excuse at all. She could not help but sigh faintly. "I didn't expect that what even Zhang Wuji could not do back then, would finally let you get what you wanted."
Thinking of this, Song Qingshu could not help but feel a little proud. "That was because he was indecisive. If he was a little more domineering, it would not be impossible.
。” In the original work, Zhang Wuji once had a sweet dream of marrying all four beauties, but he only dared to fantasize about it. He never dared to put it into practice.
"I'm not as shameless as you." Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at him. She could not help but recall the past, and she felt a little sad. "Brother Wuji is a good person. If there is a chance in the future, help me kill Ming Zun."
Song Qingshu nodded. "Okay."
Zhou Zhiruo seemed to think of something happy. Her whole body suddenly glowed. "By the way, the next time you see Zhao Min, ask her to kneel and serve me tea. Ask her to respectfully call me sister."
Song Qingshu's breath stopped. "About this, you can tell her yourself." In fact, according to the etiquette of this world, as the first wife, Zhou Zhiruo's request was not too much. However, he did not need to think to know that Zhao Min would never agree to it.
"Hmph, she can't beat me anyway." Zhou Zhiruo was a little proud. In her mind, she imagined the scene of Zhao Min serving her tea and calling her sister with a bitter face. Her mood immediately brightened. If not for the fact that she was busy, she might have immediately run to Mongolia to find Zhao Min.
Song QingShu wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He thought to himself, 'No wonder Zhao Min insisted on teaching me martial arts. I must have been prepared for this move of hers.'
"No, I have to go down and snatch people. Otherwise, Xia Quan's men will all be subdued by Yang Miaozhen." Zhou Zhiruo frowned. She realized a problem. She had heard of Yang Miaozhen's reputation. If she had tens of thousands of men under her command, it was hard to say who would be the one to pull.
Song Qingshu rolled his eyes. You haven't even digested Liu Gu's thirty thousand men yet, and you're in a hurry to snatch Xia Quan's men? However, because of the Tianbo Yang Mansion, he didn't want Yang Miaozhen to command too many men, so he didn't stop her.
Zhou Zhiruo had come prepared. In addition, Yangzhou was a regular army. Their personnel and organization were much more complete than the Red Coat Army. As a result, the number of people who surrendered was much higher than Yang Miaozhen's.
Yang Miaozhen's main goal was revenge. In addition, they had made an agreement before, so she raised her eyebrows and didn't say anything.
On the other hand, the yellow-robed woman couldn't stand it anymore. Whether it was her identity as the princess of the Song Dynasty or the adopted daughter of the Tianbo Yang Mansion, she had to consider the imperial court first. In her opinion, the Red Coat Army was a volunteer army that could be used by the Song Dynasty in the future. But now, it had become Song Qingshu's private army. She was naturally dissatisfied.
"Brother Song, you agreed to release Liu Gu's soldiers back to their country, but now they're all in Yangzhou. Now, you're even snatching the men from the Red Coat Army. You have so many troops under you, who are you going to fight in the future?" The yellow-robed woman's gaze was solid as she stared at Song Qingshu.
Before Song Qingshu could answer, Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "I was wondering who it was. Isn't this the fairy who plays the flute, plays the zither, and scatters flower petals with a bunch of maidservants? In the past, she had to manage the affairs of the pugilistic world. Now, she even wants to meddle in the affairs of the country. It's inevitable that she's a bit tacky."
Hearing the sarcasm in her words, the yellow-robed woman might have dismissed it with a laugh in the past. However, she wasn't in a good mood today. In addition, when she saw the yellow-robed woman snuggling up to Song Qingshu intimately, she felt strangely irritated. She couldn't help but retort, "I was wondering who it was. So it's the one who lost to me in the past."
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