"I stole the 'Forty-two-chapter Sutra' from Wu Sangui's wife's bed. How can I tell you that?" Although he was thinking this, Song Qingshu answered seriously, "Your Majesty, I didn't see the 'Forty-two-chapter Sutra' when I was sorting out Lord Wei's belongings. Could it be that he was killed not long after he arrived at Shanhai Pass, so he didn't have time to find the sutra?"
"What you said is not without reason." Kangxi nodded. "Wu Sangui is a wily old fox. Xiaobao probably wouldn't be able to find him in a short time, and then he was killed. Sigh ~" He sighed deeply.
"Your Majesty, please restrain your grief." Song Qingshu was confused. If Kangxi knew I was the murderer, how would he deal with me …
"It's fine if you can't find Wu Sangui's' Forty-two-chapter Sutra ', but you must find Hongli's' Forty-two-chapter Sutra 'for me. Before you and Fu Kangan go to Western Xia, return to the capital and take the opportunity to give me the' Forty-two-chapter Sutra '. Do you understand?" Kangxi said.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I plan to leave today." Song Qingshu was worried about Xia Qingqing and didn't want to waste a day.
"So soon?" Kangxi was surprised. "That's good. I was going to ask you to visit Xiaobao's widow and see if she needs anything."
"Shuang 'er?" In his mind, the image of a spotless, fair-skinned girl dressed in mourning clothes appeared. Song QingShu hesitated for a moment before saying, "I have just returned from Shengjing. I will definitely visit her."
Kangxi nodded. "Very well. I'll send Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian with a team of imperial bodyguards to go with you. If there's anything, I'll have someone to instruct."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Song Qingshu stepped out of the imperial study. Before leaving, he looked back at the horizontal board on the door, his thoughts complicated.
"I can see the hesitation in your eyes. I don't know what's making you so conflicted." Patriarch Sunflower's voice came from the shadows behind the rockery.
Song Qingshu glared at the old eunuch and said grumpily, "I also see something in your eyes."
"What?" Patriarch Sunflower asked in surprise.
"Eye wax." Song Qing laughed and swaggered away. When he turned around, his face changed. "This old faker is a little troublesome."
Watching Song Qingshu's disappearing figure, Patriarch Sunflower laughed involuntarily and returned to the darkness.
"Lord Song, you're really lucky to be appointed an imperial envoy by His Majesty as soon as you came back. On the way to Shengjing, Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian came to Song QingShu's side and said with a flattering smile, "You're right.
"Thank you for your guidance last time. I will remember this kindness." Although Song QingShu was anxious, he still maintained a pleasant expression when facing the two of them. "Thank you for your guidance last time.
Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian repeatedly waved their hands. "Daren Song's words are too serious. We brothers have been on the job for so long, and other than Wei Jueye, only Daren Song is treated as one of our own by our superiors. We regard Daren as one of our own, so naturally we will speak our mind to Daren Song. "In the future, Lord Song will be in charge of the Sticking Department. In the palace, you'll be second only to the emperor. You just need to take care of us."
Song Qingshu gave a hollow laugh. "Hey, what? "Hey, you two are quite well-informed. The Sticking Department hasn't even taken shape yet and you're already so clear about it. Well, my Sticking Department is short of people. Are you interested in joining? "
The two looked at each other and said happily, "Can we really join?"
"Although your martial arts are, uh … so-so, you have good manners. You can do some administrative work in the future. Besides, the Sticking Department is closer to the intelligence department. As long as you're used properly, you'll be more useful than any martial arts master." Song Qingshu nodded with a smile.
Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian were tactfully pointed out that their martial arts were not good. They couldn't help but feel embarrassed. But listening to the meaning of his words, although they didn't quite understand some of the words, they understood the general meaning. They couldn't help but say excitedly, "Thank you, Lord Song, for promoting us! We brothers also know that our martial arts are not good. It's only thanks to our ancestors that we were able to become the Imperial Bodyguards. Previously, Chief Duo didn't choose us to join the flying guillotine. Although he didn't say it clearly, we knew that he despised our low martial arts … "As he spoke, his tone became gloomy.
Zhao Qixian also felt the same way. "We are ordinary disciples of the Eight Banners. We're neither good in literature nor in martial arts. At most, we'll be second-class Imperial Bodyguards. But which man doesn't want to make a name for himself and bring honor to his ancestors? Even when he comes home for the New Year, his parents will have face. Thank you, Lord Song, for giving us this opportunity. "
"As long as you follow me wholeheartedly, you'll get more than you can imagine. But I reckon that at some point, you won't be able to persevere." Song Qingshu said with a faint smile.
The two of them straightened their expressions and said solemnly, "People like us don't have much ability. If we can't even persevere on something like this, we deserve to be looked down upon by others for the rest of our lives."
"It's still too early to say these things. We'll see when the day comes." Song Qingshu stopped the two of them from continuing to express their loyalty. He opened his mouth and said, "You two also know that I have an important matter that requires me to rush to Shengjing as soon as possible. But right now, the group of envoys is moving too slowly. Do you have any good ideas?"
Zhang Kangnian was stunned. He said confidently, "This is easy. Daren can choose a dozen or so highly skilled Imperial Bodyguards to travel in light carriages and have the main group continue to advance at the original speed. On one hand, it can solve Daren's worries. On the other hand, when the Emperor asks about it in the future, Daren can say that you used the main group to paralyze Shengjing. Then, you disguised yourself and went to Shengjing to gather information. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"
Song Qingshu looked at him in surprise. "I couldn't tell that you are such a talent." Although Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian's martial arts were not very good, they had grown up in the Imperial City and were born in noble families. It could be said that they knew the officialdom like the back of their hands. In the future, they had to use their talents in this area.
"Daren Song, you flatter me, you flatter me." Zhang Kangnian rubbed his hands together as he spoke. His eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled. It was clear that he enjoyed it very much.
"All right, all right, let's not flatter each other. You two are more familiar with these guards. Go pick ten agile guards. Then, we will be on our way immediately. "Song Qingshu laughed as he scolded them.
"Yes!" The two of them happily ran off to pick their guards.
…
The group of people traveled lightly. One person and two horses, they got closer and closer to Shengjing. One day, it suddenly rained heavily. The group of people hurriedly ran to a nearby run-down temple to hide.
Not long after they settled down, noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside. It seemed that two people had arrived at the entrance of the temple. However, for some reason, they did not come in. Song Qingshu's martial arts were profound. The whispers outside quickly reached his ears.
"The horses outside the temple are obviously not owned by ordinary martial artists. This run-down temple is very likely to have hidden dragons and crouching tigers. We have goods on us, so it is better to be more cautious. Why don't we hurry a bit more and go to the small town in front to rest?" A rough voice sounded.
"Senior Brother, the goods we bet on this trip are not even worth the price of a few horses. Do you think they will have designs on our goods? It's raining so heavily. Don't let Dabao and Dabao get wet. If you want to go, you can go by yourself. I won't leave anyway. " The woman's voice carried a trace of tiredness in her sweet and innocent voice. She was probably just recovering from a serious injury.
"Who cares about Dabao and Dabao? It's all that man's fault …" The man's voice suddenly stopped. The rest of his words were obviously swallowed by the woman's glare.
"You clearly said that you won't mention the past anymore. Why are you still …" The woman's voice carried a sobbing tone. The man hurriedly comforted her.
Song Qingshu listened and laughed. It was probably another happy father. Not long after, a man and a woman walked in.
The man's appearance was ordinary. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. It was obvious that he was a Jianghu ruffian. The woman was different. She had a round oval face. Her eyes were dark and her cheeks were flushed. From time to time, a weak pale color would appear. Although she was dressed like a peasant woman, it could not hide her beauty.
In her arms were two infants who were still in swaddling clothes. Most of her clothes were wet, but the two infants' bodies were completely dry. Song QingShu was impressed by her.
Soon there was a frivolous whistle. It turned out that the woman had a plump and round figure. Her clothes were soaked by the rain. Her clothes stuck to her flesh as if they were translucent. The imperial guards under Song Qingshu were not kind people. Seeing such a beautiful scene, they naturally screamed with excitement. If it were not for the presence of Song Qingshu, they might have walked over and directly molested the little woman.
Hearing the endless whistling, the woman's senior brother or husband could not help but be angry. However, seeing that Song Qingshu and his men were all fierce and had Buddhist Commandment Blades at their waists, he hesitated for a moment and had to stare at them. Intentionally or unintentionally, he stood in front of his wife.
"Little lady, why don't you come over here and warm yourself by the fire?"
"Yes, my brother's side is full of men. They are hot and will dry the wet clothes in a while."
"Yes, looking at your age, I'm afraid that your body is weak now. If you catch a cold, I'm afraid that you will be ill for the rest of your life. Take off your clothes. We promise not to look."
As soon as the words came out, the guards suddenly burst into laughter.
"You!" The woman was ashamed and angry. The man next to her stood up with a knife and glared at the crowd.
"Oh, what, you want to fight?" Seeing this, the imperial guards also stood up and pulled out the knives at their waists. Suddenly, the temple was filled with cold light.
Song Qingshu frowned. This group of ruffians were used to being arrogant in the capital. Naturally, they restrained themselves in the presence of the Emperor. Outside the capital, they naturally had a natural sense of superiority and were a little bolder than usual.
"You two don't have to worry. My men are all rough people. They are used to joking. Although their words are not pleasant to hear, they will not really have any evil intentions. You two can rest assured." Song Qingshu said lightly.
Hearing Lord Song's words, the guards naturally did not dare to be too rash. They quickly put away their knives with embarrassed expressions and sat down.
Only then did the two see Song Qingshu in the corner. The woman saw his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He sat there with a dignified bearing and a grandmaster's temperament. She was in a trance. He was such a person in the past …
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