"So what if there is a conflict? With the strength of you and me, we don't necessarily need to be afraid of that Song Qingshu." Thin Toutuo snorted coldly. Although the poison of the Leopard Embryo Tendon Altering Pill flared up several years ago, causing his body to become short and fat, leaving only seventy to eighty percent of his power, he was still a top expert in the Divine Dragon Cult. Other than the cult leader Hong Antong and the cult leader's wife who rarely made a move, the martial arts of the two of them were the highest in the cult. Even among the cult's respected Five Dragon Envoys, other than the Blue Dragon Envoy Xu Xueting, the other people's martial arts were nothing in his eyes. In his opinion, no matter how high Song Qingshu's martial arts were, he was still only a young man. This time the Divine Dragon Cult had sent many experts, so naturally there was no need to underestimate the other.
"Thin Toutuo, don't forget the purpose of our trip, don't complicate matters." Su Quan snorted coldly. Everyone present was silent, the words "viper and scorpion beauty" flashed through their minds. Although the cult leader's wife was extremely charming, everyone knew that she was vicious and merciless. In recent years, in order to get rid of dissidents, she had found reasons to kill many of the cult's old brothers. In the hearts of the Divine Dragon Cult's people, Hong Antong was admittedly terrifying, but this woman was not far off.
Only Thin Toutuo's heart flashed with a hint of fierceness: "This time I must find a chance to kill Fu Kangan and avenge Jianning."
Originally, Jianning was the daughter she secretly gave birth to with the fake Empress Dowager Mao Dongzhu. When he found out that Jianning was raped by Fu Kangan at Shanhai Pass and committed suicide because she could not bear the humiliation, he made up his mind that even if he had to perish together, he must kill Fu Kangan. Therefore, this time when the cult sent experts to Shengjing, he was more proactive than anyone else. Of course, no one in the cult knew of his relationship with Jianning, so no one noticed his abnormality.
"Madam, are we not going to investigate the 'Forty-two Chapter Sutra'?" Lu Gaoxuan asked cautiously.
"Naturally I have to investigate. I am determined to obtain the 'Forty-two-chapter Sutra' of the Upright White Flag in Hong Li's hands. However, the most important task is to first investigate the conspiracy Hong Li has against our Divine Dragon Cult." Looking at Song QingShu's back, Su Quan had a pensive look on her face. 'Previously, Wei Xiaobao brought back two sutras, but I don't know where the rest of the sutras are. I think that Little Rascal might have hidden one or two. I heard that Song QingShu single-handedly arranged his funeral. Could it be …
While the Shen Long Jiao people were secretly spying on Song Qingshu, they did not expect that their every move had already fallen into the eyes of another group.
"Lord Su, Song Qingshu doesn't have any guards by his side right now. Should we make a move?" The person who spoke was a young man with a noble and extraordinary bearing.
"I don't think it's appropriate. At this time, the Shen Long Jiao people are also nearby. We can't figure out their thoughts. If they interfere, I'm afraid we'll fail." A young girl in a tight outfit said with a frown. Whether it was her tall figure or those perfectly round and slender legs, they all showed how youthful and alluring their master was. Different from the Jiangnan women who were as gentle as water, her entire body revealed the wild beauty of the Northern women who were full of vitality.
The person they respectfully faced was a middle-aged man wearing a ghost mask. Although they couldn't see his face, the white hair on his temples made him feel like he was in a dangerous situation.
Presumably, when he was young, he must have been a handsome man.
"Qi 'er, Xian' er, you two are the most outstanding experts of our Great Liao royal family's younger generation. It's just that your Jianghu experience is still shallow. Bringing you two to Shengjing this time was not without the intention of training you two. " The ghost masked man stood up from the couch. Looking at the distant Song Qingshu, he shook his head, "The Shen Long Jiao people are still secondary. Our goal is to shift the blame to Hong Li. If we make a move now, Hong Li will naturally be able to push the blame away. We won't be able to achieve the situation we want."
It turned out that the Liao Southern Courtyard's King Xiao Feng was leading the army to fight with the Qing Kingdom's Ping Xi Wang Wu Sangui. Although Wu Sangui was continuously losing ground, he was still a famous general. Although he suffered many defeats, he was not seriously injured. In order to cooperate with Xiao Feng, the Liao royal court sent three experts to secretly sneak into Shengjing. They intended to assassinate Kangxi's Imperial Envoy Minister and shift the blame to Bao Prince Hong Li. This made the conflict between the two completely public, making it impossible for them to take care of Wu Sangui.
Among the three, the young man was Liao East Dan King's Prince Yelu Qi. The young girl was Cheng 'an Princess Yelu Nanxian. Both of them were the top young experts of the royal family. As for this ghost masked man, he was Liao's most mysterious organization, the Great Secret Intelligence Bureau.
"In Daren Su's opinion, when should we make our move?" Yelu Nanxian subconsciously didn't like this mysterious man in front of her. The Great Secret Intelligence Bureau was in charge of the royal family's secrets. Starting from the first Great Secret Intelligence Bureau, Yelu Xiu Ge, every Great Secret Intelligence Bureau was a member of the Yelu Royal Family. She didn't know why this Great Secret Intelligence Bureau had become a Han. Even the members of the royal family, other than knowing that his name was Su Yin and that his martial arts were unfathomable, didn't know anything about his background.
"One word, wait." Su Yin stood with his hands behind his back, faintly emitting the aura of a master.
"I wonder if Daren Su or the Southern Courtyard's Great Secret Intelligence Bureau's martial arts are better." Feeling his aura, Yelu Qi thought to himself.
The Southern Courtyard's Great Secret Intelligence Bureau's King Xiao Feng had helped the Liao Emperor Yelu Hongji quell the Chu King's rebellion. Not only did his name shake the world, he was also viewed as a hero by everyone in Liao. Yelu Qi was no exception. But no matter how high Xiao Feng's martial arts were, he was still a member of the Empress' Xiao Clan. As a member of the royal family, Yelu Qi naturally hoped that the royal family could produce an expert that could rival him. Different from Yelu Nanxian, he knew that the previous emperor was not a muddle-headed person. For Su Yin to be in charge of the Great Secret Intelligence Bureau, he was definitely a member of the royal family. But he didn't know why his name was a Han.
Song Qingshu naturally didn't know that there were so many people plotting against him in the dark. Right now, his head was aching about how to save Xia Qingqing and Tian Guinong, and he was also a bit puzzled by Zhang Zhaozhong's sudden goodwill.
"I was worried that Daren Song was busy and didn't have time to come." Zhang Zhaozhong was already waiting at the door. As soon as he saw Song Qingshu, he warmly welcomed him into the room.
"Where's the opera troupe? Quickly start the performance." Zhang Zhaozhong looked at the housekeeper and ordered.
Song Qingshu was startled. Could it be that there was an axe hidden in the opera? Once the falling of the cup was the signal, then there would be danger on all sides?
Countless assassins would swarm out. He secretly calmed himself down and prepared himself.
Zhang Zhaozhong was also an expert. Naturally, he noticed the change in him. He smiled and said, "Daren Song is skilled and bold. I can't believe you dared to attend the banquet alone. This lowly official admires you."
"What are you talking about, Sir Zhang? Sir is serving under Prince Bao while I am serving in the palace. Technically speaking, we are both serving the imperial court. Coming to your residence is just a visit between colleagues. How can it be considered as having guts?" Song QingShu replied.
"Daren Song is right." As Hong Li's confidant, how could Zhang Zhaozhong not know about the tense relationship between Hong Li and Kangxi? Zhang Zhaozhong couldn't help but laugh awkwardly. "This lowly official guessed that Daren must be very busy with work and must be very tired. So I specially invited the most popular opera troupe in Shengjing. Daren, why don't you relax a little?"
"I've seen all kinds of blockbusters in my previous life. What's so good about a mere opera troupe?" Song Qingshu immediately lost interest. He really couldn't understand why the ancients liked to watch opera so much. He couldn't help but feel a great deal of sympathy. "What a barren spiritual world."
However, he didn't know what Zhang Zhaozhong's goal was, and it wasn't appropriate for him to disobey him. All he could do was deal with the ever-changing situation and watch the show with him.
"What do you think of the woman on the stage, Daren Song?" Song Qingshu had no interest in watching opera. He casually glanced at her and then began to daydream. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard Zhang Zhaozhong's voice. He couldn't help but look up.
Only then did Song Qingshu clearly see the woman Zhang Zhaozhong mentioned. She was wearing a light yellow gown and a light green skirt. She was about twenty-one or twenty-two years old and had outstanding looks. Her skin was fair and tender, and she was quite charming. He subconsciously sighed and said, "It's a pity that such a beautiful person is wandering in the world of prostitution."
"Daren Song, you've misunderstood. She's not a prostitute. She's just a troupe girl who sells herself everywhere. However, since Daren has tender feelings for the fairer sex, this lowly official naturally has the intention to help you. Someone, invite Lady Sang over. " Zhang Zhaozhong revealed a hint of a smile. Sure enough, all men were lustful. He lived in the bustling capital, so he was definitely used to seeing prostitutes. It was naturally refreshing to see a woman wandering the streets like this.
Song Qingshu realized that he had misunderstood. He was just about to explain, but decided against it after some thought. Not long after, the woman leisurely walked over and stood before the two of them. "What instructions do you have for me, Daren?"
"I've long heard of Lady Sang's great name. Now that I've met you today, you truly are extraordinary. Would Lady Sang be willing to tell me your name?" Zhang Zhaozhong teased.
Unexpectedly, the other party didn't have the bashfulness of a typical girl. Instead, she replied in a natural and unrestrained manner, "I've made a fool of myself in front of you. My surname is Sang, and my name is Feihong."
"Sang Feihong?" Song Qingshu was stunned. His mind was in a daze. "That name sounds familiar. Did it appear in the Book and Sword Feud or the Flying Fox of the Snowy Mountains? Sigh, I can't remember. "
"You live up to your name," Zhang Zhaozhong muttered to himself. He raised his head and asked, "Lady Sang, are you tired from running about everywhere?"
"This servant relies on this trade to make a living. I dare not think it's tiring." Although Sang Feihong was smiling, she couldn't hide her exhaustion.
"Lady Sang, you're a girl. Surely you can't wander the streets for the rest of your life? It just so happens that this Lord Song was filled with admiration when he saw you. This official can see that you're no longer young. Why don't you become Lord Song's concubine? Lord Song is still young, but he's already the Deputy Chief of the Imperial Guard, a second-rank official. As the saying goes, it's better to be the concubine of a hero than the wife of a mediocre man. Becoming Lord Song's concubine shouldn't be a disgrace to you. "Zhang Zhaozhong chuckled.
Song Qingshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this, but he wasn't in a hurry to retort. Instead, he curiously watched Sang Feihong's reaction.
Sure enough, Sang Feihong's expression changed when she heard Zhang Zhaozhong's words. Over the years, she had encountered many such 'unwritten rules', but this was the first time she had encountered one so blatantly and directly. She couldn't help but reply in a low voice, "Milord must be joking. This servant is free and unfettered in the streets. I have no plans to marry for now."
"Joking?" Zhang Zhaozhong's expression turned cold. "Who's joking with you?"
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