"Miss?" Song Qingshu was puzzled. Did Zhang Zhaozhong have a daughter? There was no mention of it in the original novel.
Then, there were two more bangs. Zhang Zhaozhong felt his heart ache. As he ran into the inner chamber, he muttered to himself, "Aiyo, my lady …"
Song Qingshu didn't know whether to sit or leave. After some thought, he decided to follow them to take a look. When he arrived at the backyard, he saw a young girl smashing things with all her might.
The young girl was raising a blue and white porcelain vase above her head. When she suddenly saw Song Qingshu, she froze.
Song Qingshu was also shocked. Wasn't this Li Yuanzhi? When she disappeared from the palace last time, he thought she went to find her lover after hearing that Yu Yutong had been rescued. Why was she in Zhang Zhaozhong's house now?
Zhang Zhaozhong took the opportunity to take the vase from her hand and carefully handed it to the servant beside him. He then said, "Yuanzhi, what do you want?"
Li Yuanzhi rolled her eyes. She didn't acknowledge Song Qingshu and directly replied, "Let me out. I want to go home."
"This won't do. Change to another one." Zhang Zhaozhong said with a dark expression.
It turned out that Li Yuanzhi had wanted to contact her father's good friend in the capital to see if there was any way to rescue Yu Yutong. However, she had met Zhang Zhaozhong on the street.
Li Yuanzhi's master, Lu Feiqing, and Zhang Zhaozhong were fellow disciples. A year ago, Zhang Zhaozhong had coincidentally met his little martial nephew. He was immediately shocked and even tried to propose marriage to Li Kexiu. However, he didn't consider Li Yuanzhi's feelings.
At that time, Li Yuanzhi was still a budding young girl. In her dreams, her lover was not a prince riding a white horse, but certainly not a strange uncle like Zhang Zhaozhong. Seeing the love in his eyes, he felt extremely disgusted.
Li Yuanzhi's father, Li Kexiu, had never been on good terms with Prince Bao and his son. Naturally, he didn't want his precious daughter to marry a dog under the father and son. Although Zhang Zhaozhong was Hong Li's favorite, in Li Kexiu's eyes, he was indeed just a dog. In Li Kexiu's view, even if his daughter couldn't enter the palace as a concubine, she should at least marry a duke. How could she like Zhang Zhaozhong?
After Li Kexiu was transferred to the south by the imperial court, Zhang Zhaozhong never saw Li Yuanzhi again. He didn't expect to see the person he yearned for the last time he went to the capital. After all these years, he knew that Li Kexiu wouldn't marry her daughter to him, so he decided to take Li Yuanzhi back first. However, he didn't expect Li Yuanzhi to be so mischievous. Not only did he not take advantage of her, he even had to carefully treat her like a little ancestor.
Of course, all of this stemmed from the sincere love he had for her. Once Li Yuanzhi wanted to leave, he would absolutely not indulge her.
Hearing Zhang Zhaozhong's words, Li Yuanzhi pouted again and threw him to the ground.
"Even if you tear down this house, I won't let you go!" Hearing that crisp sound, Zhang Zhao's eyes widened in anger.
His eyelids twitched. Finally, he threw down some harsh words and turned to leave. Out of sight, out of mind.
Song Qingshu turned to look at Li Yuanzhi, only to see her silently mouthing the word "save me". He nodded subconsciously and gave her a reassuring look before following Zhang Zhaozhong out.
"I've made a fool of myself in front of Brother Song," Zhang Zhaozhong said awkwardly when they returned to the banquet.
"This little girl has a bad temper. Is she your daughter?" Song Qingshu purposely mocked him.
Zhang Zhaozhong's face turned red as expected, and he said embarrassedly, "No, she's my second senior brother's disciple. Her name is Li Yuanzhi. Second senior brother asked me to take care of her for a while."
Although Song Qingshu knew that Li Yuanzhi was most likely being held captive by him, he didn't know the ins and outs of the situation. In addition to the fact that danger was everywhere, he couldn't act rashly. He decided to secretly understand the situation from Li Yuanzhi at night.
After bidding farewell to Zhang Zhaozhong, Song Qingshu turned around to look at the Zhang Residence and sneered coldly, "I might not be able to barge into the impregnable Prince Bao's residence, but a mere Zhang Residence is nothing to me."
"I have to save Xia Qingqing, steal the Forty-two-chapter Sutra, save Tian Guinong, and now, a Li Yuanzhi has popped out of nowhere. Oh my god, please save me." On the way back to the Four Quarters Embassy, Song Qingshu felt as though his head was about to explode.
Suddenly, his ears twitched. The sounds of fighting seemed to be coming from the street behind him. Curious, Song Qingshu sneaked forward to take a look.
The shops by the side of the street seemed to have received the news, and their doors and windows were tightly shut. A young married lady was fleeing in panic, and behind her was a large group of soldiers. The two men at the front had their temples protruding, and it was clear that they were experts with profound inner qi.
"The protruding of your temples already shows that you are extras. Even though it shows that they have a certain foundation in their inner qi, how could a true expert cultivate in such an unsightly manner? It's just like those university students in his previous life, playing basketball in front of the female dormitory. It doesn't matter whether you can shoot the ball or not, what matters is that you have a good posture. Otherwise, no matter how accurate your shot is, your posture is just like Ma Li Ang's. The same logic applies to martial arts. Putting aside the main character, even the more stylish villains don't have their temples bulging. "
Song Qingshu had no idea why he was able to think so much about that woman. However, the cause of his current predicament was none other than her — Mandarin Duck Blade, Luo Bing.
Luo Bing staggered, clearly injured. She didn't run for long before realizing that there was no hope of escape. She hurriedly stopped and stared warily at the soldiers behind her with her sabers in hand.
The two experts with protruding temples intentionally chimed in to provoke Luo Bing.
"Hehe, I've long heard that the Red Flower Society's' Mandarin Duck Blade 'Luo Bing is a beautiful and flirtatious woman. Now that I've seen you today, your reputation is well-deserved."
"That's right. Lady, your husband has already been captured by us, and he's barely alive now. If you're willing to spend a night with us brothers, we'll whip him a few less times. Heh heh.
Otherwise, even a man made of iron wouldn't be able to endure a few lashes of the whip. "
"What man made of iron? I think the Rushing Thunder Hand Wen Tailai is nothing more than this. He vomited blood after two palms from me. It's hard to live up to his reputation."
"Old brother, you don't understand. With such a beautiful wife, he naturally has to hug her to the hot kang every day. Wen Tailai's body has long since been hollowed out. As the saying goes, there's no such thing as a field that can't be plowed, only an ox that dies of exhaustion. Naturally, he can only vomit blood after exchanging blows with old brother."
Luo Bing's face was ashen. She was so angry that her whole body was trembling, but there was nothing she could do. In the morning, while the Red Flower Society members were discussing how to use the honey trap to deal with Song Qingshu, countless soldiers suddenly rushed in. Almost all the experts under Prince Bao's residence had arrived. The Red Flower Society members hastily responded and were captured one after another.
"It must be Hong Li who wanted to silence them to hide the fact that he has Han blood in his body." Luo Bing could still hear Yu Wanting's shouts in her ears. At that time, the soldiers had targeted them. The Red Flower Society members had wanted to cover for Chen Jialuo and Yu Wanting to escape first, but they were surrounded by the experts the moment they came face to face. Helpless, Chen Jialuo used himself as bait and tried his best to drag the experts of the Prince's residence to cover the retreat of the other leaders.
"I wonder how many leaders managed to escape in the end." Luo Bing felt a chill in her heart. She understood that after today, the Red Flower Society was probably finished. She had wanted to stay and live and die with her husband, but her brothers had used their lives to fight out a path of blood for her. She could not bear to let their blood flow in vain. She made up her mind to first think of a way to reveal Hong Li's secret to the public, then accompany the Red Flower Society members in the underworld.
Unfortunately, from the looks of it, it seemed that she would not be able to escape this calamity. At the moment of death, Luo Bing unexpectedly calmed down. She tightened her grip on the mandarin duck saber. "Before I die, I must kill a few more dog Tartars. Before my strength is exhausted, I must kill myself to preserve my innocence."
When she thought of her innocence, Luo Bing suddenly froze. She realized that back in the Imperial Palace, her innocence had already been destroyed by Song Qingshu. A scorching hot breath suddenly came from her lower abdomen. Biting her lips, Luo Bing did her best to suppress the beautiful feeling in her heart. For some reason, after the incident in the Imperial Palace, in the dead of night, Luo Bing would always recall the scorching hot feeling of an iron rod penetrating her body. Sometimes, when she woke up from her dreams, she would discover that her legs were already wet. She could not help feeling terrified and perplexed.
Song Qingshu noticed that Luo Bing's figure was becoming more and more obscure. When the two martial arts experts surrounded her, their moves were extremely vulgar. He could not help but feel a burst of anger in his heart. Although this woman is annoying, even if she wants to punish her, it should be me. Who do you think you are?
After tearing off a piece of his clothing and covering his face, Song Qingshu leaped out and kicked away the perverted hand that the military officer had extended towards Luo Bing's chest. He then shielded her behind him.
"Who are you?" When the soldiers saw a masked man suddenly appear, they were all startled. Noticing that his skill just now was not to be underestimated, they hurriedly spread out and surrounded the two of them in the middle.
Luo Bing is also an Unknowing Chess Piece
Although Song Qingshu's face was masked, she still recognized him immediately. A woman would always have an indescribable sense of familiarity towards a man who had entered her body. Although the two of them had only been together for a short period of time, Luo Bing still remembered Song Qingshu's figure and remembered his smell …
However, his appearance still made Luo Bing subconsciously relax. No matter what, falling into his hands was better than falling into the hands of that group of Manchurian soldiers who were as ferocious as tigers and wolves. When she thought of how the Red Flower Society's people were still discussing how to use a honey trap to deal with Song Qingshu, Luo Bing felt that it was an absurd reality.
Song Qingshu exchanged a few blows with the two men. He was also somewhat surprised by their skills. They did not seem like ordinary martial arts experts. "Who are you? I don't kill Nameless people."
The two Manchurian martial arts experts immediately cursed:
"I, your grandfather, am the number one warrior of Liaodong, Hai Lanbi."
"I am the number one warrior of Liaodong, Batu Ludebu."
"IQ ~" Song Qingshu was speechless when he heard this. This Ludebu was simply hopeless. Even when he was cursing, his companion could still take advantage of him.
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