Coming out of the Tubo Hotel, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but ask, "Why is Princess Jincheng looking for you?"
"She just asked me why I'm so familiar with you." Song Qingshu replied.
Mu Wanqing's face was full of doubt. "Is that really it?"
"What else?" Song Qingshu felt a little guilty.
"What if Princess Jincheng takes a fancy to you?" Mu Wanqing snorted.
Song Qingshu was sweating like a waterfall, "How is that possible? She is dignified and virtuous, quiet and polite. How could she have those messy thoughts?"
"But you can't stand these messy thoughts." Mu Wanqing looked back at him, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, "I know you like this style the most."
Song Qingshu put his arm around her shoulder, "Of course I like people like you the most. Cold on the outside but warm on the inside. You are cold to others but gentle and considerate to me."
"Oh, no wonder you like the Dual Cultivation Princess so much. She happens to have this kind of personality." Mu Wanqing couldn't help but curl her lips.
Song Qingshu suddenly smiled awkwardly. He was just found out by the other party from the Dual Cultivation House. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he didn't know how to explain.
"Okay, I still have to appease Zhu Danchen's group. I won't be with you for now." Mu Wanqing looked very unhappy, "By the way, you should also go back to the Southern Song Hotel to have a look. A spy reported that something happened there."
After that, she asked her men to leave. Song Qingshu originally wanted to say something to her, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but stop. What happened in the Southern Song Hotel?
He hurried back to the Southern Song Hotel and found that the door was bustling with a lot of people. After careful observation, he found that there were believers of the Ming Dynasty and warriors of the Wooden Table Lun Tribe.
"What the hell is going on?" Song Qingshu pulled the person next to him and asked. Unfortunately, the other party's understanding was limited.
At this time, Xue Baochai came out to appease the people of the Ming Dynasty and the Wooden Table Lun Tribe at the door. She happened to see him and called him to the side, "Where have you been?"
"Princess Jincheng wants to talk to me." It was not convenient to talk about the other places. After thinking about it, he felt that the excuse of Princess Jincheng was the best. After all, she came from the Song Dynasty. In a sense, she was one of them.
As expected, Xue Baochai's expression softened a lot after hearing about the Princess of Jincheng. However, she was still a little puzzled. "Why is she looking for you?"
Song Qingshu replied, "It's just that she's too lonely, so she came to talk to me. At the same time, she asked me to pass a message to you and Miss Yang to visit her when you're free."
"The princess is married to Tubo alone and has no relatives. It's really pitiful. We should visit her more often if we have the chance." Xue Baochai sighed. "By the way, didn't I set a curfew before? How did you get out?"
"I …" Song Qingshu suddenly remembered that because of the successive incidents in Korea and Mongolia, Xue Baochai did not allow the members of the diplomatic mission to go out at night. There were guards patrolling the area. Logically speaking, he should not be able to go out.
Just when he didn't know how to explain, Xue Baochai said, "Let's go in first."
Seeing her serious expression, Song Qingshu was stunned. "Did something happen?"
Xue Baochai hesitated for a moment. Then, she lowered her voice and said, "Sister Yang is injured."
"Injured? Who injured her?" Song Qingshu was shocked. With her martial arts skills, the number of people in Xingqing Prefecture who could injure her could be counted on one hand. Jiuzhou Chinese
"Actually, she's not really injured. She's almost recovered after resting for a while. On the other hand, Miss Huo's injuries are a little more serious." Xue Baochai replied.
"Miss Huo?" Song Qingshu was confused. Why was there another Miss Huo?
Xue Baochai quickly explained, "It seems that Yang Xiao of the Ming Dynasty was poisoned by a very serious cold poison. The people of the Ming Dynasty and the Wooden Table Lun Tribe tried to force the poison out of his body. Unfortunately, their internal energy was insufficient and the cold poison invaded his body. I don't know why, but they took the initiative to ask Sister Yang for help. Sister Yang didn't refuse. Unfortunately, her internal energy is on the feminine side. The cold poison in Yang Xiao's body was too strong.
"What kind of cold poison is so strong?" Song Qingshu was very surprised.
"It's said that it's the poison of the Beggar Clan's new Clan Leader, Zhuang Juxian." Xue Baochai frowned.
Song Qingshu was even more confused. With Yang Xiao's internal energy, even if he was not Zhuang Juxian's match, he shouldn't have been injured so badly. Moreover, even if the yellow-clothed girl's internal energy was weak, she shouldn't have been unable to force the poison out.
Song Qingshu came to the hall and found that Yang Xiao and the others were placed in the center. Yin Yewang stood up from behind Song Qingshu, trembling all over. His teeth were chattering. "I can't do it, I can't do it. Why is this cold poison so strong?"
The yellow-clothed girl said, "It's my fault. If I hadn't talked to him at the beginning, he wouldn't have been able to use his internal energy to heal himself. Otherwise, the cold poison wouldn't have penetrated his internal organs."
It turned out that not long after Yang Xiao returned to the hostel to heal himself, he found that something was wrong. Unfortunately, his whole body was frozen. Fortunately, Huo Qingtong, who came to discuss with him, found something wrong and hurriedly healed him. Unfortunately, her internal energy was insufficient and she hurt herself instead. Chen Jialuo, Yin Yewang, and the others heard the news and rushed over. Yang Xiao woke up once and said that only the yellow-clothed girl from the Southern Song Dynasty could save them.
Song Qingshu observed from a distance and found that although Yang Xiao's whole body was cold, his breathing was much steadier. He should be fine.
Sure enough, Yang Xiao slowly opened his eyes and said weakly, "If Miss hadn't lent a helping hand, I'm afraid Yang's life would have ended here today."
The yellow-clothed girl's face was still solemn. "Yang Zuo Shi," she said, "your internal energy is profound. After we used our internal energy to help you, you are fine. But Miss Huo, she …"
Yang Xiao's face was full of guilt. "If because of Yang, Madame Jiaozhu has any mishap, Yang would be ashamed to live in this world," he said.
Yin Yewang hastily said, "Ay, Yang Zuo Shi, this has nothing to do with you. You can only blame that Zhuang Juxian's martial art for being too vicious. The Beggar Clan's martial art has always been upright and upright. How could this Bangzhu's palm have such a terrible cold poison?" Today Yang Xiao risked his life for his sake; naturally he wanted to return the favor.
"By chance, he practiced Shaolin's' Yi Jin Jing '. At the same time, he refined Kunlun's ice silkworm and mastered a kind of yin cold internal energy that has never been seen before." At this moment, someone's voice was heard from the side.
Everybody turned around and saw that the speaker was Jia Baoyu.
Lu Shidao couldn't help laughing. "Oh, since when did our Master Jia also know martial art?"
Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders. "I haven't eaten pork, but I've seen a pig run."
Xue Baochai couldn't help pulling his sleeve. "Baoyu, don't talk nonsense."
The yellow-clothed girl's eyes lit up. "What Baoyu said makes sense. This symptom is very similar to the legendary ice silkworm."
Yang Xiao also nodded. "It is indeed very similar to the ice silkworm." The Brightness Peak was also located on Mount Kunlun, so naturally he had heard the legend of the ice silkworm.
"Little brother, since you know the origin of the opponent's martial art, do you have a way to save him?" Yang Xiao was in a desperate situation. If Huo Qingtong really died from the cold poison because of him, how could he face the Cult Leader and the tens of thousands of followers?
The yellow-clothed girl and Xue Baochai frowned. "I'm afraid he …"
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