Early the next morning, Song Qingshu went to the yellow-robed woman's house to look for her.
"Did you find Huan Bi?" The yellow-robed woman simply wiped her face with water. Even without any makeup, her beauty could not be hidden.
"No." Song Qingshu could not help but sigh. "I finally understand what it means to say, 'Hibiscus grows in clear water, and nature carves'."
The yellow-robed woman frowned, obviously dissatisfied with his glib tongue. "You seem to be in a good mood. You must have found something."
"This time, I came to invite you to find the culprit." Song Qingshu's eyes were inexplicably complicated.
"Who is the culprit?" The yellow-robed woman immediately became spirited.
Song Qingshu shook his head. "Haste makes waste. You will know when you come with me."
Seeing that he deliberately kept her in suspense, the yellow-robed woman could not help but grit her teeth, but she could only suppress her doubts and follow him.
"Why did you take me out of the city?" The yellow-robed woman's face was a little pale. Now they were outside the west gate of Xingqing Prefecture. If she was not skilled in martial arts, she might be worried that the culprit would trick her into going to a deserted place to rape her.
"Too many things have happened in the city these days, disturbing your mood. Why don't you sit down and have some tea and enjoy the scenery of the northwest?" Song Qingshu led her to a teahouse near the city gate and said while pouring tea for her.
After walking for so long, the yellow-robed woman was really thirsty. She picked up the teacup and took a sip, but she could not help but frown and put down the teacup again. She was born in the royal family, so whether in Skywave Prefecture or Jianshan Academy, the tea she drank was superior. The tea in a roadside teahouse in the bitter cold northwest could not be better. She said, "I did not come with you to drink tea. Where is the culprit?"
"The culprit is not here." Song Qingshu enjoyed the taste of this coarse tea. He was not a noble who grew up in luxury, so this kind of tea made him feel a sense of familiarity and nostalgia.
"Are you making fun of me?" The yellow-robed woman's eyelids twitched. She suddenly felt that the man in front of her was becoming more and more annoying, and he was becoming more and more like a bastard in her memory.
"How would I dare to fool around with a girl? The murderer isn't here now, but that doesn't mean he won't be here later. What we need to do now is wait patiently." Noticing that the yellow-robed woman's anxiety was completely different from her usual calm demeanor, Song Qingshu secretly sighed. He knew it from the time she went to the Jin Kingdom's Laundry Yard to save her sisters who had fallen into poverty. She could be calm in other matters, but every time it was related to her sisters, she could not stay calm.
"Wait?" The yellow-robed woman said in confusion, "Why don't you just tell me and I'll go and catch him? Why are we wasting our time here? "
"It won't work if I say it." Song Qingshu shook his finger. "Miss usually has a good temperament. You can't even wait for this little bit of time, right?"
The yellow-robed woman bit her lips. "Okay, I'll wait with you. If it turns out that you lied to me, I'll beat you up!"
Song Qingshu couldn't help saying, "You're so fierce. Be careful that you won't be able to get married in the future."
The yellow-robed woman seemed to be reminded of something sad, and her face instantly sank. "What does it have to do with you whether I get married or not? If you dare to talk too much, I'll tell Baochai that you flirted with me."
Seeing that her face was not good, Song Qingshu wisely closed his mouth and no longer added fuel to the fire.
After waiting for more than two hours, suddenly a group of people came out of the city gate. The yellow-robed woman couldn't help but be stunned. "Why did the Tubo envoy leave?"
Song Qingshu said, "I just got the news. It seems that there is something wrong with the old Zan Pu, so the Tubo envoy hurried back. You also know that the old emperor is critically ill, and the new emperor is outside, which is the most dangerous thing. Compared with the position of Zan Pu, the matter of the princess is not a big deal. "
"This is outrageous. Are they going to let Jincheng be wronged like this and go to the underworld with a lifetime of hatred?" The yellow-robed woman slammed the table and stood up. She was going to find Zan Pu to settle the score.
Song Qingshu hurriedly pulled her back. "Don't be impulsive. Be careful of alerting the enemy."
"Do you mean that the murderer is in their envoy?" The yellow-robed woman immediately caught the meaning of his words.
Song Qingshu didn't answer, but got up and said, "Now we need to go to a high point to observe. Take me to the top of that big tree." Originally, the city tower was the best point of observation, but the city tower was too big and a little far. It was more hidden on the top of the tree.
The yellow-robed woman hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. She grabbed his shoulder and gently jumped to the highest tree nearby.
Song Qingshu had to sigh that sometimes pretending to be weak also had many benefits. For example, being held so intimately by a beautiful woman, smelling the delicate fragrance of a young girl, feeling the young and soft body of a young girl, was really difficult to achieve in other times.
"Don't come so close to me!" The yellow-robed woman said a little uncomfortably.
Song Qingshu looked innocent. "It's so high, I'm afraid I'll fall."
The yellow-robed woman frowned. She was about to get angry, but she thought of the important matter and restrained herself. "What do you want to observe?"
Song Qingshu didn't answer. Instead, he began to focus on the scene. The yellow-robed woman noticed that he wasn't looking in the direction of the Tubo envoy, but the onlookers along the way.
Could he see clearly from so far away? The yellow-robed woman couldn't help but feel a little confused. It should be known that with her power, she couldn't see clearly from a distance. Was he pretending to look around or was he really observing?
"Found it!" Song Qingshu's eyes were so sharp that he finally found the target.
At this time, in the crowd, a figure watched the Tubo convoy gradually go away. Finally, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a trace of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped because there were already two people standing in front of him.
Song Qingshu said with a smile, "Where do you plan to go?"
That person's expression changed. He hurriedly lowered his head and pretended not to understand. He wanted to leave from the side, but was grabbed by the yellow-robed woman. "I want to see who exactly you are!"
As she spoke, she pulled off the scarf that was covering his face. When she saw the other person's appearance, she was immediately dumbfounded. "How … how can it be you?"
Although the person in front of her was dressed in coarse hemp clothes, it still couldn't hide her graceful figure. Her skin was fair, and one look was enough to tell that she didn't do rough work. Her eyebrows were beautiful and dignified. Impressively, she was the already dead Princess of Jincheng.
Princess of Jincheng sighed. "How exactly did you find me?"
At this time, not to mention her, even the yellow-robed woman was puzzled. She turned her head to look at Song Qingshu. "What exactly is going on?"
Song Qingshu said, "This morning, I first went to the Tubo embassy. I originally wanted to persuade them to pretend to leave, but I didn't expect that they would really leave after receiving the news that Zanpu was seriously ill. So, I took advantage of the situation and asked the people from Class One Hall to spread the news of their departure in the city. In fact, it was to let you, who was hiding in the dark, know. As expected, you had to personally confirm that the Tubo envoy had left before you could finally be at ease."
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