"Assassins? What a coincidence. "Song Qingshu frowned, feeling that there was a conspiracy behind all this.
Wanyan Zhongjie replied, "To the public, they were just assassins. Everyone is guessing that it was Temujin who did it."
Song Qingshu was silent. Last time, Zhao Min had told him that the relationship between the Ruyang household and the Khan was tense, so she had to go back and take care of them. A few days ago, Wang Baobao had also hurried back; it seemed that something had indeed happened to the Prince of Ruyang.
"Is there any news from the rest of the Ruyang household?" Song Qingshu asked worriedly.
Wanyan Zhongjie curled his lips. "If you want to ask Princess Shaomin, just ask her directly. There's no need to be so secretive. After the Prince of Ruyang's death, everyone thought that the Ruyang household would rebel, but who would have thought that Princess Shaomin would go to the Khan of Heshan to find out the truth for her father? At the same time, she brought her brother Wang Baobao's wife, Consort Han, and her young nephew to the capital. On the surface, it looked like she was going to complain, but in reality, she was taking the initiative to be hostages to show her loyalty. This made it difficult for Temujin to do anything to them. What a clever move. "
To the side, Li Qinglu couldn't help but say angrily, "Wang Baobao is already married and has children. Why is he still looking for a wife?"
Song Qingshu thought to himself, You've never planned to marry him, aren't you getting too into character?
Wanyan Zhongjie sneered. "The customs of the Mongols are very different from those of the Central Plains. They can have multiple wives at the same time, just like Temujin. He has four empresses and countless other concubines. Wang Baobao is a prince with real power; it's not a big deal for him to have a few wives. "
Li Qinglu snorted coldly and turned her face away. She was clearly annoyed at being mocked.
The corners of Wanyan Zhongjie's lips curled up slightly, clearly pleased with himself. Little vixen, don't even think about getting what I can't have.
The more he thought about it, the happier he was. He waved to Song Qingshu. "I'm going back to the Jin Kingdom. You're welcome to visit me at Daxing Prefecture anytime."
"Be careful on your way." Song Qingshu said a few words and watched her leave. All his thoughts were on Zhao Min, and he didn't know how she was doing.
He immediately went back to the palace to find Yelu Nanxian, Mu Wanqing, and the others to tell them about this matter.
Yelu Nanxian said in an understanding tone, "We were just discussing how to prepare for the Mongolian attack. Brother Song, why don't you go to Mongolia? You can see Miss Zhao, and also find out more about the Mongolian attack."
On the side, Mu Wanqing pursed her lips. It was obvious that she was a little jealous. She obviously did not want to be separated again after just being together. However, she also knew what was important and what was not. After hesitating for a moment, she did not say anything. She only exhorted him to pay attention to his safety. When they reached Helin, he should act according to his abilities. If things were impossible, he must not be impulsive.
As for Li Qinglu, she was the first to hear the news and was already mentally prepared. She even ordered the servants to prepare the most expensive horse in the Imperial Palace, the Great Wan Horse. "The journey to the Helin Forest is desolate. This horse can travel thousands of miles in a day. It can help Song Lang."
Song Qingshu did not expect the three women to be so easy to talk to. He had originally planned to accompany them for a day, but he was chased out by the three women. The three women could see that he was anxious and naturally did not want to waste his time at this time.
Because the women's identities were sensitive, it was not convenient for them to send him off. Song Qingshu left the Imperial Palace alone and found Lady Zhen's residence. As soon as Lady Zhen saw him, she threw herself into his arms and thanked him excitedly for avenging the people of Khwarazmi. It was obvious that the news of Xu Liewu's body being burnt black in the arena and losing to the princess in the written exam had spread everywhere.
Feeling the passion of the woman in his arms, if it was any other day, Song Qingshu would have gone with the flow. However, he had something to do today, so he hurriedly explained the reason for his visit. Full text
Knowing that Song Qingshu was going to the Helin Forest, Lady Zhen was surprised and offered to accompany him. Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment but still refused. This time, he was going deep into the enemy's camp. He could go or stay at will. If he brought another person, it would be difficult to ensure his companion's safety. Moreover, Lady Zhen had led Khwarazmi to fight against the Mongolians many times. Bringing her along would be like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth.
Lady Zhen also knew the importance of this matter, so she did not refuse. She only said that she would wait for his return in the city and then bid him farewell reluctantly.
After settling all the matters in Xixia, Song Qingshu spurred the horse and galloped out of the north gate of Xingqing Prefecture. He rushed all the way to the north. In the beginning, there were still towns, but the surroundings became more and more desolate. Not to mention the market, there were not even a few people.
After all, Xixia was different from the rich and populous Jiangnan. Here, there were Gobi, deserts, and, of course, grasslands everywhere.
Seeing the sparsely populated surroundings, Song Qingshu suddenly realized a very serious problem. Most people in Mongolia lived in tents, and each tent was a family. It was very difficult to find a place to hide like the cities in the Central Plains, where there were houses and courtyards everywhere. Moreover, he was dressed like a Han, so he would be too conspicuous if he went there.
However, he was still far from the Helin Forest, so he was not in a hurry.
After traveling for half a day, night gradually fell. Song Qingshu arrived at the foot of the Helan Mountains before dark. Looking at the towering snow-covered mountain top, he suddenly remembered Yue Fei's poem "The River Is Red": Bristling with anger, leaning on the railing … Driving a long chariot, trampling through the Helan Mountains.
A trace of doubt flashed across his face. Yue Fei was fighting with the Jin people, but the Helan Mountains were on the Xixia side. It was really like a pot falling from the sky.
Speaking of Yue Fei, he could not help but think of Xiao Long Nu. He did not know where she was now.
Song Qingshu suddenly felt that he was a scumbag. He was obviously going to rescue Zhao Min, but why was he thinking of another woman on the way?
It was already dark, so it was naturally impossible to continue the journey. They found a campsite, made a bonfire, and were eating dry food. Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps, and a young man and a woman staggered and ran over.
Song Qingshu had long been aware of their arrival, but from their breathing and footsteps, he could tell that their martial arts were ordinary, so he did not pay much attention to them.
"Unexpectedly, they are Han people. Leave your horse, and you can go." The young man's tone was a little strange, but it was still barely understandable.
Song Qingshu silently ate the pastries Mu Wanqing prepared for him and did not pay attention to him at all. However, he felt a little strange in his heart. Judging from the man's appearance, he should be from Central Asia, but he could speak Chinese so fluently.
"I'm sorry, brother. Because my big brother's family was once harmed by Han people, he doesn't like Han people very much." At this time, the girl behind him hurriedly ran out to apologize, "Can you sell this horse to us? We have urgent matters to attend to and will pay a high price for it."
"No." Song Qingshu replied lightly. Although the young girl was beautiful, it did not cause any ripples in his heart. The only noteworthy thing was that the young girl's clothes were somewhat grassland style, but her appearance was more like that of a Jiangnan woman. When she spoke, there was a hint of Wu Nong's soft voice, which was really strange.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense with him? The horse belongs to whoever has the bigger fist." The young man said angrily.
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