Song Qingshu couldn't help but roll his eyes at the mischievous woman in front of him. "What are you thinking about? I'm thinking about something else."
The Wind Maiden giggled and said, "This Princess Yalun is so beautiful and has such a lovely aura. Which man wouldn't be attracted to her? Master, you don't have to be embarrassed to admit it. "
Song Qingshu couldn't be bothered to argue with her. He threw the wooden box to her and said, "This is her gift. You can have it."
"What is it …" The Wind Maiden opened the box and her eyes lit up. "Wow, this pair of jade horses is so beautiful. I can tell that it's priceless."
Song Qingshu said angrily, "I realized that you people like to exaggerate. You always say that it's priceless. Although this pair of jade horses is expensive, it's only worth a few thousand taels of silver at most. It's not priceless."
The Wind Maiden blinked and said, "Master, you're so boring. If Princess Yalun hears you, she'll think that you think her gift is too small."
Song Qingshu waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright. I'm going to rest now. Don't disturb me." He had expended a lot of energy running around these past few nights. He needed to rest and recharge his energy.
"Oh, by the way, the Fourth Marquis sent a message to invite you to a banquet," the Wind Maiden shouted from behind.
"Got it." Song Qingshu roughly told her about his encounter with Khubilai.
"Master, I want to go too," the Wind Maiden said pitifully.
Song Qingshu wanted to reject her, but after thinking about it, he realized that it wouldn't be nice of him to knock her out or hit her acupuncture points all day. Plus, she was always by the Shuiyue Grand Master's side. If she didn't show up for a long time, it would be suspicious, so he agreed.
"That's great!" The Wind Maiden jumped up excitedly. She had been cooped up at home for the past few days.
Song Qingshu rested for a few hours and then brought the Wind Maiden to the Fourth Marquis' Palace. The guards at the door had already received orders and when they heard that he was coming, they quickly led him in. On the way, they bumped into Khubilai who was coming out.
Khubilai smiled and pulled his hand, "Great Master, you've come at the right time. Let me introduce you to the people in my palace. This is Zicong, he was a government official when he was young and later became a monk. He is very knowledgeable and is my right-hand man."
"Greetings, Secretary Cong." Song Qingshu sized up the monk in front of him. He was about forty years old. Although he said he was a monk, his appearance was refined and his expression and behavior were like that of a scholar.
There was a flash of surprise in Liu Bingzhong's eyes, "Great Master, you've actually heard of me? I'm really flattered." Although his current position was important, he didn't have an official position, so most people didn't know about him.
Song Qingshu casually complimented him and Khubilai started to introduce him to other people: the great Confucian scholar Zhao Bi and the strategist Yao Shu. When he mentioned Yao Shu, he looked at him. He was quite skinny and had a goatee. Coupled with the occasional glint in his eyes, it was obvious that he was the kind of person who had a lot of thoughts.
If Liu Bingzhong was like Xun Yu, a minister who assisted the emperor, then Yao Shu was like Chen Ping and Jia Xu, a poisonous man who was good at scheming. If he were to go up against Khubilai in the future, he would have to be wary of this person.
Originally, he wanted to meet Khubilai's number one general, who was also the commander who destroyed the Song, Boyan. Unfortunately, Boyan wasn't here today.
However, he saw another famous general, Shi Tianze. He was a middle-aged man with a calm expression. The Shi family was originally a powerful Han family during a time of chaos. They gathered their troops to protect themselves and later surrendered to the Mongols. They became a famous general and in history, he was a person who became a minister.
Song Qingshu sighed to himself, no wonder the Mongols were undefeated these past few years. They had too many capable people under their command.
At this time, Jinlun Fawang also walked over, "Your Highness, the young hero I mentioned before has arrived. Although he's young, he's an outstanding person."
Khubilai trusted him a lot and when he heard this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Quick, invite him in!"
Song Qingshu was also very curious about this young hero, he wanted to know what kind of young man was worthy of such praise.
"Brother Yang, Miss Gongsun, come in." Jinlun Fawang waved to the other side.
Song Qingshu looked towards the direction of the voice and couldn't help but be startled, it's him!
The person who came had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was extremely handsome, but there was some white hair on the sides of his temples. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life and he looked older than his actual age.
The Wind Maiden next to him pulled on his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Master, master, this person is so handsome." Even many Mongolian girls looked over with stars in their eyes.
Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face, he really missed Yang Guo the moment he saw him. He didn't think that Yang Guo would be able to get a bunch of fangirls wherever he went. The person who came was obviously Yang Guo, he had lost contact with him after their last meeting. He didn't think that he would come to the desert.
There was also a beautiful girl next to him. Her skin was extremely white and her eyes were clear. However, she would occasionally look at Yang Guo with a hint of shyness in her eyes. Her green dress accentuated her slim waist.
"Who is this girl? Her surname is Gongsun and she's dressed in green, could it be her?" Song Qingshu thought to himself.
Khubilai looked at Yang Guo and couldn't help but praise him, "As expected, he has an imposing appearance and looks like a talented person. I'm really happy to see so many handsome people today. Quick, bring some wine over, I want to drink with Daozi and this brother. "
He brought over four large cups and filled them with Mongolian horse milk wine. Khubilai took the cup and drank it in one gulp. Fawang also drank his cup and Song Qingshu drank his cup as well. The horse milk wine tasted sour at first but after getting used to it, it felt quite good.
Yang Guo rarely drank but when he saw that his master was acting like this, he couldn't refuse so he drank his cup as well.
Khubilai laughed, "Everyone in the city knows that Daozi can drink. I didn't think that Brother Yang would be so generous. What do you think of this wine?"
Yang Guo said, "This wine is spicy and sour, it tastes like a knife when it enters the mouth. It doesn't taste good but it's the taste of a real man."
Khubilai was delighted and called for more wine. The three of them drank three cups each. Yang Guo used his internal energy to drink without batting an eyelid.
Khubilai said happily, "Imperial Tutor, where did you find such a talented person? He's the fortune of Mongolia. "
Fawang then told him about Yang Guo's experiences. His words raised Yang Guo's status very high, as if he was an important person in the world of Wulin. Yang Guo didn't look happy at all after being praised by Fawang, instead he looked even more lonely.
Song Qingshu sighed, Jinlun Fawang and Yang Guo were really good friends; they could even get together like this.
Khubilai was delighted and ordered a banquet to be held. Not long after, the banquet was filled with wine and meat. The Mongolians and the Han ate half of the food. Khubilai said to his attendants, "Invite the heroes from the Recruitment Hall." His attendants complied and left the tent.
Khubilai said, "A few more guests have come to the Recruitment Hall these past few days, each with their own talents. It's a blessing for our country, but they can't compare to the Imperial Tutor, Daozi and Master Yang who are both talented in both the pen and the sword."
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