"I have an eidetic memory." Song Qingshu joked. He knew very well that before he found the treasure map, he had studied a lot of maps of Liaodong. According to the plot of the original work, he had also calculated several locations, so naturally he knew the topography of that area. Therefore, when he saw the real treasure map, he quickly memorized it.
"Song Dage, you're amazing," Shuang'er said with emotion. "You and Xiaobao are really different."
"What's the difference?" Song Qingshu was also curious about how Shuang'er would compare him and Xiaobao.
"Xiaobao is illiterate, but you have an eidetic memory. Xiaobao doesn't know any martial arts, but your martial arts are matchless … but you have one thing in common, that is, you both treat me very well." Shuang'er's eyes revealed a trace of confusion.
"If Xiaobao didn't die, would you choose me or him?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but ask. As soon as the words left his mouth, he wished he could slap himself. This kind of question was as stupid as the QQ Space in his previous life: "Your wife and your mother fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?"
Sure enough, Shuang'er's complexion suddenly changed. The blush on her face immediately turned pale. After hesitating for a moment, she murmured, "I'm sorry, Song Dage."
Who would have thought that Song Qingshu smiled open-heartedly and said, "Shuang'er, it's Song Dage's fault for asking this kind of question. I know your answer, you don't have to blame yourself. After all … the living can't fight the dead. "The last sentence was very soft, perhaps only Song Qingshu could hear it.
"Song Dage, I want to be alone for a while." Shuang'er forced a smile at him.
The ambiguous atmosphere of the warm and fragrant jade had long since disappeared. Song Qingshu felt a trace of coldness in the quilt. He was very regretful. He nodded and said, "Shuang'er, you rest well. I'll pick you up early tomorrow morning. We'll go to Brother Wei's grave to pay our respects."
"Mmm." Shuang'er turned her back to him and buried her head in the quilt.
After putting on his clothes, he turned his head to look at Shuang 'er's appearance on the bed. He knew that right now she was immersed in deep guilt and self-blame. Song Qingshu slapped his own mouth, and then quietly jumped out of the window.
After returning home, Song Qingshu naturally did not have the mood to flirt with Nan Lan in the neighboring room. Returning to his bedroom, he began to train his Qi, practicing the Joyous Zen technique. When the sky was bright, he got up and went to Shuang 'er's residence.
Just as he pushed open the bedroom door, he was surprised to see Nan Lan supporting Tian Guinong as they strolled in the courtyard. She was wearing a plain blue cotton dress, which made her look more homey. The morning sunlight shone on her shiny black hair, making it look somewhat dazzling.
"Guinong, take your time. Be careful." Nan Lan carefully held Tian Guinong's arm and led him forward.
Seeing her acting like a considerate wife, Song Qingshu's heart suddenly flashed a trace of regret.
"Lord Song, long time no see." At this moment, Tian Guinong noticed him and hurriedly cupped his fists in greeting. Beside him, Nan Lan's eyes flickered. She hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Brother Tian's recovery is gratifying. Presumably, it won't be long before you'll be full of vigor," Song Qingshu said.
Tian Guinong smiled wryly. "It's not like Brother Song doesn't know about my situation. How can I be … full of vigor? I should thank the heavens and earth that I can recover my martial arts. "
"With such a considerate wife like Madam taking care of you, Brother Tian will definitely be fine." Song Qingshu looked at Nan Lan and smiled.
Nan Lan's heart tightened. She forced a smile and nodded in response.
"I've already ordered the servants to purchase a large amount of expensive medicinal ingredients and store them in the residence. They should be able to help Brother Tian recuperate." Song Qingshu said, "Song Mou will be leaving the capital soon. If the two of you need anything, Madam can just ask the servants in the residence."
"How long will you be gone for?" Nan Lan asked reflexively. She was instantly shocked. She secretly glanced at Tian Guinong's expression. Seeing that he didn't seem suspicious at all, she continued, "Thank you, Lord Song, for taking care of us. We really don't know how to repay you."
"I thought you wouldn't dare to speak to me." Song Qingshu said quietly. Seeing Tian Guinong's ears twitch, he hurriedly raised his voice and said, "Madam, there's no need to be so courteous. Brother Tian has already agreed to join me in the future. With Brother Tian's talent, Song Mou will naturally treat him as an honored guest. Furthermore, we are friends. "
Hearing his words, Nan Lan glared at him fiercely. She thought to herself, If Guinong knew what you've done to me, do you think he would treat you as a friend?
Tian Guinong naturally didn't know any of this. Even though he was in dire straits, he was still treated with such courtesy by Song Qingshu. Even though he was naturally cold, a trace of warmth rose in his heart.
Seeing Song Qingshu's figure disappear outside the door, Tian Guinong sighed. "Lan 'er, I'm a cripple now. For Song Qingshu to treat me so courteously, I'm afraid it's all thanks to you."
Nan Lan's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Brother Song naturally takes a fancy to your abilities and hopes that you can lend him a hand one day. What does that have to do with me?"
Looking at his wife's beautiful face, Tian Guinong shook his head. "Song Qingshu is ten times more intelligent than me. His martial arts and influence are a hundred times more powerful than mine. What abilities do I have that would make him take a fancy to me? Lan 'er, you're kind-hearted and don't understand how sinister people can be. In my opinion, he probably has ulterior motives. "
Nan Lan was extremely nervous. She thought that her husband had noticed something. Feeling a little guilty, she said, "That can't be. I can see that Brother Song is clearly a gentleman …" At this point, Nan Lan paused and spat in her heart. She then continued, "Furthermore, he's an important official of the court. How could he take a fancy to a ruined woman like me … Sigh, do you think he's taken a fancy to Qingwen?"
Tian Guinong shook his head and said, "Although Qingwen is somewhat good-looking, she can't compare to someone as beautiful as you. In the past in Shengjing, which high official or noble wouldn't stare at you when they saw you? "
Nan Lan pretended to be angry and said, "Prince Song is taking care of us out of goodwill, but you're gauging the heart of a gentleman with your own mean measure."
"Lan 'er, don't be angry." Tian Guinong smiled sheepishly. "This is called guarding against others. Hehe, this isn't actually a bad thing. You're too beautiful and I don't have any power or influence right now. I can't protect you. If he has feelings for you, he'll naturally protect you … "
"You're getting more and more ridiculous!" Nan Lan spat and stopped him. "Could it be that he's coveting your wife and you're still so magnanimous?"
"Of course I wouldn't in the past, but now I …" Tian Guinong's tone was filled with endless sadness.
"Guinong, don't think about that. I'll always be by your side." Nan Lan held his hand and comforted him.
Tian Guinong nodded noncommittally. His eyes were shining brightly, but no one knew what he was thinking.
… …
Looking at the plaque on the Viscount's residence, Song Qingshu was a little absent-minded. He could use his qinggong to sneak in at night to steal incense and jade, so he naturally wouldn't dare to do so in broad daylight. After being notified, Song Qingshu finally walked in.
Shuang 'er had a fierce battle last night and then fell into endless sorrow. When they met again today, she couldn't hide the weariness on her face. Song Qingshu chatted with her for a while and then suggested that they go to Little Treasure's grave outside the city to pay their respects just like they had agreed last night.
"Brother Song, please wait a moment. I'll send someone to prepare incense, candles, and paper money." Shuang 'er's reply made Song Qingshu heave a sigh of relief. After last night's disturbance, he was worried that Shuang' er wouldn't go today.
Song Qingshu's main purpose in cremating the treasure map in front of Wei Xiaobao's grave was to lessen Wei Xiaobao's shadow in Shuang 'er's heart. The treasure map was embroidered on Shuang 'er's underwear. Such a close-fitting object, Shuang' er would see it as soon as she slept. It was inevitable that she would think of Wei Xiaobao. Once it was burned, Shuang 'er would naturally gradually forget Wei Xiaobao as time passed. After all, time was the best medicine for all pain.
"Brother Song, I won't go. You saved me and Shuang 'er last time, and I still haven't properly thanked you. I'll cook a few dishes at home. When you come back, I'll treat you well. "Fang Yi stood up and said.
Song Qingshu saw that Fang Yi was still as gentle and charming as when he first saw her, her pretty face was both angry and happy at the same time. In his heart he thought it was strange: This woman did not look like she had just lost her husband.
On the way to the outskirts of the city, Song Qingshu could not bear not to approach Shuang 'er and ask, "Shuang' er, why didn't Fang Yi come with us to pay her respects to Wei Xiaobao?" Although he felt that burning the treasure map in front of Fang Yi would be a bit of a hindrance, it was even more strange that she did not come.
Shuang 'er was worried that other people would see her, subconsciously she moved a bit further away from Song Qingshu. When she found out that Taohong, Liulu, two girls were not by her side, but rather several zhang behind her, she could not help but secretly stomping her foot. Without any better option, she replied, "Miss Fang has always looked down on Xiaobao … she is a famous chivalrous woman in the Wulin world, she is also beautiful, naturally she will not like Xiaobao who was born as a hoodlum. Previously, she was forced to tacitly accept the title of Xiaobao's first wife, but in her heart, she has never regarded Xiaobao as her husband. Looking at her expression, after today's banquet with Song Dage, I am afraid she will leave the Viscount Mansion … She and Xiaobao have only known each other for a short time, she still cannot fully feel Xiaobao's merits, therefore, I do not blame her for making this choice. "
"Shuang 'er, you are really kind-hearted." Song Qingshu recalled that in the original work, Fang Yi also deceived Wei Xiaobao several times and almost killed him. Later, after going through trials and tribulations together, she felt that Wei Xiaobao was sincerely good to her, so she was willing to become Wei Xiaobao's wife. Right now, the relationship between the two of them had not progressed to that stage, naturally he would not be as sad as Shuang 'er.
"What qualifications do I have to blame her?" Shuang 'er faintly sighed.
"Shuang 'er, this is all my fault." Song Qingshu knew that she felt sorry for Wei Xiaobao, so he quickly consoled her.
"Song Dage, you have never forced me to do anything. I am willing to do all of this, how is this your fault? " Shuang 'er revealed a trace of a smile, stretched out her small hand, and touched every word on the tombstone in front of her, muttering to herself, "Xiaobao, I am sorry …"
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