Looking at Kangxi's dejected figure falling down, Song Qingshu unexpectedly felt a trace of sadness. After all, they had known each other for so long, more or less they appreciated each other's characteristics. Unfortunately, the two of them were destined not to be friends.
From his bosom he took out another prepared mask and carefully pasted it on Kangxi's face, and then quickly exchanged their clothes. Finally, after confirming that there were no flaws, Song Qingshu loudly called for people to come in.
When Doron rushed in with the imperial guards, he saw the corpses all over the ground, and then saw Kangxi weakly lying on the bed. Cold sweat broke out all of a sudden: "This official came late to rescue Your Majesty, I deserve ten thousand deaths the most."
Looking at his former colleague respectfully kneeling on the ground, Song Qingshu suddenly had a kind of absurd feeling. He indifferently said, "Song Qingshu harbored evil intentions, he wanted to assassinate Zhen. Fortunately, there were several loyal subordinates who risked their lives to protect Zhen. Coupled with the help of an expert, he was killed on the spot. Humph, Zhen valued him so much in vain. It turned out that he relied on the imperial court in order to assassinate Zhen one day. Pass Zhen's decree: drag Song Qingshu's body to the courtyard and burn it, then grind his bones and scatter his ashes, and announce it to the world to dispel the hatred in Zhen's heart. "
Glancing at Song Qingshu lying in a pool of blood, Doron's expression was extremely strange. In his heart he endlessly cursed: "With Song Qingshu's martial art skill, if he really wanted to kill you, could these few people stop him?" Recalling that Oboi also died in such an unclear way, Doron did not dare to ask too much, but he inevitably felt the fox grieving for the rabbit's death.
"Yes!" Doron promptly waved his hand, letting the imperial guards drag 'Song Qingshu's' body away. Looking at the long bloodstains on the ground, Doron's face trembled. "Song Da … Song Qingshu came back together with that Divine Dragon Cult woman, I wonder how Your Majesty will deal with her?"
"Su Quan?" Song Qingshu fell into silence. He had hidden all this from everyone. If it was leaked, he would be consigned to eternal damnation. Although Su Quan had skin contact with him, Song Qingshu still couldn't figure out this woman's mind. Naturally, he didn't dare to tell her the truth. However, he couldn't just ignore it, or else his subordinates might go and eliminate the root of the problem. "Divine Dragon Island is still very important to the imperial court. Go and appease Cult Master Su personally. Song Qingshu's assassination was an individual act, and it has nothing to do with her. I am tired. You may withdraw first. "
"Yes, this servant will increase the number of guards outside. Your Majesty can rest assured." Doron slowly retreated. The moment he closed the door, he couldn't help but look inside. He didn't know why, but he felt that something was wrong inside, but he couldn't put his finger on it. In the end, he shook his head helplessly and blamed himself for being too shocked by what had happened today.
Very soon, everyone in Prince Bao's Manor knew what had happened. Su Quan felt dizzy and almost lost her balance. She could only see Doron's mouth opening and closing, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. There was only one thought in her mind. 'He's dead, he's dead. He has such high martial arts, how could he die?'
"Song … Where is Song Qingshu's corpse? I want to take a look." Su Quan's teeth were about to shatter as she stared at Doron in a daze.
Doron revealed a troubled expression. "His Majesty has decreed that Song Qingshu's bones are to be ground into ashes. No one is allowed to see him."
"Ground into ashes?" Su Quan felt the blood in her entire body freeze. She couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the ground.
Doron immediately called the servant girls to help Su Quan up. Looking at her dazed expression, he let out a long sigh. "Cult Master Su, I can see that your relationship with Lord Song is not ordinary. It's just that Lord Song has committed a heinous crime this time. It's better for Cult Master Su to leave as soon as possible. "
Recalling the days he spent with Song Qingshu in the past, Doron could not bear it anymore. He hinted Su Quan to return to Divine Dragon Island as soon as possible to prevent Kangxi from changing his mind. As for whether Su Quan could comprehend it or listen to his suggestion, it was none of his business.
In another side courtyard in the Prince Bao's Manor, Xia Qingqing vomited a mouthful of blood. Her gaze was unfocused as she muttered to herself, "I know you must have assassinated Kangxi because of me. It's all my fault, it's all my fault. Brother Song, I've harmed you … "
Xia Qingqing laid on the bed and cried. Not long after, she suddenly sat up. Her face was deathly pale. She slowly pulled out her sword and smiled mournfully. Then, she resolutely swiped it across her neck.
Poof!
Xia Qingqing's palm went numb. She could no longer hold the sword in her hand. She raised her head in shock and looked outside the window. "Who is it?"
When she ran out, she couldn't see anyone. She had no choice but to return to her room full of doubt. After this interruption, Xia Qingqing finally regained her senses. She tightly pursed her lips and made up her mind. No, I can't die like this. Brother Song, walk slowly on the road to the Yellow Springs. Don't drink Grandma Meng's soup yet. After I kill Kangxi, I'll immediately come and accompany you.
Song Qingshu, who was hiding in the courtyard, couldn't help but wipe his cold sweat. Fortunately, he had secretly come to take a look. Otherwise, wouldn't he have regretted it for the rest of his life? However, seeing Xia Qingqing commit suicide for him was something Song Qingshu hadn't expected. When he thought about how her first reaction after Yuan Chengzhi's death was to take revenge, he was astonished but also secretly delighted.
In the next few days, in order to avoid being seen through by the people around him, Song Qingshu used the excuse of recuperating as an excuse to live in seclusion and learn how to read memorials.
Who knew that after reading a few, Song Qingshu would become dizzy from the cryptic ancient text and angrily throw the memorials out.
"What is Your Majesty worried about?" A sweet-sounding female voice rang out.
Song Qingshu raised his head and saw Ma Chunhua bending down to pick up the memorials. He couldn't help but be startled. "Who let you in?"
"I specially stewed a bowl of osmanthus lotus seed soup for Your Majesty …" Seeing Kangxi look at her with a cold expression, Ma Chunhua's heart chilled. She finally understood that the other had never cared about her. With a face full of loneliness, she said, "Since Your Majesty doesn't like it, I'll take my leave first."
Finished speaking, she held back her tears and left.
Seeing Ma Chunhua's disheartened appearance as she left, Song Qingshu sighed. Ma Chunhua was someone who was extremely close to Kangxi. If they were together day and night, it was inevitable that she wouldn't see through him. Originally, he could have silenced her and put an end to it, but in the end, Song Qingshu wasn't such a cruel and cold-blooded person. He could only drive Ma Chunhua far away.
"Dolong!" Song Qingshu called out in a low voice.
"Your servant is here!" Dolong ran in in a panic and knelt on the ground.
"Are you the one who let Miss Ma in?" Song Qingshu asked coldly.
"Your servant deserves to die. Your servant thought Your Majesty was in a bad mood recently. Perhaps Miss Ma …"
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Song Qingshu, "In the future, no one is allowed to come in without my permission."
"Yes!" Dolong regretted it too late. As someone close to Kangxi, he more or less knew about the ambiguous relationship between Ma Chunhua and Kangxi. Moreover, he knew that after returning to the capital, Kangxi would confer Ma Chunhua the title of Concubine Hui. This time, he made the decision to let her in on his own accord to do this future Imperial Concubine a favor. He didn't expect that his flattery would backfire.
"Have the generals that Prince Bao sent to the Divine Dragon Island returned?" Song Qingshu asked.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, Li Shiyao, Hailancha, and Zhao Hui heard that Hongli was dead. In addition, their families are in Shengjing. After receiving the letter of surrender, although they were a little hesitant, they all surrendered in the end. Now, they are waiting in Shengjing for Your Majesty's punishment."
"What about Ah Gui and Fu Heng?" Song QingShu had wanted to replace Kangxi since a long time ago. He had investigated this information clearly. Hong Li had five generals who held military power. Li Shiyao and the others were sent to Divine Dragon Island. Ah Gui and Fu Heng had higher positions. They stayed at the northern border and were constantly on guard against the Mongolians' movements.
"Master Suo has gone to summon them. With Master Suo's ability, there shouldn't be a problem," Dolong answered.
Thinking of the exquisite Songgotu, Song Qingshu smiled knowingly. He was the most suitable person to do this kind of thing.
"How's the progress with Prince Kang's letter?" After a few days, Song Qingshu had slowly figured out Kangxi's arrangements.
"With Prince Kang's unremitting efforts, we have completely taken control of Shengjing. Most of Hongli's remaining forces have been purged. Occasionally, there are a few who slipped through the net, but they can no longer cause any trouble." Dolong had cooperated with Prince Kang many times during this period of time. Naturally, he knew everything.
"Hongli has managed Shengjing for several decades, how can his forces be uprooted so easily? Zhen cannot stay in Shengjing forever. How about this, let Prince Kang stay in Shengjing to intimidate the thieves and rascals. When Songgotu comes back, he will be in charge of Shengjing's government affairs. "
Song Qingshu had just usurped Kangxi's position, naturally he did not want the Manchurian Qing to immediately fall into disunity. At the same time, he was worried that Kangxi's people who were familiar with him would see through him. Thereupon, he deliberately transferred Kangxi's trusted aides such as Prince Kang and Songgotu away from his side. As for Dolong, as the Chief of the Imperial Bodyguards, it would be too abrupt for him to be transferred away all of a sudden. Therefore, he had no choice but to take it slow.
After meeting and appeasing Li Shiyao and the other veteran generals, Song Qingshu could finally put his mind at ease. However, as the situation in Shengjing gradually stabilized, the day of Song Qingshu's return to the Capital was also getting closer and closer.
Compared to Shengjing, there were more people in the Capital who were familiar with Kangxi, so it would be easier for him to see through him. However, the ministers under his command kept on sending memorials to urge him to return. Song Qingshu knew that delaying things like this was not a solution. Without any better option, he left Prince Kang and Songgotu behind to organize the situation in the north, while he himself took Dolong and the others to return to the Capital. Naturally, Ma Chunhua and Xia Qingqing were also among the troops returning to the Capital. As for Su Quan, she found an excuse to return to Divine Dragon Island. Song Qingshu also pushed the boat along with the current, hinting Dolong to let her go.
Naturally Xia Qingqing would be brought along, but it was a pity that Kangxi had previously announced that he was going to bestow her the title of Imperial Concubine Hui. As the saying goes, a monarch must not go back on his word, so Song Qingshu could not change his mind.
During this period of time, the news that Song Qingshu failed to assassinate Kangxi, and that his bones were ground and scattered into ashes spread throughout the Yangtze River, north and south.
On Mount Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Yuanqiao and said with a sigh, "This child Qingshu, at first I thought that he had stepped onto the wrong path, plus his martial art skill is getting higher and higher, even Shifu had thought of leaving the mountain to clean up the sect. Who would have thought that his ambition was lofty and pure, that he did not hesitate to sink his body into the mud? Although in the end he failed, he is still worthy to be called a hero. Shifu has really misjudged him. "
On Mount Emei, Zhou Zhiruo shut herself in her room. The White Python Whip Technique poured out in torrents, smashing everything in the room to pieces.
Yunnan's Five Poison Cult, Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan were crying their eyes out. Dongfang Muxue stood with her hands behind her back, looking in the direction of Yanjing, her countenance was as cold as ice.
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