Yang Guo opened his mouth but didn't say anything in the end. He was obviously shocked by Song QingShu's ingenious suggestion. However, he couldn't help but compare Guo Fu's and Huang Rong's appearances in his mind. They were indeed carved from the same mold …
Yang Guo's face couldn't help but turn red. He snorted coldly and turned to leave.
"You were really persuaded by me?" Seeing Yang Guo leave so easily, it was Song Qingshu's turn to be shocked.
"You shameless pervert?" Guo Fu finally regained her anger after Yang Guo left. She couldn't help but glare at Song Qingshu angrily.
Song Qingshu shrugged, "Miss Guo, you're too heartless. I just saved your life, and you're biting the hand that feeds you."
"Who needs you to save me!" Guo Fu's face turned red when she thought about what he said just now.
"Fu 'er, don't be rude." A gentle female voice came from behind. Song Qingshu turned around and saw a charming young woman standing not far away. Who else could it be but Huang Rong?
"Mother, this person … this person bullied me." Guo Fu threw herself into Huang Rong's arms and acted like a spoiled child. She opened her mouth but was too embarrassed to say what Song Qingshu had said about her and her mother.
Huang Rong also had a strange expression on her face. She had heard every word of what had been said. She looked at the young man in front of her and said with a smile that wasn't a smile, "Song Shaoxia, we meet again."
Song Qingshu thought that no wonder Yang Guo left so easily. He had noticed Huang Rong. With his proud personality, he naturally didn't want to face Aunt Guo of the past.
Seeing Huang Rong speak, Song Qingshu slowly replied, "Greetings, Madam Guo. I haven't seen you for a long time, but you're still as beautiful as ever."
Huang Rong was startled. Ever since she got married, the people of Jianghu respected her and her husband. They usually used words and sentences with great respect. They either praised her for her beauty or praised her wit. For more than ten years, it seemed that no one had praised her beauty to her face. She did not expect that she would be praised by a young man today.
Which girl didn't like to hear flattery? Huang Rong seemed to recall all the things that happened during her teenage years. A faint blush appeared on her face, making her look even more beautiful.
But thinking of Song Qingshu's vulgar words, Huang Rong quickly came back to her senses. She secretly spat in her heart. This little bastard, I caught him in the act, but he doesn't even have a trace of shame.
But with Huang Rong's current status, it wasn't convenient for her to make things difficult for a young man. Moreover, what Song Qingshu said was too shameless. Huang Rong blushed. She naturally didn't want to pursue it.
"Fu 'er, in order to save you, Song Shaoxia used his wits instead of his strength. Sure enough, heroes come from the young."
Seeing Huang Rong's depressed face, but still pretending to be polite, Song Qingshu's heart bloomed with joy. But thinking that this woman couldn't afford to be taken advantage of, he quickly put on a serious expression and said, "Xiangyang's military affairs are busy, how did Madam Guo find the time to come to Shandong, which is thousands of miles away?"
Huang Rong smiled slightly, "It seems that Song Shaoxia's news is not very smooth. Now that Mongolia and the imperial court have peace talks, Xiangyang will temporarily stop fighting. It just so happens that the Golden Snake Camp invited me to organize this Golden Snake Meeting, so I came out to relax. Song Shaoxia saved Fu 'er this time, but I can't repay him. Thinking about it, Song Shaoxia will also be participating in this competition. As long as it doesn't violate the rules of the competition, I will take good care of Song Shaoxia. "
Song Qingshu had been recuperating in seclusion during this time. Xia Qingqing and Ah Jiu, other than analyzing the opponents, didn't tell him other trivial matters of the Golden Snake Meeting, so he didn't know that Huang Rong was hosting this meeting.
After all, in terms of martial arts and reputation, the heads of Shaolin, Wudang, and Chongyang Palace were definitely enough. But those people had a lot of misgivings and might not be able to support the Golden Snake Camp so clearly. As for the remaining people, the most suitable were Guo Jing and Huang Rong.
After receiving the invitation from the Golden Snake Camp, Huang Rong was extremely moved because Guo Fu had been away from home for almost a year. She wanted to take the opportunity to see her daughter. Guo Jing had to stay in Xiangyang to guard against the Mongolians. Huang Rong looked regretful, but she was overjoyed. After all, Guo Jing had threatened to cut off Guo Fu's arm as compensation to Yang Guo. With him around, it wouldn't be so convenient for her to see Guo Fu.
For the past year, Huang Rong had been paying attention to her daughter's life, so it didn't take long to find Guo Fu. When Guo Fu saw her, she cried like a tearful person, so Huang Rong took her to the Golden Snake Meeting to let her relax.
She had been discussing the meeting with the mountain leaders of the Golden Snake Camp, so she let Guo Fu sit in her seat for a while. Who knew that she would be so unlucky as to run into Yang Guo?
Song Qingshu was a little scared by her smile. She said she would take care of him, but in fact, she must have hated him for what he had just said. She wanted to make things difficult for him, so he casually said a few words and went back to his seat.
"Song Qingshu, what you said just now was a bit vulgar." When he sat down, Zhu Mang couldn't help but say this with a red face.
Zeng Rou nodded like a chick pecking rice, obviously agreeing with Ah-Jiu.
"Because I don't like this mother and daughter. Most of Brother Yang's suffering in his life is because of this weird mother and daughter," Song Qingshu whispered with a smile.
"Since you want to get along with Yang Guo, why did you save Miss Guo just now?" Zhu Mang asked curiously.
"Because she's really beautiful. It's a pity to have one of her hands cut off." Song QingShu said seriously. He couldn't tell Zhu Baohua that in another time and space, her hand was also cut off, right?
"Isn't it enough to have a fairy-like person like Sister Ah-Jiu? You're still thinking about other girls?" A cold voice came from behind. It turned out that Zhou Zhiruo was leading the Emei Sect's disciples to their seats. Whether it was intentional or not, Zhou Zhiruo's seat was next to Song Qingshu.
"Uh …" Song Qingshu's face was gloomy. He didn't know what kind of bad luck he had today, but he was caught red-handed every time.
Zhu Mang said in a sweet voice, "Ah-Jiu is no match for Sister."
Although the Ming Dynasty had fallen, Ah-Jiu was still a princess. Every time they met, she was so gentle, which made Zhou Zhiruo feel embarrassed. A gentle smile finally appeared on her cold face. She pulled Zhu Mang aside and whispered to each other, leaving Song Qingshu to the side.
"Three monks have no water to drink. My Rourou is the best." Song Qingshu took Zeng Rou's small hand. Just like her name, her hand was soft and smooth. Zeng Rou shivered, but for some reason, she didn't resist.
"Hmph, he really is a pervert." Guo Fu, who was not far away, couldn't help but snort when she saw this.
Hearing her voice, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhu Mang also turned around and stared at the two with a faint smile. Zeng Rou's small hand suddenly retracted, and her face immediately turned red.
"Don't talk nonsense." Huang Rong covered her daughter's mouth with a headache. This precious daughter of hers was really a troublemaker. His wife was next to him, and Guo Fu's words had also scolded the Emei Sect.
Song Qingshu smiled and didn't lower himself to Guo Fu's level. But he knew that Zeng Rou had always been shy, and it was probably impossible to pull her away. Moreover, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhu Mang tacitly ignored him, so he could only focus on the other sects.
"Mother, what's the background of that pervert? How did he manage to sneak into the seats of honor?" Guo Fu was filled with anger when she saw Song QingShu looking around.
"In the past year, no one in the Jianghu was more famous than him," Huang Rong sighed. When they met by chance in the Jiangling Prefecture, he seemed to be a sickly man with broken meridians. She didn't expect that he would become a world-famous top martial artist in such a short time.
"In the past year, the most famous person was obviously Song Qingshu!" Guo Fu pouted discontentedly.
During this time, she had been hiding everywhere. Whether it was the food or the place she lived in, they were all far from home. The only fun she had was listening to the stories of the Jianghu told by the storytellers in the inn. These storytellers were more or less related to the Five Lakes Sect, so they naturally boasted about Song Qingshu. Guo Fu's beautiful eyes lit up as she listened, and her heart was full of curiosity about this legendary hero.
Guo Fu's expression suddenly changed. "Mother, you just called him Song Shaoxia. Is it really him? How could that great hero be such a pervert? "
"Great hero?" Huang Rong was surprised.
Guo Fu tightly pursed her lips, not saying a word as she stared at Song QingShu, who was not far away.
Noticing Guo Fu's gaze, Song Qingshu was confused. "Even if you think I'm handsome, you don't have to keep staring at me like this, right? I feel embarrassed. "
"Brother Song!" An eager voice came to his ears.
Song Qingshu looked back and saw a group of people from the Mu Palace walking over in a hurry. He quickly returned the salute and said, "Little Duke Mu."
"Brother Song, thank you for your help the other day …" Mu Jiansheng's eyes suddenly moved to Zhu Mengai, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Although she was covered with a layer of gauze, at such a close distance, the gauze could not cover her appearance.
"Mu Jiansheng from the Skywave Mansion greets Princess Changping!" Seeing Mu Jiansheng suddenly kneel, the people of the Mu Palace immediately followed.
"Get up, please!" Zhu Mengai quickly raised his hand to help them up. "The Mu Palace has been loyal to the country for generations. Now that the Ming Dynasty has passed, you are still unswervingly fighting against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty. Ah Jiu thanks you on behalf of my father."
"I dare not!" Mu Jiansheng and the others stood up with expressions that were obviously extremely excited. "The Late Emperor's bloodline has been preserved. It's truly the blessing of the Great Ancestor."
"There are too many people here. It's not a good place to talk." Zhu Yong stood up and looked at Song Qingshu hesitantly. "Song Qingshu, I want to take them to the quiet room in the back to talk."
A trace of surprise flashed across Mu Jiansheng's face when he heard how Zhu Xiaoyi addressed Song Qingshu, and Fang Yi's expression was even more complicated.
"It's okay, you guys go. Zhiruo is here to take care of things." Song Qingshu smiled and waved his hand. Their identities were somewhat shameful. Naturally, it was more convenient to find a place with no one around to talk.
Not far away, Huang Rong's eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment. She knew the Little Duke of Mu Palace, but she really did not expect that someone of his status would actually kneel to the womenfolk around Song Qingshu.
This Song Qingshu seemed to be quite capable. r1058
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