On the second day after failing to detoxify the poison, Song Qingshu bade farewell to Ren Woxing. Ren Woxing didn't understand why he left in such a hurry, and Song Qingshu couldn't explain that there were still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in Yan Jing City, so he could only reluctantly make up an excuse.
Zhao Min's injuries continued to be treated, so she could only leave with Song Qingshu. Although the journey was tiring, her luxurious and exquisite carriage could alleviate this problem to the greatest extent.
As for Li Mochou, Song Qingshu left her at Blackwood Cliff. Ren Woxing also gave her face and promised her a position as an elder. After all, after he finished cleaning up Zhang Wuji's forces, those empty positions would need to be filled. With Li Mochou's martial arts and reputation in Jianghu, she was more than enough to be an elder.
Li Mochou was originally unwilling, but she had promised to return Song Qingshu's people. Song Qingshu originally wanted her to join the stick, but now that he had formed an alliance with the Sun Moon Sect, he would continue to insert people there. She was the most suitable candidate to open up the new land.
In the end, Li Mochou agreed to Song Qingshu's request. However, she emphasized that it was only for a year. After a year, she would leave and no longer owe him anything. Song Qingshu agreed. A year's time was enough for him to arrange for enough people to be inserted.
Ren Woxing and Ren Yingying warmly sent the two down the mountain. On the way, he kept urging Song Qingshu to come as soon as possible to marry Ren Yingying. Ren Yingying's pretty face was completely black, and she looked as if she couldn't wait for him to never come back.
"I'm really very curious. What's so important in Yan Jing City that you're willing to give up your beautiful wife and rush there?" Not long after leaving Blackwood Cliff, Zhao Min leisurely sat on the soft cushion of the carriage and looked at him with a faint smile.
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. Zhao Min's intelligence was too terrifying. It would be terrible if she found out something.
"Can I understand that the Commandery Princess is jealous?" Song Qingshu deliberately joked.
Zhao Min blushed. Sure enough, her attention was diverted. "Who would be jealous of a playboy like you?"
"Then why are there people on the mountain asking me how I settled Ren Yingying?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh.
"Now that I know these methods, I won't be easily fooled by you." Zhao Min giggled, but she soon realized that the conversation between the two seemed to be a little too ambiguous, so she quickly changed the topic. "If I remember correctly, you're now the number one enemy of the Manchurian imperial court, and they want to kill you as soon as possible. Aren't you afraid of walking into a trap by going to Yan Jing at this time?"
"With Song Mou's martial arts, as long as I want to leave, there is no dragon's pool or tiger's den in this world that can stop me," Song Qingshu said proudly.
"I know what you're capable of, alright? Look at how proud you are." Zhao Min actually admired this man's confidence. Of course, she would definitely not admit it.
"But if someone deliberately tipped off the Manchurian Imperial Court, then it's hard to say." Song Qingshu said as his eyes glanced at Zhao Min.
Zhao Min couldn't help but blush. She knew that Song Qingshu was referring to the Golden Snake Camp's betrayal last time. She couldn't help but pout coquettishly, "Aiya, that time, I wanted you to lose your footing in the Central Plains and forced you to my side."
"Really?" Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally. He had seen so many things that women lied to him. How could he so easily believe a woman's words, not to mention a beautiful woman like Zhao Min?
"I didn't know what you were thinking at that time." Zhao Min sighed. "If I had known that you had the ambition to conquer the world, I wouldn't have thought that you were willing to come to me."
"Now that Your Highness knows Song Mou's ambition, will you advise your Khan to secretly guard against me when you return to Mongolia?" Song Qingshu asked in a low voice. He was still young. If the Mongolians treated him as their number one enemy, it would indeed not be a good thing.
Zhao Min smiled sweetly. "You underestimate our Genghis Khan's breadth of mind. If the Khan knew that he had such an amazing opponent like you, he would definitely be even happier. However, with your current strength, I'm afraid that you are still not a match for our Khan. "
"That's good." Song Qingshu didn't get angry. 'Build high walls, accumulate grain, and slowly become king' was the golden rule of fighting for the world. Making a fortune in silence was the hard truth.
Zhao Min hesitated and added, "Don't worry. No matter what, I won't reveal your ambition to the other Mongolians."
She knew that this time, Song Qingshu only heard some secret things because he wanted to save her. Moreover, he didn't have any intention of making things difficult for her after that. On one hand, she was slightly disapproving of his soft-heartedness, but on the other hand, she was inexplicably touched. Since he treated her with sincerity, she was not a cold-blooded and heartless person.
Of course, more importantly, Song Qingshu's current strength compared to the Mongolians was like an ant compared to an elephant. There was indeed no need to target him.
"Your Highness is willing to sacrifice the interests of Mongolia for me." A faint smile hung on the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth. "Your Highness's actions can be called 'deceitful'?"
Zhao Min was stunned. After a long time, she finally realized what he meant by 'deceitful'. She couldn't help but feel angry and annoyed. "You are the 'deceitful'. Your whole family are 'deceitful'."
"I'm not a Mongolian. How can I be a deceitful?" Song Qingshu smiled carelessly.
"What if I recruit you as my consort?" Zhao Min blurted out.
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. However, he was no longer a novice in the field of love. He quickly calmed down and asked, "Really?"
Zhao Min couldn't resist his fiery gaze. She turned her head away unnaturally and giggled. "Of course it's fake. My consort wants to be a great hero who can pacify the country with his literature and conquer the country with his martial arts …"
Before Zhao Min finished speaking, Song Qingshu smiled shyly. "I didn't expect that Your Highness would discover such a deeply hidden advantage of mine. Ah, I'm usually very low-key."
Zhao Min was stunned for a while. Soon, she laughed and trembled. "You're always so frivolous."
After the laughter, the atmosphere in the carriage became strange. After a long time, Zhao Min sighed faintly and said, "Those conditions are actually secondary. The most important thing is that the person will only love me in his life …"
Zhao Min knew that if she wanted to successfully lure Song Qingshu, she couldn't say such words at all. However, she didn't know why, but she opened her heart unconsciously.
Song Qingshu was stunned. He sighed slightly and said, "This condition is indeed a bit harsh …"
Just as Zhao Min was about to tease him, Song QingShu changed the topic and immediately said, "However, I believe that with my charm, I will definitely be able to make the princess relax these conditions."
"Go die." Zhao Min's face turned red. She couldn't stand his narcissism anymore and couldn't help but spit.
In the following days, Song Qingshu began to treat Zhao Min's injuries. When they had free time, the two of them would chat. The two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't bring up the topic of their relationship. Instead, they chatted about everything under the sun. Song Qingshu was subdued by Zhao Min's profound knowledge. Zhao Min was often shocked speechless by some of Song Qingshu's wonderful ideas.
Song QingShu had the Nine Yin Manual and the Divine Illuminating Technique, these two great healing techniques. When used together, he achieved twice the result with half the effort. In the short period of a few days from Black Wood Cliff to the outskirts of Yan Jing, Zhao Min's serious internal injuries were already almost healed.
After these few days of being together and exchanging ideas every day, whether it was Zhao Min or Song Qingshu, they both faintly felt that the relationship between the two of them seemed to be different. However, they couldn't say what was different.
"You really don't plan to enter Yan Jing?" Song Qingshu confirmed again.
"Who asked my martial arts to not be as high as yours and I'm injured. With my identity, if Kangxi finds out, I won't be able to run." Zhao Min said with a pitiful face.
"I can protect you." Song Qingshu thought, I am Kangxi now. Catching or not catching you is just a matter of a word.
"Just now from your eyes, I felt that you let out a sigh of relief. You obviously don't want me to enter the city, but you still pretend to be so real." Zhao Min curled her lips and casually waved her hand. "Forget it, forget it. Seeing that you accompanied this princess to relieve boredom these days, this princess is magnanimous and won't argue with you."
Song Qingshu's face was gloomy. "What do you mean accompany you to relieve boredom? It was clearly me who used my internal energy to heal your injuries."
"I will remember you." Zhao Min smiled sweetly. "I'll tell you the truth. The main thing is that I've been out for too long. If I don't go back, my family will be worried. What's more, I've been poisoned by that disgusting poison. I can't always count on you to help me find the antidote."
Song Qingshu saw that she was clearly smiling, but a cold light flashed in her eyes. He couldn't help but mourn for Murong Jingyue for three minutes in his heart. Of all the people he could provoke, he had to provoke Zhao Min. Who was Zhao Min? She was the person who destroyed half of the martial arts world with a raise of her hand.
"You don't have to worry too much. There is still some time before the Duanyang Festival next year. With the Ruyang Mansion, the Golden Snake Camp, and the Sun Moon Sect working together to find Murong Jingyue, Murong Jingyue can't escape even if he hides to the ends of the earth." Song Qingshu got off the carriage and cupped his hands to Zhao Min. "We will meet again."
He didn't tell Zhao Min about the Poison Hand King Of Medicine and Cheng Lingsu. After all, he wasn't sure that the two could cure the poison of the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill. It was the cruelest to give people hope and then disappoint them.
"We will meet again." Zhao Min lifted the carriage curtain and watched Song Qingshu disappear at the city gate. Suddenly, she stopped smiling and said coldly, "Pass down my order. Let the spies in Yan Jing City keep a close eye on him. I want to know who he will contact and what he will do next."
"Yes!" The carriage driver answered respectfully. Then, he wrote down her order in secret language and tied it to the leg of the carrier pigeon. Just as he was about to release it, Zhao Min said,
"Wait!"
Zhao Min looked hesitant. After a long time, she sighed and said, "Forget it. Cancel the order." Then, she returned to the carriage.
The carriage driver looked at the swaying carriage curtain in front of him and couldn't help but be stunned.
Song QingShu walked on the streets of Yan Jing City. In order to avoid being recognized, he put on the silver mask again. Looking at the familiar road, he felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. Although this majestic city was actually under his control, he could not appear openly. It really could not be said that it was a kind of irony.
After confirming that he wasn't being followed, Song Qingshu turned left and right all the way and arrived at the largest brothel in the capital.
At this time, it was late in the morning. It was still not the time for the brothel to open. However, Song Qingshu didn't plan to enter from the main entrance. He went around to a small alley at the back. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he lightly leaped and flew to the window of a private room upstairs.
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