Zhang SongXi pulled on Song YuanQiao's sleeve and whispered, "Isn't she the mysterious yellow-robed girl from the Lion Slaying Gathering? Qingshu and her … Hehe, elder brother, your son is quite amazing." The yellow-robed girl's appearance at the Lion Slaying Gathering left a deep impression on many people. No wonder even a middle-aged man like Zhang SongXi couldn't help but start gossiping.
"They might not be in that kind of relationship." Song YuanQiao's tone was a little uncertain, but he was actually very happy. A few years ago, he saw his son fall in love with Zhou Zhiruo and Zhou Zhiruo fall in love with Zhang Wuji. He was worried that his son was destined to be single for the rest of his life. Who would have thought that in just a few years, his son would not only marry Zhou Zhiruo but also have romantic relationships with so many women in the martial arts world …
"Should I remind him to be more single-minded?" Song YuanQiao was a righteous person. Seeing his son being involved with so many women, he subconsciously felt a little unhappy. But then he thought about it and realized that marrying a few more women was not a bad thing. Thinking back to how Zhang SanFeng always taught him to let nature take its course, he gave up on the idea of persuading his son.
Noticing the strange expressions on everyone's faces, the yellow-robed woman quickly realized that her words were ambiguous. When she remembered that Song QingShu's father was still here, her somewhat pale cheeks immediately flushed with a beautiful blush.
"You guys take your time to catch up. I'll save them first." The yellow-robed girl knew that the more she explained, the more complicated things would become. She might as well take drastic measures and leave this place first.
"Sister, these Song Dynasty princesses are still in my hands. Aren't you going to ask for my opinion first?" Zhao Min's eyes flashed. She took a step forward and stood in front of Zhao Min.
The yellow-robed woman coldly snorted and immediately released a secret signal. Soon, her subordinates, who had been lying in ambush, also rushed out and surrounded Zhao Min's defeated subordinates. "More than half of your subordinates are dead or injured, and the Xuanming Elders are also seriously injured. With your current strength, you can't stop me at all."
Zhao Min smiled sweetly and hugged Song Qingshu's arm, pressing half of her body against him. "But I still have Brother Qingshu."
Noticing her actions, the yellow-robed woman's eyebrows twitched. She cursed in her heart, "Mongolian women really don't know shame. In broad daylight, they are actually being affectionate with a man."
"Princess, don't be delusional. Prince Song is my ally. Why would he help you?" The yellow-robed woman's voice was incomparably cold.
"That's not necessarily true. You're just allies, but we're …" Zhao Min purposely wanted to say something, but stopped on second thought. With a shy expression, she asked, "Brother Qingshu, are you going to help me or her?"
Song Qingshu had a big headache, he had no choice but to say, "No matter who you help, can you get these women out of the Imperial Palace first? Although the defense forces in the Imperial Palace have been mobilized, so much time has passed. The Jin Kingdom should have realized it. Maybe they will send an army here soon. At that time, no one will be able to leave. "
Zhao Min smiled sweetly. "Since Brother Qingshu has said so, I'm not a woman who doesn't know the big picture. How about this, as long as Brother Qingshu asks me personally, I will hand over the Song Dynasty princesses to this beautiful sister."
"How do you want me to beg you?" Song QingShu was incomparably gloomy. What time was it? She was still so unhurried. However, seeing Zhao Minxin's rose-like appearance, he couldn't get angry.
"It's very simple. Just promise me one condition." Zhao Min raised her neck and looked at him with her big eyes blinking.
Song Qingshu asked with a headache, "Is it the condition that you haven't thought about and will tell me later?"
Zhao Min's eyes turned into a crescent moon. "Brother Qingshu is really smart."
The yellow-robed woman frowned. "Prince Song, there is no need to agree to her unreasonable request. Her subordinates can't stop me."
Zhao Min let go of Song Qingshu and slowly looked around the yellow-robed woman. The yellow-robed woman felt uncomfortable and couldn't help asking, "What are you looking at?"
"Sister, don't worry. I won't make any conditions that will make Brother Qingshu embarrassed. For example, I won't allow Brother Qingshu to marry you …" Zhao Min saw the yellow-robed woman frown and quickly added, "Of course I won't make such a request."
Seeing that the yellow-robed woman was so angry that her body trembled, Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I promise you. Quickly let them go."
Hearing Song Qingshu agree, Zhao Min immediately beamed with joy. She pointed at her subordinates and said, "You, you, and you, all go back to where you belong. There is no need to follow me anymore."
The Xuanming Elders immediately looked bitter. "Princess, how can there be no one to protect you?"
"I'm counting on you two to protect me.
I, this princess, have died countless times. "Zhao Min curled her lips and tugged at Song Qingshu's sleeve. She answered as if it was a matter of course," Now I have Brother Qingshu to protect me. Isn't that enough? "
The Xuanming Elders looked gloomy, but they had no way to refute. After glancing at each other, they had no choice but to dejectedly leave with their subordinates. For some unknown reason, Ouyang Feng's group didn't stop them and let them leave.
The yellow-robed woman took advantage of this time to protect those princesses of the Song Dynasty. When they found out about the yellow-robed woman's identity and that they had a chance to escape from the devil's den, they cried tears of joy.
Song Qingshu glanced at them, then turned his attention to Murong Bo. "Elder Murong, if it weren't for your son, it would have been very difficult for me to heal my broken meridians. I shouldn't have come to trouble you. However, I have already repaid the favor I owed your son. This time, you attacked my father and several martial uncles, so we should properly settle the score."
Unlike Song Qingshu, Murong Bo was a top-notch character who had been famous in Jianghu for decades. Being reprimanded by a junior like this, even if he was afraid of the opposite party's martial arts, he didn't want to reveal the slightest bit of cowardice in front of everyone. "This matter was done by this old man, what can you do to me?"
Song Qingshu coldly snorted. When the sound reached everyone's ears, they all felt their minds shake. Those with weaker martial arts felt annoyed and nauseous on the spot. Murong Bo's cultivation was far higher than those of his subordinates, but he still felt somewhat shaken.
He had roamed Jianghu for many years and had rich experience in dealing with enemies. He knew that the opposite party had gained the upper hand by making a show of strength and would certainly take the opportunity to attack. So, he hastily took a step back.
Sure enough, as he retreated, Song Qingshu also took a step forward. Although it was only one step, the distance of several dozen zhang was covered in an instant. If it weren't for his foresight, perhaps he would have ended up in the same sorry state as Gongsun Zhi.
However, Murong Bo didn't feel the slightest bit happy. Instead, he was greatly shocked. He didn't have the time to think about how the opposite party had completed this [Shrinking Ground to Inches] technique. He hastily waved his palms in front of his body, and used the Murong family's secret technique, [Big Dipper], to the fullest.
[Big Dipper] was the world's first class martial art that borrowed strength to fight strength. Murong Bo's attainment in this technique was not something that Murong Fu could compare with. He was confident that even if he faced someone who was twice as strong as him, he would still be able to put up a fight. This Song Qingshu was still very young, so no matter how high his martial arts was, how could it be more powerful than his decades of bitter cultivation?
(End of this chapter)
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