The two of them were so familiar with each other that Ouyang Feng did not mind this kind of joke. He glanced at Song QingShu from the corner of his eyes and laughed. "Compared to little brother, my tricks are not even worth mentioning."
Song QingShu couldn't help but awkwardly smile at the praise. However, he didn't quite accept it. In terms of skill, he was probably above Ouyang Feng, but in terms of viciousness, he really couldn't compare to Ouyang Feng.
After laughing for a while, Ouyang Feng could not help but frown, "With your help, I have some confidence in making Huang Rong remarry. But Guo Jing, that silly boy, is stubborn and upright. To make him do something that will betray Huang Rong, I'm afraid it will be harder than ascending to heaven."
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu replied noncommittally, but in his mind, he was thinking about the time he met Zhao Min and Hua Zheng at the inn. Strictly speaking, Hua Zheng was Guo Jing's fiancée. In the end, the two of them did not end up together because of national hatred and Huang Rong's interference.
Hua Zheng was originally a cheerful woman from the grasslands, but the last time Song Qingshu saw her, she looked distressed and weak, like a young lady from Jiangnan.
Ouyang Feng thought that Song Qingshu could not do anything, so he said, "This matter cannot be rushed, let's slowly think of a way. When we get to the mountain, there will be a way. Instead, I have to tell you about the assassin yesterday."
Hearing him mention Yang Miaozhen, Song Qingshu also came back to his senses and listened attentively.
Yesterday, Yang Miaozhen had led Qiu Qianren to a prepared ambush. If Ouyang Feng had not arrived in time, Qiu Qianren would probably have died there. Because of Song Qingshu's instructions, Ouyang Feng did not make things difficult for Yang Miaozhen. The other party was also afraid of the two grandmasters, so the two sides tested each other and returned.
"That assassin was obviously a young woman," Ouyang Feng suddenly had a strange expression, "Could it be that one of your lovers saw you with Purple Dragon Queen and became jealous?"
Song Qingshu was speechless. "Brother Feng, your imagination is really rich. Why didn't I realize that you were so gossipy before?"
"Hehe, if she wasn't your old lover, then why would you specifically instruct us to be lenient and not capture her?" Ouyang Feng's expression was one of understanding.
Song Qingshu was momentarily at a loss for words. He knew the more he tried to explain, the worse things would get. Therefore, he might as well let Song Qingshu make wild guesses. After casually finding something to do, he returned to the tent to look for Taj-tish.
Taitish was sitting alone on the bed, sulking. Upon seeing him enter, she immediately turned her body to the other side.
Song Qingshu immediately laughed, walked over and asked, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"
"You only know how to humiliate me." Taj-tish bit her lips, feeling increasingly wronged as she spoke, "Humiliating me for an entire night last night is not enough. Today, you even dragged your friend over to mock me!"
Song Qingshu sat by her side, hugged her shoulders and turned her around. "How is this mocking? Ouyang Feng and I are very close. He treated you as one of his own and joked with you like that. Didn't you hear him calling you sister-in-law so intimately? If he was ten years younger, I might even be jealous."
Taj-tish unhappily rolled her eyes at him. "Ouyang Feng is already so old. Don't mention ten years, even if he was twenty years younger, there's no need for you to be jealous."
Song Qingshu looked at her with a smile that wasn't a smile. "Why is that?"
"Because," Taj-tish's cheeks blushed. "You know it yourself."
"I really don't know. Why don't you explain it to me, Madam?" The smile on Song Qingshu's face deepened.
"Perverted!" Taj-tish couldn't help but spit.
Song Qingshu reached out and hooked her chin. He couldn't help but sigh. "Madam is truly beautiful when you smile. It's a waste of your beautiful face to keep a straight face."
"If I didn't keep a straight face, who would I be smiling for?" Taj-tish sighed with a slightly dazed expression.
"Oh," Song Qingshu's expression changed. "Madam means to say that you can specially smile for me in the future?"
Taj-tish blushed and hastily replied. "That's not what I meant."
Song Qingshu interrupted her and smiled warmly. "Alright, alright. There's no need to explain. I know that's not what you meant. However, this is my vision. I want you to specially smile for me in the future."
Taj-tish felt dizzy listening to him. After a long while, she regained her composure. "You really know how to make a woman happy. If I knew you and Qianye at the same time back then, I might really have been deceived by you."
"Don't use the word 'deceive'. How can a matter of true love be called 'deceive'?" Song Qingshu chuckled.
"Pei, who is in true love with you." Taj-tish did not know what was wrong with her. Why was she behaving like a little girl in front of a man who was so much younger than her?
"Although it isn't now, I believe that one day, you will fall in love with me." Song Qingshu laughed.
"Dream on." Taj-tish immediately threw the pillow on the bed at his head.
"Wow, you actually dare to murder your own husband. Are you keeping a gigolo outside? Hurry up and confess!" Song Qingshu purposely put on a fierce expression as he tickled her.
Taj-tish cried out in alarm. She had the intention to dodge. However, with Song Qingshu's superior martial arts, how could she possibly evade? Very quickly, she was tickled until she trembled. Her body went limp and she accidentally fell onto the bed.
Song Qingshu seized the opportunity to press down on her. He laughed sinisterly beside her ear. "Hurry up and tell me. What's the name of that gigolo? Is he the one surnamed Han that we met previously?"
Taj-tish was both annoyed and amused. Han Qianye is my husband alright. If you really want to talk about gigolo, you should be the one! She was tickled until she repeatedly begged for mercy. Subconsciously, she blurted out her thoughts.
"Oh right, it seems like I'm the gigolo." Song Qingshu said in a 'hindsight' manner as he stared fixedly at her.
Taj-tish's face turned crimson. Her voluptuous chest heaved up and down slightly. Her scattered breath blew onto his face, causing Song Qingshu's heart to itch. Feeling the softness of her body, Song Qingshu could no longer restrain himself and kissed her.
At this moment, a bodyguard's voice drifted in from outside. "Reporting to Marshal. The entire army is almost ready. Marshal, please board the carriage."
Song Qingshu cursed endlessly in his heart, thinking how could the carriage outside be as comfortable as the rouge horse he was riding on? However, it was broad daylight now, and he was not so thick-skinned as to make three thousand people wait for him alone in the tent. It was ridiculous.
Taj-tish sat up with a blushing face. While tidying up her messy clothes, she glanced at Song Qingshu with hidden bitterness. She wondered what kind of sin she committed in her previous life to fall in his hands in this one.
Especially when she recalled that he was only a few years older than her daughter, Taj-tish felt an endless headache. When Xiao Zhao sees him, should she address him as brother or uncle? How should she explain their relationship to her daughter?
The entire army finally set off. For the rest of the journey, Song Qingshu would either spend the night hugging Taj-tish in the tent or bring her to his luxurious carriage during the day.
Because Song Qingshu forbade anyone from approaching, the other soldiers didn't know what they were doing hiding inside. They only knew that the woman by the Marshal's side was becoming more radiant by the day. Everyone secretly guessed that such a beautiful woman was the reincarnation of a vixen.
Ouyang Feng's internal energy was profound. Occasionally, he could faintly hear some soft panting sounds that made him blush. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. "The new waves of the Yangtze River surpass the old. Each generation is wilder than the previous."
Qiu Qianren secretly smacked his lips. His new master's abilities were truly monstrous. He was actually able to make the previously proud and arrogant Zi Shan Dragon Queen willingly become his basin.
Qiu Qianren was born in the underworld of Jianghu. As a result, some of his words were contaminated with the vulgar language of the marketplace.
Along the way, Song Qingshu enjoyed the pleasures of the world. After a few days, the main army finally arrived at Mount Zhongnan where Chongyang Palace was located.
Finally, Song QingShu alighted from the carriage that never left his residence, together with Taitish. The moment she revealed herself, gasps of astonishment could be heard from the surroundings. Taitish was born with a beauty that could bring calamity to a country and bring calamity to its people. In addition to Song QingShu's daily nurturing, she exuded an astonishing beauty.
Looking at the beautiful woman with almond eyes and peach cheeks, even Pucha Qiucao who had always disliked Song Qingshu couldn't help but admit that if she was a man and had such a beautiful woman by her side, she would probably hug her every day to seek pleasure.
Looking at the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, Song Qingshu's expression did not change. But in his heart, he was overjoyed. No wonder all the great heroes from ancient times liked to find beautiful women as companions. Not only did they feel good, they could also enjoy the worship and envy of the people around them.
Song QingShu coughed lightly, expelling those messy thoughts from his mind. After all, he was now the Imperial Marshal, so he couldn't do anything that was out of line. Thus, he looked up the mountain with a solemn expression, and began to think about the following arrangements.
Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly focused. He saw a stone tablet under a pine tree at the foot of the mountain. The long grass covered the tablet, revealing the two words "Eternal Spring". He walked over and brushed the grass to take a look. On the tablet was a poem. The poem said, "The boundless heavens look down upon us from above. We cannot save the suffering of the myriad spirits. Day and night, we suffer the death of a thousand cuts. We swallow our anger and die speechlessly. We look up to the heavens and cry out loud. Peace and tranquility. We do not need to teach the creation of spirits. "
"So it's a poem written by the Son of Eternal Spring, Qiu Chuji." Song Qingshu was silent. In history, the Quanzhen Sect was not an anti-Mongolian hero. Rather, they sent Qiu Chuji to seduce Temujin. Later, they became the representative of the Mongols in the Central Plains. If it wasn't for the fact that they lost to the Tantric Sect in the famous debate, perhaps they would have become the official religion of the Mongols.
Because of this relationship, Song Qingshu never had a good impression of the Quanzhen Sect. This was especially true of Qiu Chuji. The two of them had even become enemies during the Golden Snake Gathering.
But when Song Qingshu saw this poem, he had to admit that although Qiu Chuji had all sorts of problems, he at least had a compassionate heart. When he went to see Temujin, although it was for the sake of the Quanzhen Sect, to a large extent, he also saved countless people from the suffering of the Mongols. This kind of merit could be said to be immeasurable.
Song Qingshu, who came from the future, had received a people-oriented education. He was not like the ambitious and ruthless people of this world who treated human lives like weeds. Thus, Qiu Chuji's actions were very much in line with his intentions.
Because of your actions in the past, you saved the Chongyang Palace from a disaster.
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