This was the anti-theft badge used to fight against the arresting machine,
Don't be anxious, you'll see the main text in a while!
But he clearly didn't even know what genre this poem was,
He didn't understand,
What exactly did the word "Han" in Qin Han refer to.
Was he possessed by some kind of wandering ghost? Thinking of the familiar power that surged from nowhere that day, he would rather believe that than be possessed by a wandering ghost,
He was the wandering ghost.
But..,
The memories and emotions from childhood to adulthood were so clear and deep.
..
When Han Pu finished packing up and came out, Qin Song was no longer in the room,
Han Pu was very familiar with the hostage residence and quickly found him in the garden.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword,
Qin Song was good at the zither, singing, and dancing,
But he was not good at the sword. The sword in his hand was just a dancing prop.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword,
Although it was flashy,
But it was extremely good.
Under the bright moonlight,
The youth in white seemed to be glowing all over. His wide sleeves fluttered like clouds,
Her supple and flexible waist, her fine black hair fluttering in the wind.
His long sword that was overflowing with cold light... Han Pu couldn't describe it,
But he only felt that every movement of the youth..,
Was emitting a fatal attraction,
Hooking his eyes to look, hooking his heart to beat wildly, causing him to not dare to speak, not daring to breathe...
The youth's movements were originally slow and light, but towards the end, they gradually became intense. He moved and flipped on the ground, and his sword danced and stabbed in the air. Each sword was faster than the previous one, and each sword was heavier than the previous one... Han Pu seemed to hear the sound of war drums, and he seemed to see thunder raging in front of his eyes. He only felt his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Finally, the thunder stopped and the drums stopped, and the wind calmed down.
Qin Song sheathed his sword and saw Han Pu's stupid look with his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open. He frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
However, although he was stupid, he was not annoying. His eyes were clear and bright, and there was only surprise and nothing else.
Han Pu swallowed his saliva. "I finally understand why Qin Yue treats you so..."
Qin Song interrupted, "Qin Yue has never seen me dance with a sword."
"Ah?" That's impossible, right?
Qin Song said faintly, "Even if the zither song and sword dance is a pastime, it's for me, Qin Song, to pass the time and entertain myself, not to please others."
"Oh …" Han Pu didn't know how to respond. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Why don't I teach you swordsmanship?"
....... "In this era, skills could not be taught easily................... Besides, he didn't think he needed such a thing.
. Han Pu.......... "....."........ "....
Qin Song said, "If I can create the world's most beautiful sword dance, I can also create the world's most powerful sword art."
Han Pu said, "Beautiful and killing are two different things, okay? According to what you said, aren't those little beauties dancing all experts? "
"They can't, but I can." Qin Song paused, and said with certainty, "Of course I can."
Han Pu was speechless at Qin Song's inexplicable confidence. He said, "Even if you want to create your own sword art, you have to first familiarize yourself with it..."
Han Pu couldn't finish his sentence because he found that Qin Song was no longer dancing with the sword. Instead, he was practicing a single thrust over and over again. He closed his eyes, as if he was repeating the same simple and boring action. But Han Pu, who was proficient in sword art, was shocked. Qin Song's every action was different. He seemed to be constantly making subtle adjustments to make this strike faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more invulnerable! Everything seemed to be instinctive.
He suddenly believed Qin Song's words. He might really be able to create the world's most powerful sword art. So in this world, there were really geniuses who were born with the ability to use the sword?
Qin Song gestured with his eyes closed, and said, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu didn't want to leave. He said angrily, "Isn't that a sword in your hand?"
Qin Song said, "It's too light."
A sword for dancing and a sword for killing were two different things after all.
"Oh."
Qin Song said, "You know where the money box is. Go and get it yourself."
Han Pu answered unhappily. He had just taken two steps when he felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Qin Song suddenly bending over and spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and his body was somewhat unstable.
Han Pu's expression changed greatly. He took two steps to Qin Song's side, helped him sit down on a stone bench, and held his wrist.
Qin Song had long been accustomed to vomiting blood. He rinsed his mouth with tea and said in surprise, "You also know medicine?"
Han Pu said angrily, "Shut up, don't talk!"
After a long time, he released his hand with a serious expression and said, "How did you get such a serious internal injury? You were fine last time … "
Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically. He said angrily, "What did Qin Yue do to you?"
Qin Song couldn't help but think of those disgusting things. His expression was a little ugly. He said, "It's just a small injury. Don't take it to heart."
"Small injury?" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you know what kind of situation you are in? Right now, you're like a vase that's covered in cracks but hasn't completely shattered. A gust of wind or a cough might cause you to scatter! "
He bent over and squatted in front of Qin Song, and said in a low voice, "Come up!"
"What are you doing?"
Han Pu said with a sullen face, "I will take you back to your room first, and then I will call the doctor."
Qin Song found it difficult to explain his current physical condition, and he was too lazy to explain. He said, "There is a green porcelain bottle in the box in my room. It contains the medicine made by Qin Yi. You run fast, help …"
Before he finished speaking, Han Pu ran out of his sight.
Qin Song closed his eyes and recalled the feeling when he was practicing swordsmanship. He always felt that something was missing. It was as if there was a thin barrier separating him from the things he held in his hand. He couldn't touch them no matter what.
What should he do … he couldn't find someone to anger him again, could he?
While he was frowning and thinking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Qin Song opened his eyes and saw Han Pu looking at him angrily. He said angrily, "Do you want to die?"
Qin Song looked at his right hand that was grabbed by Han Pu. He silently relaxed his fingers that had unknowingly formed a sword. He pushed away Han Pu's hand and poured himself a glass of water.
Han Pu's face was very ugly. He said, "You still haven't given up?" Otherwise, why would he still be thinking about swordsmanship at this time?
Qin Song frowned. He didn't want to lie to Han Pu, and he also couldn't explain his current situation. Although the injuries on his body looked serious, they weren't fatal. Although that force had broken his body, it was also firmly glued together at the same time, constantly improving his physique. It could be said that in his current condition, except for spitting out a small mouthful of blood from time to time and feeling pain for a while, he was actually better than anyone else.
He said, "Han Pu, I asked you to follow me, but it doesn't mean that you can interfere in my business." He wanted to say that he was fine, but he needed someone to believe him!
Han Pu said angrily, "Is it worth it for you to risk your life for a Qin Yue?"
Qin Song didn't say anything. He held the glass and sipped slowly.
Han Pu saw that Qin Song didn't take his words seriously. He said angrily, "Well, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been injured like this. Since you can't let it go, I'll kill him for you!"
He turned around and left.
Qin Song shouted, "Han Pu!"
Qin Yue had just recovered from his injuries and was at his most vigilant. What was the difference between an assassination at this time and seeking death?
Han Pu stopped, but didn't turn around. He said coldly, "You told me not to interfere in your business, then you shouldn't interfere in my business either!"
"I don't want to interfere in your business either, but I have a few things to make clear to you." Qin Song said calmly, "First, my injury has nothing to do with Qin Yue, and it has nothing to do with you. Don't take everything on yourself. Second, I didn't risk my life. Even if I risked my life, it wouldn't be for Qin Yue. It could only be for myself. Thirdly, I know better than anyone else what is going on with my injury. It won't get better just because I take care of it, and it won't worsen just because I practice martial arts. "
Qin Song paused and continued, "It's up to you whether you believe these words or not. If you want to kill Qin Yue, it's up to you. But it has nothing to do with me. If you want to die, don't use my name."
Han Pu didn't move for a long time. Qin Song was angry at his stubbornness, but Han Pu suddenly turned around and sat down beside Qin Song. He put the medicine bottle on the stone table and poured another glass of water for Qin Song. He said with a smile, "Take the medicine, take the medicine!"
Qin Song stared at him. How could this person's face change so quickly?
Han Pu said with a smile, "Of course I believe you. But it's rare for you to be so concerned about me and say so many words in one breath. I wanted to hear more. Who would have thought that you wouldn't say anything after waiting for so long? "
Qin Song was speechless and silently took the medicine.
Although Qin Yi's medicine was useless for his injury, it was very effective in relieving the pain. Every time he had an attack, he felt as if his whole body was being torn apart. Even though Qin Song was not afraid of pain, he still found it hard to bear.
Qin Song sat for a while and recovered. He was about to drive Han Pu away so that he could continue practicing swordsmanship when he suddenly heard voices. He turned his head and saw a few lanterns swaying in the woods. It seemed that they were heading toward his small courtyard.
Han Pu said, "It should be Blockhead. He even brought some people with him."
...
Yu Sheng left with four people, but came back with forty people. Men and women of all ages stood in several rows, waiting for Qin Song to choose. The manager carefully waited on the side, saying that he was not considerate and so on.
The staff of the hostage residence should be provided by Daqin, so Qin Song did not refuse. He chose four women in their thirties or forties, who looked neat and tidy, and asked the manager to take the others back. The manager strongly advised him to keep a cook, a sewing nanny, two coachmen, and a long attendant.
Yu Sheng took the people to settle down. Han Pu sighed and complained, "People pick young and beautiful people. You are so good... At least leave one for us to look at!"
When Qin Song was in Southern Chu, he also liked to use young and beautiful girls. But now, he changed his mind. If a girl was born beautiful, even if she was a servant who had sold her body, it was inevitable that she would be arrogant. He used to be happy to coax them. Even if the girls threw tantrums at him, he also felt that it was interesting... But now, he did not have such thoughts.
He frowned and said, "Don't you think he is too attentive? I always feel that I have overlooked something. "
Han Pu said, "How can it be? Qin Yue is so infatuated. It would be strange if he is not attentive, right? "
"Ying..." Qin Song suddenly realized that he was really confused!
When he failed to assassinate Qin Yue and was captured, he felt that he was going to die. In order to protect Yi An, he told Qin Yue that only by pretending to be infatuated with Yi An could he confuse the Qi people. But no matter how infatuated Qin Yue was with Yi An, he would not let go of the assassin who directly attacked him.
Now, he was here alive. Obviously, he replaced Yi An's position of being "infatuated"...
Qin Song touched his forehead and said, "Tomorrow, take my token to Nan An Teahouse and tell them that I will go to drink tea in two days. Ask them to reserve a room by the window facing south."
Han Pu blinked and said, "Huh?"
It was just a cup of tea. Did it have to be so troublesome?
Qin Song said lightly, "If I stay here, I will be a sparrow with tied wings. What's the use of practicing martial arts? I have to leave Daqin first. "
Han Pu said, "Leave Daqin? Isn't it easy? This is my profession... "
Suddenly, he remembered that this young man's ability to escape was not inferior to his. He said, "You want to leave openly? I think you should stop dreaming. How can Qin Yue let you go? "
Qin Song said, "Don't say it's impossible if you haven't tried."
He got up and went back to his room.
Suddenly, he was slightly stunned and said, "Why are there so many Qi people in Daqin?" Perhaps because the Qi people always rode on horses, their hairstyle was very different from that of the Central Plains. They liked to braid their hair or simply shave it.
Sitting across from him was a youth whose face was so cold that it was almost numb. Hearing this, he said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty and Princess Chu's wedding is approaching. King Qi has sent an envoy to congratulate you."
Only then did Qin Song remember that Princess Chu had been in Daqin for four months. There was only a month left until the wedding day. Thinking of the messy relationship between Qin Yue and Yi An, Qin Song frowned slightly. In fact, this kind of thing was not uncommon in Southern Chu, let alone in Daqin, which had always been unruly. However, Qin Song could not be like other people. He could not see this as an elegant thing. He only felt disgusted.
Suddenly, he sighed softly. He had been in Daqin for less than two months, but more things had happened than in the previous ten years. Even now, when he thought of what happened in Southern Chu, it was as if it had happened in a dream. It was hazy and unreal.
The carriage stopped. Qin Song got off and knocked on the door. For a long time, no one answered. The carriage left without waiting for him to enter. However, the young man who was in the same carriage got off and stood quietly behind him.
Qin Song frowned, "You're not leaving?"
The young man said, "His Majesty ordered me to follow you."
His tone seemed to always be so flat, without the slightest emotion.
Qin Yue had personally given the order. Whether it was surveillance or protection, Qin Song had no room to refuse. After a moment of silence, he asked, "How should I address you?"
The young man was stunned. He seemed to feel that this question was very tricky. After a while, he said, "I used to be called Rho Minoris."
"Qin Yue's shadow guard?"
The young man's pupils shrank.
Qin Song looked at him and said lightly, "Since you are no longer a shadow guard, you don't have to be so nervous."
The young man's expression was a little stiff. He wanted to relax but did not know how to. After a while, he asked, "How do you know that I am …"
Of course, Qin Song understood what he meant and said, "It's not hard to guess. It's rare to see someone using a number as a name. And from your tone, the name Xuan Yi should belong to someone else now. It's obvious that it's just a code name … A person who completely replaces his name with a code name, if he's not a shadow guard, what else can he be?"
The young man did not know how to answer. Qin Song asked again, "What's your real name?"
The young man thought for a moment and shook his head, "I don't remember."
He said again, "Since His Majesty ordered me to follow you, please give me a name."
Qin Song shook his head, "The family name is passed down from the ancestors, and the name is entrusted to the hopes … A name is a very important thing. Do not casually give this right to others."
He ignored him and continued to knock on the door with greater force.
The young man looked at Qin Song with a somewhat absent-minded expression. Logically speaking, he should hate this young man. If it wasn't for him assassinating Qin Yue, he wouldn't have almost lost his life due to dereliction of duty. Although he managed to keep his life in the end, the punishment he had to endure made him shudder even now when he thought about it … But perhaps it was because he wasn't allowed to have his own love and hate since he could remember, but when he faced this young man, he couldn't bring up the slightest bit of hatred.
"Yu Sheng," the young man said, "From now on, my name is Yu Sheng."
Qin Song looked back at him and said lightly, "As long as you are happy."
At this time, the door finally opened with a creak. The person inside was slightly stunned, "It's you? You still have … "
After all, he was not used to scolding people. He did not say anything unpleasant and only said coldly, "We do not welcome you here!"
With a bang, the door was slammed shut and the bolt was unlocked.
Qin Song pursed his lips. After a moment of silence, he continued to knock on the door.
It was already abnormal for Qiu Yun to personally open the door. Moreover, Qiu Yun's condition was also not right. She looked haggard and much thinner. Her hair was also somewhat messy. Although her clothes were clean, there were many wrinkles. It was obvious that it had not been ironed after being washed. Moreover, there were some water stains on her hands. It seemed that she did not have time to wipe them clean in a hurry to open the door.
What exactly happened in the hostage residence?
The door was opened again. When she saw that it was still Qin Song, Qiu Yun looked impatient. She turned her hand and was about to close the door again. However, a strong hand pressed on the door in time. Yu Sheng said woodenly, "Her Majesty ordered me to send Qin Song Gongzi back to the hostage residence."
Qiu Yun bit her lip and looked coldly at Qin Song. She turned around and left.
Qin Song silently followed behind her and entered the residence.
It was April, but the hostage residence was filled with a bleak atmosphere. The withered magnolia still hung on the branches. No one trimmed them. The peach blossoms had already withered, but the scattered petals still remained on the stone pavement. Under the eaves of the corridor, there were even some spider webs. On the contrary, the weeds and vines on the ground were full of vitality.
The hostage residence was not big, but there were many people. Yi An, Qin Song, and Qiu Yun had each brought their own people. There were also the cooks, grooms, and gardeners brought by Southern Chu. But now, there was no one.
"What happened?"
Qin Song asked Yu Sheng. Yu Sheng blankly shook his head. Ever since Qin Yue was assassinated, he had been tortured and recovering. He knew very little about the situation outside. This was very similar to Qin Song.
"They said that there was an assassin in the hostage residence. To prevent any accidents, they sent everyone back." Qiu Yun answered indifferently. She turned around and looked at Qin Song. There was still half a sentence she didn't say — but the real assassin was sent back.
"I still have something to do. Help yourself." After Qiu Yun finished speaking, she didn't go back to her room. Instead, she turned around and went to the kitchen.
Qin Song walked to his courtyard. As soon as he took a step, he heard a very soft cough. His expression suddenly froze. He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and quickly walked past Qiu Yun into the kitchen.
Yi An was squatting on the ground, feeding firewood into the stove. The firewood was green and wet, and the black smoke made it difficult for him to open his eyes. When he heard the sound, he turned around and asked, "Who was it just now?"
When he saw the person standing at the door, he was stunned and speechless for a moment.
Qin Song looked at his red and swollen eyes and the black ash on his forehead. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He turned around and walked out.
"Qin Song!"
Qin Song turned around. Yi An smiled, "There is still some hot water here. You can wash up first. The porridge will be ready soon."
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