Despite being reluctant to leave, Song Qingshu still had to leave the Jinshe Camp and rush to the Daxing Prefecture of the Jin Kingdom.
Along the way, I encountered people fleeing north from time to time. Obviously, I heard that the south was about to fight and had to escape from my home.
Interestingly, most of them were Han people. Song Qingshu was a little strange at the beginning. Logically speaking, it was the Southern Song Dynasty's Northern Expedition. Shouldn't the Han people be welcomed by eating a pot of slurry?
However, he soon realized that he had been in this world for quite some time. He gradually realized that for the people at the bottom, they were busy with three meals a day, and they were struggling with food and clothing. They really didn't have the leisure to care about national affairs, and those who had the energy to care about these were often scholars with relatively wealthy families and passionate impulsiveness.
For the people at the bottom, war means life is dangerous, food is not enough, and displacement...
When prosperity comes, the people suffer; when death comes, the people suffer... Song Qingshu has never been a saint who compassionates the world, but witnessing the tragic situation of some refugees with his own eyes touched him deeply, and he became increasingly determined to unify the world as soon as possible and keep the soldiers away from the people.
We rushed to Daxing Mansion without stopping. The guards at the city gate were twice as common. There were patrolling soldiers everywhere on the street. It could be seen that the atmosphere in the city was much solemn and tense than before, which was obviously because the war was about to come.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment and decided to go to Tang Kuo's mansion first. After all, it was now in broad daylight. Even with his extremely high light skills, it would not be easy to sneak into the heavily guarded Jin Dynasty Palace.
When he arrived near Tang Kuo Mansion, Song Qingshu looked at the guard in front of the door and felt depressed: I didn’t expect that I could not even go to the main entrance when I returned home. It was really heartbreaking to think about it.
In fact, it would be easy for him to disguise himself as Tang Kuobian to enter, but I don’t know if the other Tang Kuobian is in the mansion at this time, if two Tang Kuobians appear at the same time, it would be troublesome. Of course, if he reported the name of Song Qingshu, he could enter openly. After all, he was a sworn brother of Tang Kuobian. However, now the Northern Expedition of the Southern Song Dynasty is about to be impressed, and Han people all over the world are paying attention to this side, so he doesn’t want to make him messed up.
After struggling around the door, I finally walked around a remote courtyard wall in the backyard and quietly flipped in while no one around me.
Now, as the head of the Jin Dynasty, Tang Kuobian was naturally on guard. Song Qingshu found many secret whistles along the way, thanks to his familiarity with the situation in the palace, he did not trigger the alarm along the way.
Hearing some passing servants chatting, Tang Kuobian is now dealing with government affairs in the study, Song Qingshu thought in his heart: I don’t know who pretended to be Tang Kuobian…
In the Jin Dynasty, in most cases, the purple-robed dragon king Daiqisi pretended to be Tang Kuobian, while the Gebi pretended to be Emperor Wanyan Tan, and was in charge of the palace with Wanyan Ping. However, sometimes a few people would change roles with each other when something happened, so he was not sure who was in the study now.
Thinking of the beautiful and arrogant purple-shirted Dragon King, the gentle and moving songbi, and the youthful and lively Wanyan Ping, Song Qingshu felt a hint of tenderness in his heart. This place was also considered his own other home, especially the songbi, which could bring him a kind of warmth of home. Although she always asked him to appear in the image of Tang Kuobian every time, especially when intimate...
But how could Song Qingshu, who came from later generations, care about the gains and losses of this city and one place?
What he values more is the actual gains, and he enjoys playing role-playing games with her. Occasionally, when she is extremely moved, he will return to his original appearance. The shyness, charming and slight anger on the other person's face makes him feel a strong sense of conquest.
who?Thinking of some beautiful scenes, Song Qingshu's breathing became a little heavier. Tang Kuobian in the study suddenly looked up, raised his hand and shot a hidden weapon.
Feeling the oncoming wind, Song Qingshu screamed ashamed, hurriedly reached out and grabbed the hidden weapon, spread out his palm and saw that it was a few golden flowers.
It turned out to be Dai Qisi.Song Qingshu smiled slightly. This was the unique hidden weapon of the Purple-coat Dragon King.
Let’s talk about Dai Qisi’s handling of a large number of letters reported from various places in the study. Suddenly, she heard something strange outside the door. Without thinking, she shot the hidden weapon in her sleeve. After all, she had specially instructed the middle-aged mansion before that no one could approach the small courtyard without her order.
When Dai Qisi noticed that the other party raised her hand and dissolved her hidden weapon, she felt a trembling heart. She knew that the person who was coming was a top master, and she was probably not her opponent. She was about to call the guards to warn her when she suddenly saw the other party's appearance, she opened her mouth halfway and swallowed the words to her mouth.
The red lips of the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world were so beautiful, but unfortunately, why are you covered with a beard now?Song Qingshu pushed the door and said with a playful look on his face.
Dai Qisi gave him a blank look, then raised her hand to cover her face. By the time she put down her sleeves, she had already recovered her cold, yet peerless and beautiful face.
At this time, a guard outside heard the movement and ran over: Sir, what happened?
It's okay, please step back. No one is allowed to get close without my orders!Daiqi's silk sleeves closed the door and said coldly.
yes!The group of guards retreated silently without hesitation.
Song Qingshu looked at her unexpectedly: The Dragon King's technique of controlling the inferior really made me look at him with admiration, and it is truly a ban on orders.
Anyway, I was also the saint of the Ming Cult at the time, and the head of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains.Hearing his praise, Dai Qisi's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.
Song Qingshu walked over and hugged her in his arms, feeling the body that had made countless men in the martial arts world dream of, and said with a smile: But the happiest thing for me to come here today is not that you train your subordinates well, but another thing?
What's the matter?A faint rosy flashed across Daiqi's crystal white cheeks. With her personality, she was not used to being so doting on being held by men, and she was a man younger than her.
Dai Qisi's body is plump and soft, and Song Qingshu seems to be holding a ripe peach: What I am happy is that your first reaction after seeing me is to immediately recover your appearance. Obviously, you have begun to care about the image in my heart. As the saying goes, women are tolerating those who please themselves, how can I be unhappy?
Dai Qisi was shocked. Did she gradually accept him without realizing it?You must know that he had taken possession of his body half forcibly...
Although she was a little panicked, she had no intention of admitting her words: Who said that I was not used to wearing that mask and a beard on my face, which was so thrusting.
Song Qingshu leaned over her cheek and looked at it: Let me see, if the Dragon King's delicate skin is allergic to the beard on the mask, it would be a waste of resources.
Being next to him at such a close distance, you could even feel the breath of his breath. Daiqisi couldn't help but feel a layer of trembling on her skin, and she got up from his arms in a panic: You are not a few years older than my daughter, don't tease an old woman like me as a little girl.
Song Qingshu laughed: The Dragon King's skin is so shaky that it is, and his figure is still as graceful as a girl. We stood together. People who don't know thought you would be my sister. Where are you old?
In this world, Xiao Zhao was fifteen or sixteen years old, and the purple-shirted Dragon King was only in his early thirties, and Song Qingshu was almost thirty years old. The age gap between him and Xiao Zhao was much larger than that of the purple-shirted Dragon King.
Thinking of this, Song Qingshu suddenly pondered: Although he was just the beginning of a golden bachelor in his later years, the world was obviously a bit too big, especially now that he has a small foundation, so he has to start considering the issue of offspring and also plays a role in stabilizing people's hearts.
Along the way, I encountered people fleeing north from time to time. Obviously, I heard that the south was about to fight and had to escape from my home.
Interestingly, most of them were Han people. Song Qingshu was a little strange at the beginning. Logically speaking, it was the Southern Song Dynasty's Northern Expedition. Shouldn't the Han people be welcomed by eating a pot of slurry?
However, he soon realized that he had been in this world for quite some time. He gradually realized that for the people at the bottom, they were busy with three meals a day, and they were struggling with food and clothing. They really didn't have the leisure to care about national affairs, and those who had the energy to care about these were often scholars with relatively wealthy families and passionate impulsiveness.
For the people at the bottom, war means life is dangerous, food is not enough, and displacement...
When prosperity comes, the people suffer; when death comes, the people suffer... Song Qingshu has never been a saint who compassionates the world, but witnessing the tragic situation of some refugees with his own eyes touched him deeply, and he became increasingly determined to unify the world as soon as possible and keep the soldiers away from the people.
We rushed to Daxing Mansion without stopping. The guards at the city gate were twice as common. There were patrolling soldiers everywhere on the street. It could be seen that the atmosphere in the city was much solemn and tense than before, which was obviously because the war was about to come.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment and decided to go to Tang Kuo's mansion first. After all, it was now in broad daylight. Even with his extremely high light skills, it would not be easy to sneak into the heavily guarded Jin Dynasty Palace.
When he arrived near Tang Kuo Mansion, Song Qingshu looked at the guard in front of the door and felt depressed: I didn’t expect that I could not even go to the main entrance when I returned home. It was really heartbreaking to think about it.
In fact, it would be easy for him to disguise himself as Tang Kuobian to enter, but I don’t know if the other Tang Kuobian is in the mansion at this time, if two Tang Kuobians appear at the same time, it would be troublesome. Of course, if he reported the name of Song Qingshu, he could enter openly. After all, he was a sworn brother of Tang Kuobian. However, now the Northern Expedition of the Southern Song Dynasty is about to be impressed, and Han people all over the world are paying attention to this side, so he doesn’t want to make him messed up.
After struggling around the door, I finally walked around a remote courtyard wall in the backyard and quietly flipped in while no one around me.
Now, as the head of the Jin Dynasty, Tang Kuobian was naturally on guard. Song Qingshu found many secret whistles along the way, thanks to his familiarity with the situation in the palace, he did not trigger the alarm along the way.
Hearing some passing servants chatting, Tang Kuobian is now dealing with government affairs in the study, Song Qingshu thought in his heart: I don’t know who pretended to be Tang Kuobian…
In the Jin Dynasty, in most cases, the purple-robed dragon king Daiqisi pretended to be Tang Kuobian, while the Gebi pretended to be Emperor Wanyan Tan, and was in charge of the palace with Wanyan Ping. However, sometimes a few people would change roles with each other when something happened, so he was not sure who was in the study now.
Thinking of the beautiful and arrogant purple-shirted Dragon King, the gentle and moving songbi, and the youthful and lively Wanyan Ping, Song Qingshu felt a hint of tenderness in his heart. This place was also considered his own other home, especially the songbi, which could bring him a kind of warmth of home. Although she always asked him to appear in the image of Tang Kuobian every time, especially when intimate...
But how could Song Qingshu, who came from later generations, care about the gains and losses of this city and one place?
What he values more is the actual gains, and he enjoys playing role-playing games with her. Occasionally, when she is extremely moved, he will return to his original appearance. The shyness, charming and slight anger on the other person's face makes him feel a strong sense of conquest.
who?Thinking of some beautiful scenes, Song Qingshu's breathing became a little heavier. Tang Kuobian in the study suddenly looked up, raised his hand and shot a hidden weapon.
Feeling the oncoming wind, Song Qingshu screamed ashamed, hurriedly reached out and grabbed the hidden weapon, spread out his palm and saw that it was a few golden flowers.
It turned out to be Dai Qisi.Song Qingshu smiled slightly. This was the unique hidden weapon of the Purple-coat Dragon King.
Let’s talk about Dai Qisi’s handling of a large number of letters reported from various places in the study. Suddenly, she heard something strange outside the door. Without thinking, she shot the hidden weapon in her sleeve. After all, she had specially instructed the middle-aged mansion before that no one could approach the small courtyard without her order.
When Dai Qisi noticed that the other party raised her hand and dissolved her hidden weapon, she felt a trembling heart. She knew that the person who was coming was a top master, and she was probably not her opponent. She was about to call the guards to warn her when she suddenly saw the other party's appearance, she opened her mouth halfway and swallowed the words to her mouth.
The red lips of the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world were so beautiful, but unfortunately, why are you covered with a beard now?Song Qingshu pushed the door and said with a playful look on his face.
Dai Qisi gave him a blank look, then raised her hand to cover her face. By the time she put down her sleeves, she had already recovered her cold, yet peerless and beautiful face.
At this time, a guard outside heard the movement and ran over: Sir, what happened?
It's okay, please step back. No one is allowed to get close without my orders!Daiqi's silk sleeves closed the door and said coldly.
yes!The group of guards retreated silently without hesitation.
Song Qingshu looked at her unexpectedly: The Dragon King's technique of controlling the inferior really made me look at him with admiration, and it is truly a ban on orders.
Anyway, I was also the saint of the Ming Cult at the time, and the head of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains.Hearing his praise, Dai Qisi's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.
Song Qingshu walked over and hugged her in his arms, feeling the body that had made countless men in the martial arts world dream of, and said with a smile: But the happiest thing for me to come here today is not that you train your subordinates well, but another thing?
What's the matter?A faint rosy flashed across Daiqi's crystal white cheeks. With her personality, she was not used to being so doting on being held by men, and she was a man younger than her.
Dai Qisi's body is plump and soft, and Song Qingshu seems to be holding a ripe peach: What I am happy is that your first reaction after seeing me is to immediately recover your appearance. Obviously, you have begun to care about the image in my heart. As the saying goes, women are tolerating those who please themselves, how can I be unhappy?
Dai Qisi was shocked. Did she gradually accept him without realizing it?You must know that he had taken possession of his body half forcibly...
Although she was a little panicked, she had no intention of admitting her words: Who said that I was not used to wearing that mask and a beard on my face, which was so thrusting.
Song Qingshu leaned over her cheek and looked at it: Let me see, if the Dragon King's delicate skin is allergic to the beard on the mask, it would be a waste of resources.
Being next to him at such a close distance, you could even feel the breath of his breath. Daiqisi couldn't help but feel a layer of trembling on her skin, and she got up from his arms in a panic: You are not a few years older than my daughter, don't tease an old woman like me as a little girl.
Song Qingshu laughed: The Dragon King's skin is so shaky that it is, and his figure is still as graceful as a girl. We stood together. People who don't know thought you would be my sister. Where are you old?
In this world, Xiao Zhao was fifteen or sixteen years old, and the purple-shirted Dragon King was only in his early thirties, and Song Qingshu was almost thirty years old. The age gap between him and Xiao Zhao was much larger than that of the purple-shirted Dragon King.
Thinking of this, Song Qingshu suddenly pondered: Although he was just the beginning of a golden bachelor in his later years, the world was obviously a bit too big, especially now that he has a small foundation, so he has to start considering the issue of offspring and also plays a role in stabilizing people's hearts.
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