Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 88: Borrowing clothes

Chapter 88: Borrowing clothes

After getting rid of a serious threat, Emperor Kangxi decided to hold a banquet in the palace that night, entertaining Dongfang Bubai, Wei Xiaobao and Song Qingshu.

During the banquet, Jiumozhi suddenly stood up to say goodbye to Emperor Kangxi. Kangxi was stunned for a moment. He wondered if he had offended the monk in any way.

Jiumozhi put his hands together and replied respectfully, "Replying to the Emperor, this poor monk is not concerned about temporary honor and disgrace. It's just that something has gone wrong with this poor monk's martial arts, and I have doubts. I need to go back to Tubo and ask for guidance from the seniors of Ningma Temple. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Song Qingshu also said, "Your Majesty, I also know a little about the Great Monk's situation, and what he said is indeed true."

"Since this is the case, then We shall not embarrass the Great Monk. Later, We shall order someone to write an alliance letter, and the Great Monk will bring it back to the Tubo Empire, so as to create a good relationship between the two countries." Emperor Kangxi thought for a moment and quickly reacted.

"To be able to form an alliance with the Qing Dynasty is indeed a great blessing for me in Tubo." Jiumozhi's face showed his delight. Although this trip to the Central Plains was not a success, he formed an alliance with the Qing Dynasty and prepared to return with satisfaction.

"I have heard for a long time that the senior monk Padmasambhava of Ningma Temple has been in seclusion for decades, and his cultivation is close to the realm of the divine. I also hope that the Great Monk will send a message for this seat. After this seat is free, I will definitely go to Ningma Temple to learn about the Great Master's peerless skills." Dongfang Bubai, who was sitting at the top seat, put down his wine cup and said lightly.

Thinking that this guy killed Yuan Chengzhi who was only slightly inferior to him while talking and laughing on the top of the Jade Emperor Peak, Jiumozhi couldn't help but solemnly say, "Ningma Temple will do its best to welcome the Leader Dongfang."

Dongfang Bubai nodded, ignored him, and poured himself some more drink.

Seeing his aloof style, Song Qingshu's heart jumped, ‘This fuc*ker’s martial arts skills are so high, and he even looks like a beauty. If he lived in modern times, he’d probably make those star-chasing girls crazy.’

*****

For the next few days, Song Qingshu was almost bored to death in the palace. It turned out that the day after the banquet, Jiumozhi left for Tibet, and Wei Xiaobao was also anxious to go home to hug his wife. Dongfang Bubai's whereabouts were mysterious, and he didn't know where that guy was. There was only Song Qingshu, a first-class guard, who had to stay there in the palace.

"Fortunately, Emperor Kangxi has others from the wulin to protect him. I don't need to be called for meager things. Otherwise, I might have to patrol in circles in the palace everyday. Thinking about it, I would lose the face of all the transmigrators in existence.” Song Qingshu muttered to himself.

According to Emperor Kangxi's words, he usually has nothing fixed to do, and he will naturally be notified when he is needed.

"Hey, it's not bad at all, this feeling is really uncomfortable." Song Qingshu opened the window and stared at the stars in the sky in a daze.

"There are assassins!" A guard's cry came from a distance, if it wasn't for Song Qingshu's deep internal energy, he probably wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Why is the assassin so stupid, and went to the unpopulated place in the Cining Palace Garden?" Song Qingshu said sympathetically, but thinking that he was bored anyway, he turned over and jumped out of the window to look for the sound.

It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of swords intersecting. Song Qingshu shook his head and smiled. Although there were no real masters among the Manchu guards, all of them were skilled in martial arts. If they were surrounded by them, the assassin might not be able to escape.

When passing the corridor and seeing the situation in the field clearly, Song Qingshu's expression changed slightly.

The man in black who was besieged by the big inner palace guards, although wrapped in black scarves, but the graceful curves of the figure clearly told everyone that she was a woman.

But that was not the point, what made Song Qingshu change his face was the golden serpent shaped sword in the opponent's hand.

"Golden Serpent Sword?" Song Qingshu was startled, thinking that Yuan Chengzhi was dead, and the other party was a woman, how could he still not understand the identity of the assassin.

Song Qingshu really admired Xia Qingqing in his heart. When she learned that her husband died at the hands of the Qing court, she, a woman, broke into the heavily guarded Forbidden City of the Qing Dynasty alone.

However, with her martial arts, the assassination of Emperor Kangxi was destined to be akin to a bamboo basket to draw water, and now it seemed that it was difficult to say whether she could even save her own life.

For a moment Song Qingshu was having mixed feelings. Xia Qingqing in the scene was already in grave danger, and with a low humming she used the sword in her hand.

Knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, Song Qingshu flipped his wrist, used the strength of “The Twin Dragons Fetch Water”, and aimed at Xia Qingqing, who was in danger, and pulled back with all his strength.

Xia Qingqing was dealing with the long swords slashing from all directions, and suddenly felt a strong force coming, as if her body was pulled into the darkness in the distance by an invisible force.

After the initial panic, Xia Qingqing calmed down instead, knowing that she would definitely die if she stayed here, but now she was being sucked into the unknown, which added a glimmer of hope.

Although she already had the intention of dying in her heart, she had not yet avenged her husband, and she was not willing to die at the hands of a group of guards.

It was the first time that Song Qingshu had moved a living person from such a distance. In order to prevent the lack of strength, he used the maximum power from the very beginning.

As a result, when Xia Qingqing landed in front of him, due to inertia, a pair of hands did not hold back and pressed directly on her chest.

Xia Qingqing was swaying in the air, and as soon as she landed, she felt a pair of big hands firmly grasping on her chest, and she was instantly ashamed and angry, and slashed at those hands with her sword, "You pervert, die! "

"It's really not intentional." Song Qingshu hurriedly jumped away, waving his hands and looking embarrassed, he secretly added a sentence, "It's so supple and soft. How superb!"

"It's you!" Xia Qingqing was startled when she saw Song Qingshu's appearance.

"This is not the place to talk, come with me!" Seeing the guards coming from a distance, Song Qingshu hugged Xia Qingqing and ran away.

With her slender waist in his arms, Xia Qingqing's eyebrows twitched, and she wanted to attack several times, but she was afraid of the chasing soldiers behind her, so she forcibly endured it.

Holding a person, Song Qingshu's figure did not show any signs of sluggishness. Often, his toes would slip out a few meters without a sound, and the chasing soldiers soon lost their traces.

"I didn't expect your movement technique to be so good." When Song Qingshu got rid of the pursuers and brought Xia Qingqing back to his residence to stop, Xia Qingqing quietly left his embrace, took off the black scarf on her face, and softly spoke.

"It's only so-so." Song Qingshu smiled.

"Brother Yuan's movement technique was probably not as good as you." Thinking of her deceased husband, Xia Qingqing felt sore in her heart, and her pair of starry eyes was faintly filled with mist.

"Hey, Madame Yuan, please forgive me." Song Qingshu didn't know how to comfort her for a while.

As if being reminded, Xia Qingqing suddenly raised her head and stared at Song Qingshu viciously, "Were you also present on Mount Tai that day?"

"Yes I was…" Song Qingshu nodded bitterly, it meant that he was also one of the accomplices in killing her husband, and he was one of the three masters sent by the imperial court, even if he wanted to deny it, he couldn't deny it.

"Then die!" With a coquettish scolding, Xia Qingqing stabbed at Song Qingshu’s chest.

As soon as the words came out, Song Qingshu was already on guard. Xia Qingqing shot out in anger. There were many flaws in her attack, and Song Qingshu casually hit the acupuncture point under her arm all of a sudden.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard footsteps of the guards not far away, Song Qingshu's expression changed, and his hands immediately reached towards Xia Qingqing's neckline.

"What are you doing?" Xia Qingqing's tone was full of panic.

Song Qingshu said with a wry smile while unbuttoning her clothes: "Miss Youyou, if I said I just want to borrow your clothes, would you believe it?"

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