Chapter 227: The Attractiveness of Famous Fame and Eternal Destiny

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"I found out about your death, Director Sai." Song Qingshu smiled coldly, stretched out his hand and grabbed his throat.

Originally, the martial arts director of Yisai, as the number one master of the Shengjing Manchus, although weaker than Song Qingshu, would not be powerless. It's a pity that he didn't expect that the sickly-looking old man Liu was actually a martial arts master, and his vital points were tightly held without any precautions.

"Giggle..." Director Sai's face was flushed, and he wanted to call for help, but all he made was such a meaningless sound.

"If you can be the first person I kill, you should also close your eyes." Song Qingshu sighed, twisted his wrist and rubbed it, and Director Sai had his neck broken by him, and fell to the ground with a thud, eyes wide open. Protruding, obviously dead.

"Sir, what happened?" The guard outside heard the sound and knocked on the door.

"It's okay." Song Qingshu said in the voice of the director of the mock competition.

After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu sat at the table and began to re-mix the medicinal mud for the human skin mask. Director Sai was here, making it easier to make. He smeared the medicinal mud on his face, and it was quickly air-dried. Song Qingshu tore it off. Putting it on his own face, he stuck the old man Liu's mask on the face of Director Sai, and exchanged the two's clothes. Song Qingshu checked it and felt that there was nothing wrong, so he opened the door and walked out.

"Director Sai...this?" The guard was about to speak, but when he saw the old man Liu lying on the ground in the room, his expression changed greatly.

"My lord asked me to eliminate all hidden dangers, so I sent him on the road. I'll carry him away and bury him quietly. Don't let anyone know. You must understand the rules of the house." Song Qingshu patted the guard on the shoulder.

The guards were drenched in cold sweat, wondering if Director Sai heard the old man Liu's secret and killed him, so am I in danger? Out of the corner of his eye, he swept the palm of the Sweeping Tournament Manager's shoulder on his shoulder. Every time the other party slapped it, the guard's face turned pale.

Finally, watching Director Sai disappear into the distance, the guards slumped all over, feeling that his back was completely wet with cold sweat, he let out a sigh of relief, and entered the room. He dragged "Old Man Liu" up and prepared to find a place to bury it. The poor manager of Sai, who was the number one master of the Manchus in Shengjing, died so silently.

Song Qingshu followed his memory, came all the way to the rockery before, swaggered over, and the guard saw his appearance, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "My subordinates, see Director Sai."

"Well," Song Qingshu snorted noncommittally, "On the order of the prince, I'm going to see the prisoner."

"Director Sai, please." A group of guards quickly opened the cell door and respectfully gave way. Manager Sai was a popular person in front of the lord. He said that he had obeyed the lord's order, and this group of people would naturally not doubt it.

"I have something to tell the prisoners, you go out first." Entering the cell, Song Qingshu waved and told all the guards to go out first. Then only cell by cell to observe the counter-cells inside.

Finally, he found the dying Tian Guinong in a cell in the back. He was covered in blood and had no complete flesh on his body. Song Qingshu frowned when he saw it, crouched beside him, and shook his body: "Brother Tian, Brother Tian?"

Tian Guinong gradually woke up, glanced at Song Qingshu, and said lightly: "So it's Director Sai, what's the matter with Tian?" The voice was actually lifeless, Song Qingshu snorted: "Do you want to go out? "

"Going out?" Tian Guinong's eyes brightened, but quickly dimmed again, "What are you going to do?"

"Could it be that you don't want your wife Nan Lan, and your daughter Tian Qingwen?" Song Qingshu thought to himself that the torture of the past few days had made him want to die?

"Nanlan?" Tian Guinong finally reacted, but he quickly became discouraged, "But I'm a waste now, what's the use of thinking about her?"

"Crippled?" Song Qingshu asked in confusion.

"Mr. Sai, why do you know why you ask?" Tian Guinong glanced at him, revealing his bloody lower body, "Your Highness has already ordered me to be tortured..." As he spoke, he began to sob.

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Tian Guinong to be so miserable. After a while of silence, he said, "Who said that a man who was tortured by the palace is a waste? The Han Dynasty wrote 'Lisao without rhyme, the best song of the Shijia' - "Historical Records" Sima Qian, Cai Lun, who invented the art of making paper, and Zheng He, the great eunuch who went to the West seven times in the Ming Dynasty, who are not famous in history, who would dare to say that they are useless?"

Seeing that Tian Guinong was unmoved, Song Qingshu hurriedly changed the subject, "There is also Yu Chaoen from the Tang Dynasty, and Wei Zhongxian from the former Ming Dynasty, nine thousand years old, which one is not physically disabled... Go up, intervene in political affairs, subdue hundreds of officials, and have wives and concubines in groups, who would dare to say that they are useless.”

Tian Guinong raised his head and murmured, "Yes, yes, I still have a chance, I still have a chance..."

Song Qingshu's black line is indeed a bad person's nature. Positive examples can't inspire him, but these evil villains can cheer him up again.

"This is the Snow Ginseng Jade Toad Pill. It is useful for your injury. Take it quickly." Song Qingshu brought a pill to Tian Guinong's mouth.

Tian Guinong glanced at him vigilantly, and randomly thought that his life was worse than death. If the poison was a big deal, he took it and swallowed it, and immediately felt a heat rise in his lower abdomen.

Song Qingshu stretched out his palm against his vest: "I'll help you digest the medicine first, and I'll send you out when you temporarily regain your mobility."

Feeling the steady stream of infuriating energy from the vest, Tian Guinong hurriedly healed his wounds with luck: "Why did Director Sai save me?"

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A few years ago, I was greatly benefited by Song Qingshu. This time, he came to Shengjing as a minister sent by imperial envoy. He learned that you were tortured by the prince in every possible way because of him, so he tried everywhere to save him, and then he contacted me by chance. "Song Qingshu said in a deep voice.

"Don't you betray the prince by doing this?" Tian Guinong had mixed feelings when he heard that Song Qingshu had sent someone to rescue him. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have gone to prison. Help... I don't even know whether to hate him or thank him.

"I have to repay the grace of saving my life. I naturally have a way to hide it from the lord. Brother Tian doesn't need to worry about me, but calm down and absorb the medicinal power." Song Qingshu replied.

After a stick of incense, Song Qingshu withdrew his palms and stood up, "I can't stay here for a long time, Brother Tian should be able to walk on his own now, let's go out of the palace first."

"Okay." Tian Guinong nodded hurriedly, staggering behind Song Qingshu, his face paled with pain and sweat dripping down with every step he took, but thinking about whether he could escape, he had to stick with his teeth.

"Director Sai, this is this?" The guards at the door were taken aback when they saw Tian Guinong behind Song Qingshu.

"The prince's order, I will take him out, you don't have to ask." Song Qingshu took out a token and said lightly, thinking that this game manager really saved himself a lot of effort, but he didn't expect to have a Hongli token on his body. Otherwise, it would take a lot of effort to rescue Tian Guinong himself.

"Yes!" The guards froze in their hearts and said with a smile, "This farmer is already a waste, and now it is naturally worthless."

Hearing the laughter of this group of low-level guards who were not in his eyes on weekdays, Tian Guinong trembled, his fingernails were embedded in his flesh, and he secretly felt ruthless in his heart: I, Tian Guinong, must avenge this revenge!

After going all the way out of the palace, Song Qingshu pointed to the carriage that had been prepared by the side, and said to Tian Guinong: "Brother Tian, ​​I still have important things to do, so I won't send you. After you drive this carriage back to the palace, , with his wife and daughter, go to Wuhumen in the east of the city to find their head Sang Feihong. Song Engong has already agreed with her that they will send you out of Shengjing. Now you are no longer allowed in Liaodong, and head Sang will take care of you. Send it to Yanjing City, and Song Engong has arranged everything for you there." It turned out that Song Qingshu rescued Sang Feihong once in Zhang Zhaozhong's mansion. He agreed to escort a few people out of the city for himself.

"Many thanks to Director Sai for saving me today." Tian Guinong looked at Song Qingshu and choked up for a while. Since he was jailed, his friends in the former official circles have turned their faces and turned their backs on him. Unexpectedly, it was Director Sai who had no friendship in the past. people lend a hand.

"If you want to thank Song Engong, thank Song Engong." Song Qingshu snickered in his heart, turned and walked towards the palace. After only a few steps, he didn't know what to think, and called Tian Guinong again, "Brother Tian, ​​the head of the Sang Sect of Wuhu Sect is only a few steps away. Knowing Mrs. Zun Nan Lan, Brother Tian, ​​please don’t come to the door alone.” It turns out that Song Qingshu was worried that Tian Guinong’s nature was weak, and he abandoned his wife and daughter at this critical juncture, so wouldn’t his efforts be in vain?

"Thank you, Director Sai for the reminder?" Tian Guinong was stunned, nodded, and then drove his carriage to his mansion.

After re-entering the palace, Song Qingshu wondered in his heart why he didn't see the members of the Red Flower Society in the prison just now. Could it be that they were not imprisoned in the palace? Forget it, now that time is running out, there is no way to save them, so go to Xia Qingqing first.

Song Qingshu walked in a hurry, going all the way without hindrance, knowing that he came to the gate of the inner courtyard of the palace, "Mr. Sai, you don't know the rules, right? In the inner courtyard of the palace, except the prince and the prince, no one else is allowed to enter." A voice from the side said. up.

Song Qingshu looked back, and it seemed that he had seen this person at the banquet before. It was Prince Bao's third master Jinclaw Tiegou Bai Zhen. According to Zhang Zhaozhong, Bai Zhen had eagle claw skills, and his martial arts skills were still above the competition chief. With all this in mind, Song Qingshu said quickly: "It turned out to be Lord Bai, I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now, and I was a little dizzy for a while."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Bai Zhenpi said without a smile, but he was full of resentment in his heart. This general manager of the competition is not as good as himself in martial arts, because he is full of people, so he is more trusted by the prince, but he can only Watch the home here.

Song Qingshu turned around and walked towards the palace, thinking in his heart: I thought I could sneak in to find Qingqing more easily by virtue of my identity as the director of the competition, but I didn't expect... It seems that I can only implement the established plan.

After leaving the palace in a hurry, Song Qingshu found a secluded place, tore off his official uniform and human skin mask, and then rushed to the Dragon Gate Inn near the palace, where another person was waiting for him.

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