Chapter 1509 Etiquette and Moral Suffering

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"With the relationship between you and me, how could I possibly kill your brother," Song Qingshu reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, and said with pity, "My condolences, I will help you find the murderer."

Noticing the strange eyes of the two girls on the side, Yelu Nanxian, who was a young girl, couldn't bear it after all. After stomping her feet, she simply turned around and ran away. What you said is true or false!" Although she said so, she actually believed it in her heart.

Seeing Yelu Nanxian's almost escaping attitude, Xia Qingqing came over and said with a half-smile, "Young Master Song is really a confidante all over the world."

Bing Xue'er, who was beside her, also frowned slightly. Obviously, she also felt a little bit of a headache for this careless man.

Feeling the murderous intent in the air faintly, Song Qingshu hurriedly changed the topic: "Cough, I just checked inside, and I only found Qingqing's golden snake sword and Bingxue'er's silver bell and golden lock. I'm gone." As he spoke, he handed the stolen golden snake sword and soft rope to the two women.

"Missing whereabouts?" Bing Xue'er couldn't help but turn pale when she heard that the Leng Yue Bao Dao was gone.

"I was confused before, but now it seems that most of the people who took the Leng Yue Bao Dao were the mysterious person who killed Yelu Suiye." Song Qingshu analyzed.

"Could it be the Xiao Banhe you mentioned earlier?" Bing Xue'er hurriedly asked, after all, Xiao Banhe also came for the Leng Yue Bao Dao before.

"No," Song Qingshu shook his head, "I had been following Xiao Banhe before, and he had no chance to come back to kill and grab a knife."

"Could it be someone from Xixia?" Xia Qingqing also analyzed.

"It's possible," Song Qingshu said uncertainly after thinking about it, "but they can just grab the sword, there's no need to kill Yelu Suiye, after all, Yelusui is also the only son of Yelu Yixin and the elder brother of Yelu Nanxian. , Prince Xixia is about to marry Yelu Nanxian, how could he also start with Yelu Sui..."

He was analyzing, and suddenly saw the strange eyes of the two women, only to hear Xia Qingqing muttering in a low voice: "Why do you like to find other people's wives..."

Song Qingshu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: "Will she and I get along earlier, but we were just stabbed by the marriage."

Even though he explained it, the two women still looked like they knew what your hobbies were, and Song Qingshu was helpless, so he simply didn't explain it.

"Could it be that there are people in Xixia who don't want to see this marriage succeed?" Xia Qingqing put forward another guess. Over the years, she has followed Ajiu and Dongfang Muxue successively, and her vision is no longer comparable to the previous Jianghu woman.

"It's not impossible, we need to investigate further." Song Qingshu said solemnly, but soon there was the clamor of soldiers not far away. It turned out that the fight here just now disturbed the guards over there.

"Let's go back first and then make a long-term discussion." Song Qingshu put his arms around a woman and left the place before the soldiers arrived.

After returning to the secret stronghold of the Huanyiyuan, Song Qingshu said to the two women, "It's getting late today, you must be tired after tossing for a day, take a rest first and then go to inquire about the news tomorrow morning."

Bing Xue'er and Xia Qingqing nodded their heads. After fighting a few times today, they were caught in jail again. They were indeed exhausted. Fortunately, Song Qingshu had already intimately instructed the servants to prepare hot water in advance, and the two women each found their clothes and went to bathe. Song Qingshu began to organize the next thoughts. In addition to finding Murong Jingyue, there are now more tasks to find the murderer and find the Lengyue Baodao. However, these two things can be combined into one thing. After finding the sword, most of the murderers will be found. , Judging from various information, most of the Leng Yue Bao Dao has a certain relationship with the Yuanyang Dao, and you can start from this aspect.

Get up tomorrow and go to the Xixia embassy to check to see if it is their hands; you can also go to Xiao Banhe and ask him to see what secrets he knows about the Yuanyang Knife; and about Yuan Chengzhi...

After thinking about it for a while, I felt dizzy, and Song Qingshu simply thought about it, and planned to peek first—ah, bah, what about the scholar, can it be called stealing?

It's a pity that the day didn't go as planned, and the two women had their own concerns. Today, it was obviously not in the mood to take a leisurely bath. The bath was soon over. Song Qingshu was about to sneak in, and the door had already been opened from the inside.

"What do you want to do?" Bing Xue'er asked suspiciously when she saw his sneaky look.

Song Qingshu looked embarrassed, and the hand that was going to open the door lifted up and touched the back of his head: "That...that's nothing, I just came to see if you have enough hot water, haha~"

Bing Xue'er's face was strange, she faintly felt that the other party was a little ill-intentioned, and Xia Qingqing on the side had already laughed: "Sister Xue'er, don't believe his nonsense, he just wants to come in to steal fragrance and jade."

Bing Xue'er's expression became even more strange. After all, when she knew Song Qingshu, he was still the image of upright and arrogant, although he was also a bit good-looking...

Song Qingshu's face was also a little unsettled. Bingxue'er was different from other women. She accompanied him in the most downhearted time, so he always wanted to leave a perfect impression on her: "Well, it's getting late, you guys should rest early, I'm going home first."

Xia Qingqing pushed him onto Bing Xue'er and said with a smile: "You guys haven't seen each other for so long, you must have a lot to say, please accompany Sister Xue'er well." While saying this, she winked at Song Qingshu. Blinking his eyes, his eyes were extraordinarily bright and moving, and then he ran back to his room with a smile.

Song Qingshu was so angry that she wanted to spank her, but she didn't expect her to send such an assist.

It was swept away in an instant. He really had a lot of things he wanted to say to Bing Xue’er—of course, what he wanted more was sleeping with the quilt, but he only dared to think about this kind of thought. He loved and respected Bing Xue’er. , for fear of accidentally offending her. Moreover, Xia Qingqing had solemnly said before that he was only willing to accompany him with Ajiu, and other women should not even think about it, so he could only dispel this idea.

"This Qingqing!" Bingxue'er stomped her feet, her skin like ice and snow also turned a blush. Although she and Song Qingshu had a close relationship, they were still far from being an old husband and wife. , her shyness grew stronger.

"Is your sister okay these days?" Song Qingshu asked Bing Xue'er affectionately.

Bing Xue'er smiled sweetly: "Of course I'm having a good time."

Song Qingshu sighed: "I met my sister this time and found that you have all lost money. I must have suffered a lot of wind and frost in the past two years."

Hearing his gentle voice, Bing Xue'er only felt that the hardships she had encountered in the past few years were nothing: "Seeing you, the hardships of the past are gone."

Song Qingshu did not expect Bing Xue'er, who has always been proud of herself, to say such touching love words, and she was overjoyed for a while, and hugged her in his arms.

The two hugged each other like this, without the slightest desire, only the closeness of the two souls in the world.

After a long time, Bing Xue'er pushed him away and said softly, "Qing Shu, go see Qingqing, she saw today... she is emotionally unstable."

Seeing how she hesitated to speak, Song Qingshu knew that it was inconvenient for her to tell Xia Qingqing's story about Yuan Chengzhi, so she could only remind him like this.

"Okay." Song Qingshu didn't refuse. He was really afraid that Xia Qingqing would get into the horns again. She had tossed her a few times in Qing Dynasty.

Besides, Xia Qingqing just pushed Song Qingshu into Bing Xue'er's arms, and returned to the room with a smile. After closing the door, her smile disappeared, replaced by a sad face.

Lying in bed for a while thinking of Song Qingshu and Yuan Chengzhi for a while, the pressure of the worldly etiquette was overwhelming, making her a little breathless, and tears flowed unconsciously.

"Why is the little lady crying?" At this moment, a playful voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

Xia Qingqing turned around and sat on the bedside in surprise: "Why are you..."

"I'll come to accompany you." Song Qingshu smiled and scratched her nose, and said with some pity.

Xia Qingqing's expression was a little weird: "Why did you end so quickly this time? It's not someone else's impersonation." While talking, he pulled up on his face to see if there was a disguise - a mask or something.

Song Qingshu heard a black line: "You have been with me for a long time, and you have really learned badly, and your thinking has become more and more dirty."

"Oops~" Xia Qingqing exclaimed, only then did she know that she had just been thinking about the wrong direction.

Song Qingshu laughed: "If that's the case, let you try to see if I'm someone else's impersonation." As he said that, he turned to her bed.

Feeling his Lushan claws, Xia Qingqing blushed and said while dodging: "Wait a minute, wait a second, I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead, I'm listening." Song Qingshu didn't mean to stop at all.

"Hey you, I really have something serious to tell you," Xia Qingqing said bitterly. Seeing that he still didn't mean to stop, she had to say, "I met Yuan... Big Brother Yuan today." She thought to herself. You should stop and listen to me.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu seemed to be indifferent: "So what?"

"I'm talking about Yuan Chengzhi, I... my husband, he's not dead." Xia Qingqing worried that he didn't understand and explained in a trembling voice.

Song Qingshu really stopped and put his hands on the bed: "I know, I've been waiting for you to tell me."

"You know?" Now it was Xia Qingqing's turn to be stunned.

"Yeah, didn't I dress up as a jailer? I saw him." Song Qingshu replied.

Xia Qingqing bit her lip: "Qingshu, what do you think I should do?"

"This is easy," Song Qingshu patted her leg, "open."

Xia Qingqing was in a trance, and instinctively followed suit, Song Qingshu's waist sank: "Just do it like this."

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