Chapter 24 Killing God Bai Qi

When Song Yu was about to leave, she took care of Qiu Yao not to leave. Qiu Yao knew that the other party did not want her to be discovered, so she boredly walked around the table and looked through the bamboo slips spread out on the table. There were still many similarities between Chu Wen and modern Chinese characters. In addition, after learning for half a month, Qiu Yao could barely recognize what Song Yu was reading The Analects of Confucius.

It is said that half of the Analects govern the world, but Qiu Yao is not interested in it. There are some newly engraved words next to it, which should be the notes carved by Song Yu. Qiu Yao didn't understand it after reading it for a long time, so she simply lay on the desk and fell asleep.

It rained halfway. When I rushed back to the Chu Palace, my clothes were all wet, but I heard that Song Yu left a message to go to the study as soon as I came back, so I hurried into Song Yu's yard without even had time to change my clothes. Entering the study, he found that there was a woman in blue lying on the case, and her eyes fell on a green bracelet on Hao's wrist. Jingcha was first happy, and then calmly walked over and pushed Qiu Yao.

"Xie Qiuyao, get up." He was really angry. She was obviously his fiancee, and it was okay to leave home without authorization. She was still waiting for him in the yard of other men, even if the man was his best friend.

"Well... you're finally back." Qiu Yao raised her head sleepily. First, she looked at the peach blossom eyes with hidden anger, and then saw that the police were soaked, and most of her sleepiness immediately subsided. "Are you a three-year-old child? Why don't you change your clothes when you are wet?

"You..." Jingcha couldn't wait to pinch the round little face twice, but when he really did it, it couldn't be any lighter. "Well, wait and then clean you up." After saying that, he left the study angrily.

Qiu Yao, touched the place where she pinched, looked at the back of Jingdi, who was waiting for someone to help with the umbrella, curled her lips, and said, "Why do you always move your hands and feet?"

"There is a folk legend that there is a goddess named Yaoji in Wushan. She was originally the most powerful among the twelve daughters of the Queen Mother of the West. Earlier, she assisted Dayu in the area of Wushan to control the water and drain the flood. Due to the rapid water, the Yaoji sisters turned into the twelve peaks of Wuxia to block the torrent, and Yaoji turned into the highest goddess peak. Every morning, the goddess peak will be the first to usher in a brilliant morning glow, so the goddess peak has the name of 'Wangxia Peak'. Tang Le stood next to the seat of the king of Chu and told the legend of Wuxia for him. Song Yu stood in front of the king of Chu, motionless on the surface, but his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Xiong Heng was overjoyed when he heard Tang Le's words. He had changed his original shirt for a long time, but he still pulled up the left sleeve. He raised his arm to Song Yu in front of him and saw that the white veil that wrapped the wound was embroidered with the word "Yao" with red thread, but somehow the word seemed to have been split into two words.

"What does Song Aiqing think of it?"

Song Yu looked at the word "Yao" with rough needlework, and only felt that the handkerchief was tied to the arm of the king of Chu. "I also know a little about the legend of the Wushan goddess, as Lord Tang just said."

Xiong Heng's face was even more happy when he heard the words. Xia Hou and others around him took the opportunity to flatter. Song Yu couldn't help clenching his hands in his sleeve.

"I'm lucky to meet the goddess today, which is my blessing in Jingchu. I want you to find the goddess within ten days. As soon as Xiong Heng's voice fell, several people who were just walking and patting horses immediately became cicadas, "Tang Aiqing?"

"I'm here." Thinking of the previous questioning of the king of Chu on the mountain, the smile on Tang Le's face began to be a little unbearable. Inadvertently, he looked at Song Yu's cold eyes, and his heart was a little weak.

"I heard that you are good at painting for others, and I ordered you to draw the appearance of the goddess for everyone to look for."

"Yes..."

"Your Majesty, I have something to say." Song Yu's eyes narrowed, which made people unable to see the emotions in his eyes clearly.

"It's okay for Song Aiqing to say it."

"In the old days, I heard that the goddess of Wushan was very human. Others didn't see it, but only the king had to take it. I'm afraid it's difficult to find such a blind search. I have a way to make the king get what he wants.

"Aiqing, please speak!" The king of Chu excitedly pressed the armrest and leaned forward. Song Yu still looked unchanged and looked down at the ground under his feet.

"Tomorrow is white dew. The wild geese will come and the black bird will return. The king will fast and bathe in the morning. Fortunately, he looks at the Xiafeng and sincerely prays. For a month in a row, he will be able to see the goddess until the day when the thunder in the autumn equinox is over."

"This method is very good." Xiong Heng was overjoyed, and then got up and told the rest of the people, "Prepare the equipment you need for tomorrow, and hand over all the big and small matters to Song Aiqing for decision." Then he patted Song Yu on the shoulder two steps forward and praised with a smile, "I didn't know that Ziyuan had Lv Wang's talent."

"The king's praise." It's ridiculous. Even if he is Jiang Ziya, his king can't be the king of literature.

"Then everything will be left to Song Aiqing." The king of Chu was very excited. He immediately ordered people to prepare a banquet, celebrate, and arrange songs and dances to help the fun. Song Yu left early after the banquet on the grounds of arranging affairs.

The rain outside has gradually stopped. Song Yu was about to open his umbrella, but Xia Hou followed him out of the house.

"Ziyuan, let's stay."

Song Yu frowned without a trace, stopped the action in her hand and looked back at Xia Hou behind him, "What does Xia Hou think?"

"Ziyuan has a wide range of knowledge. There is nothing I can teach." Xiahou had an unpredictable smile on his face, "Today, I heard that Ziyuan invited the goddess for the king. I know the great talent of Ziyuan. What should I use early tomorrow morning? Ziyuan can let people come to pick it up."

"If Xiahou doesn't bother, the subordinate will do everything." Song Yu answered coldly and completely opened the umbrella in her hand. "The excellent singers in the palace were carefully selected by the Marquis of Zhou. Don't miss such a wonderful performance." After saying that, Song Yu walked out with an umbrella.

Xiahou was ridiculed instead of being caged, and his eyes looking at the white back also became resentful.

"Song Yu, you don't know how to be praised. Don't blame me for being merciless."

On the other side, Qiu Yao sat upright in front of the situation when she changed her clothes and returned, with a white medicine bottle in her hand.

"The reason why I came here this time has nothing to do with the owner of the original medicine bottle. What was originally contained in that bottle? I hope you can tell me frankly.

Jingcha saw her serious face and knew that it was not good for her to continue to hide it, so Shi Shiran said, "It's a good wound medicine. It should be owned by Qin people."

As expected, Qiu Yao repeated her previous words to Guiguzi to Jingcha. Hearing that she was knocked unconscious and taken away, Jingcha's sword eyebrows had been completely twisted together.

"I have told Song Yu what happened later. When he comes back, you can ask him. By the way, can you guess who the man who is called the prince is?

"Only the royal family can have the medicine. King Zhao of Qin and his son are in the Qin Palace. At this time, there is only one young man who was in the State of Chu and was given the medicine," Jing said, and his eyes suddenly became dark. "That's Bai Qi. And the man in black, known as the deputy commander, is his first general, Sima Cuo's direct grandson, Sima Jin.

Qiu Yao was startling when she heard the words, "The man who killed people without blinking an eye, Tu Baiqi? But why did he give me the medicine?

"He must have deliberately revealed his identity. In fact, even if he doesn't do so, it's not difficult for us to think that those assassins are instructed by him. As for the reason..."

"Ziyun," Song Yu came in from the door halfway through Jingcha's words. As he spoke, he leaned the umbrella against the door. "I have something to tell you."

"Let's talk about it. I'll take a break first. By the way, where will I sleep tonight?" Qiu Yao stood up and put the bottle back into her sleeve by the way. Song Yu's face is a little more serious than just now, and she still has the ability to observe words and colors.

"Ziyuan and my subordinates in my courtyard are both my confidants. While it's getting late, there should be no problem for you to go to me with an umbrella."

"This won't work," Qiu Yao sat back in front of the copywriting and looked at Qiu Yao at the door. "She may be found as soon as she comes out of the yard. I'll sleep in the study tonight."

Jingcha was slightly stunned when he heard the words. With his friendship with Song Yu for more than ten years, he knew that there must be a reason for him to do so, so after hesitating for a moment, he asked someone to take Qiu Yao to Song Yu's room to rest.

"What's the matter?" Jingchae's face became more and more solemn.

"When she came today, she bumped into a handkerchief embroidered with Yao characters left by the king. Tang Le took the opportunity to talk about the myth of the Wushan goddess Yaoji, which made the king think that she was the goddess and tried his best to find her out." Song Yu put away the bamboo slips spread out on the table, took out a piece of plain silk, took the pen and ink and wrote it calmly on the cloth and silk. There was already a countermeasure in his heart.

"And then?"

"I told the king to fast and bathe, and prayed that I could meet the goddess in half a month. And tomorrow I will accompany the king to the peak of the goddess, so the matter of the goddess will be handed over to Ziyun.

Jingchao meditated and said slowly, "You are going to bully you again." He looked up and saw Song Yu looking at himself with a pen and a smile. Jingcha couldn't help saying, "Since you have one, why are you afraid to have another one?"

Song Yu lowered his head and wrote his things again, "Today, you went to the post station to get the news. What's new development in Yingdu?"

"General Zhuang's uprising has been successful for several days, but the king hasn't moved for a long time - I'm afraid the news will be intercepted."

Song Yu paused when he heard the words, and his eyes narrowed. "I will find a way about this matter. Be sure to send a message to General Zhuang and let him hold on for a longer time."

"It's not difficult... What are you doing?"

"Details of tomorrow's sacrifice."

Jingcha couldn't help bending the corners of his mouth. "When Xiahou's people listen to your advice, they will probably feel that you have finally thought of them."

Song Yu's arm smiled coldly at the ink, "I've just walked away, and he can't wait to catch up."

Jingcha doesn't need to ask, and he knows that Xia Hou will definitely touch the ashes of his nose. After laughing, he is a little worried. "Xiahou seems to be obsessed with wine and sex, but in fact, there is quite a lot of city government. If it is not necessary, you'd better try not to have a head-on conflict with him."

Song Yu nods, picks up the silk and goes to the door, and orders his men to hand it over to the steward of the Lan Palace. Then he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the rain falling from the eaves quietly.