After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 218 The Origin of Marquis Songyang and Sun Fuping

   "I'm worried about her?" Mrs. Ying sneered a few times, but quickly asked, "What do you mean?"

   "She has a title and is the leader of the Taoist sect, so she cannot be a concubine." He Lingchuan waved his hand, "It is impossible for Marquis Songyang to marry into our family. What are you afraid of?"

   Mrs. Ying is thoughtful.

   What the eldest son said is the last word. A woman like Songyang Hou can only be a wife, not a concubine, but she still has worries about her husband.

  He Chunhua is only thirty-four or five years old this year, with a slender figure and a handsome appearance. Not only is he attractive to women, but he also has a strong demand for himself.

  Besides, he is only fourteen or five years older than Songyang Hou. This age difference is nothing, an old man in his eighties can accept a girl in his twenties or eight years to enter the house.

   At this moment, Li Fubo, the master craftsman, asked to see him.

  Since Marquis Songyang was traveling with the supporting army, Li Fubo often jumped at both ends. After all, one side was the boss and the other side was Party A.

  This time he said to He Lingchuan: "Boss, sir, please."

  He Lingchuan Daqi, pointed to himself: "My lord, invite me?" Instead of inviting the old man?

"Yes."

   Mrs. Ying, who was sitting by the side, said to the eldest son, "You go."

  There are two inns in Ru County. Of course, Marquis Songyang lives in the one with the best conditions, and the one with the best conditions is a single-family house.

  He Lingchuan smelled a strong fruity aroma as soon as he entered the door.

  On the table of Li Qingge, Marquis of Songyang, there was a fine white gold-plated porcelain bowl.

   The bowl is milky, but not milk.

  She clapped her hands: "Come on, serve Mr. He a bowl of apricot cheese."

  The maid came in with a tray.

  He Lingchuan thanked him, raised his bowl and took a sip, feeling warm and fragrant.

  Apricot cheese is actually almond tea, in addition to being boiled and cooked, there are additional ingredients.

   "The milky fragrance is rich." He smacked, "I also added roses, um, what else?"

   There is also the aroma of flowers and fruits.

  Li Qingge smiled: "Excellent, Mr. He's speculation is exactly the same as your father's."

  He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows, it turned out that the old man also drank almond tea here, probably more than one bowl. Li Qingge said softly, "I also added dried cherries."

  The silver silk charcoal basin in the room was burning hotly, making her cheeks slightly dizzy. This is a beauty like porcelain jade, her skin is as snowy and can be broken by blowing bullets, there is a bit of natural charm hidden in her eyes, but her speech is dignified and decent.

  Her beauty has nothing to do with coquettishness, but it is like the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, warm and friendly, making people want to get close unconsciously.

  He Lingchuan knows his father's tonality, and vulgar fans don't like it, but this one...

   It's no wonder that Mrs. Ying is angry.

  He put down the bowl and coughed lightly: "Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?"

   "Can you take a look at the broken knife?"

  The Broken Knife is of course worn close to the body, not to mention it is a medium for falling into dreams, it has also been the savior two or three times. He Lingchuan untied it, and put it on the table: "Look."

  Li Qingge held the sheath, and pulled out the broken knife bit by bit, causing the edge to bloom slowly.

  The cold light was refreshing, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by two or three degrees.

   "A good knife, better than what Li Fubo told me." Li Qingge was slightly moved. He stroked the back of the knife with his fingertips all the way, flicked it lightly, and made a ding, which was crisp and sweet.

   "The saber's nature is like a dormant beast, always eager to try." She was curious, "Mr. He, what have you done to arouse it to this point?" The state of the saber is different from when Li Fubo reported it.

   It was less than half a month before and after, and it became more and more fierce.

  Master He scratched his neck: "Take it as a dart, hit people a few times, and it's gone." I can't tell you.

   This knife is the key for him to enter the Panlong dream. On the other hand, did what he did in the dream also affect the knife?

   "Can you borrow me for a few days to taste?" The more you look at this knife, the more complicated it becomes.

  He Lingchuan laughed: "This is not very good. I used to have nightmares, and since I broke the knife, I haven't had a recurrence."

   He didn't have another dream anyway.

"Okay, then it's inconvenient for me to win people's love." Li Qingge smiled slightly, "Actually, this knife is very fierce, and the wearer will be weak and short-lived if he doesn't suffer from blood and light. Even if I want to keep it, I have to pray for it." , Suppresses its ferocious nature. Mr. He can handle it easily, and if you don’t cause disasters, you will be rewarded. If you are not destined for it, you are not simple, Mr. He.”

  He Lingchuan was very interested: "What kind of possibility does the Sir think?"

"My lord said that you are a lucky general. I also heard that you have even subdued the fierce monkey of Qianxinliu and collected it as a medicine ape. Before that, it was even able to defeat the four masters." Li Qingge supported his chest with his hands, " In the ancient city of Panlong, at the shore of Xianling Lake, and at the Luming Garden, you may not be the one who made the first contribution, but you have helped a lot. General Ke Jihai also praised you full of praise when he left Luming Garden that night and entered the palace to meet the saint. , Your Majesty has given you a reward."

  He Lingchuan's heart moved slightly, so this is how the rewards given to him came from?

   No wonder. No wonder Wang Ting didn't reward him at all for the first two meritorious service.

  However, Ke Jihai entered the palace overnight to discuss secrets with Wang Shangshen, so there must not be many people present at that time. But Songyang Hou knew what Ke Jihai said, and this woman could be regarded as a good-looking woman.

  He Lingchuan finally understood why He Chunhua always ran here. Dad probably also noticed that she had a great network of connections.

   For a man who loves power, how can such a good resource be missed?

  Li Qingge said again: "Since the nature of the sword has changed, I will discuss with Li Fubo to improve the method of growing the sword. He said that this sword was broken by Mr. He himself?"

  He Lingchuan nodded.

   "Strange. This knife has a spirit, how could it be so close to the person who broke it?"

He Lingchuan recalled the scene of the black flood dragon in Panlong Fantasyland, which was the scene where Zhong Shengguang held the knife to himself, and shrugged: "It was purely accidental. Besides, I used it to fight Sun Fuping and Nian Songyu, maybe it has the same hatred? "

  Li Qingge was startled: "Have you ever fought with Sun Fuping?"

   "Yes." He Lingchuan's heart moved again, "Didn't you mention it in the battle report?"

  He thought that his father and son would thwart the whole process of Sun Fuping and Nian Songyu's conspiracy, and they would tell the royal court all about it.

  Li Qingge smiled, and answered irrelevant questions: "It's not that I was discouraging. Sun Fuping has great powers and has the ability to turn rain and clouds. It's amazing that you survived him."

  Now He Lingchuan understands why Dad likes to talk to Songyanghou. She clearly said that your cultivation base is low and weak, and Sun Fuping can crush you to death with one finger, but it still makes you quite good.

  Li Qingge returned the broken knife to He Lingchuan, with a reluctant expression on his face: "All the relics of Commander Zhong are destined to you, Mr. He is indeed a blessed general."

  The young man lowered his head and saw her slender fingers. Although she didn't have nails, they were lightly dyed with Kodan, and pressed against the faded scabbard like a budding peach branch.

  The contrast between the old and the new is sharp.

  It's a pity that his thoughts are all on the three words "Sun Fuping": "Marquis of Songyang and Sun Fuping, do they have a relationship?" As soon as the words came out, he remembered that his father should have asked this question.

Li Qingge turned his wonderful eyes around him, went to take another sip of apricot cheese, and said slowly: "Mr. He doesn't know? I thought you heard about it when you were in Shihuan. Master He will have a meeting with me." Many times, without saying a word about it."

   It's Shi Huan again, only he himself is ignorant, right? He Lingchuan spread his hands: "When I was in Shihuan City, I thought Songyanghou was a man."

   Li Qingge choked on his breath, coughed a few times, and the almond tea dripped onto the skirt of his clothes. The maid behind hurriedly handed her a handkerchief.

  Marquis Songyang slowed down for a while, before he sighed and said, "Young Master He is upright, he doesn't bother to inquire about gossip."

  He Lingchuan smiled wryly: "My lord just said that I'm closed."

  In the past few months, his mind has been focused on cultivation and the dream of the dragon, and he rarely pays attention to external affairs.

Li Qingge waved his hand: "When I was young, I went out with my parents, and I was attacked by a powerful enemy. My parents were killed, and I was separated from the team. My family ancestors searched everywhere but couldn't find it. Two years later, Sun Fuping went out to hunt for treasure, and found it in a wolf den. I picked it up and returned it to Songyang Mansion."

  She paused: "This matter was a sensation in the capital back then, even the former king and the current king knew about it."

  He Lingchuan took a light breath: "Sun Fuping is your savior." He suddenly remembered that the nobles in Lumingyuan had said that Zhu Xiuer's experience seemed to have been heard before, and someone in Songyang Mansion did the same.

   It turned out that they were talking about Li Qingge.

   Could it be? He immediately remembered the sudden attack under the Luming Garden.

"But he has asked for it from the Songyang Mansion all these years." Li Qingge said lightly, "I may not be right to say that. He opened his mouth a few times, and even the great kindness was filled. Since the death of his grandfather, Since I took over the Songyang Mansion, I have basically cut off contact with Sun Fuping. Otherwise, if his rebellion happens, how can my Songyang Mansion be safe and sound?"

  The last sentence is the most convincing. He Lingchuan had long heard that the monarch was suspicious. If he had serious doubts about the Songyang Mansion, would Li Qingge still be able to sit here now?

  Li Qingge went on to say: "Even the Songyang Mansion helped arrest Sun Fuping's accomplices, and made great contributions. The government and the public know about it."

  He Lingchuan gave a thumbs up: "Songyang Hou is loyal and patriotic, and He admires him!" Then he changed the subject, "Songyang Hou is good at refining weapons, and He has something else to ask for advice."

"Please say."

  He Lingchuan took out a talisman from his pocket and put it on the table: "I want to ask about the function of this talisman."

  He remembered that Songyang Hou's toy courtyard was sealed with talisman paper, so it was similar to this thing, right?

   This talisman is black and red letters, which is different from the general ones. Li Qingge picked it up and took a look, then frowned, "Where did Mr. He get it?"

"I captured this from Hong Xiangqian's general, Lu Yao. At that time, he was beaten to the point of death by us, and he couldn't be saved. Then he grabbed a black talisman and ate it. "

   "What effect?"

   "It's no use at all, nothing happened." He Lingchuan shrugged, "Then he was chopped off with a knife. I still remember the unbelievable look on that dead man's face."

  (end of this chapter)