The Villain's Counterattack

Song Qingshu blinked, raised the wine jug in front of him and poured half of it into his mouth, spilling it all over himself. He looked quite disheveled, as if he were drunk. He looked at her with deliberately hazy eyes and said, "Hey, isn't this Brother Ha? How come you have time to come to the restaurant today? Is your newlywed wife unhappy? Or did she kick you out of bed?"

The scholar who was so refined and concerned about his country and the people just now has turned into a drunkard in the blink of an eye. And the look in your eyes changed so quickly, it couldn't be more fake! I'm not here to arrest you, I just came over because you're interesting. Who would have thought that when he saw me, he would immediately restrain his talent and become a drunkard talking nonsense.

"Scholar, your face-changing skills are indeed amazing, but since this young master has heard it, I have to tell you something. All under heaven is the king's land, and all the people in the world are his subjects. My Mongolian emperor is powerful and majestic, and all the heroes in the world feel honored to serve him. But you, a Confucian scholar, describe them as having a belly full of fat. Isn't that a bit too much?" Zhao Min didn't care at all. She sat down opposite him, then ordered some food and wine, threw a silver ingot over, and the waiter immediately went down happily.

"Brother Ha, haven't you heard that birds of a feather flock together? A nomadic barbarian with a belly full of fat intestines is just right." Song Qingshu didn't even use chopsticks. He reached out and grabbed the hot mutton and stuffed it into his mouth, looking like a bohemian and arrogant scholar.

"Oh, brother, what do you think of the current emperor?" Zhao Min blinked and stared at the Confucian scholar in front of her. Today, she suddenly had the urge to go out for a walk and take a look at the lives of ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, just as I arrived at the stairs to the second floor of the restaurant, I heard a Confucian scholar talking loudly about "Hu Ren Wu Han Dao Chang". Few people in most places would dare to say such outrageous words. I was very curious about him and thought that if he was really a talent, I would recruit him, but if he was just a person who was seeking fame and popularity, then I would let him go.

"A good-for-nothing, a dead body in a grave, not worth mentioning." Song Qingshu said carelessly, and the people around him in the restaurant were suddenly frightened and moved away from him to avoid being implicated by this overwhelming victory.

"How dare you!" Lu Zhangke and He Biweng roared, their voices deafening. Song Qingshu glanced at them with disdain, scratched his ears, and said, "Being loud doesn't mean being right. The old emperor enjoys fine wine and delicious food every day. What else can he be but a drunkard? He lives in the imperial palace and can only come out a few times a year. No matter how big and luxurious it is, it's just a larger prison tomb. What's wrong with saying he's just a pile of dry bones in the tomb?"

Isn't this the explanation for a good-for-nothing, a dead body in a grave?

"What about the civil and military officials in the court?" Zhao Min continued to ask without caring.

"You have a belly full of bad intentions. You eat a lot and move little, which makes you a bad heart. I'm afraid you won't live a long life." Song Qingshu ignored Zhao Min and just focused on eating and drinking, but he forced the smell of alcohol on his face, and the smell of alcohol that came out of his mouth made Zhao Min frown slightly.

"What about my Mongolian army?" Zhao Min asked without giving in.

"When the cunning rabbit is gone, the running dog is cooked. The sparrow in the cage and the dog in the pen are forced to raise the wolves into dogs. I admire you so much!" Song Qingshu still admires the Mongolian cavalry of Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan in history. However, the Mongolian cavalry now should not be called wolves, but just dogs.

But dogs also have different grades, big dogs, small dogs, pugs, hunting dogs, wolfhounds, and scabby dogs. There are still one or two good Mongolian cavalry in the north, but they are just good.

The two Xuanming Elders were confused, but Zhao Min seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment, she suddenly asked, "What do you think will be the future of Mongolia?"

"Go back to where you came from." Song Qingshu suddenly thought that he might have revealed too much. This girl was not an ordinary person. If Lu Zhangke or He Biweng heard it, they would probably be furious and beat him up. But Zhao Min was a smart person. It would be bad if she figured out something.

However, when he thought that she was just a girl and did not hold any specific official position, and her words did not carry enough weight, he felt relieved. Maybe he could even use her to disrupt the Mongol Yuan Dynasty court.

The two Xuanming Elders found themselves a little lost in their thoughts. Could there be some hidden meaning in their words? They hated these scholars the most, always beating around the bush. Couldn't they just talk straight? This princess was also a clever and intelligent woman; she seemed to rarely suffer any setbacks.

"How can we just throw away the beautiful mountains and rivers our ancestors conquered?" Zhao Min shook her head. This didn't seem realistic. After seeing the world, who would want to go back to the grasslands to herd sheep? Wouldn't it be better to herd people in the land of China? Life here was so comfortable. The desert, the sand, the grasslands, the wolves were gone forever. An inexplicable sense of crisis grew in Zhao Min's heart.

"If you lose the land but keep the people, both the land and the people will survive. If you keep the land but lose the people, both the land and the people will be lost. Alcohol is a poison that penetrates the intestines, sex is a steel knife that scrapes the bones, money is a tiger coming down the mountain, and anger is the root of trouble. It seems that these four words are harmful, so it is better to write them off. Without wine, there will be no etiquette, without sex, the road will be deserted, without money, the world will be difficult to navigate, and without anger, one will be bullied. It seems that these four words are useful. I advise you to tailor them to your body." After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

"Sir, you are a talented person. Would you like to be an official in the court? My family has some connections and I can introduce you to someone." Zhao Min felt her mind clear up immediately after hearing this and couldn't help but speak out to recruit him.

"A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a good minister chooses a master to serve. Brother Ha, do I look like a fool to you? I shouldn't fall to this extent." Song Qingshu glanced at her with disdain, which made Zhao Min really want to hit someone. Our Mongolian Empire is very powerful, okay? The achievements of our ancestors are so great, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is awe-inspiring.

Zhao Min suddenly had an idea and asked, "This gentleman keeps calling himself Brother Ha, but I wonder which distinguished friend he mistook me for?"

Song Qingshu showed a look of surprise and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Brother Ha, you really are young and have no self-control. Even though you just married a beautiful wife and are enjoying sex every day, you shouldn't overwork your brain, right? Aren't you the drooling brother Ha?"

"Crack~" The folding fan in Zhao Min's hand was broken by her. This Confucian scholar had talent, but his character was really bad. She had never been fooled like this since she was a child. Now even Xuanming Erlai next to her knew that he was joking with Zhao Min, but he couldn't help but smile on his face, and he held it back with great difficulty.

"Asshole, go to hell!" Zhao Min was filled with shame and anger. She stood up, overturned the table, and kicked Song Qingshu hard in the chest.

Song Qingshu dodged the table and deliberately moved closer to the window. Zhao Min kicked him, but he didn't dodge and fell out with a scream, falling directly from the second floor, causing a commotion downstairs, but soon there was no sound.

The shopkeepers hurried over to investigate. Zhao Min threw a token at them, silencing them. They quickly cleaned up and moved to another table. Zhao Min shouted angrily, "Bring up that reckless fellow downstairs. I have something to ask."

The store owner hurriedly sent someone to invite him. The waiter went downstairs nimbly and came back up quickly. The man fell down and quickly got up, dusted himself off and flew away. The people who were watching the excitement didn't know the reason, so no one tried to stop him. By the time the waiter went downstairs, the man had disappeared.

The two Xuanming Elders' expressions suddenly changed. That person didn't look like a martial artist at all, so how could he suddenly become a master? Zhao Min was taught by all of them. In her rage, she didn't hold back. Even if she couldn't kill her, she could have easily beaten her to death. In the end, she was fine, dusted herself off, and the two of them upstairs didn't notice anything unusual.

"Princess, that man is probably not an ordinary Confucian scholar. If he had suddenly attacked us just now, my two brothers might not have been able to rescue him in time." Lu Zhangke felt terrified.

Zhao Min thought carefully and shook her head gently, saying, "Masters, you two are being too cautious. Even if that man has some skills, how can he compare to you two? He does have some courage, but his martial arts skills are not necessarily that high. It's a pity that such a talented person cannot be used by me. As for those corrupt scholars in the court, well, let's not talk about them."

As if she had thought of something, Zhao Min suddenly said, "There don't seem to be many Confucian scholars in the world who are both civil and military. I'm afraid this person's identity is really not simple."

"What did the princess think of?"

"Hmph, there are many famous Confucian scholars who harbor hostility towards our Mongol Empire and are both skilled in both civil and military matters. The most famous of them is none other than the Wudang Confucian hero Song Qingshu. We have been unable to apprehend him for three months. I never thought he would be so bold as to sneak into Dadu."

"What? He's the Confucian hero Song Qingshu? No, no, Song Qingshu should be younger than him."

"Just like me, a simple makeup technique. Interesting, interesting, Song Qingshu, we will meet again. The road ahead is long, so we'll see each other someday!"