Chapter 83: As soon as his wife met this man, he went crazy. ...

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Xiangyu leaned against the table, raised her eyebrows slightly, and gave Zhu Hao a sarcastic smile.

Song Xieqing glanced at the two of them indifferently, tapping the table with his slender knuckles, "Speak freely, no matter how shocking your words may be, I promise you will not be sent to the dungeon, kept company with rats, or sent to the underworld."

He subconsciously touched the knife wound on his chest and said humbly, "I heard everything. The current emperor suspects you of colluding with Ling Wang's old allies, right? And General Yu, 'I'm Ling Wang's man. What do you think? Did this knife save you from this dilemma? He won't suspect you anymore, will he?"

He scoffed. "Well, the dilemma is resolved. His Majesty no longer suspects me. You almost stabbed me to death."

Zhu Hao touched her nose. She really wanted to help him out, although... she also had the intention of revenge. When the blade pierced into Song Xieqing's chest, she felt quite relieved.

The weariness in Song Xieqing's eyes grew thicker. He had no intention of wasting time with her, so he went straight to the point, "If you're not Yu Shu, then who are you?"

He wanted to see what kind of fantastic stories the person in front of him could come up with.

"You really won't throw me into prison with rats? You won't send me to hell?" She feigned pity and whispered, "Don't look at me as a man now, but I... but I come from a hundred years in the future, and I am your legally wedded wife."

The room was filled with silence, as if the smoke rising from the copper stove was suspended in mid-air.

In a flash, there was a sound of breaking air. Zhu Hao saw Song Xieqing flick his sleeve gracefully, and a cold light flashed faintly between his sleeves. The next moment, a dagger came straight towards her face with a sharp sound of wind.

It was the same dagger that had pierced his chest in the court, in front of all the officials. How could he be so eager to take revenge on her? He, Song Xieqing, had been such a petty and vindictive person a hundred years ago!

Her mind went blank for a moment, let alone avoiding it.

Zhu Hao instinctively closed her eyes, but the expected pain did not come, there was only a few rustling sounds. Zhu Hao covered her face tightly and tentatively half opened one eye. Her arrogant ex-husband had been half-crouching in front of her, playing with the dagger nonchalantly.

Just now, the blade was only an inch away from this man's throat, but he didn't dodge or avoid, nor did he block it. How could he be a brave warrior who had been through many battles?

Song Xieqing held a faint smile at the corner of his lips. "Where is Prince Ling? You didn't ask for the Gelsemium on you, did you? Was it Jiang Zhi's work? And... judging by the clothes you were wearing when you were imprisoned... you returned from Qing? During the three years you were missing, were you held hostage in Qing? Were you constrained by the people of Qing? Was Prince Ling like that too? Why did the people of Qing release you back to Yingdu without a written note or any demands? General Yu?"

He went on and on, leaving Zhu Hao's mind reeling. Where was Prince Ling? She was now in the half-familiar Ying Dynasty. She didn't even know where Prince Ling was, let alone where Turtle was! As for Jiang Zhi, wasn't he the Mingci Emperor, the fallen ruler of Ying Dynasty? Apart from Jiang Zhi, there was no record of the Qing people's obstruction, the Qing hostages, or the handwritten demands in later historical records. So how could she, a visitor a hundred years later, know anything about it?

Zhu Hao turned upside down and said bluntly: "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Song Xieqing stared at her, speaking slowly and clearly, "The doctor said General Yu had no brain injuries and no amnesia. For three years, General Yu didn't even know where he was? Did General Yu think I was a three-year-old child? You were just fooling me?"

Zhu Hao looked at Song Xieqing silently. The dagger just now did not really hurt her. She thought that he did not really want to take her life. Because of their more than sixty years of marriage, even if he had completely forgotten it at this moment, she still had some confidence in her heart. Even though the man in front of her treated her coldly and with a frosty look, Zhu Hao did not feel the slightest fear.

She vaguely felt that no matter when he was, as long as he was Song Xieqing, he would not hurt her in the slightest.

"I told you, I'm not General Yu Shu, I'm..." Zhu Hao said calmly, "Your wife..."

"go out."

Zhu Hao raised her eyes and met the man's gaze, which seemed to be both angry and suspicious. She said nothing and stood up to leave. Suddenly, she heard her ex-husband say indifferently behind her, "I asked General Yu to leave. Xiangyu, take the guards and leave first."

Xiangyu had just been trying so hard to hold back his laughter that he had a stomachache, but now he was completely devoid of laughter. He froze for a moment, then pointed at himself hesitantly, "Young Master... are you asking us to leave?"

He pointed at Zhu Hao again, staring in astonishment, "Only he's left?"

Song Xieqing frowned and glanced away, "Do you need me to repeat it?"

Xiang Yu choked: "...No, no need."

Seeing that everyone left in dejected and sobbing manner, Zhu Hao even considerately closed the door.

Song Xieqing lowered his eyes and stood up. His clean moon-white sleeves brushed against the tiled floor. He paced back and forth in the room. Zhu Hao felt dizzy and dazed by him. Just as she was about to speak, she heard him say, "I'm not gay."

He couldn't count how many times this room had fallen into deathly silence. Zhu Hao chuckled, "Of course I know... Besides, I'm not a man. I've already said it, I'm not General Yu, this body doesn't belong to me. I... come from a hundred years in the future, I'm a woman."

Zhu Hao smiled and added, "She's still a pretty lady."

Upon hearing this, Song Xieqing looked up and down and wished him well, but then turned his eyes away in an instant.

He was really crazy. From the moment he entered this room and met this person, he went crazy.

Xiang Yu's words made sense. He had been too indulgent to this person. Since he entered the room, the person in front of him had been talking nonsense all the time. He knew without thinking that it was nonsense, but he actually... actually kept this person for some unknown reason. What was even more ridiculous was that when this person claimed to be his wife in a hundred years, he suddenly thought, not to scold or get angry, but to rush to clarify that he did not have a homosexual tendency.

Why? Why is this happening?

For example, this person now has a burly figure, strong features, and is clearly a man, but he insists that he is a beautiful woman with decent looks... Song Xieqing didn't know what was wrong with him, but he could vaguely see a graceful and beautiful girl in him.

What made Song Xieqing even more confused and upset was that he actually felt a vague expectation and wanted to hear this person continue talking. Song Xieqing felt for no reason that what this person would say next would be shocking, so he dismissed Xiang Yu and his group in advance.

"How can you prove that what you said is true? How can you prove... that you will be my wife a hundred years from now?"

When these words were spoken, not only Zhu Hao was stunned, but Fang Liansong Xieqing himself also stood there in a daze with a solemn expression.

What is he doing?

Song Xieqing pretended to be calm and composed and sat back at the top seat. He sipped tea and smelled the fragrance in a leisurely manner, but the tea choked him and the fragrance was scattered everywhere.

Zhu Hao took in his actions in full view. The corners of her lips curled up, and she smiled and said, "I have irrefutable evidence."

Song Xieqing paused, his hand on the cup still lingering. He looked at Zhu Hao, a hint of absurd coldness in his eyes. Who was mad? How could she testify? And... so confidently that it was ironclad evidence? Did she really think he was a three-year-old child?

"Look, they don't even know your courtesy name." She said with a sly look in her eyes, "But you and General Yu are so close that you wouldn't exchange courtesy names, right?"

Song Xieqing looked calm. He said calmly, "Just because they don't know doesn't mean no one in Daying knows."

Even so, Song Xieqing felt a wave of anxiety in his heart. Apart from his parents and himself, no one else in Daying or even in the world knew his courtesy name, unless...

His eyes were slightly gloomy, and his face showed no clue.

"You have a sweet tooth and like chestnut cakes."

"I hate sweet things." Song Xieqing interrupted coldly, but his tense heartstrings relaxed slightly. "You're too uninformed. If a girl said she would be my wife a hundred years from now, it would be more believable than you, a man. Oh, but... a hundred years from now? General Yu, are you dreaming?"

Zhu Hao raised an eyebrow. He doesn't like sweet things? But he always likes the sweet cakes and chestnut cakes she steamed and baked... Could it be that his taste has changed after a hundred years?

"Besides, I'm allergic to chestnuts."

Zhu Hao looked surprised, then found it a little funny.

He actually indulged her for so many years.

Even though Song Xieqing has become a god a hundred years later and is no longer allergic to chestnuts, he must be unhappy about it in his heart, right?

It turns out that he doesn't like sweet things or chestnuts at all.

Look at him now, as if relieved from a heavy burden, with obvious pride and relaxation in his eyes. He must have breathed a sigh of relief because of this loophole, and he became even more distrustful of her.

A hint of displeasure flashed through Zhu Hao's heart, but she maintained a smile on her face. Her tone was as even as if she were describing a trivial matter. "Is the gray-green, flat, round birthmark on your hip okay?"

After he finished speaking, a violent coughing sound came from the head. Zhu Hao chuckled and added, "Young Master, the teeth marks on your left shoulder should be there too, right? Oh, and the scratches on your back..."

Song Xieqing: "..."

What was the difference between him now, naked and standing before her eyes, exposed to all her gaze? The courtesy name could be explained, but how did she know about the marks on his body? Including the birthmark on his hip… the color and shape were perfect.

Song Xie Qingsheng had teeth marks on his left shoulder and scratches on his back. His parents were afraid that others would think he had something ominous in mind, so they never told anyone about it. He himself also found it strange, but for many years he had not been able to understand the mystery behind it.

He has not yet married and has no concubines. Apart from his parents, no one else knows the marks on his body.

The teacup trembled slightly in his hand, and the hot tea splashed on the back of Song Xieqing's hand. He was completely unaware. Song Xieqing slowly walked down from the first seat and stood in front of Zhu Hao.

She had always found it strange. Since Song Xieqing had become a god, why couldn't even such a small trace be erased... It wasn't until she accidentally asked Chi Xing that she learned that Song Xieqing had deliberately kept it. He really was...

Moreover, Chi Xing said that forever and ever, no matter past life or future life, reincarnation, as long as he is Song Xieqing, this mark will be immortal.

"What else do you have to say?"

His voice was so faint that it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. Zhu Hao was not sure whether he was angry or not.

Zhu Hao raised his eyebrows and said, "I dare to speak, but do you dare to listen?"

What a joke! She had seen through his chaste body of more than twenty years. What else could shock him? A sneer played on Song Xieqing's lips. He wanted to see what shocking news she could come up with.

He raised his chin slightly, motioning her to continue.

Zhu Hao received the order and smiled meaningfully. She stood upright, her skirt lowered, her face so respectful that no one could find any fault. Yet, with such a formal demeanor, she uttered obscene words, "If I tell you what position you prefer, how you like to kiss people, which jade button you touch first when you untie someone's belt, where you prefer to make love, and how often... If I tell you everything, will you believe me?"

Zhu Hao saw that his face turned red and white, and his previous elegance and dignity were gone at this moment. Even though everyone in the court called him the Imperial Teacher, he was only in his early twenties. At this moment, Song Xieqing's ears were already burning red, and he waved his sleeves to block Zhu Hao's playful gaze.

He was silent for a moment, then glanced at her and said, "Are you sure... you want to tell me these beautiful things in this state?"

She didn't care that she was now a man. Instead, she took a step closer with a smile. "The teeth marks on your left shoulder were from me, and the red marks on your back were from me." Zhu Hao lowered her voice intentionally, "Do you know why, Young Master? Because... we both bowed to heaven and earth, and you, a lecherous scoundrel, tricked me into admiring the flowers and the moon, only to turn around and block me on the boat... You coaxed me into kissing you, you undressed me, you..."

“…Let’s not talk about that for now.”

Song Xieqing's voice was filled with embarrassment. He turned his eyes away, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, and abruptly changed the subject: "So, you really don't know the whereabouts of Prince Ling? Not a single clue?"

Zhu Hao nodded.

She clearly saw the man's triumphant smile. His voice suddenly became cold and stern: "If that's the case, then you are... no longer useful to me. Come! Take her to the dungeon and keep her company with the rats..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Hao suddenly lunged at him. Song Xieqing dodged to the side, gasping for breath as she clutched her wound, which was about to burst. Zhu Hao hurriedly said, "Wait! I came from a hundred years later. Besides the entanglement between you and me, I also know a little about the events that have not yet occurred in the Ying Dynasty... Young Master, are you willing to listen?"

He should have refused, should have thrown this liar who spoke nonsense and messed with his heart into a cold dungeon, but when the words came to his lips, they became: "For example?"

Seeing that he was willing to give in, Zhu Hao felt a little relieved. However, before he could calm down, Xiang Yu and his personal guards stormed in aggressively. Zhu Hao froze. He had the body of a man, but now he was cowering behind Song Xieqing like a frightened cat. He lowered his eyes and glanced, and seemed to see a frail woman hunched over to avoid danger.

"Song Xieqing, you, you tell them to leave first..." She blinked, "I'll tell you later, okay?"

Was she so frightened? Where was her earlier boldness? Song Xieqing gave him an ambiguous smile. If that was the case, he was determined to teach her a lesson about being surrounded by rats in a dungeon... He was determined to hear her cry out, admit her mistakes, and beg for mercy, retracting the obscene words she had spoken without regard for his life.

"go out."

The first time he opened his mouth, he was talking to Xiangyu and his group.

He was probably really ill.

Once again, he somehow complied with her wishes.

…

Fengzhai lies quietly on a small peak outside the city. It is a villa granted by the late emperor himself. It is far away from the Song Mansion in Kyoto, and it takes half a day to go back and forth. Because Song Xieqing was stabbed by Yu Shu in the court, Jiang Zhi specially allowed Song Xieqing to recuperate for a month or two. This is exactly what Jiang Zhi wants. It is a good opportunity to stir up trouble in the court and get rid of a few old stubborn people, just to relieve his boredom.

Song Xieqing was injured and too lazy to make any more trouble, so he ordered three or two personal guards to guard Zhu Hao outside the door, which was actually tantamount to house arrest. After Zhu Hao was settled in, he went straight to Qingsongju.

After washing up, he sent the doctor inside. Xiangyu happened to see him and was so anxious that he jumped up and down, "Did that Yu Shu hurt you, Young Master?! Humph! I'm going to settle the score with him right now!"

Song Xieqing knocked his hand on his forehead, "It has nothing to do with her, Xiangyu, you leave first."

Regardless of whether this person is the real Yu Shu or the fake Yu Shu, now that she has lost all her skills, even if she is pretending, he may not be at a disadvantage even if they really fight, not to mention... the person living in that body is just a weak woman?

Song Xieqing was suddenly stunned.

Was he truly mad, believing her lies so blindly? He actually mistook a grown man for a delicate woman? Song Xieqing forced himself to calm down, chased Xiangyu out of the house, and urgently summoned a doctor to examine her.

The old doctor took the patient's pulse several times and then applied silver needles. Finally, stroking his graying beard, he said doubtfully, "Sir Song... apart from the qi and blood deficiency caused by the knife wound, I really can't diagnose any other symptoms... As for the delirium, hallucinations, and auditory hallucinations you mentioned, that's out of the question. I see that your spirit is excellent, your eyes are clear, and your answers are fluent. It's definitely not possible to associate you with insanity... Sir Song is a man of many years, so don't overthink it."

Song Xieqing was silent for a while, and then he called in several famous doctors, and the diagnoses they received were exactly the same.

He was extremely tired and lay on the couch with his clothes on. Song Xieqing's heart was in turmoil because of Zhu Hao's shocking words. Now that it was quiet, he felt even more upset. He thought he would have a hard time sleeping tonight, but the sleepiness came like an overwhelming tidal wave, and Song Xieqing sank into deep sleep in the blink of an eye.

He entered into a hazy dream. In the dream, he was sitting high on a sedan chair inlaid with gold and silver, carried by eight people. He was worshipped by the people, but there were also many people hiding in the dark and cursing him.

Suddenly, something came from the air and landed in Song Xieqing's arms.

He lowered his head and saw a hydrangea decorated with silver bells.

Song Xieqing heard the sound and looked towards the high pavilion——

On the top of the pavilion, he saw a woman in red clothes swaying, with pearl flowers in her hair trembling. The morning sun was warm and the spring breeze was gentle. Everyone was partial to her. She was like a fairy in the sky, making it difficult for him to take his eyes off her.

Song Xieqing wanted to touch her, but as soon as he took a step, he stumbled and fell. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a little boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.

The moon was as bright as day, he was sitting alone at a round table with a book in his hand, when he suddenly heard someone calling softly from deep in the bushes.

"Song Lang! Song Xieqing! Song Xieqing! Song Lang! Song Xieqing!"

She was so noisy...but he couldn't help but listen carefully.

This scene at this moment is different from the hydrangea. It is not an illusory dream, but a real experience in his youth. However, when he looked back, the empty courtyard was silent under the moon, and there was no one in sight among the swaying shadows of the trees.

On the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, his parents, who had long since divorced, gathered together for a rare occasion to discuss a courtesy name for him. Song Xieqing was casually flipping through the register his parents had prepared, when he suddenly said calmly, "Call him Xieqing."

His mother asked him softly, "Does it have a source?"

"No." He lowered his eyes, "I just felt that this is what I should call it."

Somehow, the young man was certain that he should be called by these two words as his courtesy name. Over the years, he had never given his true heart to anyone, and no one had ever called him by his courtesy name, except his parents.

If we must talk about a third person besides the parents...

Then, she must be the woman hiding among the dense grass and trees, whose voice he had only heard but whose face he had never seen.

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The author has something to say: Pianpian: It is assumed that he is the ex-husband.

Xiao Song: I would rather I was really sick.

So the name forms a closed loop [laughing]