After Mingyue finished talking about the past and her cousin's long-cherished wish, she and Tan Xingye talked about everything from the world situation to people's livelihood and national affairs.

One has an overall view of the world that he has cultivated in several planes, and the other has a heart for the people of the world and wants to end the troubled times, but they have a very happy conversation.

No matter what Qin Xingye's mentality will be in the future, at least at this moment he is dedicated to the people, everything he thinks about is for the people, and he is a person worthy of Mingyue's loyalty.

And when Tan Xingye heard Mingyue talking eloquently, whether it was resettling the refugees or strengthening the army and enriching the country, it seemed that she could do it at her fingertips, and her heart was quite shaken.

The more the two chatted, the more they became interested in each other, and they both felt that they cherished each other and regretted meeting each other so late.

Until a slave knocked on the door outside the other courtyard and reminded in a low voice: "My lord, the banquet in the front yard is about to end."

The two of them woke up and realized that they had been chatting for so long without knowing it.

It's just that the banquet in the City Lord's Mansion is about to end, and the host cannot be absent, so no matter how reluctant he is to part with this private meeting, it can only end midway.

Qin Xingye held Ming Yue's arm and sighed: "Listening to you is really better than studying for ten years! It is Ziyu's blessing to have such a talented teacher. It's getting late now, and Ziyu will invite him again tomorrow.

When I enter the house and talk about it, I would like to ask for your respect, sir."

The lord of Shu City was named Xingye and given the courtesy name Ziyu.

Now that he calls himself Tzuyu in front of Mingyue, he obviously puts himself in the position of both master and friend.

Of course, the superior can treat the corporal with courtesy, but the counselor must never really regard the other person as being of the same class. This is called not being able to see the identity, and it is also called rubbing one's nose in the face.

So Mingyue lowered her eyes, with a look of emotion on her face: "If the city lord invites you, Song will naturally come to you regardless of rain or shine. It's just that the city lord treats you with such courtesy, how virtuous and capable is Song!"

"Sir, you are too self-effacing. With your talents, you are always a guest no matter where you go. It is your good luck." Qin Xingye said this from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, he was even a little grateful to the man named

Jiang Yunqi was the bodyguard. If the bodyguard hadn't been in chaos and finally abandoned him, he would never have met such a talented person.

Of course, this thought only flashed through his mind. As the city lord of the Song Dynasty, he really looked down on traitors like Jiang Yunqi.

Mingyue said nothing more, just nodded slightly and smiled.

Then Qin Xingye thought about his previous excuse and said apologetically: "Tzuyu forgot, sir, your clothes are wet. I will ask someone to take him to change."

Mingyue waved her hand: "But there's no need to go to such trouble. It's just a little tea. It's been done long ago."

Qin Xingye then gave up and called the maid to take Mingyue to the front yard.

Mingyue saluted him and then followed the maid out of the other courtyard.

However, just after Mingyue left, the door of the other courtyard that had been closed suddenly opened from the inside, and an old man walked out.

Qin Xingye looked back with a hint of respect: "Master, what do you think of Song Ming?"

The old man touched his half-white beard and said with emotion: "It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead! Song Ming is a man who has a sense of progress and retreat, and has talents from all over the world. If what he said is true, then I have to congratulate Ziyu for finding a good talent.

Already."

"Then Ziyu borrowed Master's good words." Qin Xingye chuckled and said, "Master please rest here for a while. After Ziyu has sent the others away, come and have a drink with Master."

The old man waved his hand: "Go, go!"

Qin Xingye turned around and walked out until he reached the vestibule, then gently clapped his hands.

A hidden guard fell in front of him in the darkness, kneeling on one knee: "Your Majesty."

The aura around Qin Xingye was powerful and captivating. His dark eyes were deep and he only uttered one word: "Check!"

The hidden guard bowed his head deeply: "Yes."

Immediately, the hidden guard turned and left, and Qin Xingye went to the garden with a gentle and charming smile on his face.

Because Mingyue is a little-known person, even if she is absent for a long time, no one cares about her whereabouts.

By the time she returned, everyone had stopped drinking and changing glasses, and was just chatting with the people around them, with tipsy looks on their faces.

However, the county magistrate looked quite happy when he saw Mingyue coming back after such a long time, and even winked at her.

Mingyue raised her glass with a smile, but didn't say anything else at this time.

The county magistrate also understood that the walls had ears, so he raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

When Qin Xingye appeared again and toasted everyone with a glass of wine, the banquet finally came to an end.

Mingyue and the county magistrate followed everyone and left the city lord's mansion.

It wasn't until he was sitting in the carriage that the county magistrate asked how Mingyue was doing.

After learning that she would enter the city lord's palace tomorrow, the county magistrate became a little closer to her and already regarded her as one of his own.

After returning to the guest room in the backyard of the county government office, Mingyue finally relaxed and began to think about whether there were any loopholes in what she had said before.

Thinking about the fact that Jiang Yunqi fled with his wife after killing someone, it was well known in Fengcheng. Later, a horse market clerk in the town confirmed that he went to buy horses alone, and it was obvious that he had abandoned his wife at that time.

, so what she said was really accurate, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the identity of the Song family's cousin, Song Mingyue's memory was that she lived with the scholar's father. Later, his father became seriously ill and betrothed her to Jiang Yunqi. From the beginning to the end, her maternal family never appeared, so there was no way to check it.

There is no such person.

But if it wasn't for her cousin's identity, if she didn't really have such a cousin, how could she have trouble with a traitor?

Therefore, this biggest flaw has become the least likely to be suspected.

Mingyue raised her hand and yawned, then touched her chest, which was aching from being strangled. The only discomfort with pretending to be a man was this. Unfortunately, in this world, being a man is the safest.

Unless one day she has a real right to speak, this daughter's body will have to remain buried.

That's all, the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge.

The next day, when the sky was just getting bright, people came from the other side of the city lord's mansion.

By coincidence, the person who came was an acquaintance.

Qingluan's cheeks were slightly red, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the bright moon: "Master Song, my master has invited the young master to come into the house to have a talk."

Qingluan is the maid who spilled tea on Mingyue's sleeves yesterday. Today, when she saw her under the sunlight, she turned out to be a pretty lady.

Mingyue closed the map in her hand and stood up: "Excuse me, girl, for this trip."

Qingluan's heart beat several times faster: "Qingluan is as sweet as glutinous rice."

When Mingyue heard this, her eyes paused on her crimson face, and she instantly understood that this maid might have fallen in love with the wrong person.

But she couldn't reveal her identity right now, and since it was just a one-time relationship, she didn't believe how much Qingluan really loved her.

Mingyue thought for a while and didn't say anything more. She just felt a little cold towards Qingluan for no reason.

Qingluan was obviously aware of it, his face suddenly turned pale, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Chapter completed!