"Didn't we agree to join the troupe? Why do I have to dress like this?" Song Qingshu looked at the pink dance skirt Huang Qingpeng was holding in silence.

Huang Qingpeng had a mean smile on his face, "Can you sing?"

Song Qingshu shook his head.

"That's terrible. There are no actors in the troupe who can't sing. So, I forced my nephew to become a dancer."

"What about you?" Song Qingshu asked.

Huang Qingpeng said eloquently, "I work as a handyman... I also want to be a dancer, but unfortunately, without you being so pretty, I'm afraid my secret will be exposed."

Song Qingshu was a little speechless. He always felt that Huang Qingpeng was taking the opportunity to tease him. But after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was indeed a good way. Being a dancer would make it easier to get in touch with the dignitaries than the servants, and it would also be easier to make them relax their vigilance.

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Song Qing's face was as white as jade and she was extremely handsome. As soon as she changed into her dance skirt and walked out, she heard Huang Qingpeng sighing.

"If you were a girl, I'm afraid you would be the one who brought disaster to the country and the people." Huang Qingpeng touched his chin and looked up and down at Song Qingshu with appreciative eyes.

Song Qingshu kicked him, and after getting along with each other for the past two days, the two became very familiar with each other. Huang Qingpeng was also a bohemian person, which made Song Qingshu feel more like his peers.

After lunch, the opera troupe was about to set off. Song Qingshu followed the heroine in a special carriage. This opera troupe was also a famous troupe in Beijing. King Ruyang specially invited them to the palace to celebrate the princess's birthday this time.

Thanks to the Iron Pot Emperor who indulged in singing and dancing, the status of folk artists was higher than that of scholars.

When we arrived at the gate of the palace and entered through the side door, there were many Han officers who were responsible for searching to see if any prohibited items were included. The troupe owner paid enough for the drinks, so these people did not conduct routine searches on the female family members.

Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if these men were touching him, he might not be able to resist and cut him with a sword.

In addition to the famous singers and singers, there are also dancing girls and singers in the entire troupe. Specifically, they are an ancient version of the song and dance troupe. Even the dancing girls have clearly marked prices. If they are spotted by any Mongolian official tonight

, it is also common to bring them to the room to serve them on the spot.

Although the Mongols were rude, they were generous with their silver rewards, so many women were willing to bow to them. The palace provided a special small side hall for them to prepare for makeup. Song Qingshu looked around and found that among these dancers

There are also some Hu women and people from the Western Regions who are at the forefront of internationalization.

Song Qingshu sneaked out on the excuse of going out. The Ruyang Prince's Mansion was also big enough, and the side hall and backyard alone were like a maze. He carefully observed the surrounding terrain and imagined the route in his mind.

Returning to the small side hall, I happened to meet the class leader. The class leader didn't know the real purpose of him and Huang Qingpeng. He just thought that these were two guys who wanted to earn a night fee.

"Oh, I told you to stop running around! There are patrolling warriors everywhere in the palace. If you are caught, you will be treated as an assassin and executed on the spot!" The class leader said, stepping forward and grabbing Song Qingshu's arm, "Hurry up.

Come with me to the main hall, it's our turn to perform!"

Song Qingshu didn't dare to reply, so he just lowered his head and followed him. After a while, he passed through several maze-like corridors and saw a magnificent and vast hall. This is the reception hall of the palace. There are four doors, each one

The door is four meters wide, comparable to the theaters of later generations.

Go in through the side door on the far right and pull up the curtains. The dancers are waiting here. At this time, famous actresses are singing on the stage. The melodious tune is heart-stirring. Song Qingshu opened the curtain and went out.

Peeping, all the senior officials of the Yuan Dynasty were seated on the second floor, and the stage was surrounded by guards wearing strong armor.

With such a level of protection, assassins can't get close at all. This is why King Ruyang dared to bring these outsiders into the palace. The three layers of defense here are no more than what is inside.

The middle-aged man with a beard wearing a maroon brocade python robe sitting in the middle should be King Ruyang. He is the only one who can sit among the chairman today. There are several Mongolian officials beside him. Although Song Qingshu has seen Boyan

portrait, but it is impossible to tell which one is the real owner.

"Sisters, which official are you looking at? Stop looking, we are about to go on stage... I will perform well later, and I won't know which official I will like..." Another

The Han dancer patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder.

This little girl looks quite iconic, and I don't know where the class leader borrowed her from.

If Song Qingshu knew what this dancer was thinking, he would have to vomit three liters of blood.

Counting him, there were a total of sixteen people. The dance to be performed was called "Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dance". This dance originated from the palace. It was originally a dance used by the Iron Pot Emperor when he held a group meeting in the harem for wine ponds and meat forests. It was later spread.

Between officials and officials, folk bands also performed to please the nobles.

Song Qingshu walked last, but he didn't know how to dance at all. When he got on stage, he had to be exposed! It's just that according to the agreement, Huang Qingpeng should have made some noise outside. Could it be that he was caught? Or was it?

Did you run away first?

While he was doubting, suddenly a warrior from the royal palace hurriedly went up to the second floor, walked up to King Ruyang and whispered something in his ear. King Ruyang then whispered something to several Yuan people around him.

I saw the royal warrior wave his hand, and the soldiers below took the order and started to move.

"What happened?" The dancers who had just appeared on the stage looked panicked. They had heard that the Yuan people were cruel, but they had not done anything. Could it be that they had gotten into trouble? They thought the Yuan soldiers were going to attack them.

The leading Han officer sent a message, originally asking them to go back to the small side hall to wait, and not to move around freely, otherwise they would be shot without mercy.

"It must be Huang Qingpeng who made the noise." Song Qingshu thought, breathed a sigh of relief, and mixed with the dancers to move to the side hall.

Two guards were in front, and one guard was behind, supervising them. Song Qingshu was walking at the end, thinking about how to escape, and glanced back from time to time. In the end, the guard thought that the girl was looking at him, and the palace warrior was secretly communicating with the dancing prostitute.

The style of music is nothing unusual.

The guard ran to the front and said something to the other two Jiligulu, then ran to the back, grabbed Song Qingshu's hand, pulled it and dragged it to the nearby woods.

This means having sex with her!

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to kill him. But he quickly realized his plan and let the death-seeking guard pull him into the banana bush.

The guard stretched out two pairs of hairy hands to hug Song Qingshu's waist, and rubbed his hairy face against his. Just as he was about to kiss him, he suddenly felt his neck being held by two hands. When he opened his eyes, he saw that

The beauty was smiling evilly at herself.

"I'm a man." Song Qingshu said softly. He twisted his hand and heard a "click" - the guard's neck was broken by him.

After a while, Song Qingshu put on the clothes of a guard and hurried back.

The high-ranking officials in the hall had almost been evacuated, and Song Qingshu followed the finishing team of guards.

"Tianzi team, follow me to Dongyuan to capture the assassin. Dizi team, go to Xuande Tower for reinforcements, and be sure to guard it well." The guard general A issued an order, leading a team of guards to the east.

Song Qingshu mingled with the remaining guards and followed him to Xuande Tower. The high-ranking officials of the Yuan Dynasty were resting in Xuande Tower at the moment. King Ruyang was extremely cautious in his work. He would not let any of his guests risk leaving until the assassin was found.

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"Fortunately, I can use the ladder to move the clouds, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to get up!" Song Qingshu took advantage of the gap when other guards were patrolling, and quietly jumped upstairs with a light skill.

The walls of Xuande Tower are six to seven meters high. Those guards would never have imagined that there would be such a master of Qinggong among them.

"Do you think the assassin came to kill King Ruyang? I heard that King Ruyang made many enemies in the court. Could he be someone sent by the Prime Minister?" said a Han official in the room.

Another Han official shook his head, "Although the Prime Minister has always been at odds with King Ruyang, it is just a political opinion. He will never do such a stupid thing."

The two were discussing the assassin at the dinner, but they didn't know that Song Qingshu had climbed up the window and touched behind the two of them.

"Master Yu..." The Han official was about to speak when he suddenly found that Master Yu had fallen to the ground, and there was a shining steel knife on his neck.

Looking sideways, he saw a guard.

"You, you are an assassin..." the Han official whispered, but he was extremely polite and did not dare to scream loudly for fear that the other party's knife would cut him down directly.

"You know the rules, I will only ask them once." Song Qingshu said in a low voice.

"My hero, feel free to ask, but I will tell you everything you know!" The Han official was also a smart man, and he could say anything as long as the assassin didn't kill him.

"Where is Boyan?"

"Which boyan?" Han Guan asked subconsciously, but the steel knife cut the skin on his neck, which made him shake his legs and almost pee.

"You are asking the former Prime Minister Boyan. He is in the rightmost room on the third floor of the attic..."
Chapter completed!