Flower Stealing Master

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One

"I will turn into a ghost and I won't let you go!" A trace of blood oozes from the corner of Wen Tailai's mouth, which is obviously anxious, causing the injury.

Song Qingshu laughed for a long time, then turned away chicly.

After leaving the jail, Song Qingshu deliberately consulted with Duolong and asked him to postpone the guard who was on patrol.

Duolong hesitated: "Brother Song, try not to kill the guards when the time comes. Brothers all have families and families..."

"Don't worry, brother, although I am not compassionate, I don't want to take more lives." Song Qingshu gave Duo Long an unexpected glance.

After nightfall, Song Qingshu changed into a night gown specially prepared by Duolong. After quietly knocking down the guard at the gate of the jail, he quietly exhaled and rushed in with light work.

Several members of the Honghua Society got hints from Song Qingshu during the day, and they kept recharging their energy and paying attention to the outside. Suddenly, they felt that the light smoke flashed in front of them, and the guards of Taranzi fell to the ground one after another. When they saw that the person was Song Qingshu. Everyone was shocked.

"Time is running out, change clothes and follow me." Song Qingshu searched the guards, took out the keys and threw them into their respective rooms, and threw several sets of guard uniforms at the door.

When several people hurriedly changed their clothes, Song Qingshu quietly came to Yu Yutong's side, and asked in a low voice, "How are you thinking about it? This is the last chance. I missed this time and want to solve Wen Tailai without any flaws." , It’s not that easy."

Yu Yutong's heart was already stopped, and he didn't move at all. He said coldly: "You don't need to say much, because you save us, and I won't talk about your proposal and tell the rest of the Red Flower Society. You can do it for yourself. ."

Song Qingshu shook his head regretfully, thinking in his heart: Without Yu Yutong, the best substitute for the dead, I can't hide Wen Tailai from other people...

Thinking of Luo Bing’s mature and charming body, Song Qingshu forcefully suppressed the urge to start with Wentai, and laughed at himself: “When a person has a strong power, he can’t help but put some of the evil thoughts in his heart into action. Huh? In this world where the strong are respected, it is difficult for a man to restrain himself..."

"Thank you Song Shaoxia for his high-righteousness and help. We will explain all the misunderstandings before, after we go out, we will definitely explain it to Master Chen." The obese Zhao Banshan pulled the button on the placket hard, and reluctantly buttoned up the guard uniform. But looking at the tight buckle rope, Song Qingshu even suspected that a sneeze could break every inch of his clothes.

"Humph!" Wen Tailai on the side was suffering, but he couldn't tell. He subconsciously didn't want others to know about his deal with Song Qingshu.

"Come with me, calm down later, don't panic when you meet the guards on patrol, the jail is robbed, no one will find out for a while." Song Qingshu also took off the outer night clothes, revealing a whole body of guard clothes. , The leader walked out.

The three followed him around, and finally came to Purple Chapter 121 to plot

At a secluded place on the outer wall of the forbidden city, Song Qingshu pointed to the wall and said in a deep voice: "Song will send you all here, and you will be able to leave the palace if you cross this wall.

"Friendly reminder, don't come back for the time being after you go out. Although you don't know how you tricked the Sunflower Ancestor out of the palace before, he will come back soon. You can't even beat me, let alone his old man. "

Zhao Banshan and the others nodded and looked at the exterior wall several feet high. They couldn't help but show embarrassment: "We don't have tools in our hands at this time. I'm afraid we won't be able to climb over such a high wall."

Song Qingshu was taken aback, looking at the exterior wall of the Forbidden City several feet high, and he was shocked: At the beginning of the Forbidden City's establishment, it must have been guarded against the people from the rivers and lakes who went up and down. That's why the palace wall was built so majestic...

"Well, I'll take you out." Song Qingshu said silently, muttering in her heart: Is it easy to be a father and a mother again? Fortunately, two beauties begged each other...

Song Qingshu supported Zhao Banshan's shoulders and lifted his internal strength to jump up. He didn't know his weight was underestimated, and he was a little exhausted when he jumped halfway. He quickly put his toes on the palace wall and turned over with the power of gecko swimming on the wall.

"Fatty Zhao, you really have to lose weight. You really think you are a Maitreya Buddha." After Song Qingshu put him down, he secretly squeezed a sweat.

"This body has become accustomed to it," Accompanied by Zhao Banshan's laughter, the body of fat began to tremble, "I wonder who Song Shaoxia mentioned before is his friend?"

"Your Excellency in the future will naturally know." Song Qingshu did not answer, but jumped into the palace again.

"Send the fourteenth brother out first." Wen Tai took a step back and said as Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder.

Song Qingshu looked at him suspiciously, grabbed Yu Yutong and jumped out. Compared to Zhao Banshan, Yu Yutong was as light as a swallow, and Song Qingshu sent him out without any effort.

"Fourth Master Wen, come on, I'll send you out. Although Song is not a gentleman, but since he promised to send you out, he will naturally abide by the promise. You don't have to worry that I will do harm in secret." Song Qingshu saw his face full of vigilance, knowing I had done too much before.

"Even if you send me out today, Wen will not accept this love, and will definitely do everything possible to kill you in the future." Wen Tailai's eyes were full of hatred.

"Kill it, kill it, a man can't bear the hatred of taking his wife." Seeing Wen Tailai's angry expression, Song Qingshu suddenly thought of Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo, as if he saw his own shadow in him, and his heart couldn't help but feel soft. "The Fourth Master Wen can take his wife and fly away to a place Song Mou can't find, so that the transfer book in Song Mou's hand is nothing more than a piece of waste paper."

"Thank you for your reminder." Wen Tailai sneered.

"I don't know where my cheap wife is now. I didn't deliberately hide my name in Manqing. It stands to reason that she should have come to me long ago.

Revenge. "Song Qingshu helped Wentai to jump up and down, suddenly thinking of Zhou Zhiruo and the amorous feelings of that night.

There was a sharp pain in the ribs, Song Qingshu spouted blood, waved to the side, and only heard a muffled hum. Song Qingshu could no longer control his figure and fell down.

Just now, Wen Tailai pressed his ten-strength Ben Lei palm against Song Qingshu's ribs, and jumped to the top of the palace wall with the help of the counter-shock force. He was about to catch a palm from a condescending position, and suddenly saw a team of guards approaching here not far away. Come here.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Tailai thought that Luo Bing must be waiting anxiously for his news outside. Anyway, Song Qingshu had rushed to the thunder palm with all his strength, immortal and crippled, spat underneath, turned over and escaped.

Seeing the disappearing figure of the other party, Song Qingshu stood up swayingly, with a deep hatred in his heart. Just now, Wen Tailai's posture that he would desperately fight with him in the future paralyzed him, how could he know that the other party was thinking of revenge immediately, plus Song Qingshu thought of Zhou Zhiruo's momentary loss of consciousness, so he was successfully attacked by Wen Tai, who was far inferior to his own martial arts.

"Ben Lei Palm's strength to open the stele and crack the stone is indeed a well-deserved name." Song Qingshu spit out blood, knowing that if he hadn't had magical power to protect the body, he would have been killed in Huangquan. Now although his life is fine, I am afraid that I will not be able to interact in a short time People do it.

Hearing the voice of the guards nearby, Song Qingshu didn't want everyone to know his true situation, and staggered into his courtyard.

When Luo Bing saw Song Qingshu, he was taken aback, and quickly stepped forward to help him: "Why are you so badly injured? Did the Fourth Brother Wen rescue them?"

Song Qingshu didn't answer her words. Instead, he looked around the room, frowning and asked: "Qing... where is Mrs. Yuan? And where is the girl from the Li family?"

"Just as soon as you left in the morning, Sister Yuanzhi went out of the palace. She said to see if she could find a relationship to save the four brothers and fourteen brothers. As for Mrs. Yuan..." Luo Bing said unnaturally, "She I went out soon, and I don’t know where she went."

"Oh," Song Qingshu nodded, thinking in his heart: Why is it so unlucky, when he was injured, two trustworthy women were not there, but only Luo Bing, who was ill-intentioned, was left.

"Fourth Brother Wen, were they rescued?" Luo Bing asked nervously.

"Oh, not yet," Song Qingshu lied calmly. At this moment, he didn't dare to say that Wen Tailai had escaped. Otherwise, seeing that he was injured, he would not have revenge or complain.

Luo Bing was disappointed, "They are in danger of staying in jail for more than one day. Are you sure to save them?"

"Don't forget that I am now the deputy chief of the Imperial Guard," Song Qingshu said as he couldn't help coughing a few times, "I met a enemy today and suffered a little injury. When I get better, I want to save you. Husband is not easy? Don’t worry, I don’t know why, the Emperor Kangxi Chapter 121 conspired

The emperor never thought of interrogating them, as long as they were not interrogated, they would still be safe in the sky prison. "

It is strange to say that Luo Bing had wished Song Qingshu to die soon, but now that he was seriously injured, he wished that he would recover as soon as possible so that he could save his husband.

Picking up the golden sore medicine by the bed, Luo Bing handed it over: "Here is the golden sore medicine you brought back last night. The effect is not bad. You can try it."

Song Qingshu looked at her pale face due to excessive blood loss and asked, "How is your injury?"

Thinking of Xia Qingqing and Li Yuanzhi **** their clothes when they were in a coma before, a blush floated on Luo Bing's bloodless cheeks, and replied: "Some skin injuries are not in the way."

"I suffered an internal injury, and the golden sore medicine is useless." Song Qingshu sat on the bed, feeling the remaining warmth in the quilt, and said: "Since your injury is almost healed, I will use this bed for a while. You If you don’t mind, you can also rest in bed. Anyway, if I want to heal, I can’t take advantage of you."

Luo Bing shook his head like a rattle, and said in a hurried tone: "No need, no need. One day's sleep is enough. I happen to be active in the room." Chapter 122 The Night of Heartbreaking (Part 1)

"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the search in the palace is very tight now. They don't dare to come in here. If you go out and get caught by them, I won't have the time to save you; since you are not paid for this Yes, I will naturally not go to your husband."

Song Qingshu lied and threatened. It is estimated that soon afterwards, everyone in the palace knew that the Red Flower Society had been rescued. If Luo Bing went out and heard anything, it would be very bad.

"Yeah." Luo Bing nodded docilely, and suddenly said with a twitchy expression: "You...do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten anything for a whole day."

Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu laughed blankly, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, and I came here with the filial piety of the food supervisor. Just eat it. Oh, by the way, if you don't mind, don't you You can cook some porridge for me. I don’t know why. After being injured, I especially want to drink that thing."

Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said, "Can this be regarded as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat it as I do good deeds. But do you have a kitchen here? ?"

"It's next door, but there are no other ingredients except some rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu felt lost for a moment.

"Hurry up and heal your injuries, I'm going to make the porridge first." Luo Bing picked a few snacks from the cabinet and held them in his arms, tiptoeing to help him close the door.

Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and he began to transport the Jiuyin Scriptures to heal his injuries.

After not knowing how long, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes and smelled a fresh scent of rice on the tip of his nose.

"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly with a kerchief holding a small pot, and after placing it on the table, he couldn't help but pinch the earlobe with his hot fingers.

Seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly revealed by the other party, Song Qingshu said amused: "Is it really effective to squeeze the earlobe after being burned?"

"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his fingers in a weeping voice, "That's how my little mother taught me."

Luo Bing took a bowl of porridge to the bed and handed it to him: "You have an internal injury. Drinking hot porridge is good for your injury."

Looking at the other party’s soft whiter than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu said with envy: “Fourth Master Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife. She can fight the enemy with a pair of knives, wear an apron and she can make soup with her own hands. soup."

"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being impolite." Luo Bing bit her lip and said. She, an ancient woman, could not stand the straightforward and enthusiastic praise from Song Qingshu. Of course, everyone loves to listen to beautiful words, and Luo Bing couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"I'm also called frivolous?" Song Qingshu really feels wronged this time, wanting to change to those stories from the previous life,?

Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qing asked in a weird manner: "Have you ever had a night of heart stirring (Part 1)?

"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the search in the palace is very tight now. They don't dare to come in here. If you go out and get caught by them, I won't have the time to save you; since you are not paid for this Yes, I will naturally not go to your husband."

Song Qingshu lied and threatened. It is estimated that soon afterwards, everyone in the palace knew that the Red Flower Society had been rescued. If Luo Bing went out and heard anything, it would be very bad.

"Yeah." Luo Bing nodded docilely, and suddenly said with a twitchy expression: "You...do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten anything for a whole day."

Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu laughed blankly, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, and I came here with the filial piety of the food supervisor. Just eat it. Oh, by the way, if you don't mind, don't you You can cook some porridge for me. I don’t know why. After being injured, I especially want to drink that thing."

Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said, "Can this be regarded as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat it as I do good deeds. But do you have a kitchen here? ?"

"It's next door, but there are no other ingredients except some rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu felt lost for a moment.

"Hurry up and heal your injuries, I'm going to make the porridge first." Luo Bing picked a few snacks from the cabinet and held them in his arms, tiptoeing to help him close the door.

Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and he began to transport the Jiuyin Scriptures to heal his injuries.

After not knowing how long, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes and smelled a fresh scent of rice on the tip of his nose.

"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly with a kerchief holding a small pot, and after placing it on the table, he couldn't help but pinch the earlobe with his hot fingers.

Seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly revealed by the other party, Song Qingshu said amused: "Is it really effective to squeeze the earlobe after being burned?"

"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his fingers in a weeping voice, "That's how my little mother taught me."

Luo Bing took a bowl of porridge to the bed and handed it to him: "You have an internal injury. Drinking hot porridge is good for your injury."

Looking at the other party’s soft whiter than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu said with envy: “Fourth Master Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife. She can fight the enemy with a pair of knives, wear an apron and she can make soup with her own hands. soup."

"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being impolite." Luo Bing bit her lip and said. She, an ancient woman, could not stand the straightforward and enthusiastic praise from Song Qingshu. Of course, everyone loves to listen to beautiful words, and Luo Bing still couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"I'm also called frivolous?" Song Qingshu really feels wronged this time, wanting to change to those stories from the previous life,?

Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qing asked in a weird manner: "Have you ever had a night of heart stirring (Part 1)?

"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the search in the palace is very tight now. They don't dare to come in here. If you go out and get caught by them, I won't have the time to save you; since you are not paid for this Yes, I will naturally not go to your husband."

Song Qingshu lied and threatened. It is estimated that soon afterwards, everyone in the palace knew that the Red Flower Society had been rescued. If Luo Bing went out and heard anything, it would be very bad.

"Yeah." Luo Bing nodded docilely, and suddenly said with a twitchy expression: "You...do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten anything for a whole day."

Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu laughed blankly, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, and I came here with the filial piety of the food supervisor. Just eat it. Oh, by the way, if you don't mind, don't you You can cook some porridge for me. I don’t know why. After being injured, I especially want to drink that thing."

Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said, "Can this be regarded as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat it as I do good deeds. But do you have a kitchen here? ?"

"It's next door, but there are no other ingredients except some rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu felt lost for a moment.

"Hurry up and heal your injuries, I'm going to make the porridge first." Luo Bing picked a few snacks from the cabinet and held them in his arms, tiptoeing to help him close the door.

Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and he began to transport the Jiuyin Scriptures to heal his injuries.

After not knowing how long, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes and smelled a fresh scent of rice on the tip of his nose.

"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly with a kerchief holding a small pot, and after placing it on the table, he couldn't help but pinch the earlobe with his hot fingers.

Seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly revealed by the other party, Song Qingshu said amused: "Is it really effective to squeeze the earlobe after being burned?"

"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his fingers in a weeping voice, "That's how my little mother taught me."

Luo Bing took a bowl of porridge to the bed and handed it to him: "You have an internal injury. Drinking hot porridge is good for your injury."

Looking at the other party’s soft whiter than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu said with envy: “Fourth Master Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife. She can fight the enemy with a pair of knives, wear an apron and she can make soup with her own hands. soup."

"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being impolite." Luo Bing bit her lip and said. She, an ancient woman, could not stand the straightforward and enthusiastic praise from Song Qingshu. Of course, everyone loves to listen to beautiful words, and Luo Bing still couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"I'm also called frivolous?" Song Qingshu really feels wronged this time, wanting to change to those stories from the previous life,?

Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qing asked in a weird manner: "Have you ever had a night of heart stirring (Part 1)?

"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the search in the palace is very tight now. They don't dare to come in here. If you go out and get caught by them, I won't have the time to save you; since you are not paid for this Yes, I will naturally not go to your husband."

Song Qingshu lied and threatened. It is estimated that soon afterwards, everyone in the palace knew that the Red Flower Society had been rescued. If Luo Bing went out and heard anything, it would be very bad.

"Yeah." Luo Bing nodded docilely, and suddenly said with a twitchy expression: "You...do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten anything for a whole day."

Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu laughed blankly, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, and I came here with the filial piety of the food supervisor. Just eat it. Oh, by the way, if you don't mind, don't you You can cook some porridge for me. I don’t know why. After being injured, I especially want to drink that thing."

Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said, "Can this be regarded as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat it as I do good deeds. But do you have a kitchen here? ?"

"It's next door, but there are no other ingredients except some rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu felt lost for a moment.

"Hurry up and heal your injuries, I'm going to make the porridge first." Luo Bing picked a few snacks from the cabinet and held them in his arms, tiptoeing to help him close the door.

Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and he began to transport the Jiuyin Scriptures to heal his injuries.

After not knowing how long, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes and smelled a fresh scent of rice on the tip of his nose.

"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly with a kerchief holding a small pot, and after placing it on the table, he couldn't help but pinch the earlobe with his hot fingers.

Seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly revealed by the other party, Song Qingshu said amused: "Is it really effective to squeeze the earlobe after being burned?"

"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his fingers in a weeping voice, "That's how my little mother taught me."

Luo Bing took a bowl of porridge to the bed and handed it to him: "You have an internal injury. Drinking hot porridge is good for your injury."

Looking at the other party’s soft whiter than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu said with envy: “Fourth Master Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife. She can fight the enemy with a pair of knives, wear an apron and she can make soup with her own hands. soup."

"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being impolite." Luo Bing bit her lip and said. She, an ancient woman, could not stand the straightforward and enthusiastic praise from Song Qingshu. Of course, everyone loves to listen to beautiful words, and Luo Bing still couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"I'm also called frivolous?" Song Qingshu really feels wronged this time, wanting to change to those stories from the previous life,?

Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qing asked in a weird manner: "Have you ever had a night of heart stirring (Part 1)?

"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the search in the palace is very tight now. They don't dare to come in here. If you go out and get caught by them, I won't have the time to save you; since you are not paid for this Yes, I will naturally not go to your husband."

Song Qingshu lied and threatened. It is estimated that soon afterwards, everyone in the palace knew that the Red Flower Society had been rescued. If Luo Bing went out and heard anything, it would be very bad.

"Yeah." Luo Bing nodded docilely, and suddenly said with a twitchy expression: "You...do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten anything for a whole day."

Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu laughed blankly, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, and I came here with the filial piety of the food supervisor. Just eat it. Oh, by the way, if you don't mind, don't you You can cook some porridge for me. I don’t know why. After being injured, I especially want to drink that thing."

Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said, "Can this be regarded as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat it as I do good deeds. But do you have a kitchen here? ?"

"It's next door, but there are no other ingredients except some rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu felt lost for a moment.

"Hurry up and heal your injuries, I'm going to make the porridge first." Luo Bing picked a few snacks from the cabinet and held them in his arms, tiptoeing to help him close the door.

Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and he began to transport the Jiuyin Scriptures to heal his injuries.

After not knowing how long, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes and smelled a fresh scent of rice on the tip of his nose.

"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly with a kerchief holding a small pot, and after placing it on the table, he couldn't help but pinch the earlobe with his hot fingers.

Seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly revealed by the other party, Song Qingshu said amused: "Is it really effective to squeeze the earlobe after being burned?"

"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his fingers in a weeping voice, "That's how my little mother taught me."

Luo Bing took a bowl of porridge to the bed and handed it to him: "You have an internal injury. Drinking hot porridge is good for your injury."

Looking at the other party’s soft whiter than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu said with envy: “Fourth Master Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife. She can fight the enemy with a pair of knives, wear an apron and she can make soup with her own hands. soup."

"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being impolite." Luo Bing bit her lip and said. She, an ancient woman, could not stand the straightforward and enthusiastic praise from Song Qingshu. Of course, everyone loves to listen to beautiful words, and Luo Bing still couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"I'm also called frivolous?" Song Qingshu really feels wronged this time, wanting to change to those stories from the previous life,?

Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qing asked in a weird manner: "Do you have any