Flower Stealing Master Chapter 122: Mind stirring (Part 1)

"Don’t go out. After you made a fuss last time, now the palace is very tight. They dare not come in here. If you go out and get caught by them, I won’t have the time to save you; since you If this payment is gone, 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 to hear 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 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 filial piety, and you can eat it. Oh, by the way, if you don’t Mind, can you make 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, "Does this count 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 here you are. Is there a kitchen?"

"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, 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 serious, and he began to transport the Jiuyin Scriptures to heal his injuries.

I don't know how long it took, 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 small pot in his handkerchief. After putting it on the table, he couldn't help but pinch the earlobe with his hot fingers.

Song Qingshu was amused when seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly revealed by the other party: "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, "This is 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: “Four Lord Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife. Soup with plain hands."

"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. If he wants to change into those stories in the previous life, you still can't shout rape?

Receiving the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qing asked in a weird manner: "Have you poisoned it?"

"Don't eat and pull it down." Luo Bing angrily wanted to take the bowl back, but Song Qingshu's reaction was so quick that he shrank back subconsciously. After grabbing a hole, Luo Bing's center of gravity was unstable, and he was about to fall onto Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was naturally happy to see the result, but he didn't open his arms to hug him. Where could Luo Bing be as he wished, after all, he was a martial artist, with a twisted waist, he stopped abruptly in mid-air, and then slowly raised his body again.

"I love to eat or not!" Luo Bing was a little embarrassed, and stopped trying to grab the bowl in his hand.

"Of course I'm going to eat it. How could Song betray his wife's kindness." After a bowl of hot porridge, Song Qingshu only felt that Dantian's true energy seemed to be a little more active, and he was shocked, and he hurried to heal his injuries.

Song Qingshu opened his eyes again from entering Ding, looking at the bright sky outside, and couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Why haven't the two of them come back yet, has something happened?"

Luo Bing put his cheek in his hand, and was dozing off by the table. When he heard his voice, he was startled and woke up and said, "I don't know." He was also puzzled. Xia Qingqing's whereabouts is clear to her, but Li Yuanzhi never came back.

Feeling that the injury has recovered in 70 or 80, Song Qingshu jumped off the bed, "I went out to look for them, and by the way, I told Shang Shan Supervisor to bring me some food. Dim sum, if you eat too much, you will get bored." /

Luo Bing nodded and watched Song Qingshu disappear outside the door. At that moment, she suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, like a wife watching her husband go out.

After coming out of Shangshan Supervisor, Song Qingshu looked in the palace solemnly. At first he thought that Xia Qingqing could no longer hold back, and he went to assassinate Kangxi. How can I ask Duolong to inquire, except for the impersonation of myself last night. The anti-thief rescued the Red Flower Society, and there was no news of other assassins.

Next, Song Qingshu thought that Xia Qingqing had lost her way in the palace. Although she felt that she should not be so mentally disabled, the palace was too big after all, and Song Qingshu was not sure about it. Using the cover of his current identity, he found it in the palace.

The result continued until the sunset, and he didn't find Xia Qingqing. Suddenly thinking of a certain possibility, Song Qingshu's face sank, and he returned to his residence.

"What did you say to Xia Qingqing yesterday?" Opening the door, Song Qingshu asked with a sullen face without noticing Luo Bing's face.

I don't know that Luo Bing did not answer his question. Instead, he raised a piece of paper in his hand, his voice was as cold as ice: "What is this?"

Song Qingshu touched the skirt of his clothes, his face changed slightly. It turned out that Wen Tailai accidentally left Wen Tailai's gift to his wife on the bed when he was healing. : "Madam is not an illiterate village woman in the mountains, so why ask knowingly."

"Okay, okay!" Luo Bing's lips trembled with anger, "This is indeed the fourth brother's note, what despicable means did you use to get him to write this?"

"No matter how despicable and shameless the means I use, the most important thing is that Wen Tailai did write this thing," Song Qingshu glanced at Luo Bing. "It seems that Madam is not that important in his heart."

Every word that Song Qingshu said was engraved in Luo Bing's heart like a sharp blade. Women are a kind of emotional animal. Many times they don't care about things themselves, but they care about things that men find inexplicable.

In Wen Tailai's view, he was purely trying to save the brothers of the Red Flower Society. Even if Luo Bing knew it, he would have understood his behavior.

Luo Bing did as he wished. As soon as she saw this letter, she was wise to restore the situation of Song Qingshu's forcing Wen Tailai. But her attention was not here, but just as Song Qingshu said. Said that no matter what the husband's difficulties are, the fact is that he gave up himself and gave himself to another man!