Flower Stealing Master Chapter 7: Princess Shaomin

Zhou Zhiruo sighed quietly: "Brother Wuji, I am now Mrs. Song. If you are really affectionate to me, as long as you promise to marry me, I will leave now even with the smirk of the people of the world. Husband, married you. On the night of the bridal chamber, you...what do you want to do to others, they will depend on you." After saying this, Zhou Zhiruo's face seemed to burn.

Zhang Wuji's mind was agitated, and he stood up and thought of holding her catkin in the past: "Zhiruo, I will definitely marry you!"

Zhou Zhiruo took a step back subconsciously, clutching her collar and said: "I said that you can take the post after you get married..., but not now, I am still Mrs. Song, and I hope Master Zhang will respect myself."

"Yes, yes, I was abrupt." Zhang Wuji nodded hurriedly. .

"Brother Wuji, are you really willing to marry me?" Zhou Zhiruo was pleased and asked shyly again.

"Of course! I would like to marry you." Zhang Wuji walked to her and looked at her affectionately.

Zhou Zhiruo sighed slightly: "Brother Wuji, you are embarrassing me..." At this sweet moment, both of them subconsciously avoided mentioning Zhao Min.

The two stayed quietly for a while, when Zhou Zhiruo suddenly saw Song Qingshu lying on the opposite bed, thinking that she is now Mrs. Song, she felt a pain in her heart, and faintly sighed: "I'm sorry Qingshu."

Zhang Wuji comforted him: "Zhiruo, we were originally a couple. You have never loved him, so why can you sorry for him."

"But we can't always sneak like this." Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes and looked at Song Qingshu's face turning cold, "Or I will kill him, you go back and kill Zhao Min, so no one can hinder us in the future. It’s a tryst."

"How can this work?" Zhang Wuji was bluffed. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, he could not do it if he wanted him to abandon Zhao Min.

"Brother Wuji, people tried you on purpose." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I'm already very sorry to my husband. If I kill him again, what is the difference from those bad women in history. You just If I really agree, I won’t dare to interact with you again. You want to be Ximenqing, but I don’t want to be Pan Jinlian."

Zhang Wuji was stunned, and Zhanyan smiled and said: "My little Zhiruo is really the kindest..."

The next day the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up to find that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also clean and abnormal, leaving no traces at all. He breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering: "Maybe it was just last night. A dream?"

Suddenly Song Qingshu's face sank. He noticed that the sheets on the opposite bed had been changed. Although the difference was not significant, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was not the one from yesterday. Why do you change the sheets? Song Qingshu looked up at the sky and muttered to the air: "If you are alive in the sky, you should know that it is not your brother who didn't work hard, but your wife and wife, who actually rolled the sheets with Zhang Wuji."

How did Song Qingshu know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo deliberately changed it to a clean one.

"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a pot of hot water, and saw Song Qingshu wake up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.

Song Qingshu glanced at her with a bit of disgust, thinking that this woman had done something sorry for her husband last night, and now out of guilt, she has shown unprecedented tenderness and consideration.

"Why have the sheets changed?" Song Qingshu quietly took the towel and asked knowingly.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind him with a guilty conscience, then said: "It was accidentally soiled, so I changed it."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu stopped asking, he didn't dare to press too hard.

When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, I don’t know if it was a psychological suggestion. Song Qingshu looked at her waist when she walked, her face seemed to have lost the young girl’s youthfulness, and the young woman’s charmingness appeared in her heart for no reason. A burst of irritation.

"Unlucky ghost, brother, I will avenge you." Now that it has happened, you have to face it. Song Qingshu has never been an evader, but considering that he can't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo's school, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is famous for martial arts, and what Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance in the original book covers is not a weak and kind heart. Accidentally, the grudge was not reported, but a small life was lost.

While he was thinking, a hearty laughter came in, "Brother Song is ruddy now, and it seems that his injury is almost healed."

Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. The blood vessels in the corners of his eyes couldn't help beating, and he said coldly: "What are you here for?"

Everyone at the scene knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had a rift, and he was not surprised by his tone of voice. Zhang Wuji didn’t care about his attitude. Instead, he smiled graciously: “I heard that Brother Song was worrying about his meridians, Come and see if you can do your best."

"Brother Wuji, it seems that some people don't appreciate it." At this time, a sweet and crisp female voice came over. Song Qingshu was full of anger just now, and did not notice Zhang Wuji's entourage. At this time Only then did she discover that the voice of the woman whose eyes were as clear as water, her face was as bright as jade, and her face was faint and red, like a fresh flower, beautiful and gorgeous, which made people unconsciously feel ashamed and afraid to look at her.

It turned out that Zhao Min was not upset that his sweetheart was ridiculed by Song Qingshu's words and opened up to relieve the siege. Song Qingshu gave Zhao Min a fierce look. Although she was born with a trace of nobility because of her noble status, she was easily embarrassed when looking at each other, but Song Qingshu was a traveler, plus the hostility towards Zhang Wuji in her heart~IndoMTL.com~ Of course there is no psychological pressure in this regard. He withdrew his gaze after he had finished looking, and now there is no need to fight for a moment. Zhang Wuji was really a beautiful blessing, sitting on such a beautiful two women, but thinking that he already has such a beautiful princess, he came to provoke Zhou Zhiruo, and his heart was even more angry.

Zhao Min was glanced at him, and he felt as if he had seen through his body without clothes. He was very uncomfortable. He flashed behind Zhang Wuji and had a bad impression of Song Qingshu in his heart.

"Qingshu, yesterday I heard that you mentioned that the four great doctors in the world might be able to treat your meridians. I thought that Master Zhang could get the true story of Hu Qingniu, and I specially asked him to come over to see if it is possible to renew your meridians. "Zhou Zhiruo didn't even look at Zhang Wuji when he spoke. The mention of his name was also extremely cold. Zhao Min and others thought that Zhou Zhiruo still harbored resentment towards him in his heart, only Song Qingshu sneered secretly.

"Didn't he say that there is no way to cure it last time." Song Qingshu glanced at the two with disdain.

"Song Brother, there was really no way at the next time last time. Later, I went back and searched through the medical books of the past, only to find a method or try it." Zhang Wuji didn't feel angry at all, everyone's demeanor made everyone's heart stand up. With the thumb up, what a gentleman is Qianqian.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu was a little moved. Since he was sure that this was Jin Yong's martial arts world, he was a bit smug for a while. He was familiar with the plot, so many treasures and martial arts secrets in the world seemed to him. However, the meridians are exhausted. All this is just a mirror image. In today's troubled times, you can't keep you from finding treasures, and you can't get a cheat book. Now I heard that Zhang Wuji has a way to cure himself. At that moment, Song Qingshu even felt that as long as he cured For himself, he and Zhou Zhiruo can forget the blame, anyway, it is the unlucky ghost who suffers, not himself.