Flower Stealing Master Chapter 121: Conspiracy

Chapter One Hundred and One Hundred and One Hundred and 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 coolly.

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

Doron hesitated for a moment: "Brother Song, try not to kill the guards at that time. Brothers all have families..."

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

After nightfall, Song Qingshu put on a night gown specially prepared by Duolong, quietly knocked down the guards at the gate of the jail, and let out a quiet breath before rushing in with light effort.

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 the Tartarians fell to the ground one after another. After 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, then threw several sets of guard uniforms at the door.

When a few people changed clothes in a hurry, 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 I think there will be no flaws. Solving Wentailai is not so 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, for the sake of saving us, I won't tell the rest of the Red Flower Society about your proposal. , Your Excellency, 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 others...

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

"Thank you, Shaoxia Song, for your 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 barely buttoned the guard uniform. He got up, 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 unspeakable. He subconsciously didn't want others to know about his deal with Song Qingshu.

"Come with me, and stay calm later. Don't panic when you meet the guards on patrol. The jail is robbed, and no one will find out for a while." Song Qingshu also took off the outer night clothes, revealing Wearing a guard's clothes, he walked out the lead.

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

In 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 after crossing 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, he will come back soon. You can’t even beat me, let alone him. The 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. We may not be able to climb over such a high wall."

Song Qingshu was stunned, looking at the exterior wall of the Forbidden City several feet high, and was stunned: When the Forbidden City was established, it must have been guarded against the people from the rivers and lakes who went up and down, so the palace wall was built so majestic...

"Okay, I'll take you out." Song Qingshu was speechless, muttering in her heart: Is it easy to be a father and a mother? Fortunately, two beauties begged for 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. When he jumped halfway, he was a little exhausted. He hurried his toes on the palace wall and turned with a gecko. Past.

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

"This body is used to it," accompanied by Zhao Banshan's laughter, the body of fat began to tremble, "I wonder who Song Shaoxia's friend was before?"

"Your Excellency will know in the future." Song Qingshu didn't answer, but jumped into the palace again.

"Send the fourteenth brother out first." Seeing Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, Wentai took a step back and said.

Song Qingshu glanced 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 away without much effort. Get out.

"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 him full of face Be alert, knowing that you have done too much before.

"Even if you send me out today, Wenmou won't accept this love. In the future, he will do everything possible to kill you." Wen Tailai's eyes were full of hatred.

"Kill, kill, the hatred of taking his wife, even a man can't bear it." Seeing Wen Tailai's angry expression, Song Qingshu suddenly thought of Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo. He could not help but see the shadow of himself in his body. A soft, "Sister Wen can take his wife to fly far away to a place that Song can't find, so that the transfer book in Song'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 on the Manchurian side. It stands to reason that she should have come to me for a long time in Chapter 121.

Take 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 patted, only to hear a muffled hum, Song Qingshu's figure couldn't help falling down anymore.

Wen Tailai just pressed the palm of Song Qingshu's penetrating thunder with a ten-strength hand on Song Qingshu's ribs and jumped to the top of the palace wall with the help of the force of the shock. 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 put his full strength in the thunder palm, immortal and crippled, spat underneath, turned over and escaped.

Looking at the other party's disappearing figure, Song Qingshu stood up swayingly, with deep hatred in her heart. Just now, Wen Tailai's posture that he would fight her desperately in the future paralyzed herself, how could she know that the other party was thinking of revenge immediately. In addition, 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, it really deserves the name." Song Qingshu spit out blood, knowing that if he hadn't had magical body protection, he would have been killed in Huangquan. Now although his life is unimpeded, but within a short time I'm afraid I can't do it with people.

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

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

Song Qingshu didn't answer her words, instead 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 went out soon, and I don’t know where she went."

"Oh," Song Qingshu nodded, thinking in his heart: Why is he so unlucky, two trustworthy women are not there when he is injured, but only Luo Bing, who is ill-intentioned, is 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 the other party would see that he was injured, and he would not have revenge or complain.

Luo Bing showed disappointment, "They are in danger of staying in prison for more than one day. Are you sure to save them?"

"Don't forget that I am now the deputy chief of the Royal Guards," Song Qingshu said and couldn't help coughing a few times, "I met a enemy today and suffered a little injury. Wait until I get better. Isn’t it easy to save your husband? Don’t worry, I don’t know why, the Emperor Kangxi Chapter 121 conspired

The emperor has never thought of interrogating them. As long as they are not interrogated, they are still safe in the sky prison. "

It's strange to say that Luo Bing was anxious that Song Qingshu would die soon. Now that he is seriously injured, he hopes that he can recover as soon as possible so that he can 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 that when Xia Qingqing and Li Yuanzhi unwrapped their clothes when they were in a coma before, Luo Bing's bloodless cheeks floated up with a blush, and replied: "Some skin injuries are not in the way."

"I suffered an internal injury. 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 first. For a while. If you don’t mind, you can also rest in bed. Anyway, I want to heal my injuries and I can’t take advantage of you."

Luo Bing's head shook like a rattle, and he said in a quick tone: "No, no, no more. One day's sleep is enough. I happen to be active in the room." Chapter 122 The Night of Intimate Mind ( On)

"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, wanting to change to the jokes from the previous life,?

Receiving the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qing asked in a weird manner: "Have you ever gotten a night of heart stirring in Chapter 122 (Part 1)