Flower Stealing Master Chapter 1294: Smell the fragrance to know women

After the two women were freshened up, and seeing Song Qingshu still asleep, Li Qingluo said, "I'll take my cousin to visit the old Yue family house.?"

"Go, go~" Song Qingshu waved his hand casually.

"Too lazy to be like a pig." Li Qingluo snorted and took Xiaolongnv and walked out. Although Xiaolongnv didn't want to be separated from Song Qingshu, she wanted to see the place where her parents lived and hesitated. So followed her away.

After another hour of sleep, Song Qingshu sat up from the bed, stretched his waist, and suddenly thought of something, he couldn't help but grabbed the quilt and smelled it. The faint fragrance made him suddenly look up. .

"It's not a problem to sleep on the rope every day. If you can sleep with them in this bed, tut tut~" Song Qingshu couldn't help but smirk when he thought of the excitement...

Leaving the mansion, Song Qingshu did not go to Li Qingluo and Xiaolongnu and the others, but went to Jianshan Academy.

He knows that business matters. Li Qingluo has already analyzed the situation very clearly last night. Naturally, Han Dongxun does not have to go there. Whether it is for the friendship between the two sides or for his plan of the Northern Expedition, he will not let go of such a good opportunity to fall into the trap. , Then the top priority is to go to Jianshan Academy to stir up public opinion.

When I arrived at Jianshan Academy, Song Qingshu knew what he wanted. Hearing that he wanted to see the saint, all the scholars in the academy looked at him badly.

Two generations of people, Song Qingshu didn't know what these people's eyes contained, and couldn't help laughing, thinking that the popularity of the yellow shirt women was quite high.

"Go, go, the saint is devoted to practicing, can you see it when you meet?" Several scholars waved directly.

Song Qingshu faintly smiled and said: "I am your saint’s friend, as long as you pass the message, she will definitely meet me." Although there was a big noise last night, the people present were either princes or nobles or officials of rank 4 and above. These scholars in the academy did not recognize his identity, and Song Qingshu deliberately did not say anything in order to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Every day there are not ten people like you, but eight. Could you change your excuse?" Those scholars sneered again and again, because the girls in yellow shirts are so beautiful and their status is honorable. She rushed to her, often changing tricks to approach her, which made the yellow-jacketed girls be annoyed. All the scholars in the academy regarded her as the lover of their dreams. It was naturally uncomfortable to see those aristocratic princes offering their courtesy, so everyone united tacitly. Keep those flies out of the door.

They saw that Song Qingshu was born in Yushu Linfeng, and his clothes were very particular. They thought he was the son of another family and harassed the yellow shirt woman, so they naturally stopped him.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly. He didn't know why, he could only sigh that the king was so good to see, and the little ghost was difficult to deal with, but he needed the help of Jianshan Academy for this trip, and he didn't have a good time to embarrass these people.

"Since you are not going to pass the transmission, then I have to call her myself." Song Qingshu took a deep breath as soon as she finished speaking, and then shouted in the direction of the mountain gate:

"璎珞~"

"Ying Luo?"

……

Although the sound is not as magnificent as the roar of a lion, it spreads clearly in every corner of the entire college in the ordinary.

All the scholars were shocked. Although they did not understand martial arts, they saw a lot of them on weekdays. Jianshan Academy was divided into inner and outer courtyards. The disciples in the outer courtyard were familiar with the sages and took the imperial examination route, while the disciples in the inner courtyard were Qin. Practicing martial arts is the reserve force of the officers in front of the palace. After coming into contact with the disciples in the inner courtyard, these scholars have exercised their eyesight very well. Naturally, they know that the person in front of him has a very high cultivation level, and they can't stop them.

Song Qingshu’s voice made the entire academy riot, and soon a group of people leapt over here: "Who is making noise here!"

Song Qingshu secretly nodded his head. These people have a solid foundation in martial arts, and it seems that Jianshan Academy really hides the dragon and the tiger.

The group of Inner Sect disciples quickly turned their attention to Song Qingshu, faintly surrounded him, and shouted for one person: "What a sacred place Jianshan Academy, Emperor Taizong's hand-written censorship: civil servants set off a sedan chair, military officer Get off the horse, you dared to rush into the mountain gate. You are so brave. Come here, grab this madman for me, hit 30 big boards and hand it over to Lin'an Mansion!"

"Hmph!" Song Qingshu snorted, and a group of people suddenly shook their bodies. They only felt that their blood was tumbling, and they could not take half a step.

"Zhao Yingluo, if you don't come out again, don't blame me for being ruthless." Song Qingshu has always been a good-tempered person, but as his cultivation level and status get higher and higher, he naturally has the arrogance of a superior. Those scholars made a lot of difficulties, and now a group of people rushed to do something fierce and evil, and he would inevitably be a little angry.

"Bold, how can you tarnish the name of the saint?" Although frightened by his martial arts, this is his home base after all. I don't know how many masters there are in the academy, plus all of them are full of blood. How could he lose his momentum at his age.

"Enough!"

Suddenly there was a cold voice from the side. Everyone looked back and saw a yellow dress fluttering. A slim and moving figure was standing not far away. Who is not their saint?

"He is my friend, go down." The woman in the yellow shirt said lightly.

"Uh~" A group of people were so depressed, they had to leave in anguish. Many people turned their heads and gave Song Qingshu a vicious look when they left.

"I didn't expect your charm to be so great, I was really shot today while lying down." Seeing those people leaving, Song Qingshu said depressed.

"Who told you to come to the gate of the academy early in the morning, crying, crying, and howling," she turned a face when she thought that everyone in the academy had heard it, and that she had just defended him. By that time, all kinds of rumors and rumors would be indispensable in the academy. Faint red, a little annoyed in his heart, "What can I do?"

"It hurts your feelings if you say that. We are friends, okay, we can't find you if we are fine?" Song Qingshu exaggerated.

"You came to Lin'an for so long before and never saw you come to me." The woman in yellow shirt replied faintly, "If I don't say anything, I will go back." After speaking, she turned around and walked to the academy. The thought of her ghostly behavior last night made her feel confused, and now she really doesn't know how to face this man.

"Hey~" Song Qingshu was suddenly anxious, and pulled her in, "I really go."

The woman in the yellow shirt looked into the distance with a guilty conscience, and saw that many people in the academy were staring here intentionally or unconsciously, and she couldn't help but anxious: "Let go."

Song Qingshu just looked at her with a smile, seeing that she was really annoyed, and then let go of her hand.

The girl in the yellow shirt gave him an angry glance: "It's not convenient to talk here, you come with me." After speaking, she turned around and left.

Song Qingshu followed her, looking at the people in the academy as if provocatively. Seeing those people gnashing their teeth, she was delighted: "This scene is like running to someone’s school in a previous life to spend their school. Take it away in full view~"

Seeing the direction of the two when they left, the people in the academy suddenly exploded: "Isn't the saint bringing the man to her house?"

"How is it possible that the saint's house has never allowed men to step further for so many years."

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself!"

"By the way, the man seemed to call the saintly girl's name directly, and he shouted kindly."

"It's over, my saint!"

……

Listening to all kinds of wailing faintly in the wind, Song Qingshu only felt refreshed and clear.

"What are you laughing at?" The woman in the yellow shirt asked suddenly.

"With a fair and beautiful fairy like you, shouldn't you cry if you don't laugh?" Song Qingshu looked at her with scorching eyes.

"Leave these words to lie to the dragon girl." The yellow shirt girl snorted, but the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

The woman in the yellow shirt stopped talking. It didn't take long for the two of them to come to a quiet small courtyard with several maids guarding the door. Seeing a man behind her, she couldn't help but say in surprise: "Miss?"

"This son is a friend of mine. He soaked the pot of tea in the hut and delivered it. Then, without my instructions, no one was allowed to disturb." The yellow shirt woman naturally ordered.

The maids looked at each other one after another. You must know that their young lady never brought a man here, and the tea pot she mentioned was the real Yuqian Longjing, and it was picked from the eighteen imperial palaces on the side of Longjing. Tea tree, the quantity is limited every year. There is not much left for one point from the emperor and queen mother. Many princes and nobles in the entire capital are eye-catching those tea leaves. The yellow-jacket girl finally got a little bit of tea, and was not willing to drink it this time. Come entertain this man~IndoMTL.com~A group of maids gossip is burning, and they are speculating about Song Qingshu's identity.

As soon as I entered the house, there was a faint sweet scent hitting people. Song Qingshu looked weird. It seems that relevant institutions have done research in the previous life. A woman’s preference for perfume smell can often tell her sexuality. The degree of enthusiasm, women who like elegant scents are often cold-tempered, do they like rich and sweet scents, often...

Song Qingshu couldn't help but glance at the woman in the yellow shirt. He didn't expect that there was a hot volcano hidden under her frosty appearance. However, after thinking about it, she can understand that every time she plays a bunch of maids playing the sheng and playing music, she always makes a shower of petals at every turn. She must be a sullen person in her bones.

"Why are you looking at me with such a look?" The woman in the yellow shirt turned her head and just met his eyes, she couldn't help but wonder.

"Nothing," Song Qingshu knew that if he was to be honest, the other party would be irritated and irritated. He subconsciously looked at the whole room and saw that the layout was very elegant. He couldn't help but laugh, "I won't be the first. Enter the man in your boudoir."

"Of course not," the woman in the yellow shirt gave him a white look. "My master has been here."

She obviously didn't want to be entangled with this, and hurriedly broke the topic: "Well, no one else is bothering you now, you can say the purpose of coming this time."

Song Qingshu sat down face to face with her, and then said: "I really want to ask you to do me a favor..." Then he said what Li Qingluo said last night, of course he didn't mention anything that shouldn't be mentioned.

After listening, the woman in the yellow shirt was noncommittal, just staring at him quietly.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but depressed and said: "Can you still say something, what do you mean?"

The woman in the yellow shirt snorted: "You haven't paid back what you owed me last time, and you want me to do things for you?" 8 More exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone's school