Flower Stealing Master Chapter 1437: Escape the Golden Cicada

? Seeing Huang Rong's faintly resentful look, Song Qingshu instantly embarrassed: "Where did you go, there is only one person who has the antidote. It took a lot of effort for me to come from her."

"Really?" Huang Rong glanced at him with a faint smile, and instead of directly piercing his lie, he motioned to what he was holding. "Some people still have a girl's belt in his hand. ."

Song Qingshu realized that he had brought Xue Baochai's belt over, and was embarrassed: "I was anxious to give you the antidote, and forgot to give it back to her."

"Hurry up and return it to someone else, a golden lady, she must be very flustered without her belt and staying among a group of men." Huang Rong's eyes are full of smiles, although this person is going around teasing the girl, but remember to solve it. The medicine was brought to her first, which made her somewhat happy.

"Then you take a break here now." Song Qingshu also realized that he was a little unkind, and hurriedly detoxified the guards who were accompanying him, and then hurried to the open space there.

"Sorry, Miss Xue has been waiting for a long time." Back to Xue Baochai, Song Qingshu took out the antidote and sniffed her. Because she was a little apologetic, she always wanted to do something to make up for it. Suddenly she saw the belt in her hand. Subconsciously blurted out, "I will fasten the belt for the girl."

As he said, he leaned over to tie her belt up. Xue Baochai was a little annoyed by the smell of the antidote, but seeing him so close, his whole body suddenly stiffened.

Even though the faint fragrance of the girl could be smelled so close, Song Qingshu didn't think much about it, but was immersed in a group of Xixia people. He gave them so much time and hoped that they could escape the imperial city. The chase of the Secretary.

"That...or me...Come on by myself." Xue Baochai finally couldn't help but speak. The education she received in the past ten years has made her unable to accept a man to wear a belt for her.

Song Qingshu was taken aback, and found that her face was already red as an apple, and finally woke up, she has been detoxified, and she needs to wear it for her by herself.

His face is thick enough to show no shame, but he stands up naturally: "Then I will detoxify your eldest brother and them."

"Yeah." Xue Baochai lowered his head, somewhat afraid to look into his eyes.

Song Qingshu took the antidote to the front of Xue Yiren and found that his eyes seemed to be burning with flames. He was worried that something would happen if he stayed with him for a long time, so he put the antidote on the tip of his nose and smelled it. He simply left the antidote to him: "Go and detoxify the people from the Imperial City Division."

After speaking, I walked over to my carriage without looking back, and found that my guards had gradually recovered, and when they were about to order to continue to set off, suddenly there was the sound of the clothes being broken.

Song Qingshu looked back and saw that Xue Yiren was already standing ten feet away, holding the saber tightly in his hand, as if the sword would be out of its sheath at any time: "Who is in the carriage of King Qi?" It turns out that Song Qingshu just detoxified Huang Rong. At the time, he saw a woman in the carriage from a distance.

Song Qingshu frowned: "Why, I think the road is boring, so I brought a concubine Ji with me to report to you?"

Huang Rong in the carriage snorted ashamed, thinking that this **** never forgets to take advantage of me, but thought that the other party said that taking her on the road is to understand the boredom... How can Ji concubine relieve the boredom, the answer is ready to come out... for a moment The cheeks became more and more delicate.

Xue Yiren said indifferently: "Naturally not use it on weekdays, but recently the prospective prince was robbed. Our Imperial Secretary was ordered to investigate. The emperor granted us the power to investigate anyone."

Song Qingshu's tone was cold for an instant: "I didn't expect you to be as ungrateful as the Xixia people. I had known that I just stood by and let you die in the hands of Xixia people."

Xue Yiren didn't care about his cynicism: "We are just doing business, and King Qi should not over-interpret it."

"Really?" Song Qingshu snorted coldly, "If you have the ability, step on me."

Xue Yiren's long sword slowly unsheathed, and pointed at Song Qingshu from a distance: "If King Qi insists on not letting it go, then I won't blame me for being polite."

"I can't help myself!" Although Song Qingshu usually laughs and hahas most of the time, the clay figurines are also three-pointed, and Xue Yiren's behavior today really angered him.

"Stop!" At this time Xue Baochai had already ran over and stopped in front of Xue Yiren, "Big brother, what are you going to do!"

"You get out of the way." Xue Yiren's whole body seemed to turn into a sharp and difficult sword, and a shocking blow could erupt at any time.

"I won't! Do you think I don't know, you just want to find someone to compete with King Qi, but they just saved us. You did so too much." Xue Baochai flushed with anger. I didn't know if I opened my arms to stop Xue Yiren or to block Song Qingshu's attack.

"The opportunity is rare." Xue Yiren finally told the truth. If Song Qingshu stayed in Lin'an, he would always find a chance to compete, but now he is going north to the Golden Snake Camp. There is no chance.

Xue Baochai knows that her cousin is very stubborn and it is difficult to change what she believes, but she is unwilling to watch the battle between the two. As the saying goes, the two tigers will be hurt in the fight.

She was Hui Zhilanxin after all, and soon thought of a way: "Brother, you have just been poisoned, and now your strength is more or less affected. There is no way to bring you to the peak. Such a decisive battle. What's the point?"

Xue Yiren was silent for an instant. He knew that his sister was right. He was affected by the sad and crisp breeze. Although he is detoxified now, the time for detoxification is too short. Now he has only recovered seven or eighty-eight. With his strength, Even if it hasn't fully recovered, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary masters, but the person in front of him is the top master in the world, so he may lose terribly in the end.

Seeing that his brother was a little moved, Xue Baochai continued to strike while the iron was hot: "And we have suffered such a big loss in the hands of the Xixia people this time, and now we have to find them to find the place back when we recover. They have been away for a while, if we don’t I’m afraid I won’t be able to catch up."

Xue Yiren finally retracted the long sword into its sheath, and the sharp sword intent all over his body gradually disappeared: "You are not unreasonable." After speaking, he turned and left.

Xue Baochai said to Song Qingshu with an apologetic look: "King Qi, I'm really sorry, my elder brother is so Wu Chengzhi, that's why..."

Song Qingshu raised her hand to stop her apology: "For the sake of helping me just now, I won't care about him today. If there is another time, I will not be merciful." Xue Yiren's swordsmanship Although tall, I am least afraid of any master...

Without waiting for her response, Song Qingshu returned directly to the carriage: "Leave!" The guards of the Qi Palace were also in their positions, and the team set off again.

Looking at the team going away from Prince Qi's Mansion, Xue Baochai bit her lip. Originally, she still had something to say to Song Qingshu, but now the atmosphere is so stiff, let alone...

"You are cruel to the little girl." Huang Rong couldn't help laughing after the carriage drove for a while.

Song Qingshu said faintly: "It's already a lot of face for her to put her brother a size."

Huang Rong was a little curious and said: "That Xue Yiren's swordsmanship seems to be very superb. Which one of you guys will win the battle?"

Song Qingshu slowly closed his eyes, smiled without saying a word, Huang Rong looked itchy and couldn't help but pinch him: "Let you pretend to be superior to me~"

"Don't don't don't, I just said it," Song Qingshu's former grandmaster's demeanor collapsed in an instant, and hurriedly explained, "If he is in his heyday, he may still have the power to fight; he was in that state just now, hehe..."

He didn't finish, but the meaning is already obvious. Huang Rong couldn't help but sighed: "I don't know how you practice martial arts as a monster. Brother Jing is far inferior to you in martial arts at your age."

Song Qing's writing is weird and whispered: "He is not as good as me in martial arts at this age."

Huang Rong's eyebrows were erected instantly: "What did you say?"

"Nothing," Song Qingshu changed his words instantly, "I said today's weather is fine."

Seeing his serious nonsense, Huang Rong couldn't help but sneered: "You, you guys, obviously let me have hands and feet, I may not be able to beat you, but also deliberately pretended to be afraid of me."

Song Qingshu turned his head to look at her, with a smile on his face: "Because I am afraid of the inside."

Huang Rong's heart jumped: "Nonsense!" After speaking, she turned her face and ignored him again.

After the carriage drove for a while, Song Qingshu took Huang Rong out of the carriage, and then ordered his men to continue north with his letter. When he arrived at Jinsheying, Ajiu naturally understood what was going on when he saw the letter.

He took Huang Rong into another carriage that had been waiting there and turned back to the southeast.

The carriage going north attracts the attention of all forces~IndoMTL.com~ Song Qingshu and Huang Rong went all the way south to Peach Blossom Island.

Along the way, the two people chatted wildly. At the beginning, they talked about the general situation, the situation of the countries, the various gangs in the arena, and the current power structure of the gang.

As they chatted, the topics became more and more scattered, such as astronomy and geography, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Qimen Dunjia, anecdotes...It can be said to talk about wherever and wherever.

Song Qingshu had to admire Huang Rong as the daughter of Dongxie, a well-known female Zhuge in the rivers and lakes, and her knowledge reserve was too profound; Huang Rong’s shock was even higher than him. For so many years, she only admired her father. Yaoshi Huang is one person, but now there is one more person.

Especially Song Qingshu comes from later generations and has more than a thousand years of experience. It can be said that he is standing on the shoulders of giants. A lot of insights are far from even Huang Rong. Some casual remarks often touch Huang Rong.

The more the two parties talked, the more speculative the relationship became, and the relationship became more and more harmonious. Although the two sides had the closest relationship, there was always a few gaps between the two, but after the communication on this road, they gradually felt the gap. After all, Huang Rong had already regarded him as a friend of the mountains and flowing water in the bottom of her heart.

"Brother Jing wouldn't talk about this with me..." At some point, Huang Rong couldn't help but sigh, but she quickly calmed her mind and dispelled some thoughts that she shouldn't have in her mind.

"We are in Shanyin." Looking at the city gate in the distance, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling a little bit. This place is considered to have revisited.

"Let's take a break in the tea room in front." Huang Rong couldn't help but feel a little tired after the busy journey.

"Okay!" Parked the carriage nearby, Song Qingshu helped her down and walked towards Chaliao. He suddenly saw the two women in Chaliao and stopped.

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