Flower Stealing Master Chapter 208: Sweet dreams

Song Qingshu just ran away just a few steps, mixed garlic under his feet, and rushed directly to the ground. Fortunately, the guards around him had quick eyes and quick hands, and he held him so that his face would not come into close contact with the earth. It's just this tossing and drinking, Song Qingshu actually fell into a deep sleep.

"What should I do?" Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian had big eyes to small eyes, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

"Let's help the adult to rest on the bed first, and then help him clean up." The two finally reached an agreement and quickly helped him to the bedroom.

After finally putting Song Qingshu on the bed, Zhang Kangnian suddenly alarmed, and quickly turned around and shouted: "Who is it?" Zhao Qixian was also shocked, and quickly drew out the knife to watch the corner shadow warily.

"Song son, what's wrong with him?" At this moment a weak female voice rang in the corner.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian unconsciously relaxed. A woman with such a gentle voice, even if it is not a delicate and feeble lady, will not be an assassin or gangster.

Looking through the light, there was a gentle and graceful young woman standing on the side of the chair. She was wrapped in a white cloak. Although her face was tired, she couldn't hide her delicate and charming face.

Zhang Kangnian was taken aback: "Madam, are you?"

Nan Lan thought in her heart: If I said that I just wanted to see Song Qingshu for something, they would look down on people and might drive me away, so it's better to bluff them. During this period of time, Nan Lan was accustomed to seeing the face of a small official in the yamen, and naturally he was defensive in his heart.

"I'm a good friend of Qingshu, is he...drunk?" Nan Lan frowned when she smelled the full house.

"A good friend?" Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian glanced at each other strangely, and suddenly he made a flattering smile, "I understand." In my heart, a woman stayed alone in Master Song's bedroom in the middle of the night. Isn't the relationship self-evident? Just looking at the woman’s hair bun, she seemed to be a married woman. I didn’t expect Master Song to have a good bite, but even if she is such a beautiful young lady, even if she has been married, few men can’t be unmoved, Song The adults are really lucky, but I don't know which man is going to be a tortoise.

"Go and prepare some hot water and towels, and leave it to me." Nan Lan took off the cloak and put it on the chair, walked over quickly, lifted her sleeves, revealing two small white Arm, two guards swallowed wildly.

"Yes, yes." Seeing her giving orders like a mistress, Zhang and Zhao not only didn't dislike them, but took it for granted. They hurriedly retreated outside the house and Zhang Luohui went to the house.

"Lao Zhang, you just saw that the girl has no skin, it's so tender that it can pinch water out." Feeling left a lot away, Zhao Qixian pushed Zhang Kangnian next to him with his shoulder.

"Quiet, don't die, that's Master Song's woman...but, it's really a stunner with **** and butts." Zhang Kangnian winked his eyebrows, and the two men let out a knowing sneer.

Receiving the hot water basin from the guard, Nan Lan slammed the door shut. She noticed the wretched smile in the eyes of the two of them, and of course she understood that the other party had misunderstood her relationship with Song Qingshu, but she had no choice but to come to Song Qingshu so late.

During the day, she inquired about a piece of news that her husband was subjected to a brutal torture today. Most of his life was killed. Anxious, she hurried to the Rujia Inn in the west of the city and found that Song Qingshu had already gone to the building. After inquiring, it was discovered that he had moved into the Sifang Pavilion as an imperial minister, and hurried over again.

Fearing to be recognized by her husband’s friends in the officialdom, Nan Lan deliberately wrapped her inner and outer layers with a cloak. From a graceful young woman to a bloated peasant woman, Song Qingshu stayed behind. The guard in the Sifang Pavilion was also a clever person. He saw her gorgeous face and noticed her dress. When she heard that she was looking for Master Song, he quickly led her in.

However, there were too many people in and out of the Sifang Pavilion. To be on the safe side, the guards led her to Song Qingshu's bedroom and waited for him to come back. In the end, she waited until now.

"Young Master Song? Young Master Song?" Nan Lan gently shook Song Qingshu's shoulder, but she didn't know that the other party was silent except for a few words.

"Hey~" Nan Lan sighed quietly. What she said today must find a way to wake him up, otherwise, until tomorrow, who knows that her husband's life can't be saved.

After wringing out the towel, Nan Lan carefully wiped off the dirt on the corner of his mouth, then changed the towel again, constantly wiping the forehead, neck and other places.

Song Qingshu's hot body finally calmed down, Nan Lan stretched out her hand and pushed gently, calling out, "Master Song, Master Song, wake up... Please, I really can't help it. , I had decided to go to Fukangan, but I didn't give up on wanting to come to you first... I don't know you again..." As Nan Lan said, she shrugged her shoulders and began to sob.

Unstoppable tears came out of his eyes, drop by drop on Song Qingshu's face, Song Qingshu's face trembled a few times, and his eyes dimly opened.

I don't know if it was because of the drunkenness. Song Qingshu blinked a few times, but still couldn't really see the appearance of the woman in front of him. He could only tell from the outline that she was an extremely beautiful woman.

"Youyou, is that you?" A vague feeling just came to my mind, the warm and intimate wipe, sad sobbing by the bed, Song Qingshu subconsciously regarded her as Xia Qingqing, and only she would wipe it for herself You will cry for yourself.

"Song son, are you awake?" Seeing him woke up leisurely, Nan Lan smiled happily while wiping the tears in his eyes.

"Youyou, it seems that you still can't let me go, come here to find me secretly." Song Qingshu subconsciously grabbed Nan Lan's catkin, and said in a daze.

"Youyou, is Song Gongzi's sweetheart?" Nan Lan was shocked, and hurriedly tried to withdraw his palm from his hand, and explained, "Song Gongzi, you have admitted the wrong person, I am not the Youyou girl, I am Mrs. Tian Nanlan."

Feeling the other party trying to withdraw his hand, Song Qingshu squeezed tighter: "Youyou, don't leave me, I won't let go of anything this time, hehe, Youyou your hands are so slippery..."

The heat from the palm of the other party made Nan Lan feel ashamed and angry, but Song Qingshu's hands were like iron hoops, and Nan Lan couldn't move even a bit with all his strength.

"Don't be a Fujin, that old gangster Hongli, how can you have the ability to avenge you, you have to believe me, I will definitely help you avenge." Song Qingshu's next words made Nanlan stiff. , Shaking uncontrollably.

Fu Jin? Hongli? Could it be that Song Qingshu had an affair with the prince’s Fu Jin, Nan Lan suddenly fell into deep fear, one wave after another, he knew such a big secret, the ending was either by Song Qingshu or by Prince Bao. Suddenly collapsed.

Song Qingshu was confused and only felt the unique fragrance of the woman’s body from the tip of her nose. The softness in her hands was abnormally slippery, and her arms seemed to touch a soft body. She suddenly wanted to knit, and she pulled it hard. Pulling the other party into his arms, a mouth was put on the other party's face: "Youyou, I was so kind to you before, but you turned out to be like this and that way. I decided not to give in to you anymore."

Nan Lan dodges desperately. Hearing what he said, he was angry and funny: "You have admitted the wrong person, I am not your faint."

"How is it possible, except for Youyou, which woman can be so sweet and soft? In Yangzhou City, we have done everything we can do between husband and wife except for the last step. Don’t be shy. Today, I want to make up for that day. Regret." Song Qingshu arched her head in the skirt of her clothes, and she felt drunk suddenly.

"I heard another secret that shouldn't be heard." Nan Lan sighed and felt his movements. She flushed with shame and became angry in her heart, and bit his face with one bite.

"Ouch," Song Qingshu cried out painfully, "Youyou how do you bite me."

"Everyone said I'm not faint!" Nan Lan yelled in his ear with anger.

"Who are you?" Song Qingshu was stunned as soon as he heard it, stopped, raised his head and carefully looked at the woman's face in front of him.

"I'm Mrs. Tian." Nan Lan was very uncomfortable under him. Feeling the heat exhaled from the tip of his nose, she quickly turned her head and turned her face to one side.

"Who is Mrs. Tian?" Song Qingshu's eyes were puzzled.

"I'm Tian Guinong's wife Nan Lan!" Nan Lan bit her lower lip, turned her head and gave the man in front of her a vicious look, really wondering if he was really foolish or fake.

"Nanlan, I remember, that fair-skinned and beautiful girl~IndoMTL.com~The plump young woman with long legs and waist, hey, could it be thoughtful day by day, otherwise, how could I have such a dream? It's too dissonant." Song Qingshu stared at the woman under him, and said with a smirk.

"You are not dreaming!" Hearing this kind of evaluation in his mind, Nan Lan was almost mad. He thought he was a gentleman, but he was secretly beating his own ideas. After staring at him for a while, Nan Lan couldn't resist his aggressive gaze after all, and turned his gaze elsewhere.

"I hope this kind of dreams can be done every day." Song Qingshu lowered his head and kissed her cheek, only feeling very happy.

There was a strong masculine atmosphere all around, and was stabbed in the face by the scum on his jaw. Nan Lan felt a rush of heat between his legs. For a moment, there was even an impulse to let go of his body and mind and let him ravage him. , But the woman's shame still brought her back, calmly said: "Song Qingshu, I know you are awake."

"It's still seen." Song Qingshu's confused expression suddenly cleared, revealing two clear eyes.

"Then you still come down." Nan Lan only felt that he was overwhelmed with breath.

"Reluctant." Song Qingshu shook his head.