Flower Stealing Master Chapter 682: Fall in a trap


"Song Daxia..." Mrs. Tang frowned and seemed to be thinking, but in the end she shook her head, "My son, the concubine has been away from the capital for a long time, and the news is not clear before. Song Daxia's concubine did not hear about it. What's the matter? Let’s do it, I’ll go back and ask my brother later."

Song Qingshu also feels that Tang Kuobian is more likely to know, but when Mrs. Tang goes to inquire, he can't help but feel a little worried: "Will this arouse his suspicion?"

Ms. Tang smiled and said: "Don't worry, people don't have any other skills. Dealing with men is not a piece of cake."

Song Qingshu has a weird face, thinking that this man is your own brother, can you still use the usual methods against men to deal with him?

&≯≯≯, .+≈.︾p; Seeing him still worried, Mrs. Tang continued: “Don’t worry too much, not to mention that you have become brothers of the opposite sex. Even if he knows about it, it’s no big deal. , The father of the son is his father, and he also has the responsibility to save him."

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said: "As the saying goes, everyone is the owner. I don't want to make it difficult for him. I'd better keep it from him."

"The son is really a gentleman!" Madam Tang couldn't help sighing, but she quickly thought of the other party's methods between the bedclothes, and her face flushed, and she secretly added that she was just a lustful gentleman.

The two have been strolling outside for most of the day, and spent a lot of time in the inn. When they returned to the mansion, the sky was getting darker.

At this moment, Tang Kuobian had already gotten up, and seeing the two walk in intimately, there was no surprise. Instead, he patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder and smiled: "Brother, it’s okay, I’ll take me so soon. The beautiful girl is getting started?"

Song Qingshu looked embarrassed and didn't know how to respond. After all, Mrs. Tang was a married woman.

Tang Kuobian saw his uncomfortableness and couldn't help but smile: "Brother, don't think about it, I sincerely hope that you will be my brother-in-law. I've seen him not pleasing to my eyes a long time ago."

The black ribbon in Tang Kuobian's mouth is exactly the husband of Mrs. Tang, the current Chongyi Army Jiedu envoy of the Kingdom of Jin.

Ms. Tang couldn't help but yelled: "Big Brother, I'm making fun of others again."

The three of them had a good time and chatted, and soon it was time for the dinner party. Perhaps it was because Song Qing had a hangover today and Song Qing's writing was as usual. Tang Kuo argued that he was very faceless, so he picked up Song Qingshu again. Fighting for wine.

Song Qingshu couldn't laugh or cry at once, but he thought about waiting for the other party to get drunk, Madam Tang would be more convenient to take the opportunity to inquire about information, so he did not refuse.

It’s just that even though the two of them drank a lot, they still couldn’t detect any valuable information from Tang Kuobian’s mouth. Song Qingshu couldn’t help but secretly startled: Now there are two possibilities for this situation, one is that Tang Kuobian really I don't know anything, and the other is that the other party's mind is not as rough as he is on the surface, and he can keep his tone even when he is drunk.

Always unable to detect the information, Song Qingshu became depressed, and when drinking, his emotions also had a great influence on the amount of alcohol. It didn’t take long for Song Qingshu to feel that the world was spinning, knowing that he was absolutely fragmented after drinking, and hurried to Tang Kuo. Defend defeat.

Tang Kuobian was not much better. Seeing that the other party took the initiative to give in, he couldn't ask for it. She didn't have trouble with him, and let Mrs. Tang help Song Qingshu to go back to rest.

Fighting with Mrs. Tang for one day and one night caused Song Qingshu's physical exertion to be exhausted, and then argued with Tang Kuo for two days. So when Song Qingshu returned to the room, he couldn't support it anymore and fell asleep with his head buried.

Ms. Tang took off his clothes and shoes and socks for him, covered him with a quilt, and looked at the sleeping man in front of her, she couldn't help but smiled knowingly: "Being so fierce in bed on weekdays, it looks pretty cute now. ."

After a while, Mrs. Tang got up and went back to the room to rest. After all, she had been tossed for two nights. Now she is still a little bit soft. If Song Qingshu wakes up later, she wants to take advantage of her alcoholic sex. Make people live.

After the three masters rested, the whole Jiedu suddenly fell into a strange tranquility.

In the darkness, more than a dozen people in black sneaked out of a secluded courtyard wall in Jiedu's Mansion, and the burly man at the head whispered to everyone: "If we miss a hit this time, we will run away immediately. Don’t fall in love with war! Everyone’s safety matters."

"Guo Daxia, we understand!" Everyone bowed their hands.

The big man turned his head and whispered to the petite and slender man in black, "Rong'er, remember to follow me later."

"Okay, Brother Jing." The man in black has a clear and sweet voice, and it turns out to be a woman.

These people are just a team of masters led by Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

"Action!" Guo Jing made a gesture and took the lead over the courtyard wall. The remaining dozens of people followed and also sneaked in silently.

They had planned for a long time, and Tang Kuobian's residence was naturally clear. Guo Jing appeared silently behind the guard at the door like a night owl, and solved the opponent when the opponent did not respond.

"You stay outside, Rong'er, come in with me to kill Tang Kuobian!" Guo Jing arranged everything and sneaked into the room with Huang Rong.

The room was full of alcohol, and Tang Kuo's snoring sound on the bed was thunderous. Huang Rong couldn't help showing a trace of disgust: "Let him die in his sleep~IndoMTL.com~ It's too cheap for this dog thief. "

Guo Jing shook his head: "Don't let out branches." After that, he slapped the man on the bed with a palm.

Guo Jing Jianglong's eighteen palms are so good. One palm, the man on the bed broke his sternum, and he couldn't live anymore, but Guo Jing's face changed drastically: "It's not good, I won!"

Huang Rong’s eyes were sharp, and I saw Guo Jing’s palm blood flowing. It turned out to be penetrated by a steel needle. Through the moonlight, the steel needle was shining with a blue lustre, which was obviously poisonous. Fortunately, Guo Jing had taken it. The blood of the medicine snake has a certain resistance to the poison of the world, otherwise the poison on it will immediately kill him.

At this time, the subordinates arranged outside also heard screams. Guo Jing looked solemn and wanted to rush out as soon as he grabbed Huang Rong's arm.

It's just that the board under the bed burst at this time, and a figure shot out from the bottom of the bed.

Guo Jing has gone through hundreds of battles, but he is not confused, and hastily turned around to stop the opponent. The two palms in succession. Guo Jing suffered a loss in palm strength due to an injury on his hand. He retreated a few steps before standing again. Stabilize your figure.

Huang Rong hurriedly took out a dog stick to protect Guo Jing's side, only then could he see the opposite person, with a high nose and deep eyes, a brownish-yellow face, full of vigor, eyes like a sword like a sword, very sharp, Huang Rong couldn't help but startle. Call: "Ouyang Feng!"

Ouyang Feng grinned: "Thanks to you, my Kelly died in Huangquan, and the old man has been crazy for more than ten years. This account will be settled together with your husband and wife today."

Huang Rong has appeared again, this time you guess she can still defend herself like a jade?

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