Chapter 122: The Night of Turbulent Minds (1)

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"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the search in the palace is very tight now. They don't dare to come in here. If you go out and get caught by them, I have no time to save you; Now, of course I won't go to your husband either."

Song Qingshu threatened with false words. It is estimated that everyone in the palace will know that the people of the Red Flower Society have been rescued soon. If Luo Bing goes out and hears something, it will be very bad.

"Well." Luo Bing nodded meekly, and suddenly said with a twisted expression: "You... do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten all day."

Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of her, Song Qingshu laughed dumbly, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of cakes in it. The filial piety of Shang Shanjian came here, feel free to eat them. Oh yes, if you don't mind, don't You can cook some porridge for me, I don't know why, after the injury, I really want to drink that thing."

Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said: "Can this be considered as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat me as a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? ?"

"It's next door, but I don't have any other ingredients besides ordering rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smiling in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu was lost for a moment.

"Hurry up and heal your wounds, I'm going to make porridge first." Luo Bing picked up a few pieces of snacks from the cabinet and held them in his arms, and helped him close the door.

Song Qingshu's expression became solemn, and he began to use the Jiuyin Zhenjing to heal his wounds.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, and the tip of his nose smelled a fresh aroma of rice.

"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly with a handkerchief holding a small pot. After placing it on the table, she couldn't help pinching the earlobe with her scalded fingers.

Seeing the young daughter's attitude suddenly revealed by the other party, Song Qingshu said with a smile, "Is it really effective to have your earlobe pinched?"

"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his fingers embarrassedly, "This is how my mother taught me since I was a child."

Luo Bing brought a bowl of porridge to the bed and handed it to him: "You have an internal injury. Drinking some hot porridge is good for your injury."

Looking at the other party's soft weed, which was whiter and tenderer than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu said with envy, "Sir Wen is really lucky to have such a beautiful and capable wife, who can kill the enemy with a pair of knives, and make soup with his hands while wearing an apron. soup."

"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being rude." Luo Bing bit her lip and said, she is an ancient woman, how can she stand such straightforward and enthusiastic praise from Song Qingshu. Of course, everyone likes to listen to pretty words, but Luo Bing couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

"I'm also called frivolous?" Song Qingshu really felt wronged now, and he wanted to replace those jokes in the previous life, you can't shout rape?

Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked strangely, "Did you poison it?"

"Don't eat and pull it down." Luo Bing angrily wanted to take the bowl back, but Song Qingshu's reaction was so quick that he shrank back subconsciously. As soon as he grabbed it, Luo Bing's center of gravity was unstable, and he was about to fall on Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was naturally happy to see it happen, but he just barely embraced it with open arms. How could Luo Bing do what he wanted? After all, he was a martial artist. With a twist of his waist, he froze in mid-air, and then slowly raised his body again.

"I like it or not!" Luo Bing was a little embarrassed, and stopped trying to grab the bowl in his hand.

"Of course I have to eat it, how could Song fail to live up to the kindness of his wife." After a bowl of hot porridge, Song Qingshu only felt that Dantian's infuriating energy seemed to be a little more active, and his spirit was shocked, and he quickly recovered.

Song Qingshu opened his eyes again from the meditation, looking at the bright sky outside, he couldn't help but wonder, "Why haven't the two of them come back, is there something wrong?"

Luo Bing rested his cheeks in his hands and was dozing off by the table. Hearing his voice, he was startled and woke up. He said, "I don't know either." She knew where she was going, but Li Yuanzhi never came back.

Feeling that the injury had recovered seven or eight percent, Song Qingshu jumped off the bed, "I went out to find them, and by the way, I notified Shangshan Supervisor to bring some food over. The dim sum thing, if you eat too much, you will get tired."

Luo Bing nodded and watched Song Qingshu disappear outside the door. At that moment, she suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. She seemed like a wife watching her husband go out.

After coming out of Shangshan Prison, Song Qingshu searched the palace with a solemn expression. At first, he thought that Xia Qingqing could no longer hold back, and went to assassinate Kangxi. How could he have asked Duolong about it, except for himself, the posing rebellion last night. Apart from saving the Safflower Club, there was no news of other assassins.

Next, Song Qingshu thought that Xia Qingqing was lost in the palace. Although she felt that she should not be so brainless, the palace was too big after all, and Song Qingshu was not sure. Using his current identity to cover up, he found it in the palace.

As a result, it continued until the sun went down, and he didn't find any trace of Xia Qingqing. Suddenly thinking of a certain possibility, Song Qingshu's face darkened, and he returned to his residence in a hurry.

"What did you say to Xia Qingqing yesterday?" Opening the door, Song Qingshu didn't notice Luo Bing's face and asked with a gloomy face.

Unexpectedly, Luo Bing did not answer his question, but raised a piece of paper in his hand, and his voice was as cold as ice: "What is this?"

When Song Qingshu touched the front of his clothes, his face changed slightly. It turned out that he accidentally left the wife gift book from Wentai on the bed when he was healing yesterday.

The matter has come to this point, Song Qingshu no longer makes senseless excuses, but calmly said: "Madam is not an illiterate village woman in the mountains, why should you ask for it knowingly."

"Okay, okay!" Luo Bing's lips were trembling with anger, "This is indeed the fourth brother's note. What despicable and shameless method did you use to make him write this?"

"No matter how despicable and shameless the methods I used, the most important thing is that Wen Tailai did write this," Song Qingshu glanced at Luo Bing, "It seems that Madam is not that important to him."

Every word Song Qingshu said was engraved in Luo Bing's heart like a sharp blade. Women are emotional animals, and many times they don't care about the matter itself, but care about some things that men find inexplicable.

From Wentai's point of view, he was purely trying to save the brothers of the Safflower Society. Even if Luo Bing knew, he would have understood his actions.

Luo Bing was indeed as he wished. As soon as she saw the letter, she was smart and restored the situation of Song Qingshu's forcing Wentai to come. However, her attention was not here, but as Song Qingshu said, No matter what the husband's difficulties were, the fact is that he gave up on himself and gave himself to another man!

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