Flower Stealing Master

"I didn't forget it." Song Qingshu said jokingly. Before finding the treasure map, he had studied a large number of maps of Liaodong and calculated several locations based on the original plot. Naturally, he knew the terrain over there. Therefore, after seeing the real treasure map and confirming each other, it quickly came to mind.

"Big Brother Song, you are amazing," Shuang'er said with emotion, "You and Xiaobao are really different."

"What's the difference?" Song Qingshu was also curious about how Shuang'er would compare himself and Wei Xiaobao.

"Xiaobao is illiterate, but you never forget. Xiaobao doesn't know how to martial arts, but you martial arts... but you have one thing the same, that is, you are all very good to me." Both eyes showed a trace of confusion.

"If Little Treasure is not dead, would you choose me or him?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but ask, wishing to slap himself as soon as he said it. This kind of problem is similar to the "daughter-in-law and old lady falling into the water at the same time as the previous life QQ space." "Who do you save first" is as stupid as possible.

Sure enough, Shuang'er's complexion suddenly changed, and the blush on his face suddenly became pale after joy. After hesitating for a while, he murmured, "I'm sorry, Brother Song."

But Song Qingshu smiled open-mindedly: "Shuang'er, Brother Song is not good enough to ask this kind of question. I know your answer, you don't have to blame yourself, after all...the living can't compete with the dead." The next sentence was very loud. Light, I am afraid that only Song Qingshu can hear it.

"Big Brother Song, I want to be alone." Shuang'er grinned at him reluctantly.

The ambiguous atmosphere of Wenxiang Nuanyu has long since disappeared. Song Qingshu felt a touch of coldness in the bed and regretted it. He nodded and said, "Shuang'er, take a good rest. I will pick you up tomorrow morning and we will go to Brother Wei's grave. Worship before."

"Yeah." Shuang'er backed over, buried his head in the bed, and replied if there was nothing.

After getting dressed, looking back at the appearance of the pair on the bed, and knowing that she was now in deep guilt and self-blame, Song Qingshu gave herself a mouth and quietly turned out the window.

After returning home, Song Qingshu naturally did not have the interest to flirt Nanlan in the next room. He returned to the bedroom and began to practice Qi, practice the joyful meditation, and when the sky was bright, he got up and went to Shuang'er residence.

As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he was stunned to find that Nan Lan was helping Tian Guinong to walk slowly in the courtyard. A plain blue cotton skirt was a bit less plump and a bit more homey. The morning sun shines on her black hair, which is actually a bit dazzling.

"Go to farm, take your time, be careful." Nan Lan cautiously held Tian Guinong's arm, pulling him to move slowly.

Seeing her look like a good and considerate wife, a trace of regret suddenly flashed in Song Qingshu's heart.

"Master Song, it's been a long time." At this time Tian Guinong noticed him, and hurriedly folded his fists to say hello. Nan Lan's eyes on the side became a little flickering, and he quickly lowered his head and dared not look at him.

"Brother Tian's recovery from his injury is gratifying. I think it won't take long for him to live and live." Song Qingshu said.

Tian Guinong smiled bitterly? He smiled bitterly: "Brother Song is not clear about my situation, how can I... be alive and well. If you can regain martial arts, thank God."

"Brother Tian will be able to take care of her with such a caring wife." Song Qingshu looked at Nan Lan and smiled.

Nan Lan's heart tightened, she barely smiled, and nodded as a response.

"I have ordered my servants to buy a large amount of precious medicinal materials and store them in the mansion. I think it will help Brother Tian to recuperate his body." Song Qingshu said. ."

"How long are you going to go?" Nan Lan asked subconsciously, suddenly surprised, and quietly glanced at Tian Guinong's expression. Seeing that he didn't have the slightest suspicion, he continued, "Thank you, Master Song, for your care. We really don't think. Newspaper."

"I thought you didn't dare to talk to me," Song Qingshu whispered. Seeing Tian Guinong's ears moved, he quickly raised his voice and said, "Madam, why are you polite? Brother Tian has promised me to join my sticky post in the future. Brother is such a talented person, so Song naturally treats him as a guest. What's more, we are still friends."

Hearing what he said, Nan Lan glared fiercely, slandering in her heart: If Guinong knew what you did to me, you can see if he would treat you as a friend.

Tian Guinong naturally didn't know all of this, and now he was so downhearted, he could still receive such courtesy from Song Qingshu, and a touch of warmth rose in his heart because of his fragile nature.

Seeing Song Qingshu's figure disappearing outside the door, Tian Guinong sighed, "Lan'er, I am a useless person now, and I am afraid that I am still in your light if I can get such courtesy from Song Qingshu."

Nan Lan's heart jumped, and quickly said, "What nonsense you said, Brother Song naturally took a fancy to your abilities. I hope that one day you can help him and what it has to do with others."

Looking at his wife’s delicate face, Tian Guinong shook his head: "Song Qingshu is ten times more intelligent than me, and martial arts power is a hundred times more powerful than me. What is my ability to be admired by him? Lan'er, you are kind-hearted, no He understands the sinister heart. In my opinion, he is probably a drunkard who doesn't mean to drink."

Nan Lan's heart was extremely nervous, thinking that her husband had seen something, and said faintly: "No, I think Brother Song is obviously a gentleman..." At this point, Nan Lan paused and took a sip in her heart. Then he continued, "Furthermore, he is an important court official, how can he look at others' inferior flowers and defeated willows... Hey, do you think he is looking at Qingwen?"

Tian Guinong shook his head and said, "Although Qingwen is a little bit charming, how can he be as beautiful as you. In the past, in Shengjing City, a senior official and nobleman saw you. It was not a blind eye."

Nan Lan pretended to be angry and said: "The son of Song is kind to take care of us, but you save the abdomen of a gentleman with a villain."

"Lan'er, don't be angry," Tian Guinong said with a smile, "This is a defensive heart. Hey, this is actually not a bad thing. You are too beautiful, and I have no power and power to protect you now. He If you have a heart for you, I will naturally protect you..."

"The more you talk, the more ridiculous!" Nan Lan sipped, and stopped, "Could it be that people covet your wife, are you so generous?"

"Of course not before, but now I..." Tian Guinong's tone was filled with endless sadness.

"Going back to farming, don't think about that, I will always be with you." Nan Lan comforted his hand.

Tian Guinong nodded nonchalantly, his eyes gleaming, he didn't know what he was thinking.

...

Looking at the plaque at the gate of the Viscount’s mansion, Song Qingshu was a little lost. He could sneak in at night to steal incense and jade. He naturally didn’t dare to make trouble during the day. Song Qingshu only walked in after passing it through.

I fought for a long time last night, and then fell into endless grief. When we met today, there was a trace of fatigue on both faces. Song Qingshu exchanged greetings with her for a while, and then proposed to go to the city with her as agreed last night. Worship in front of Bao's grave.

"Big Brother Song, please wait a moment, I'll send someone to prepare the paper money for incense candles." Song Qingshu's answer was relieved. After the trouble last night, he was worried that Shuang'er would not go today.

To cremate the treasure map in front of Wei Xiaobao's grave, Song Qingshu's main purpose was to play down Wei Xiaobao's shadow in Shuang'er's heart. The treasure map was embroidered on the clothes of Shuang'er. Such a close-fitting object can be seen as soon as Shuang'er sleeps. It is inevitable that he will see things and think about people. Wei Xiaobao's shadow will only get heavier. Once it is burned, Shuang'er will gradually forget Wei Xiaobao after a long time. After all, time is the cure for all pain.

"Big Brother Song, I won't go. Last time you saved me and Shuang'er, I haven't thanked you well. I will cook a few wines and vegetables at home personally, and when you come back, I will treat you well." Fang Yi stood up and said.

Song Qingshu saw that Fang Yi was still as soft and charming as she first saw, and she had a pretty face that was both upset and joyful, and she cried out strangely in her heart: this woman is nothing like her husband who just died.

On the way to the outskirts of the city, Song Qingshu couldn't help but approach Shuang'er and asked, "Shuang'er, why didn't Fang Yi come to worship Wei Xiaobao together?" Although he felt that burning the treasure map in Fang Yi's face would be a hindrance, but It is even more strange that she is not coming.

Shuang'er was worried about being seen, and was a bit far away from Song Qingshu subconsciously. When she discovered that the two girls, Taohong Liulu, were not by their side, but tacitly followed behind several feet away, they could not help but stomped their feet secretly, and had to answer: "Ms. Fang always looked down on Xiaobao in her heart... She is a well-known chivalrous woman in the martial arts, and she is beautiful, so she naturally looks down on Xiaobao who was born as a gangster. Because of the situation, she acquiesced in the name Xiaobao eldest wife, but She had never regarded Xiaobao as her husband in her heart. Judging from her look, I am afraid that she will leave the Viscount Mansion after banqueting Big Brother Song today... She and Xiaobao have been together for a short time, and she still can’t fully feel Xiaobao. The advantages of her, so with this choice, I will not blame her."

"Shuang'er, you are really kind-hearted." Song Qingshu thought of the original work. Fang Yi also lied to Wei Xiaobao several times and almost killed him. Later, after several hardships, I realized that Wei Xiaobao was really good to her, so I became Wei Xiaobao's wife willingly. The relationship between the two hasn't progressed yet, so naturally it won't be as sad as Shuang'er.

"How can I blame her." Shuang'er sighed faintly.

"Shuang'er, it's all my fault." Song Qingshu knew that she felt sorry for Wei Xiaobao, and quickly persuaded her.

"Big Brother Song, you have never forced me anything. All of this is my own willingness, and it is your fault." Shuang'er smiled, stretched out their little hands, and touched every word on the tombstone in front of them. , Muttered to himself, "Xiaobao, I'm sorry..."

Looking at the tomb in front of him, Song Qingshu stood behind Shuang'er and said secretly, "Brother Wei, you and I are actually the same passer-by. Even if we didn't do the last time, we would still be enemies after all, so I never regretted doing that. . I promise you that you will take good care of the twins. You and the princess are below, I don’t know if the grievances in your lifetime have been resolved..."