Flower Stealing Master

Kaifeng was not far from Mount Song, Song Qingshu rushed all the way, and arrived at his destination that evening.

"Go away, go away! Are you able to enter the house of the Lord Jiduzhe?" The guard at the door waved impatiently. He greeted and sent him here every day. Almost everyone who has friendship with his host knows, Song Qingshu is really good. Miansheng, not to mention that he is still dressed as a Han, and the guards look down on him even more.

Song Qingshu secretly smiled bitterly, it is really good to see the king, the little devil is difficult to deal with. There was a courtyard wall that could not stop him at first, but his trip was to ask for help from others, so it was not easy to be sneaky, so he decided to visit him in an open manner.

"I really know your wife, handsome guy, look at my pure and innocent smile, do I look like a liar?" Song Qingshu reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and said sly.

The guard snorted, "If you look like it, how can you deceive someone? You Han are the most cunning, and I won't be fooled by you."

Song Qingshu almost couldn't help but slap him to death, but as the saying goes, hitting a dog depends on the owner. He and Mrs. Tang have a relationship with each other. The second time they met, they killed her men. It was too unreasonable.

But Song Qingshu had tried countless times, but the person in front of him was not invaded, causing him to burst into flames, and even planned to shout out Madam Tang directly with a lion roar.

In the end, Song Qingshu stopped this tempting idea, and kept persuading himself with Leihuo's words-we must convince people with morals, and with morals!

"You give this thing to your wife, she will naturally know who I am.??" Song Qingshu finally thought of a way, took a dagger from his arms and handed it over.

This dagger was the chastity guard given to him by Mrs. Tang. Seeing that the dagger was so sharp, Song Qingshu kept taking it with him for emergencies, but he didn't expect it to be put in great use now.

"Here!" The guard's eyes straightened. The few gems inlaid on the outside of this dagger were extremely precious at first sight, and he also recognized that this dagger was owned by the Jurchen nobles, so he couldn't help but **** up. With a sigh of relief, could this little white face really know his wife?

"This prince, we are also where our duties are. I hope that prince will not mind." The guard changed his face immediately. "If you are a little one, go to the wife, please wait here for a while."

Song Qingshu nodded slightly, and didn't mind his pros and cons.

When the guard left, he smiled coldly and thought to himself: "I'm being polite to you now just in case. If the lady doesn't recognize this thing by then, you will look good!"

Song Qingshu didn't pay attention to the guard's face. The two were not at the same level. Does the elephant need to care about the ants?

After standing at the door for a short time, the door of Jiedu's mansion opened immediately, and a group of people hurriedly greeted him. First, one person shrugged and shrugged, with a peach blossom face. It was the charming Madam Tang.

"My son, it's really you!" Seeing Song Qingshu's appearance, Madam Tang's expression suddenly became excited, and she rushed over and held Song Qingshu's hand in her arms, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

The soft touch of the other's chest came from the back of her hand. Song Qingshu's face was a little embarrassed. He suddenly noticed that there was a tall man standing beside her, with bronze muscles, full face and beard, wearing a felt hat on his head, and a sturdy face. The air is oncoming.

Song Qingshu was shocked. Seeing this person's clothes and faint spirit, it was definitely not a servant of Jiedu's mansion. Could this be Mrs. Tang's husband-Chongyi Jun's Jiedu?

Song Qingshu subconsciously withdrew his hands. Although he was always absurd, he still couldn't do it to take advantage in front of other people's husbands in full view.

Perceiving Song Qingshu's movements, Madam Tang's eyes flashed with loss, and she glanced at him with a vengeful look: "How did the son and me have a relationship?"

"You are quite courageous, and dare to make such waves in front of your husband!"

Song Qing slandered, but there was a smile on his face: "Ma'am, is this Lord Jidushi?"

Mrs. Tang was startled first, and then reacted. Then she understood what Song Qingshu was worried about. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile: "The son is too worried. He is not a family husband, but my brother. At that time, the deputy left in front of the palace would check-Tang Kuo. debate."

"The left deputy in front of the hall is checking?" Song Qingshu was shocked. Jin and Manqing are brothers. He stayed in Manqing for so long, and he had a little knowledge of the situation of Jin. This position is in charge of the palace guards. , The relationship is very important.

However, Song Qingshu quickly became weird. Why are these brothers and sisters different in their style of painting? The younger sister is charming and charming, but the older brother is three big and five thick. How can he look like brothers and sisters? The world is so big, there are no surprises.

"This must be the savior that my sister often mentions. Today, I finally got a glimpse of the true face of Lushan, and he really shows his talent!" Tang Kuo argued and laughed, but Song Qingshu could detect a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Hey, being too handsome is also a burden." Song Qingshu secretly spit out a few words. This Tang Kuobian apparently regarded himself as a little white face, thinking that he was the face of his sister, only when Mrs. Tang deliberately was there for her lover. Bragging in front of him.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly and didn't say anything. He couldn't run over and tell him that he could not get up on the ground if he could call it with one palm.

"Walk around, let's talk about it when we enter the house." Madam Tang grabbed Song Qingshu's hand and walked to the mansion. She didn't know that she was only hit by Song Qingshu's soul-shifting method last time. The two did not have that much of.

But Zhao Min sacrificed a bit last time, so Madam Tang recalled afterwards that the night was quite wonderful, but in her memory the other party was Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu left without saying goodbye the next day. She had been grieving for a long time, but now she finally met again, for fear that he would be gone again, so she held on tightly.

In front of her old brother, Song Qingshu was not as open as her, and found an opportunity to quietly ask in Mrs. Tang's ear: "Your husband..."

Mrs. Tang smiled charmingly, and a bow of Qiushui glanced at him, with a variety of styles: "Don't worry, he won't be at home these days."

Song Qingshu couldn't help but cursed secretly in her heart by her small charming eyes, "What a fairy!"

When Song Qingshu came, the two brothers and sisters were preparing to start the banquet. Now it happens that there is no need to prepare for the banquet. The brothers and sisters took Song Qingshu and entered the table.

In front of Tang Kuo's defense, Song Qingshu was thinking about how to find an opportunity in private to ask Mrs. Tang about Song Yuanqiao and their whereabouts, and the two brothers and sisters came to him one after another to toast.

Madam Tang had a charming face, and her peach blossom eyes almost seeped water when she toasted. The relationship between the two was there, Song Qingshu could understand. But Tang Kuo argued that I'm not familiar with you. Your black uncle, who is three big and five thick, also frequently toasts. What is it?

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