Flower Stealing Master

With long thin eyebrows and curved corners of the mouth, if Di Yun is here, she must not help but sigh that Junior Sister’s face is plumper than a few years ago, and it is also more white and tender and gorgeous.

However, Wan Gui didn't have the interest in pitying Yu Yu. Hearing his wife's words, his expression changed. Huo Ran got up and pushed her away: "What do you mean by harming men? What do you know about men?"

Qi Fang smiled sadly: "I'm from a mountainous country and I don't have much knowledge, but I can still distinguish between black and white. I know more or less what you are doing today. Even the people in the rivers and lakes are not ashamed of hurting others, grandpa. Acting for the prime minister of the imperial court, but doing everything you can, not only did you not discourage you, but instead acted as a tiger..."

"Snapped!"

With a loud slap, a red palm print suddenly appeared on Qi Fang's white and tender face.

"Shut up!" Wan Gui glanced out of the window in horror, and when he saw that there was no one near the room, he relieved his heart, turned his head and glared at his wife, "What do you know? , Has been living in the rivers and lakes again, if you don’t want to try to please grandpa, how will you gain a foothold in the family in the future."

"What does it matter if we can't get a foothold? The big deal is that we return to Jingzhou City to live in seclusion. Is the family happy?" Despite the grievances in her heart, Qi Fang walked over with tears and took her husband's arm, hoping to soften his iron stone with tenderness. Hearted.

"Women's opinion!" Wan Gui waved his hand and snorted coldly. "My grandfather, as the current prime minister, is worth less than 10,000 people. What a dignity is that I can do things casually under his command, better than other people. It's still useful to study hard for ten years in the cold window. Back to Jingzhou? Even a prefect in Ling Tuisi district can win us at that time. I don't want to live this kind of aggrieved life."

A deep disappointment flashed in Qi Fang's eyes, and she finally understood that the gap between the two people's opinions in this regard was too great to reconcile. Although she hadn’t read many books, she was kind-hearted and distinguished right from wrong. When she first learned that her husband’s grandfather was Wan Tusao who killed Yue Fei that year, she suddenly felt like the sky was falling, but she He has always abide by women's way, adhering to the concept of marrying a chicken and a dog and a dog, and can only endure all this silently. However, in the past two years, she did not less persuade her husband to leave, but every time the couple broke up.

"I'll be back to Lin'an early tomorrow morning. I want water spinach." Qi Fang suddenly said. Convolvulus is the daughter of her and Wan Gui. The reason for the strange name is to commemorate Di Yun. The nickname given to Di Yun when he was a childhood sweetheart. Of course Wan Kyu didn't know the reason, otherwise he would let his daughter use someone else's man's name.

"We still have things to deal with when we stay here, where can we go tomorrow!" Wan Gui always feels a little uneasy when he thinks that Song Qingshu is still on the run, but seeing his wife's miserable expression, he can't help but feel soft, knowing Letting her stay here is just suffering, "Well, I will send you back tomorrow."

The reason why I brought her to Yangzhou this time was to pretend to be a family to go out and to deceive the eyes and ears of the caring people in Lin'an. Now the overall situation in Yangzhou has been set, and I have met with Han Dongzhe and his party. There is no need to hide anymore. So it’s okay to let her go back, so as not to stay here and nag her every day.

The original plan was successful today, Wan Guizhi was so proud, he planned to come to his wife to have some affection while healed. Who knew that the other party was a lot of clichés, which made him totally uninterested, and promised to send her back to Lin'an tomorrow. Left with a disappointed look.

The gloomy expression on her husband's departure appeared in her mind. The more Qi Fang thought about it, the more sad she became. She fell on the bed and burst into tears.

If Song Qingshu knows that the culprit of his husband and wife is at odds, he will definitely clap his hands and cheer, but unfortunately he has no time to think about other things at the moment. After all, he is very poisonous. With the violent running, Jin Bo Xunhuazhi who was originally calm Poison ran out to cause trouble again, Song Qingshu gradually felt a numbness in his limbs, and sometimes he even had an illusion that he only had consciousness left, and he could no longer feel his body.

"Quick, over there!"

Realizing that the chasing soldiers are getting closer and closer to him, Song Qingshu has also been on the battlefield. Judging from the whistling of the chasing soldiers, he soon realized that the people behind had been divided into two groups. The horses and men circled to the front to block.

Knowing that it would be futile to run further, Song Qingshu simply stopped, just seeing a hidden cave not far away, and struggling to ran in.

He made some branches to cover the entrance of the cave, Song Qingshu completely limp, and the things that can be done by waving his sleeves on weekdays, he didn't expect that he would be killed now.

He has already figured it out. Either the chaser is blind and he didn't find the cave, then everything will be fine. Of course, this possibility is very slim. Since the other party is searching for himself, he will definitely not let go of every bush, how can he ignore it? this place.

But even if it is discovered, it’s nothing. Anyway, there is no way to escape. Rather than being surrounded by enemies in all directions, it’s better to use the terrain of the cave to become a man. Although he knows that his life will not last long, he uses the terrain of the cave. A few people can be buried before death.

"It's time to leave a last word..."

A thought suddenly popped into his mind, and Song Qingshu was silent for a while.

I heard this sentence when I watched "Brother Haier" in my previous life. At that time, the alien on Easter Island waited for his companion’s spacecraft to pick him up all his life. Knowing that the deadline was approaching, he said to himself. words.

When I watched it at the time, I didn't think there was anything, but now I think of Song Qingshu, but can't help but resonate deeply. Like the alien, he is also a passer-by in this world, and he was extremely desolate when he was dying.

"Since the Alien brother used the Easter stone statue to leave his last words before dying, I also left something to prove that I have existed in this world." Song Qingshu took out a roll of white cloth from his arms and took it out and burned it with charcoal. The charcoal pen made, but he hesitated when he wrote.

The last words are for the closest person, but he has no heirs, and there are many confidantes, but if everyone has to write, there is not so much time and no such big white cloth.

Since it's not good for anyone to leave it out, let them hate me together.

On the contrary, it is a magical skill. It would be a pity if you bury it in the ground with yourself...

Song Qingshu can finally understand why so many protagonists in the middle school always get the martial arts secrets of the senior master every time they fall off the cliff or enter a cave, because he is now a dying senior master, and he really doesn't want to see the magic and I die with myself.

Because there was some space in the white cloth, after thinking about it, he finally decided to write the mantra of the joyful meditation on it. Who knows that just after writing a few paragraphs, there was a clamor of chasing soldiers not far from the cave.

"Hey, there is no time." Song Qingshu noticed that Jinbo Xunhua's poison had flowed into his limbs, and now he could not even hold the charcoal pen in his hand, so he closed his eyes with fate.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly appeared in my ears: "Hey, is this the kind of martial arts that hurt me... last time I was embarrassed?" ——

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