Flower Stealing Master

Seeing his promise, Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. With Fu'er by the side, he should have no other thoughts.

She was already seriously ill, and she barely managed to stay awake with a breath of breath before, but now the breath vented, and a sense of fatigue surged up in an instant.

"Dawu Xiaowu, you should guard outside the yard, and no one is allowed to disturb." Huang Rong felt his head become more and more dizzy, and hurriedly added.

"Yes, Madam." Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru bowed, then slowly retreated.

Song Qingshu told Guo Fu: "Throw the veil into boiling water and soak it, don't add cold water in it."

Guo Fu was startled: "Mother, she has a fever, shouldn't she put a cold kerchief on her forehead?"

"That's just a temporary cure. I want to cure the root cause." Song Qingshu explained.

Guo Fu nodded, seemingly understandable, and quickly twisted the towel out of the hot water, making her hot and whispering: "Big Brother Song, it's so hot, won't you burn my mother?"

Song Qingshu took the towel from her hot red hand. His skill was high enough and he was naturally not afraid of this temperature: "Don't worry, it's just right."

"Just right?" Guo Fu obviously didn't understand.

"Ms. Guo, you are tired from your busy schedule, so let's take a rest by the side." Song Qingshu said.

"No, I'm not tired." Guo Fu shook his head. In fact, she was a little tired, but now her mother is so seriously ill, how can she sleep.

"No, you are tired." Song Qingshu's voice suddenly added a few strange accents.

Guo Fu found that the opponent's eyes were as dark as ink, as if they had endless magical power, and soon his eyes became confused: "Well, I really want to sleep."

Then he came to the table and sat down, lying on the table and soon fell asleep.

Huang Rong was about to fall asleep, but she suddenly noticed something wrong. When she looked this way, she suddenly exclaimed, "What did you do to her?"

"It's nothing, just let her sleep for a while." Song Qingshu replied.

"The Great Soul Transfer Method." Huang Rong was also familiar with the Jiuyin Scriptures, and immediately reacted, subconsciously grasping the quilt tightly to her chest, "What are you going to do?"

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly: "Why do you have to be so scared?"

Huang Rong's face turned red, and her mind with a seven-hole exquisite heart turned much faster than ordinary people, and she quickly thought of another meaning of eating.

Song Qingshu went on to say: "Your root cause is in that place. It will be difficult to hide it when you are treated later. Guo Fu saw it on the side. I will treat such a secret disease, especially when she will inevitably have contact. No matter how stupid it is, it feels a bit wrong."

Huang Rong became sober a lot in an instant: "Do you still want to contact?"

"Madam, don't want to be crooked." Seeing her exaggerated reaction, Song Qingshu was speechless for a while, and threw the towel in his hand over, "You put this towel on the painful swelling area, and I will mention it again when the blood is activated. Only by dredging the veins can you get twice the result with half the effort."

After a pause, he laughed: "Isn't this just contact? If Guo Fu sees you laying there, how are you going to explain it to her then?"

Huang Rong opened her mouth, knowing that what he said was reasonable, but she was quickly taken aback by the hot towel in her hand: "It's so hot, wouldn't it...should it be broken?"

"No," Song Qingshu replied with certainty, "Madam forget that I have experience in this area?"

Huang Rong thought of him mentioning that he had treated others for similar symptoms, and couldn't help but snorted: "The king of Qi really has a lot of friends."

Hearing the sarcasm in her tone, Song Qingshu could only pretend to ignore: "You should put on heat quickly, otherwise the effect will be bad after the towel cools down."

Huang Rong did feel very uncomfortable now, and coupled with the serious consequences that the other party could cause if it was not treated in time, she was also a little scared, so she silently took the towel into the bed.

But suddenly she thought of something, and hurriedly said: "You turn around quickly."

Song Qingshu couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister, are you in the quilt, how do I look through the thick quilt? When I have see-through eyes?"

"You are so high in martial arts, who knows if you can really see through." Huang Rong couldn't help but chuckle as she said. She also realized that she was too exaggerated. Can martial arts reach the point of perspective? It's not human anymore.

She has been stern-faced since just now. At this moment, a smile suddenly bloomed, as if the ice and snow were beginning to melt and the flowers were in full bloom. In addition, because of her body heat, the two families were blushing. At this time, she looked really beautiful.

Seeing the other party staring straight at her, Huang Rong's heart jumped wildly, turning her head with some guilty conscience, "What are you looking at?"

Song Qing couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Madam is so beautiful. It really makes people look at it for a lifetime."

Huang Rong actually dislikes people with frivolous words, such as Ouyang Ke back then, who talked about beauty and sweet talk, was even better than him. I don't know why, when Ouyang Ke was so rhetoric in front of her, she only felt that her face was abominable, but Song Qingshu was the same, but it was difficult for her to really hate it.

"Could it be that his tone is more sincere?" Huang Rong hurriedly suppressed the thoughts that had arisen in her mind, and deliberately scowled: "I still hope that King Qi will be self-respect, otherwise I will call someone, and Wu Xiaowu will be outside."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, no longer continued such offensive words, and directly changed the subject: "Has the madam put it on? If you don't feel it hot, change it immediately." While talking, he twisted another towel and handed it over.

Huang Rong opened her red lips slightly and said nothing after all. She stretched out a white jade arm from the bed and took the towel in his hand.

Song Qingshu spread his hand: "Give me the one just now. I will soak in the hot water again."

Huang Rong's face was hot, and she hurriedly said, "Uh... how can I give it to you." What a joke, how can it be handed over to another man after just pasting it on her most private part? Thinking about this, she suddenly realized that these towels were all given to her through the other's hand, wouldn't it be that the other's hand indirectly touched...

Her heart was beating wildly, and she hurriedly stopped her random thoughts, thinking that she was not the daughter of those who did not come out of the pavilion, how come the little deer bumped into each other.

Song Qingshu was also a little stunned, and couldn't help sighing: "Madam, there are no outsiders here now. Given the relationship between us, why should you stick to this."

Huang Rong hurriedly sipped: "What do I have to do with you!" But even though she said so, she didn't hide her ears and steals the bell in her actions. She blushed and handed out the towel she had applied before.

Song Qingshu walked to the bed and looked down at the charming young woman who was shrunk in the bed: "It should be almost done. Let's start now."