Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 6 Surprisingly Angry

Looking affectionately at Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji couldn't help lowering his head and kissed her little cherry mouth.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's face getting closer and closer to her, Zhou Zhiruo had the feeling of rapid heartbeat. At this moment, she knew that her unforgettable love for Zhang Wuji might not be forgotten in this life.

When the two lips were about to touch, Zhou Zhiruo turned her head to the side, pushed open Wuji's chest, took the opportunity to step back three feet, her cheeks were stained with a faint red, and she looked at him angrily: "You already have it. Your princess, I am already married as another wife. What do you want to do in this way!"

"I don't know," Zhang Wuji shook his head painfully, "I really love you so much, I can't bear to go on separate sides from this day and become a passerby with you."

Hearing Zhang Wuji saying that he loved her, Zhou Zhiruo's heart beat and bit her lip: "What about Zhao Min?"

"I love too!" Song Qingshu didn't expect Zhang Wuji, who has always been emotionally indecisive, to be so straightforward this time. Zhou Zhiruo also laughed angrily: "Then what do you come to me for!"

Zhang Wuji tore off his coat, revealing the scar on his chest that was left by the Heavenly Sword: "Zhiruo, your figure, like the Heavenly Sword, is always engraved on my heart, my heart for you, It hasn't changed. When I heard the news that you and Song...Senior Brother Song were married, I wanted to die."

She slid her finger over the faint scar, Zhou Zhiruo recalled the heartbreak of the **** the top of Guangming when she stabbed the sword. She was full of emotions for a time, and sighed quietly, "Then why didn't you come to grab your relatives? Did you know? , I used marriage as a bet with Qingshu, and bet you would not come to grab your relatives, but I lost.” After speaking, he smiled sadly.

"I was so stupid at the time, thinking that Brother Song loves you so much, you will be happy after you get married." Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, knowing that the other party had retreated subconsciously, and couldn't help but said distressedly, "until After you got married, I cut my heart like a knife every day, only to realize that I can’t let it go in front of love.”

He had never confided his heart in front of her like today. Zhou Zhiruo thought about Chen Za for a while, and was overjoyed, thinking that he was already married, and could not help but said bitterly: "What's the use of saying this at this time, I am already Song Madam."

"Damn, since you know you don't want to hurry him away!" Song Qingshu looked at his wife with a stumbling look, and the anger in his heart still didn't ease.

"You have names but nothing!" Zhang Wuji said angrily. "In my heart, you will always be the kind and clear girl by the Han River."

"Brother Wuji~" Zhou Zhiruo had tears in her beautiful eyes, shrugging her shoulders and lowering her head to sob.

Zhang Wuji stretched out his thumb and wiped away the tears on her cheek. Zhou Zhiruo did not refuse this time.

Looking at all of this with his eyes splitting apart, Song Qingshu wished to become Superman. Lasers shot from his eyes, blasting Zhang Wuji into scum. Chapter 6 Surprisingly Angry

Song Qingshu was expecting Zhou Zhiruo to push Zhang Wuji away and drive him out. But none of this happened. Zhou Zhiruo had a shy expression on her face, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and inexplicable expectations.

"This bitch!" Song Qingshu was still scolding Zhang Wuji just now, and now Zhou Zhiruo is starting to get angry. During the day, she woke up when she touched her hand a little, and now she looked like she wanted to refuse and greeted her, what kind of trouble.

The eyes were blurred for a moment, Zhou Zhiruo bit her teeth, and took a step back resolutely. Her mind was confused, she didn't notice her feet, she tripped over something, lost her balance, and fell on the bed behind her.

"Be careful!" Zhang Wuji whispered, and quickly rushed to hold her, but Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously blocked her, and the two lost their balance together and fell on the bed.

Because the table in the room was blocked, Song Qingshu didn’t know what had happened just now. He only saw Zhou Zhiruo falling onto the bed as if he had recommended the pillow. Zhang Wuji immediately pressed it up, and a mouthful of blood poured into his throat in anger. As he recovered from a serious injury, he suddenly Fainted.

The two fell on the bed and looked at each other, and a silent ambiguity spread.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's hand slowly approaching the ribbon around her waist, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly woke up, blocked her with her hand, sat up all of a sudden, hesitated and said, "No, Qingshu..." She wanted to look at the husband lying on the opposite side. , But he was blocked by Zhang Wuji and couldn't see it at all.

"Don't worry, I clicked his whole body acupuncture points, he won't know." Zhang Wuji was confident in his skill, and didn't mean to look back at all. He didn't know that the behavior of the two had fallen into Song Qingshu's eyes.

After hearing Zhang Wuji's words, Zhou Zhiruo's mind flashed in a daze. Seeing Zhang Wuji put her hand aside, grabbed the bow of her belt, and was about to pull it gently, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly recovered and jumped out of the bed.

Grabbing the teacup on the table, a cup of water was poured directly on Zhang Wuji's face, and Yinya bit: "Brother Wuji, I hope you will respect yourself."

Zhang Wuji was startled, the tea slipped from his cheek, dripping onto the bedding, looking at Zhou Zhiruo in embarrassment.

"Why don't you hide?" Zhou Zhiruo felt a little unbearable when she turned around to see his embarrassed appearance, and asked softly.

"I **** you offended myself. This cup of tea is nothing." Zhang Wuji wiped the tea leaves off his face and smiled bitterly.

Zhou Zhiruo sighed quietly: "Brother Wuji, I am now Mrs. Song. If you are really affectionate to me, as long as you promise to marry me, I will leave my current husband even with the ridicule of the world. Married with you. On the night of the bridal chamber, you...what do you want to do to others, they will depend on you." After saying this, Zhou Zhiruo's face seemed to burn.

Zhang Wuji's mind was agitated, and he stood up and thought about holding her catkin: "Zhiruo, I am surprisingly angry in Chapter 6.

I will marry you as his wife! "

Zhou Zhiruo took a step back subconsciously, clutching her collar and said, "I said that after getting married, you can do whatever you want. But not now. I am still Mrs. Song, and I hope Master Zhang will respect myself."

Zhou Zhiruo was actually a little moved just now, it was just a cold wind that made her suddenly think that now the two are still undecided. If he is broken by him as Mrs. Song, he might feel that he is not obedient to women in the future. From... the woman who is in love is always so concerned about gains and losses, for fear that it will leave a little bit of trouble in the future.

"Yes, yes, I was abrupt." Zhang Wuji didn't know her inner thoughts. If Zhou Zhiruo would follow through with some enlightenment, she would definitely vomit blood in regret.

"Brother Wuji, are you really willing to marry me?" Zhou Zhiruo was pleased and asked shyly again.

"Of course! I'm willing to marry you." Zhang Wuji walked to her and hugged her shoulders gently. Zhou Zhiruo didn't refuse this time. The bones all over her body were melted, she leaned softly on Zhang Wuji's body, gently. He sighed: "Brother Wuji, what do you want me to do in the future..." At this sweet moment, both of them subconsciously avoided mentioning Zhao Min.

The two stayed quietly for a while. Zhou Zhiruo suddenly saw Song Qingshu lying on the opposite bed. She felt a pain in her heart when she thought that she was now Mrs. Song, and sighed faintly, "I'm sorry Qingshu."

Zhang Wuji comforted him: "Zhiruo, we were originally a couple. You have never loved him before, so what can you sorry for him?"

"But we can't always sneak like this." Zhou Zhiruo broke free from his embrace, her eyes rolled, her face turned cold as she watched Song Qingshu, "Or I kill him, you go back and kill Zhao Min, so no one will be able to kill him in the future. It prevents us from meeting every day." Chapter 7 Princess Shaomin

"How can this be done?" Zhang Wuji was bluffed. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it would be impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.

"Brother Wuji, they lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I'm already very sorry for my husband. If he kills his life again, it will be different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I I don't dare to associate with you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but people don't want to be Pan Jinlian."

After Zhang Wuji was stunned, Zhanyan smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is the kindest indeed..."

The next day the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up to find that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all. He breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering: "Could it be that it was just a dream last night?" "

Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not significant, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was not the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets, Song Qingshu smiled coldly.

How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo changed one deliberately.

"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a pot of hot water, and saw Song Qingshu wake up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.

Song Qingshu glanced at her with a bit of disgust, thinking that she probably did something to sorry for herself last night, and now she is in a guilty state, so she has shown unprecedented tenderness and consideration.

"Why have the bed sheets changed?" Song Qingshu quietly took the towel and asked knowingly.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her with a guilty conscience, then said: "It was accidentally soiled, so I changed it."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu stopped asking, he didn't dare to press too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murdered him last night, I am afraid that he would not even dare to say the sentence just now.

When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her waist when she walked, her face seemed to be free from the young girl's youthfulness, and her heart was irritated for no reason.

Now that it has happened, you have to face it. Song Qingshu has never been an evader, but considering that he can't even beat Zhou Zhiruo's next disciple, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is famous for martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance is hiding a cruel heart, accidentally. , Qiu was not reported, but a small life.

While he was thinking, a hearty laughter came in, "Brother Song is ruddy now, and it seems that his injury is almost healed."

Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed and said coldly: "What are you here for?"

Everyone at the scene knew that Song Qingshu had a rift with Zhang Wuji, and he was not surprised by his tone of voice.

"How can this be done?" Zhang Wuji was bluffed. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it would be impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.

"Brother Wuji, they lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I'm already very sorry for my husband. If he kills his life again, it will be different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I I don't dare to associate with you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but people don't want to be Pan Jinlian."

After Zhang Wuji was stunned, Zhanyan smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is the kindest indeed..."

The next day the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up to find that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all. He breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering: "Could it be that it was just a dream last night?" "

Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not significant, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was not the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets, Song Qingshu smiled coldly.

How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo changed one deliberately.

"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a pot of hot water, and saw Song Qingshu wake up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.

Song Qingshu glanced at her with a bit of disgust, thinking that she probably did something to sorry for herself last night, and now she is in a guilty state, so she has shown unprecedented tenderness and consideration.

"Why have the bed sheets changed?" Song Qingshu quietly took the towel and asked knowingly.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her with a guilty conscience, then said: "It was accidentally soiled, so I changed it."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu stopped asking, he didn't dare to press too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murdered him last night, I am afraid that he would not even dare to say the sentence just now.

When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her waist when she walked, her face seemed to be free from the young girl's youthfulness, and her heart was irritated for no reason.

Now that it has happened, you have to face it. Song Qingshu has never been an evader, but considering that he can't even beat Zhou Zhiruo's next disciple, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is famous for martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance is hiding a cruel heart, accidentally. , Qiu was not reported, but a small life.

While he was thinking, a hearty laughter came in, "Brother Song is ruddy now, and it seems that his injury is almost healed."

Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed and said coldly: "What are you here for?"

Everyone at the scene knew that Song Qingshu had a rift with Zhang Wuji, and he was not surprised by his tone of voice.

"How can this be done?" Zhang Wuji was bluffed. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it would be impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.

"Brother Wuji, they lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I'm already very sorry for my husband. If he kills his life again, it will be different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I I don't dare to associate with you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but people don't want to be Pan Jinlian."

After Zhang Wuji was stunned, Zhanyan smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is the kindest indeed..."

The next day the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up to find that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all. He breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering: "Could it be that it was just a dream last night?" "

Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not significant, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was not the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets, Song Qingshu smiled coldly.

How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo changed one deliberately.

"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a pot of hot water, and saw Song Qingshu wake up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.

Song Qingshu glanced at her with a bit of disgust, thinking that she probably did something to sorry for herself last night, and now she is in a guilty state, so she has shown unprecedented tenderness and consideration.

"Why have the bed sheets changed?" Song Qingshu quietly took the towel and asked knowingly.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her with a guilty conscience, then said: "It was accidentally soiled, so I changed it."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu stopped asking, he didn't dare to press too hard, if he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murdered him last night, I am afraid that he would not even dare to say the sentence just now.

When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her waist when she walked, her face seemed to be free from the young girl's youthfulness, and her heart was irritated for no reason.

Now that it has happened, you have to face it. Song Qingshu has never been an evader, but considering that he can't even beat Zhou Zhiruo's next disciple, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is famous for martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance is hiding a cruel heart, accidentally. , Qiu was not reported, but a small life.

In the midst of contemplation, a hearty laughter came in, "Brother Song is ruddy now, and it seems that his injury is almost healed."

Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed and said coldly: "What are you here for?"

Everyone at the scene knew that Song Qingshu had a rift with Zhang Wuji, and he was not surprised by his tone of voice. Zhang Wuji treated him to the seventh chapter Shaomin Princess

"How can this be done?" Zhang Wuji was bluffed. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it would be impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.

"Brother Wuji, they lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I'm already very sorry for my husband. If he kills his life again, it will be different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I I don't dare to associate with you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but people don't want to be Pan Jinlian."

After Zhang Wuji was stunned, Zhanyan smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is the kindest indeed..."

The next day the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up to find that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all. He breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering: "Could it be that it was just a dream last night?" "

Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not significant, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was not the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets, Song Qingshu smiled coldly.

How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo changed one deliberately.

"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a pot of hot water, and saw Song Qingshu wake up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.

Song Qingshu glanced at her with a bit of disgust, thinking that she probably did something to sorry for herself last night, and now she is in a guilty state, so she has shown unprecedented tenderness and consideration.

"Why have the bed sheets changed?" Song Qingshu quietly took the towel and asked knowingly.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her with a guilty conscience, then said: "It was accidentally soiled, so I changed it."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu stopped asking, he didn't dare to press too hard, if he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murdered him last night, I am afraid that he would not even dare to say the sentence just now.

When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her waist when she walked, her face seemed to be free from the young girl's youthfulness, and her heart was irritated for no reason.

Now that it has happened, you have to face it. Song Qingshu has never been an evader, but considering that he can't even beat Zhou Zhiruo's next disciple, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is famous for martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance is hiding a cruel heart, accidentally. , Qiu was not reported, but a small life.

In the midst of contemplation, a hearty laughter came in, "Brother Song is ruddy now, and it seems that his injury is almost healed."

Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed and said coldly: "What are you here for?"

Everyone at the scene knew that Song Qingshu had a rift with Zhang Wuji, and he was not surprised by his tone of voice. Zhang Wuji treated him to the seventh chapter Shaomin Princess

"How can this be done?" Zhang Wuji was bluffed. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it would be impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.

"Brother Wuji, they lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I'm already very sorry for my husband. If he kills his life again, it will be different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I I don't dare to associate with you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but people don't want to be Pan Jinlian."

After Zhang Wuji was stunned, Zhanyan smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is the kindest indeed..."

The next day the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up to find that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all. He breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering: "Could it be that it was just a dream last night?" "

Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not significant, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was not the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets, Song Qingshu smiled coldly.

How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo changed one deliberately.

"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a pot of hot water, and saw Song Qingshu wake up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.

Song Qingshu glanced at her with a bit of disgust, thinking that she probably did something to sorry for herself last night, and now she is in a guilty state, so she has shown unprecedented tenderness and consideration.

"Why have the bed sheets changed?" Song Qingshu quietly took the towel and asked knowingly.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her with a guilty conscience, then said: "It was accidentally soiled, so I changed it."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu stopped asking, he didn't dare to press too hard, if he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murdered him last night, I am afraid that he would not even dare to say the sentence just now.

When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her waist when she walked, her face seemed to be free from the young girl's youthfulness, and her heart was irritated for no reason.

Now that it has happened, you have to face it. Song Qingshu has never been an evader, but considering that he can't even beat Zhou Zhiruo's next disciple, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is famous for martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance is hiding a cruel heart, accidentally. , Qiu was not reported, but a small life.

In the midst of contemplation, a hearty laughter came in, "Brother Song is ruddy now, and it seems that his injury is almost healed."

Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed and said coldly: "What are you here for?"

Everyone at the scene knew that Song Qingshu had a rift with Zhang Wuji, and he was not surprised by his tone of voice. Zhang Wuji treated him to the seventh chapter Shaomin Princess

"How can this be done?" Zhang Wuji was bluffed. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it would be impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.

"Brother Wuji, they lied to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I'm already very sorry for my husband. If he kills his life again, it will be different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I I don't dare to associate with you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but people don't want to be Pan Jinlian."

After Zhang Wuji was stunned, Zhanyan smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is the kindest indeed..."

The next day the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up to find that the room was empty, and the bed opposite was also very clean and tidy, leaving no traces at all. He breathed a long sigh of relief, wondering: "Could it be that it was just a dream last night?" "

Suddenly Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Although the difference was not significant, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was not the one from yesterday. Why did he change the sheets, Song Qingshu smiled coldly.

How did he know that the bed sheet was actually wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo changed one deliberately.

"Qingshu, are you awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a pot of hot water, and saw Song Qingshu wake up, squeezed the towel dry, and handed it over.

Song Qingshu glanced at her with a bit of disgust, thinking that she probably did something to sorry for herself last night, and now she is in a guilty state, so she has shown unprecedented tenderness and consideration.

"Why have the bed sheets changed?" Song Qingshu quietly took the towel and asked knowingly.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced behind her with a guilty conscience, then said: "It was accidentally soiled, so I changed it."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu stopped asking, he didn't dare to press too hard, if he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had murdered him last night, I am afraid that he would not even dare to say the sentence just now.

When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her waist when she walked, her face seemed to be free from the young girl's youthfulness, and her heart was irritated for no reason.

Now that it has happened, you have to face it. Song Qingshu has never been an evader, but considering that he can't even beat Zhou Zhiruo's next disciple, let alone Zhang Wuji, who is famous for martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance is hiding a cruel heart, accidentally. , Qiu was not reported, but a small life.

In the midst of contemplation, a hearty laughter came in, "Brother Song is ruddy now, and it seems that his injury is almost healed."

Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might gallop on Zhou Zhiruo last night, the blood vessels in the corners of Song Qingshu's eyes throbbed and said coldly: "What are you here for?"

Everyone at the scene knew that Song Qingshu had a rift with Zhang Wuji, and he was not surprised by his tone of voice. Zhang Wuji treated him