Flower Stealing Master

Song Qingshu knew the way to go out because Zhao Min trapped Zhang Wuji in a similar cell in The Legend of the Dragon Slaying the Dragon. Zhang Wuji finally scratched her feet and forced her to release. Song Qingshu saw where she was now and they were at the time. The cell in which he was in was somewhat similar, so he drew a gourd in the same way. He didn't expect to find a way to get out. But how did he explain this reason? There is only one question and three questions.

Wan Yan Chongjie was worried that there was an ambush outside, so he felt his way out, but found that there was no one around. He looked around. It should be in the back garden of a big family, so he rushed to the door to greet Song Qingshu: "Come out quickly, no one, take her with you."

"Bring her along?" Song Qingshu was taken aback.

"Of course, take her as a hostage just in case." Wan Yan replied.

"Uh, okay." Song Qingshu worried that the longer she stayed with Zhao Min, the more likely she would be to see her identity, but today she saw that she and Wanyan Chongjie are both martial arts, so she couldn't just stay here.

"Don't touch me!" Zhao Min's face was cold when he saw Song Qingshu approaching.

Song Qingshu ignored her and hugged her horizontally: "What can I do if I touch you?"

"I will kill you." Zhao Min was immediately ashamed and angry when he was held in his arms by a strange man.

"It's a pity that your martial arts are so bad that you can't kill me." Song Qingshu laughed.

"I will find someone to kill you." Zhao Min said angrily.

"Who are you looking for? The Song Qingshu you just mentioned?" Song Qingshu asked deliberately.

Zhao Min turned his head directly to the other side and ignored him.

When Wan Yan Zhongjie saw him hug Zhao Min out, his eyes suddenly showed a weird look: "It's cheaper for you first, let's go." After that, I started to lightly work, and took advantage of the night to fly out a few vertical leaps. On the courtyard wall, Song Qingshu hugged Zhao Min and followed closely.

"Hey, this is Xu Wang's other courtyard." After leaving the courtyard wall to see the surrounding terrain, Wanyan Chongjie suddenly showed a strange expression.

"How do you know?" Song Qingshu looked around. It should be near the back door, and there were no signs such as plaques.

"My house is nearby. I have lived in this area for more than ten years since I first grew up. You and I don't know." After 4444, mc±om Yan Chongjie rolled his eyes. At this time, there were heavy footsteps in the distance. Sheng, she hurriedly said, "This is the residence of the troubled officials and nobles nearby. Therefore, the guards are very strict and there are often soldiers patrolling. It is inconvenient for you to hold such a big living person, so go to my house and hide first."

Song Qingshu didn't want to cause trouble either, and said, "Okay!"

After Wanyan Zhongjie led the way, Song Qingshu hugged Zhao Min and followed him, turning left and right. He quickly turned in through the back door of a house and entered an elegant attic.

"This is your boudoir?" Song Qingshu asked subconsciously, noticing the ornaments and the strong girlish style inside.

When the speaker listened unintentionally, Wanyan Zhongjie's face was very blush: "You are still carrying a prisoner, and you can't leak the wind, where else can you be placed here?"

Girls’ boudoirs of this age can be extremely private. Except for family members, generally only a few female friends can come in. Even fathers rarely get involved, let alone bring other men in. The only men of the same age who can enter are probably only the future. Husband-in-law. Although the Kingdom of Jin is a grassland regime, it has been deeply sinicized over the years, and the etiquette in this respect is not much different from that of the Southern Song Dynasty.

"That's it." Song Qingshu just turned his head, but there was a sound of someone coming up from the stairwell. He couldn't help wondering, "Isn't this your boudoir, why is someone coming over so late?"

"It should be my mother." Wan Yan frowned, his face suddenly a little ugly.

"Pucha Alihu?" Song Qingshu heard about her several times before, knowing that she was the eldest sister of Pucha's family, the younger sister of Pucha Ahudie and Ahute brothers, and also the state of Jin before Gobi. The first beauty.

Although Song Qingshu is a little curious about this former Jin Dynasty's first beauty, she is even more curious about the reaction of Wan Chongjie. Why did she mention that her mother would have such an attitude? There seems to be a trace of...disgust in her indifference?

"You hide first." Wan Yan Zhongjie snorted at her and motioned to her to find a place to hide. Song Qingshu looked around for a week, subconsciously trying to hide in the bed. After all, if you put the veil down, you can't see what's inside. The situation was over, but Wanyan Chongjie hurriedly waved his hand. Song Qingshu thought about it. It was a bit shameful that the girl’s bed was a big man by herself. Hearing the footsteps getting closer, he hurriedly picked Zhao Min and threw himself up Yue, hiding on a beam of the house, in order to prevent Zhao Min from making a sound, he also sealed the other's dumb acupuncture point easily, causing her to roll her eyes.

As soon as the two of them hid, a beautiful woman opened the door and came in. With watery eyes, rosy lips, tall breasts, plump and soft body, the first thing any man thinks of just looking at her will be the bed. , With Song Qingshu's picky eye that is used to seeing beauty, I have to admit that this mature young woman is extremely attractive, and she deserves to be the first beauty of the last Jin country.

But that's it. Song Qingshu has enough women around him now, and he is no longer the green boy who was impulsive when he saw women. Now he is only interested in two kinds of women. One is what he really likes. The second is helpful to his career.

Song Qingshu suddenly frowned, and he smelled a strong scent of alcohol after a long distance. How could this woman drink so much alcohol?

"Mother, you are drunk again." After listening to what Yan Zhongjie said, she should be in this state often.

"You know... what you know, uh~ wine... wine is the best thing in the world, as the so-called... the so-called drunk solution... solution to a thousand enmity." The mature young woman intermittently walked onto the bed. , I could see Song Qingshu secretly wipe the sweat, and told me not to hide in the bed according to the strange end, because she knew that her mother would lie on the bed when she was drunk.

"Resolve a thousand enmity, you are evasive." Wan Yan Zhongjie glanced at his mother angrily.

"Hehe," the mature young woman smiled, and said, "My dear daughter, where have you been? My mother didn't see you all night, and I was worried that you were deceived by a stinky man. ..."

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and the woman started crying while she was still crying. It seems that there are too many depressive things on weekdays, and the two of them don't know how many things they have encountered over the years.

Wanyan Chongjie has a stern face, and his tone is full of sarcasm: "On the one hand, I am worried that something will happen to me, on the other hand, I am drunk and drunk. You are really a good mother."

The mature young woman smiled awkwardly: "Because my mother knows that my good girl is the most...smartest, and only you take advantage of others...and no one else takes you...the opportunity to take advantage of you, so...so Just let the maid stare at you, and see... Seeing that the light in your room is on, mother... won't you come here to see you right away."

"Since you have seen it, you can go back and rest." Wan Yan Zhongjie replied coldly.

"Mother is dizzy, I will sleep with you today...Sleep..." Before the words were over, a slight snoring sounded from the bed.

"You!" Wan Yan stood there with a stupefied and anxious expression.

Seeing that Pucha Alihu had fallen asleep, Song Qingshu jumped down and said, "Lingtang...Lingtang is really special." To save others by oneself, if his mother looks like this, he certainly does not want to be seen by outsiders. I was a little embarrassed to accidentally break through the embarrassment between their mother and daughter.

"Do you think she is pretty?" Wan Yan Zhongjie asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu didn't expect her to ask like this. He glanced at the mature young woman on the bed. Although she was so drunk, she still fell asleep like a begonia, and subconsciously replied, "It's pretty."

After finishing her head again, she suddenly reached out to Zhao Min's sleeping acupuncture point, Song Qingshu looked surprised: "What are you doing?"

Wan Yan Zhongjie ignored him, went straight to the bed and sat down, stretched out her hand to touch her mother's face, tidyed up her somewhat messy hair, gradually moved her fingers down, and slowly eased the placket of her neckline, revealing With a piece of fair skin, he turned his head and looked at Song Qingshu: "Do you want to **** her?"

"Xia Mi?" Song Qingshu's whole person is Spartan. He never expected that the other party would throw such a shocking sentence. You can think about it. In the middle of the night, he was invited to her by a beautiful girl with only a few sides. Boudoir, then she tore off her mother's clothes and asked if she wanted to go on? What a **** and **** unfolding this is!

"Are you sick?" This is the only sentence that can express Song Qingshu's mood at this time.

"I know what you are worried about, don't worry, there is no worries," Wanyan Zhongjie suddenly smiled nervously, and pointed to the woman on the bed. "She is so drunk now, she won't remember what you did. , It doesn't matter if you remember, she is a **** who can do her best anyway."

"How can you be like your own mother?" Song Qingshu frowned.

"Because she doesn't deserve to be my mother!" Wanyan Zhongjie's voice was as cold as ice, "I don't need a woman who can be my mother."

Can anyone do their best? Song Qingshu thoughtfully, there are a lot of rumors about Pucha Alihu in the capital circle, but most of them have no real evidence, but her daughter is like this. Are those rumors true?

While he was thinking, Wan Yan Zhongjie suddenly got up: "Go, accompany me to kill Yan Liang."

"Sister, your thinking jump is too big, right? It was still in your mother just now..." Seeing the hatred in Wan Yan Zhongjie's eyes, Song Qingshu's heart moved, tentatively asked, "The reason why your mother became like this , Is it because of Wan Yanliang?"

Wanyan bit her lip again, tears streaming in her eyes, but after all she couldn't hold it back, the crystal clear tears flowed down her jade-white cheeks.