Tang Sai'er didn't expect that he knew about the white lotus sect to this extent. He couldn't help but feel awed in his heart and quickly replied, "OK, I'll arrange it right away."

"Wait a minute," Song Qingshu called her, "if you want to find me, you can go directly to king Qi's residence. What can I do if I want to find you? You can't go around like this every time. "

Tang Sai'er hesitated for a moment and took out a piccolo similar to Wei Ruolan: "if you want to find me, you can use this Piccolo to make a sound, and the nearby believers will send a message to me when they hear it."

"Do different melodies represent different information?" Haven't you ever eaten pork? Haven't you seen pig running? There are so many strange ways of password communication in previous movies and TV dramas. Song Qingshu doesn't believe that this Piccolo doesn't have similar functions.

Tang Sai'er didn't expect that he would be so clear, so he had to take up the piccolo and demonstrate: "this blowing represents a hundred thousand urgent... This blowing represents danger... This blowing represents..."

Since she met song Qingshu, she has been led by the nose by the other party, which makes her very proud. So she deliberately talks about a lot of internal signals of the white lotus sect, just to see him make a fool of herself.

After all, it takes ten days and a half months for the most intelligent people in the white lotus sect to master these complicated secret signs one by one. Now they have all worked out like beans. Tang Sai'er can already imagine the scene that song Qingshu asked himself for advice in embarrassment.

Just imagine how he looks when he's shriveled. Don't say, she's almost ready to laugh.

"Do you remember?" Don Sai Er is forced to endure to smile, solemnly ask a way.

Song Qing, expressionless in writing, reaches for a breath and flies the piccolo into his hand. Then she takes it to her mouth and repeats the melody she just played: "is that so?"

Tang Sai'er was stunned. He never expected that the other party could remember everything. He couldn't help looking at him with a complicated look: "no wonder you can be proud of the world. With this ability, few people in the world can match you."

Song Qingshu snorted faintly: "it's better to put away your careful thinking than to flatter me. I'll never forgive you if you tease me like this in the future."

"I dare not!" Tang Sai'er's heart was cold, and her mind was clear.

"Go and arrange the investigation of Huang Rong." Song Qingshu brought Piccolo into his arms.

"Ah ~" Tang Sai'er stretched out her hand, thinking that the piccolo was my personal belongings. She had planned to take another one for him, but she didn't know that the other party was collecting it so fast.

As soon as he thought of his lips brushing the place where he often played, a strange thought suddenly came into her mind: isn't it indirect kissing?

"Anything else?" Song Qingshu's unique way.

"No... it's OK." Don Sai Er squeezed out a smile, entrusted her brother two words, then disappeared out of the window.

After Tang Sai'er left, song Qingshu reached for a brush and untied Shi Xiangyun's acupoints.

"What have you done to me?" As soon as Shi Xiangyun woke up, he covered his chest and stepped back a few steps, looking at him in panic.

Song Qingshu a black line: "your fiance beside, I can in front of his face insult you?"

Shi Xiangyun looked back and found that Wei Ruolan was standing awkwardly beside him, which was a little relieved.

"Well, I'm done. I'll go first." Song Qingshu lightly left a sentence, people have disappeared.

Shi Xiangyun saw that his chin was about to fall. After a long time, he said indignantly, "this bastard is really good at martial arts."

"Yes ~" one side of Wei Ruolan also sighed, do not know why, his heart is always full of fear of that man.

Now that outsiders have left, it is reasonable to say that there should be a lot of words between Shi Xiangyun and Wei Ruolan. However, when they look at each other, they find that they have no way to speak.

"You have a good rest. I'll go first." When Wei Ruolan sees his fiancee's big watery eyes, some unpleasant images of the beggars' sect always appear in his mind. At the same time, he seems to be constantly reminding himself of his incompetence, making him sit on pins and needles in front of Shi Xiangyun.

"Well." Shi Xiangyun answered in a low voice. On the surface, both sides were still polite, but both sides knew that they would never get back to the feeling of intimacy.

After Song Qingshu returned to the palace of king Qi, he found that the three girls were still chatting, or it should be said that Ren YingYing and Luo Bing were asking Chen Yuanyuan for advice on maintenance and make-up. After all, Chen Yuanyuan is too famous for her beauty. Now she is not young, but she still has no trace of years, which makes them itch.

"Cough cough ~" Song Qingshu deliberately coughed twice to indicate that he came back. The three girls looked back to see him and fell into silence.

"Three monks have no water to drink." Feeling the awkward constraint in the air, song Qingshu suddenly got a big idea and thought of a solution: "our power in Lin'an has always been a vacuum. What happened in the past two days has led me to turn to beggars' sect and other forces every time. This is not the way, so I plan to establish my own power here, Yingying, you are in charge of these things. "

"Me?" Ren Yingying looks embarrassed. In fact, she has always been idle and wild. She lived in seclusion in Lvzhu lane of Luoyang for most of her time in the sun moon cult. It's hard for her to deal with these things.

When he was about to refuse, he heard song Qingshu send a message into the secret: "Yingying, I know your temperament, but now Zhiruo is in charge of Yangzhou's territory, and ah Jiu is in charge of the Golden Snake camp. If you don't have any influence under your command, I'm afraid you will be bullied in the future."

Ren Yingying's face turned red, thinking that you don't bully me, but she also knew that the other party was kind-hearted. Seeing him thinking about himself, she was also moved.

"Well... Well." Although Ren Yingying doesn't like these things, she is not stupid. Thinking of her future situation, she agrees after all.

"But now you are weak and need to take good care of yourself. Let sister Luo help you." Song Qingshu continued.

"Me?" Now it's Luo Bing's turn to be silly. In fact, since she was rescued, she hasn't figured out how to face song Qingshu. She originally planned to say goodbye to the other party as soon as possible. After all, in most people's eyes, she is still the fourth sister-in-law of the red flower club. It's not suitable for her to live with another man. How could she know that the other party actually made such a request first.

"Didn't you have a good chat just now? Did sister Luo want to drag Yingying's weak body to work? You know that because she used the burning blood method, she is now 20 years old." Song Qingshu looked into her eyes like that.

Luo Bing almost fainted, thinking that you treat me as a slave in private, but now Luo's sister yells at me, and takes Ren's hurt to crush me

Just about to say no, but seeing the tenderness in each other's eyes, she nodded: "OK." In fact, during this period, she was also tired of wandering. After Shengjing and honghuahui parted ways, she felt as if she had no root duckweed. In the dead of night, she woke up and then buried in the bed to cry.

"Settle down like this... OK." Luo Bing sighed in his heart.

"I'll trouble you a lot in the early days." Song Qingshu laughs. Luo bing used to be the 11th leader of the red flower club and is familiar with the specific details of the organization in the Jianghu. Ren Yingying, as the saint of the sun moon cult, has rich contacts and far-reaching vision. They are just a perfect match.

In fact, song Qingshu made a small calculation to arrange for Ren Yingying to preside over the situation. His power in the Southern Song Dynasty was in a vacuum, and it was too difficult to start from scratch. However, Ren Yingying had huge resources of the sun moon cult. When he knew what his daughter was doing, he would certainly give her strong support, After all, he is most worried about his daughter being bullied in the future.

No matter Ren Yingying or Luo Bing, she is actually very satisfied with this arrangement. For Ren Yingying, she thinks song Qingshu is considerate of herself, not only letting her own fame, but also letting others help her with specific things; For Luo Bing, after breaking up with her husband, she always lacks a sense of security. She has self-knowledge. As a married person, she certainly can't get a place in Song Qingshu, but she also doesn't want to be treated as a mere plaything. Now that she has a specific career, she instantly feels that her value has been reflected.

On the other hand, Chen Yuanyuan, on the other side, can't help but feel sorry for himself when he sees that both of them have things to do. It seems that he has only one beautiful face left. His only use is to talk about makeup and maintenance with them. The more he thinks about it, the more he feels depressed.

At this time, song Qingshu suddenly said: "sister Yuanyuan, if you want to do something, I just have a thing here that I'm afraid only you can do, but I'm afraid you will be angry when you hear it."

"Tell me about it?" Chen Yuanyuan was secretly happy, but she didn't show her reserve.

"Not angry?" Song Qingshu said with a guilty heart.

Chen Yuanyuan was curious: "why should I be angry?"

Song Qingshu gritted her teeth and said, "well, I have a friend who wants to build a high-end chain all over the world... The brothel." Song Qingshu hesitated and took a look at Chen Yuanyuan's expression. Then he continued, "during this period, her career has reached a bottleneck. If sister Yuanyuan can give us some advice, she can take care of her business and break through the bottleneck."

As soon as he finished, both Ren YingYing and Luo Bing looked strange and worried at Chen Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuanyuan's smile had already solidified, and his face was as deep as water. He sat there without saying a word.

Song Qingshu said with a smile, "sister Yuanyuan, you just promised not to be angry."

Chen Yuanyuan glanced at him and said faintly, "if it's your business, I can help you; If it's just your friend's, I can't help it. "