"Dates, peaches?" Looking at the two boxes of fruit, song Qingshu felt thoughtful.

Li Yuanzhi picked up a jujube, left and right did not see anything unusual, foolishly asked: "will someone be inside the poison ah."

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded and laughed: "you can rest assured that it will not be poisonous." Throwing the peach back into the basket, song Qingshu turned and walked out.

"You go to bed first. I'll go out first. If there's no accident, I won't be back tonight."

Hearing song Qingshu's words, Luo bingchang breathed a sigh of relief, but Li Yuanzhi asked: "where do you sleep?"

A beautiful shadow floated in his mind. Song Qingshu said with a smile, "there is always a place to sleep."

After leaving Sifang hall, song Qingshu walked on the calm street and said to himself, "this one asked me to save her husband, that one also asked me to save her husband, and someone else asked me to save her sweetheart. Ah, I really became a friend of women."

With the lesson of the Dragon sect last time, song Qingshu was very careful. As he walked, he picked up Qi to investigate the atmosphere around him. He did feel some suspicious breath in the middle, but he turned left and right and soon got rid of him.

"Brother, I'm not good at anything, but I have at least one skill, which is lightness skill." Song Qingshu smiles and swaggers in a certain direction.

....

In Tianfu, Nanlan suddenly wakes up from her dream. She has a dream that she is intimate with song Qingshu, and her husband Tian Guinong suddenly rushes in. Then the bastard song Qingshu smiles at Tian Guinong and continues to work on her. Looking at her husband's murderous eyes, Nanlan suddenly wakes up.

"How could I dream like this." Nanlan put the back of her hand against her cheek and felt the amazing heat on it. She could not help biting her lower lip and talking to herself shyly.

"Madame, I have a dream." Suddenly, a strange and familiar voice came from his ear. Nanlan looked up incredulously and found that song Qingshu was sitting on the windowsill, looking at himself with a smile.

"Why is this dream so real?" Nanlan was stunned, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but saw that song Qingshu came over from the windowsill, almost exclaimed: "is it really you?" Fortunately, he covered his mouth with his hand temporarily, and didn't let the voice disturb Tian Qingwen across the yard.

"You miss me, and I show up." Song Qingshu came to the bed in a twinkling of an eye.

Nanlan subconsciously tightened the quilt on the tight body, and shrunk to the corner of the bed: "it's so late, I'd like to ask Mr. Song to respect himself."

"Self respect?" Song Qingshu laughed, hands a spread, "we have been frank with each other, but also need such a shengfen?"

Nanlan's face was cold: "last night was just my reward for saving Guinong. Now that the deposit has been paid, I hope you don't push any further. "

"Do you have to make a deal between us?" Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile, "well, since you want to talk about the transaction, then we'll talk about the transaction."

"What deal?" Nanlan's eyes flashed a trace of confusion.

"If I say that I have found out the whereabouts of Tian Guinong, will my wife welcome me?" Song Qingshu looked at the beautiful woman on the bed, so timidly clutching the quilt. As for her status as someone else's wife, it helped him to have some evil thoughts.

"To the farmers?" Nanlan suddenly felt that the name was strange, but her wife's duty made her subconsciously ask, "how's Guinong?"

"Madame, don't you invite me to sit down?" Song Qingshu did not answer her, but looked at her aggressively.

"You... You sit down." Touching his eyes, Nan Lan's heart trembled, and he always felt that what would happen today.

"Thank you, madam." Song Qing showed her joy and sat on the bed directly.

"You sit on the stool." Nanlan felt that he was so close to himself, and she certainly didn't have any good intentions. The reserve of women encouraged her to say.

"In the dead of night, my hands and feet are freezing. The stool is too wet. Would you like my wife to give me a corner quilt and let me warm up first, and then tell you about brother Tian?" Song Qingshu didn't wait for her to answer. He lifted a corner of the quilt and drew his feet in.

"OK... OK." Nanlan only thinks that there is a lot of confusion in her mind. She subconsciously replies that song Qingshu has shrunk to the quilt when she reacts.

"You are such a rascal." Nanlan sighed and had to curl up her legs and try not to touch each other's body.

Song Qingshu also knows the truth of Zhang Chi's tolerance, and he doesn't want to force her any more. He says, "today I went to Shengjing city to lead Zhang Zhaozhong's family to drink, and then..." Song Qingshu talks about what happened during the day, but he doesn't mention the return of farmland to agriculture.

Nanlan finally got a little impatient: "you'd better talk about returning to agriculture."

"Look at my memory," Song Qingshu patted his forehead, but moved quietly to Nanlan. "Later, after I knocked around, I learned that brother Tian was locked in Baoqin palace."

"Ah?" With a cry of surprise, a trace of despair flashed in Nanlan's eyes. When Tian Guinong came back home, he boasted to her many times that Baoqin's palace passed by the master of the palace. With concerted efforts, it was absolutely an iron wall, and a fly could not fly out.

Song Qingshu came to her unconsciously and said softly, "madam, you can rest assured that I have contacted a helper. I will be able to rescue brother Tian soon."

"Really?" Nanlan excitedly turns his head and finds that song Qingshu's face is three inches away. A pink face turns red.

"Naturally, it's true," Song Qingshu pointed out and raised her clean chin. "Madam, I've done my best for you. Is there any reward?"

Nanlan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her voice trembled and said, "the reward was given to you last night."

"But I don't think it's enough. What should I do?" Song Qing's hand has been quietly stretched into her robe.

The main reason to bully Nanlan is not to be beautiful, but to think about her rich pure Yin Qi. Now he is in danger in Shengjing City, and he has just received the warning of "early escape" from unknown people. How can he not seize the time to improve his skills and prepare for the coming crisis.

"Didn't you say you'd pay the other half down when it was done?" Nanlan dodged back and begged.

"But you said you could come to your house when you were free." Song Qingshu looked at her with bright eyes and aggression.

Nanlan wanted to find a way to get in. When she left sifangguan in the morning, she didn't know why she teased him. At this time, she was punished. She said pitifully, "I... I was joking."

"But I'm serious," Song Qingshu gently kneaded the things in his hand. "Seriously, I have no place to sleep now. I need my wife to take me in one night."

Nanlan's face was red and dripping out of the water quickly: "how is it possible that your room is occupied by Fox spirits?"

"Madam, you are really clever. There are foxes in my room." Song Qingshu bent his arms a little harder, and Nanlan fell into his arms.

"Even if there are fox spirits, there is no place for you to sleep in so many rooms in Sifang hall." Nanlan lowered her head and whispered.

"One fox spirit is the best in the world, but two foxes have a headache." In Song Qingshu's mind, the allusion of "one monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink" came into being.

"I don't believe it. According to your temperament, you are willing to be a fox." Nanlan heard confused, said biting his lips.

"No matter how beautiful the fox spirit is, how can it be as beautiful as the lady." With a flick of her hand, Song Qing had untied the shackles of her shoulders, and her clothes slipped, revealing her shoulders like knives, and her skin as smooth as silk.

"It's the misfortune of GUI Nong's life to know your friend." Nanlan sighed, and then fell to the bed involuntarily.

"He saved your husband and wife once before and will save him again this time. He should be grateful to me." Song Qingshu let out a heat in her ear.

"Thank you for bullying his wife?" Nanlan's eyes flashed a little dazed. During this period of time, she was so tired that she needed a strong arm to help her husband, both physically and psychologically

"Are you stupid enough to let him know?" Song Qingshu put his hands on the bed and stared at her eyes.

"Of course not." Nanlan subconsciously replied.

"That's OK," Song Qingshu pressed up and said in a quiet voice, "dear, don't close your legs so tightly."

....

After a deliberately low jiaoti, Nanlan looks at the man sitting on the bed meditating: "it's almost dawn, you should go."

"Isn't it still dark?" With Qu Feiyan's warning, song Qingshu subconsciously pays attention to women's feelings. When practicing martial arts, he no longer ignores his partner. He pulls Nanlan into his arms. According to the circulation route of Qi in his body, song Qingshu's fingertips scratch Nanlan's skin at the same time.

Nanlan got a thin pimple on his body and begged: "Tian Guinong's daughter is in the yard. She is always smart. If she sees her, I don't have to live."

"Don't worry. With my martial arts, she won't see it." Song Qingshu replied.

"But it's getting light!" Nanlan said anxiously.

"Oh, I didn't expect to have been with you for so long." Song Qingshu's words make Nanlan feel embarrassed and angry. Just as he wants to pinch him, song Qingshu has suddenly disappeared in the room.

Looking at the empty bed, Nanlan suddenly lost some, and sat up slowly. For a moment, he didn't know what he was thinking. He sat there in a daze.

But before long, song Qingshu went back to the house and said with a smile, "now you don't have to worry about Tian Qingwen."

Nanlan was surprised and asked, "what have you done to her?"

"Don't worry, it's just her sleeping point. She won't wake up until tomorrow noon. Naturally, you don't have to worry about what flaws she will see." Song Qingshu pinched her shoulders and put her on the bed slowly. "Your body is weak. You can't bear to toss so many times. Go to bed quickly and raise your spirit."

"You're like a bear every time these two days, just because someone else's wife, so you don't care about it?" Nanlan face with a trace of shyness, but also with a trace of thin anger.

I didn't expect that she was worried about this sentence all the time. Song Qingshu felt funny and apologized. He quickly made amends and coaxed Nan LAN to sleep. Song Qingshu began to practice martial arts.

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