Fragrance Stealer

"Strange gift?" Song Qingshu asked puzzled, "Why do you find it strange?"

Luo Bing calmed down, and said softly: "Your current status as an imperial envoy, the officials here in Shengjing will curry favor with you, either sending gold, silver and jewelry or antique calligraphy and paintings, and I'm afraid you don't know who sent them, and you will leave a name. But this is the only gift, not only does it not have a name card, but even though the box is exquisite, the things inside... are a bit too ordinary."

When Luo Bing was wandering in the courtyard in the afternoon, he saw the guards inspecting the various gifts they had sent, in case there were any institutions or the like that would assassinate the imperial envoy.I accidentally heard that the guards were going to throw this gift into the trash, so I went to check it out out of curiosity, and I found it strange, but she was wandering around, and subconsciously told her that there might be something wrong with this gift , and asked the guard to put it in the bedroom.

"It's really strange." After opening the two boxes and seeing the contents clearly, Song Qingshu's expression was extremely exciting. It turned out that one box was full of peaches, and the other box was full of dates.

Chapter 221 Complicated thoughts

"Jujubes, peaches?" Looking at the two boxes of fruits, Song Qingshu was thoughtful.

Li Yuanzhi picked up a jujube, looked left and right but didn't see anything unusual, and asked stupidly: "Could it be that someone poisoned it?"

Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, eat it, it won't be poisonous." Throwing the peach in his hand back into the basket, Song Qingshu turned and walked out.

"Go to bed first, I'll go out first, if there is no accident, I won't be back tonight."

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Luo Bing breathed a sigh of relief, but Li Yuanzhi asked doubtfully, "Then where do you sleep?"

A beautiful image appeared in his mind, Song Qingshu said with a smile: "There is always a place to sleep."

Out of the Sifang Pavilion, Song Qingshu walked on the calm street, and said to himself: "This one asked me to save her husband, that one asked me to save her husband, and someone asked me to save her sweetheart, hey, could it be that I really did it?" Friends of women."

With the lesson learned from the Dragon Sect last time, Song Qingshu was careful this time. He used his true energy to check the surrounding aura while walking. He did feel a few suspicious auras on the way, but he quickly got rid of the opponent by turning left and right.

"Brother, I'm not good at anything, but there is at least one thing, and that is lightness kung fu." Song Qingshu smiled triumphantly, and swaggered towards a certain direction.

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In Tian's mansion, Nan Lan suddenly woke up from a dream. She dreamed that she was making out with Song Qingshu, and she was in ecstasy. Her husband, Tian Guinong, suddenly broke in. Then Song Qingshu, that bastard, smiled at Tian Guinong and continued. After working hard on herself, seeing her husband's murderous eyes, Nan Lan woke up instantly.

"How could I have such a dream." Nan Lan pressed the back of her hand to her cheek, felt the astonishing heat on it, bit her lower lip involuntarily, and said to herself shyly.

"Ma'am, I dreamed about it." Suddenly a strange and familiar voice came from beside her ear. Nan Lan raised her head in disbelief, and found that Song Qingshu was actually sitting on the window sill, looking at herself with a smile.

"Why is this dream so real?" Nan Lan was taken aback and rubbed her eyes subconsciously, but when she saw Song Qingshu walking over from the window sill, she almost exclaimed, "It's really you?" Fortunately, she covered it with her hand temporarily. mouth, so that the sound did not disturb Tian Qingwen who was across the yard.

"You missed me, so I showed up." Song Qingshu came to the bed in the blink of an eye.

Nan Lan subconsciously tightened the quilt on her body, and shrank towards the corner of the bed: "It's so late, please respect yourself, Mr. Song."

"Self-respect?" Song Qingshu smiled and spread his hands, "We have met each other honestly before, so do we still need such honor?"

Nan Lan's face turned cold: "Last night was just my reward for saving Gui Nong. Now that the deposit has been paid, I hope you don't push yourself any further."

"Do you have to call the matter between us a deal?" Song Qingshu smiled wryly, "Okay, since you want to talk about a deal, then let's talk about a deal."

"What deal?" Nan Lan's eyes flashed with confusion.

"If I say that I have already found out the whereabouts of Tian Guinong, will Madam welcome me?" Song Qingshu looked at the beautiful woman on the bed, clutching the quilt timidly. As for her identity as someone else's wife , fueled some evil thoughts in his heart.

"Guinong?" Nan Lan suddenly felt that the name was a little strange, but her wife's duty made her subconsciously ask, "How is Guinong?"

"Madam, won't you invite me to sit down?" Song Qingshu didn't answer her, but looked at her aggressively.

"You...you sit down." Meeting his eyes, Nan Lan's heart trembled, feeling that something would happen again today.

"Thank you, ma'am." Song Qing smiled happily and sat down on the bed directly.

"Sit on the stool." Nan Lan felt that he must be so close to her, she must have no good intentions, and the woman's reserve encouraged her to say.

"In the dead of night, my hands and feet were a little numb when I came here, and the stool was too damp, why don't Madam give me a corner of the quilt, 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 directly and retracted his feet.

"Okay...Okay." Nan Lan only felt that her mind was in a mess, and replied subconsciously. When she realized it, Song Qingshu had already shrunk under the quilt.

"You're such a rascal." Nan Lan sighed, and could only curl her legs, trying her best not to touch the opponent's body.

Song Qingshu also knew the truth of Zhang Chi's restraint, so he stopped forcing her, and said: "Today, I went to Shengjing City to drink at the house of Zhang Zhaozhong, the leader of the Xiaoqi camp, and then..." Song Qingshu slowly talked about what happened during the day, but only a few words Don't mention the matter of returning the fields to farmers.

Nan Lan finally got a little impatient: "You should talk about Guinong."

"Look at my memory," Song Qingshu slapped his forehead, but moved towards Nan Lan calmly, "Later, I found out that Brother Tian was locked up in Prince Bao's Mansion after my side-talking."

"Ah?" With an exclamation, a look of despair flashed in Nan Lan's eyes. When Tian Guinong came home before, she had boasted to her countless times that Prince Bao's mansion was absolutely impenetrable after the concerted efforts of the masters in the manor. Flies don't even try to fly out.

Song Qingshu came to her side unknowingly, and said softly: "Madam, don't worry, I have already contacted the helper, and Brother Tian will be rescued in a short time."

"Really?" Nan Lan turned her head excitedly, and found that Song Qingshu's face was only three inches away, and her pink face turned red.

"Of course it's true," Song Qingshu stretched out his fingers and raised her smooth chin, "Ma'am, I've done my best for your affairs. Is there any reward?"

Nan Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said in a trembling voice, "The reward was already given to you last night."

"But I think it's not enough, what should I do?" Song Qingshu's hand had already quietly reached into her nightgown.

The reason to bully Nan Lan again is not because of her beauty, but because of the rich pure yin energy in her body. He is now in danger in Shengjing City, and he has just received a warning from an unknown person to 'escape early'. How could he not Take the time to improve your skills and prepare for the coming crisis.

"Didn't you say that the other half of the deposit will be paid after the matter is completed?" Nan Lan dodged back and begged.

"But you also said that you can come to your residence when you are free." Song Qingshu looked at her aggressively with bright eyes.

Nan Lan wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. When she left the Sifang Pavilion early in the morning, she teased him for some reason. She must have been punished at this time, and said pitifully, "I...I was just joking. .”

"But I'm serious." Song Qingshu gently kneaded the things in his hands, "To be honest, I have no place to sleep now, and I need my wife to take me in for a night."

Nan Lan's face was so red that she was about to drip water: "How is it possible, is your room occupied by a vixen?"

"Ma'am is really clever. There is indeed a vixen in my room." Song Qingshu exerted a little force on his arms, and Nan Lan fell into his arms.

"Even if there is a vixen, there are so many rooms in the Sifang Pavilion, there is no place for you to sleep." Nan Lan lowered her head and said softly.

"One vixen is the bliss in the world, but two vixens are a bit of a headache." The allusion of "one monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, and three monks have no water" appeared in Song Qingshu's mind.

"I don't believe it. According to your temperament, you are willing to come out if there is a vixen." Nan Lan said, biting her lip, confused.

"No matter how beautiful a vixen is, how can it compare to the beauty of my wife?" Song Qingshu loosened the restraint on her shoulders with a flick of his hand, and the clothes slipped off, revealing the shoulders that were cut like a knife, and the skin that was as smooth as satin .

"It's really a misfortune for Guinong to know you as a friend." Nan Lan sighed, and there was a strong force in front of her, and she fell on the bed involuntarily.

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

"Thank you for bullying his wife?" Nan Lan's eyes flashed blankly. During this time, she was too tired to run around. Whether it was physically or psychologically, she needed a strong arm to rely on to rescue her husband. Just leave it to him...

"Are you stupid enough to let him know?" Song Qingshu propped his hands on the bed, staring straight into her eyes.

"Of course not." Nan Lan replied subconsciously.

"That's fine," Song Qingshu pressed on, and whispered, "Hey, don't close your legs so tightly."