Chapter 122: Mind stimulation (Part 1)

Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the palace is very tight, so they dare not come in here. If you go out and are caught by them, I will not have time to save you. Since your reward is gone, I will naturally not go there to give up on your husband.

Song Qingshu threatened with slight intimidation that it is estimated that everyone in the palace knew that the Red Flower Society was rescued soon. If Luo Bing went out and heard something, it would be a big problem.

Um.Luo Bing nodded gentlely and suddenly said with a twisted expression: You... do you have anything to eat here?I haven't eaten for the whole day.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of her with a embarrassed expression, Song Qingshu laughed in silence and pointed to the cabinet at the corner: There are many pastries inside, and the filial piety of Shangshenjian came here, just eat it.Oh by the way, if you don’t mind, can you make some porridge for me? I don’t know why, but after being injured, I especially want to drink that thing.

Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said: Can this be considered your request?

Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: Forget it, just think I'm doing good deeds.But do you have a kitchen here?

Next door, but there are no other ingredients except ordering rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself.Seeing the other party smiling in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu felt a moment of loss of consciousness.

You should heal your wounds quickly, I'll go get porridge first.Luo Bing picked up a few desserts from the cabinet and held them in his arms, and tiptoed to help him close the door.

Song Qingshu's expression became solemn, and he began to use the Nine Yin Scriptures to heal his wounds.

I don’t know how long it took, but Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes and smelled a fresh scent of rice at the tip of his nose.

You woke up?Luo Bing walked in slowly with a small pot in a handkerchief. After putting it on the table, he couldn't help but pinch the earlobe with his burned fingers.

Seeing the other party's sudden appearance of his little daughter, Song Qingshu said funny: Is it really effective to pinch the earlobe after being scalded?

It seems to be of little effect.Luo Bing put down his fingers embarrassedly, and this is how my mother taught me since she was a child.

Luo Bing brought a bowl of porridge to the bed and handed it to him: You have suffered internal injuries, drinking some hot porridge will be beneficial to the injury.

Looking at the other party's tenderness that was whiter than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu envied: Master Wen is so lucky. He has such a beautiful and capable wife who can kill the enemy by picking up her swords, and he can also make soup with bare hands on her apron.

If you speak frivolously again, don’t blame me for being rude.

Luo Bing bit her lip and said, "A ancient woman, how could she bear Song Qingshu's praise so bluntly and enthusiastically."

Of course, everyone likes to listen to beautiful words, and Luo Bing still couldn't help but smile on his face.

I'm also called frivolous?Song Qingshu really feels wronged now. He wants to change the jokes in his previous life, so why don’t you shout about rape?

Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked with a strange look: Have you poisoned it?

Don't eat it and get it over.

Luo Bing angrily wanted to take the bowl back, but Song Qingshu reacted very quickly and subconsciously shrank back.

After grabbing the empty hand, Luo Bing's center of gravity was unstable and was about to fall on Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu naturally enjoyed seeing it, and he just didn't open his arms and hug him.

Luo Bing would not be as he wished. After all, he was a martial arts practitioner. He twisted his waist and stopped his body in the air, and then slowly lifted his body up again.

If you like it, don’t eat it!Luo Bing was a little embarrassed and stopped trying to steal the bowl from him.

Of course I have to eat it, how could Song let down his wife's kindness?After a bowl of hot porridge, Song Qingshu felt that the true energy in the Dantian seemed to be a little active. He was shocked and quickly started to heal his wounds.

Song Qingshu opened his eyes from the meditation again, looked at the bright sky outside, and couldn't help but ask in confusion: Why haven't they come back yet? Could something happened?

Luo Bing held his chin with his hand and was dozing around the table. When he heard his voice, he was startled and woke up, saying: I don’t know Ah.

She was also very confused. Xia Qingqing knew what she was going to do, but Li Yuanzhi never came back.

I felt that my injuries had recovered by 70% or 80%, so Song Qingshu jumped out of the bed. I went out to find them and notified Shangshen to bring some food to him. I would get tired of eating too much dim sum.

Luo Bing nodded and watched Song Qingshu disappear outside the door. At that moment, she suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, as if she was like a wife watching her husband go out.

After coming out of Shangshenjian, Song Qingshu looked for it in the palace with a serious expression. At first, he thought Xia Qingqing could no longer hold back and went to assassinate Kangxi. However, he did not know how to find Duolong to find out that there was no news of other assassins except for the posing assault he rescued the Red Flower Society last night.

Next, Song Qingshu thought Xia Qingqing was lost in the palace. Although she felt that she should not be so stupid, the palace was too big after all, and Song Qingshu couldn't figure it out.

Using his current identity to cover up, he found it in the palace.

As a result, he continued until the setting sun, and he did not find Xia Qingqing's traces. Suddenly thinking of a certain possibility, Song Qingshu's face darkened, and Feng Fenghuohuo returned to his residence.

What did you say to Xia Qingqing yesterday?When she opened the door, Song Qingshu didn't notice Luo Bing's face and asked with a gloomy face.

But Luo Bing did not answer his question, but instead raised a piece of paper in his hand, his voice as cold as ice: What is this?

When Song Qingshu touched the collar of his clothes, his face changed slightly. It turned out that when he was healing yesterday, he accidentally left Wen Tailai's letter to his wife on the bed.

Now that things have come to this point, Song Qingshu no longer makes unnecessary excuses, but instead said frankly: Madam is not an illiterate village woman in the mountains, why bother asking clearly?

well!Luo Bing's lips were so angry that he was trembling. This was indeed the fourth brother's note. What despicable and shameless means did you use to make him write this?

No matter how despicable the methods I used were, the most important thing was that Wen Tailai did write this article. Song Qingshu glanced at Luo Bing, and it seemed that the wife was not that important in his heart.

Every word Song Qingshu said was engraved in Luo Bing's heart like a sharp blade. Women are all emotional animals. Many times they do not care about the matter itself, but about some things that men find inexplicable.

In Wen Tai's view, he was purely trying to save the brothers of the Red Flower Association. Even if Luo Bing knew about it, he would definitely understand his behavior.

Luo Bing did as he wished. When she saw this letter, she restored the situation where Song Qingshu forced Wen Tailai to a certain extent. However, her attention was not here, but as Song Qingshu said, no matter what her husband's difficulties were, the fact was that he gave up on himself and gave himself to another man!