Song Qingshu looked back and saw a woman slowly walking out of the inner hall. Her complexion was as clear as jade. Under the red candlelight in the hall, she looked incomparably beautiful.
"Brother Song, this is my first wife, Fang Yi." Wei Xiaobao proudly put his arm around Fang Yi's shoulder.
A trace of disgust flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, but she still let him hug her.
"Fang Yi?" Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, and then thinking of the dark and thin Fang Yi in Chen Xiaochun's version of The Deer and the Cauldron, Song Qingshu was momentarily out of character. He thought to himself: Although Eason Chen and his wife have a very good relationship, Xu Haoyu's appearance is indeed not that good.
"Greetings, Brother Song." Fang Yi saw Song Qingshu and sighed in her heart: What a handsome man.
"Sister-in-law, no need to be so polite." Song Qingshu helped her up and said, "Brother Wei has already told me that after he goes north, Song Mou will do his best to protect your safety."
"Brother Song, because of various reasons, she was forced to join the Divine Dragon Cult. In order to control their subordinates, the Divine Dragon Cult will give them the Leopard Embryo Tendon-Changing Pill. This medicine is extremely vicious …" Wei Xiaobao told Song Qingshu about the fat and thin monks. After listening, he looked at him with hope and said, "Brother Song's martial arts are excellent, I wonder if you can cure this poison?"
Noticing that Fang Yi's body unconsciously trembled, Song Qingshu hurriedly comforted her: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I have also heard about the Leopard Embryo Tendon-Changing Pill. Although I don't know medicine, I know someone who can cure this poison."
Hearing this, Fang Yi's voice trembled a little. This poison was like maggots in the tarsal bones, causing her to be on tenterhooks all day long. She quickly asked: "Really? I hope Brother Song can give me some advice. "
Seeing her delicate and pitiful appearance, Song QingShu thought: 'This fellow Wei Xiaobao's luck with women is indeed not shallow …' "Sister-in-law can go to Dongting Lake to look for the Poison Hands King of Medicine. I believe with the Senior's skill, this kind of poison is not difficult for him. It's just that the Poison Hand King Of Medicine has an eccentric personality. Hmm, I have quite a bit of history with the Poison Hand King Of Medicine. When the time comes, I'll write a letter for you to bring to him. I'm sure he'll lend a helping hand. "
Fang Yi was overjoyed, and her breathing quickened. "Thank you, Brother Song!"
Wei Xiaobao, who was at the side, couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He had helped her so many times, but he had never seen her so sincerely grateful to him. Seeing a good-looking man, the little girl's heart really rippled …
After the banquet, Wei Xiaobao personally sent him to the door. Song Qingshu walked to the palace gate of the Forbidden City, turning back from time to time to wave. When he turned the corner, Song Qingshu stopped and put away his smile.
Seeing that there was no one around, Song Qingshu used his lightness skill and sneaked back to Wei Xiaobao's Viscount Mansion. Previously, he had spied on the Viscount Mansion several times at night, but each time, he returned empty-handed. He didn't find any trace of the Forty-two-chapter Sutra.
"Although I already know that the Manchurian Qing's treasure is on Mount Luding in Liaodong, I don't know where Mount Luding is or where the treasure is. It seems that I can only ask for the treasure map in the Forty-two-chapter Sutra." Song Qingshu evaded the patrolling guards.
As he searched, Wei Xiaobao searched.
Song Qingshu vaguely remembered that in the original work, Wei Xiaobao seemed to have hidden the Forty-two-chapter Sutra in a coffin, but he couldn't find the coffin after so many times. Song Qingshu thought that he remembered wrong, so he deliberately searched every place in the Viscount Mansion, but still found nothing.
After searching the last place left behind, Song Qingshu frowned in disappointment, thinking that the Forty-two-chapter Sutra was probably not in the Viscount Mansion.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Song Qingshu's heart suddenly moved. He looked at a room in the distance. The candlelight in the room was swaying, and the shadows of people were faintly reflected on the window. He knew that it was Wei Xiaobao's bedroom. After hesitating for a moment, he exerted force on his feet and leaped, landing on the roof of the bedroom.
He gently lifted the roof tiles and heard the voices of a man and a woman coming from inside. Song Qingshu carefully looked inside.
"Shuang 'er, why don't you go out and see Brother Song today?" Wei Xiaobao asked.
"I'm not feeling well. Thinking that I have Miss Fang to accompany me anyway, I'm too lazy to go out." Shuang 'er said languidly, but in her heart, she remembered that Song Qingshu had taken advantage of her quite a bit that night. She was angry and did not want to see him again. Of course, she could not tell Xiaobao this reason.
"My Shuang 'er is actually jealous," Wei Xiaobao said, pretending to be surprised. "Come, come, come, let your husband examine you, see where you are feeling unwell." While saying that, he stretched out his hand as if he was going to untie Shuang' er's clothes.
"Aiya!" Shuang 'er's beautiful face turned pale, she hastily dodged. Unfortunately, she was still one step too late. Her coat was immediately pulled down by Wei Xiaobao, revealing her smooth, snow-white, fragrant shoulder.
Seeing the two of them having fun in the boudoir, Song Qingshu subconsciously turned his head, feeling extremely regretful in his heart: If it was someone I don't know, it would be fine, but Wei Xiaobao and I have a pretty good relationship, it's not easy to make a move on him.
Just as he was about to leave with a heart full of regret, a light suddenly flashed in Song Qingshu's mind; he remembered the scene he saw a moment ago. Hastily he turned his head around and looked inside carefully.
Shuang 'er's hands were tightly pulling the underwear on her body, she did not stop dodging Wei Xiaobao's wicked hands. Her soft and silky skin was faintly discernible inside the gauze curtain.
However, this was not the key point. Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed, he saw clearly that there seemed to be a complicated pattern embroidered on Shuang 'er's underwear. If it were not for the fact that his internal energy was profound and his eyesight was exceptionally sharp, perhaps he would only think that it was an ordinary embroidery, how could he see clearly that it was a map embroidered on it?
Sure enough, Shuang 'er opened her mouth and said, "Xiaobao, stop messing around, aren't you afraid of tearing … tearing the embroidery on the clothes?"
"I have confidence in my family's Shuang 'er's craftsmanship. Besides, this is embroidered with soft golden thread, how can it be so easy to tear it?" The more Wei Xiaobao spoke, the prouder he became, "Old turtle Hai, Empress Dowager that old witch, Shen Long Jiao … they are all looking for the' Forty-two-chapter Sutra ', who would have thought that I have already secretly swapped out the map and embroidered it on my family's Shuang' er's underwear … the only pity is that I am missing Wu Sangui's and Bao Qinwang's copies."
Slapping away the other party's attempt to embroider on her body.
Shuang 'er spat and said, "Look at how happy you are, if one day I elope with another handsome gentleman, you won't even have time to cry."
"If it was on that old woman Fang Yi, it would really be possible," Wei Xiaobao laughed mischievously, "But even if everyone in the world betrays me, my good Shuang 'er will definitely stand on my side, naturally I am at ease …"
"You only know how to say nice things to coax me …" Shuang 'er was extremely bashful, she only felt sweetness in her heart.
Seeing that the two of them began to flirt with each other and no longer said any meaningful information, Song Qingshu hastily leaped out of the Viscount Mansion.
"At this time, seizing the map on Shuang 'er's body is as easy as flipping my hand, but I will definitely alert the enemy." On the way back to the palace, Song Qingshu weighed the pros and cons in his heart, "There is no difference whether I take it earlier or later, if I make a move now and ruin the familiar plot, the gains will not make up for the losses. As for the remaining two sutras, one is with Wu Sangui, the other is with Bao Qinwang, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for me to obtain them, so seizing Shuang 'er's map would be useless … I might as well wait for Wei Xiaobao to obtain the other two sutras before making a move myself. "
Making up his mind, Song Qingshu finally put down a large stone in his heart. With a smile on his face, he walked towards the palace. Chapter 110: Can Tell Me Male and Female
"Big Beauty, Little Beauty, did you miss me?" Returning to his own courtyard and seeing that the room was pitch-black, Song Qingshu stepped forward and stretched out his hand to push.
"Whoosh!" Song Qingshu hastily dodged. Looking at the Golden Snake Awl between his fingers, he could not help but smile bitterly, "Forget it, forget it. You two rest on your own, I'll just find a place to sleep outside."
Leaning on the branch of a big tree in the courtyard, Song Qingshu was extremely gloomy, 'One monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink … I can't even settle the blessings of having two wives now, how am I going to open a harem in the future …'
"Who is it?" A pair of patrolling imperial guards happened to notice the figure on the tree. They turned pale with fright, drew their swords and asked.
Song Qingshu poked his head out and said, "Don't make a fuss, it's me. Recently, the palace has not been peaceful, from now on, I will stand at a high place to monitor the palace to see if there are any abnormalities. You two continue patrolling as usual, there is no need to inform me, lest you expose me. "
"Lord Song is really a role model for our generation!" A few imperial guards gave him a thumbs up and smiled obsequiously.
After the people left, Song Qingshu immediately lay down on the tree, moved the nearby branches in front of his body with his hands, closed his eyes and fell asleep. "What the hell, who would have the time to help Kangxi guard the house at night? I'm not a husky."
The next day at dawn, Song Qingshu also woke up in a daze when he heard the sound of the door opening below. Seeing the two women in the courtyard starting to freshen up, he quickly jumped down from the tree.
"Morning!" Song Qingshu moved his shoulders and said with a grimace.
"Morning," Xia Qingqing replied faintly, suddenly her expression turned into a faint smile, "Young master, did you sleep well last night?"
"Not bad, not bad, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, it has a unique flavor." Song Qingshu laughed.
Li Yuanzhi couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Last night, we heard a loud bang. I don't know what fell from the tree."
"Did it? Why didn't I hear it? " Song Qingshu looked embarrassed and said, "By the way, I have to go to the commander of the guards today to see if those sects have sent the hostages. I'll leave first, I can't talk to you anymore." After saying that, he hurriedly ran away.
Not long after he ran out of the door, he heard giggles coming from behind him. Song Qingshu could not help but stop to rub his buttocks and gasp, "Yesterday's fall was really f * cking painful, I don't know how Xiao Long Nu managed to sleep on a rope."
Arriving at the Heroic Gate, Song Qingshu picked up a cup of herbal tea to rinse his mouth, then told the imperial guard his purpose of coming, the imperial guard hurriedly invited the commander of the guards over.
"Oh, it's Lord Song." The commander of the guards came out to welcome him enthusiastically. Although his official position and power was higher than Song Qingshu's, he knew that Song Qingshu was now the emperor's favorite. Moreover, he had found out from other channels that Song Qingshu was about to set up the 'Stick Department', so he did not dare to neglect him.
"Greetings, Lord Commander." Song Qing Shu's eyes lit up.
"Big beauty, little beauty, did you miss me?" Returning to his own courtyard, Song Qingshu saw that the room was pitch-black, so he went forward and stretched out his hand, wanting to push them.
"Whoosh!" Song Qingshu hurriedly dodged, looked at the golden snake awl between his two fingers, and could not help but smile bitterly, "Forget it, you guys rest, I'll find a place to sleep outside."
Leaning on the branch of a big tree in the courtyard, Song Qingshu was very depressed, 'One monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink … Now I can't even get a wife, how am I going to open a harem in the future …'
"Who is it?" A pair of patrolling guards happened to see the figure on the tree, and they were shocked, pulled out their swords and asked.
Song Qingshu poked his head out and said, "Don't make a fuss, it's me. Recently, the palace has not been peaceful, so from now on, I'll stand on a high place to monitor the palace at night to see if there are any abnormalities. You guys patrol as usual, no need to greet me, lest you expose me. "
"Lord Song is really our role model!" Several guards gave him a thumbs up and smiled flatteringly.
After the guards left, Song Qingshu immediately lay down on the tree, moved the nearby branches in front of him with his hands, closed his eyes, and directly fell asleep, "What the hell, who has the time to help guard Kangxi's house at night? I'm not a husky."
The next day at dawn, hearing the sound of the door opening below, Song Qingshu also woke up in a daze, saw the two women in the courtyard began to freshen up, and quickly jumped down from the tree.
"Morning!" Song Qingshu moved his shoulders and said with a grimace.
"Morning," Xia Qingqing replied faintly, and suddenly her expression changed into a faint smile, "Young master, did you sleep well last night?"
"Not bad, not bad, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, it has a unique flavor." Song Qingshu laughed.
Li Yuanzhi couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Last night, we heard a loud bang, I don't know what fell from the tree?"
"Did it? Why didn't I hear it? " Song Qingshu looked embarrassed and said, "By the way, I have to go to the commander of the guards today to see if those sects have sent the hostages. I'll leave first, I can't talk to you anymore." After saying that, he hurriedly ran away.
Not long after he ran out of the door, he heard the giggles coming from behind him, Song Qingshu couldn't help but stop and rub his butt, inhaling a breath of cold air, "Yesterday's fall was so f * cking painful, I don't know how Xiao Long Nu managed to sleep on a rope."
Arriving at the Heroic Martial Gate, Song Qingshu picked up a cup of herbal tea to rinse his mouth, then told the guard his purpose of coming, and the guard hurriedly invited the commander of the guards over.
"So it's Lord Song." The commander of the guards came out to welcome him enthusiastically, although his official position and power was higher than Song Qingshu's, he knew that Song Qingshu was now the emperor's favorite, and he also found out from other channels that Song Qingshu was about to set up the "Stick Department", so he didn't dare to neglect him.
"Greetings, Lord Commander." Song Qing Shu's eyes lit up.
"Big beauty, little beauty, did you miss me?" Returning to his own courtyard, he saw that the room was pitch black, so Song Qingshu went forward and stretched out his hand to push.
"Whoosh!" Song Qingshu hurriedly dodged, looked at the Golden Snake Awl between his two fingers, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Forget it, you guys rest, I'll just find a place to sleep outside."
Leaning on the branch of a big tree in the courtyard, Song Qingshu was very depressed, 'One monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink … Now I can't even get a wife, how am I going to open a harem in the future …'
"Who is it?" A pair of patrolling guards happened to see the figure on the tree, and they turned pale with fright, pulled out their swords and asked.
Song Qingshu poked his head out, "Don't make a fuss, it's me, recently the Imperial Palace hasn't been peaceful, I'll stand at a high place to monitor the Imperial Palace at night to see if there are any abnormalities. You guys patrol as usual, there's no need to greet me, lest you expose me. "
"Lord Song is really a role model for our generation!" A few guards gave him a thumbs up, smiled flatteringly.
After everyone left, Song Qingshu immediately lay down on the tree, moved the nearby branches in front of him with his hands, closed his eyes, and directly fell asleep, "What the hell, who would have the time to help Kangxi guard the house at night, I'm not a husky."
The next day at dawn, Song Qingshu heard the sound of the door opening below, and woke up in a daze. Seeing the two women in the courtyard starting to freshen up, he hurriedly jumped down from the tree.
"Morning!" Song Qingshu moved his shoulders, grinned and said.
"Morning," Xia Qingqing replied lightly, suddenly her expression changed into a faint smile, "Young master, did you sleep well last night?"
"Not bad, not bad, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, it has a different flavor." Song Qingshu laughed.
Li Yuanzhi couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Last night, we heard a loud bang. I don't know what fell from the tree."
"Did it? Why didn't I hear it? " Song Qingshu looked embarrassed, "By the way, I have to go to the commander of the guards today to see if those sects have sent the hostages. I'll leave first, I can't talk to you anymore." After saying that, he hurriedly ran away.
Not long after he ran out of the door, he heard giggles coming from behind him, Song Qingshu couldn't help but stop to rub his buttocks, took a deep breath and said, "Yesterday's fall was really f * cking painful, I don't know how Xiao Long Nu managed to sleep on a rope."
Arriving at the Heroic Gate, Song Qingshu picked up a cup of herbal tea to rinse his mouth, then told the guard his purpose of coming, the guard hurriedly invited the commander of the guards over.
"Oh, it's Lord Song." The commander of the guards came out to greet him enthusiastically. Although his official position and power was higher than Song Qingshu's, he knew that Song Qingshu was now the emperor's favorite, and he also found out from other channels that Song Qingshu was about to establish a 'sticking stick office', so he didn't dare to be negligent.
"Greetings, Lord Commander." Song Qing Shu's eyes lit up.
"Big beauties, little beauties, did you miss me?" Returning to his own courtyard, Song Qingshu saw that the room was pitch-black, so he went forward and stretched out his hand to push.
"Whoosh!" Song Qingshu hurriedly dodged, looked at the golden snake awl between his fingers, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Forget it, you guys rest, I'll just find a place to sleep outside."
Leaning on the branch of a big tree in the courtyard, Song Qingshu was very depressed, 'One monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink … Now I can't even get a wife, how am I going to open a harem in the future …'
"Who is it?" A pair of patrolling guards happened to see the figure on the tree, and they were shocked, pulled out their swords and asked.
Song Qingshu poked his head out and said, "Don't make a fuss, it's me, the palace hasn't been peaceful recently, I'll stand on a high place to monitor the palace at night to see if there are any abnormalities. You guys patrol as usual, no need to greet me, lest you expose me. "
"Lord Song is really a role model for our generation!" Several guards gave him a thumbs up and smiled flatteringly.
After the guards left, Song Qingshu immediately lay down on the tree, moved the nearby branches in front of him with his hands, closed his eyes, and directly fell asleep, "What the hell, who has the time to help guard Kangxi's house at night, I'm not a husky."
The next day at dawn, Song Qingshu heard the sound of the door opening below, and woke up in a daze. Seeing the two women in the courtyard starting to freshen up, he quickly jumped down from the tree.
"Morning!" Song Qingshu moved his shoulders and said with a grimace.
"Morning," Xia Qingqing replied faintly, and suddenly her expression changed into a faint smile, "Did you sleep well last night, Young Master?"
"Not bad, not bad, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, it has a unique flavor." Song Qingshu laughed.
Li Yuanzhi couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Last night, we heard a loud bang, I don't know what fell from the tree?"
"Did it? Why didn't I hear it? " Song Qingshu looked embarrassed and said, "By the way, I'm going to the commander of the guards today to see if those sects have sent the hostages. I'll leave first, I can't talk to you anymore." After saying that, he hurriedly ran away.
Not long after he ran out of the door, he heard a giggle coming from behind him. Song Qingshu couldn't help but stop to rub his butt, and he sucked in a breath of cold air, "Yesterday's fall was so f * cking painful, I don't know how Xiao Long Nu managed to sleep on a rope."
Arriving at the Heroic Martial Gate, Song Qingshu picked up a cup of herbal tea to rinse his mouth, and then told the guard why he was here, and the guard hurriedly invited the commander of the guards over.
"So it's Lord Song." The commander of the guards came out to greet him enthusiastically. Although his official position and power was higher than Song Qingshu's, he knew that Song Qingshu was now the emperor's favorite, and he also found out from other channels that Song Qingshu was about to set up the 'Stick Department', so he didn't dare to neglect him.
"Greetings, Lord Commander." Song Qing Shu's eyes lit up.
"Big beauty, little beauty, did you miss me?" Returning to his own courtyard, he saw that the room was pitch black, so Song Qingshu went forward and stretched out his hand to push.
"Whoosh!" Song Qingshu hurriedly dodged, looked at the Golden Snake Awl between his fingers, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Forget it, you guys rest, I'll just find a place to sleep outside."
Leaning on the branch of a big tree in the courtyard, Song Qingshu was very depressed, 'One monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink … Now I can't even get a wife, how am I going to open a harem in the future …'
"Who is it?" A pair of patrolling guards happened to see the figure on the tree, and they turned pale with fright, pulled out their swords and asked.
Song Qingshu poked his head out, "Don't make a fuss, it's me, the imperial palace hasn't been peaceful recently, I'll stand at a high place to monitor the palace at night to see if there are any abnormalities. You guys go on patrol as usual, there's no need to greet me, lest you expose me. "
"Lord Song is really a role model for our generation!" A few guards gave him a thumbs up, smiled flatteringly.
After the guards left, Song Qingshu immediately lay down on the tree, moved the nearby branches in front of him with his hands, closed his eyes, and directly fell asleep, "What the hell, who would have the time to help Kangxi guard the house at night, I'm not a husky."
The next day at dawn, Song Qingshu heard the sound of the door opening below, and woke up in a daze. Seeing the two women in the courtyard starting to freshen up, he hurriedly jumped down from the tree.
"Morning!" Song Qingshu moved his shoulders, grinned and said.
"Morning," Xia Qingqing replied lightly, suddenly her expression changed into a faint smile, "Young master, did you sleep well last night?"
"Not bad, not bad, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, it has a different flavor." Song Qingshu laughed.
Li Yuanzhi couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Last night, we heard a loud bang. I don't know what fell from the tree."
"Did it? Why didn't I hear it? " Song QingShu said awkwardly, "By the way, I'm going to the commander of the army to see if the hostages from those sects have been sent over. I'll leave first. I can't talk to you anymore." With that, he hurriedly fled.
Not long after he ran out of the door, he heard giggles coming from behind him, Song Qingshu couldn't help but stop to rub his buttocks, took a deep breath and said, "Yesterday's fall was really f * cking painful, I don't know how Xiao Long Nu managed to sleep on a rope."
Arriving at the Heroic Gate, Song Qingshu picked up a cup of herbal tea to rinse his mouth, and then told the guards his purpose of coming, the guards hurriedly invited the commander of the guards over.
"Oh, it's Lord Song." The commander of the guards came out to greet him enthusiastically. Although his official position and power was higher than Song Qingshu's, he knew that Song Qingshu was now the emperor's favorite, and he also found out from other channels that Song Qingshu was about to establish a 'sticking stick office', so he didn't dare to be negligent.
"Greetings, Lord Commander." Song Qing Shu's eyes lit up.
"Big beauties, little beauties, did you miss me?" Returning to his own courtyard, Song Qingshu saw that the room was pitch-black, so he went forward and stretched out his hand to push.
"Whoosh!" Song Qingshu hurriedly dodged, looked at the golden snake awl between his fingers, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Forget it, you guys rest, I'll just find a place to sleep outside."
Leaning on the branch of a big tree in the courtyard, Song Qingshu was very depressed: One monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink … Now I can't even get a wife, how can I open a harem in the future …
"Who is it?" A pair of patrolling guards happened to see the figure on the tree, and they were shocked, pulled out their swords and asked.
Song Qingshu poked his head out and said, "Don't make a fuss, it's me. Recently the palace hasn't been peaceful, I'll stand on a high place to monitor the palace at night to see if there are any abnormalities. You guys patrol as usual, no need to greet me, lest you expose me. "
"Lord Song is really a role model for our generation!" Several guards gave him a thumbs up and smiled flatteringly.
After the guards left, Song Qingshu immediately lay down on the tree, moved the nearby branches in front of him with his hands, closed his eyes, and directly fell asleep. "What the hell, who has the time to help Kangxi guard the house at night? I'm not a husky."
The next day at dawn, Song Qingshu heard the sound of the door opening below, and woke up in a daze. Seeing the two girls in the courtyard, he quickly jumped down from the tree.
"Morning!" Song Qingshu moved his shoulders and said with a grimace.
"Morning," Xia Qingqing replied faintly, and suddenly her expression changed into a faint smile. "Did you sleep well last night, Young Master?"
"Not bad, not bad. The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and it has a unique flavor." Song Qingshu laughed.
Li Yuanzhi couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Last night, we heard a loud bang, and we don't know what fell from the tree?"
"Did it? Why didn't I hear it? " Song Qingshu looked embarrassed and said, "Right, I'm going to the commander of the guards today to see if the hostages from those sects have been sent over. I'll leave first, and I can't talk to you anymore." After that, he hurriedly ran away.
Not long after he ran out of the door, he heard giggles coming from behind him. Song Qingshu couldn't help but stop and rub his buttocks. He took a deep breath and said, "Yesterday's fall was so f * cking painful. I don't know how Xiao Long Nu managed to sleep on a rope."
Arriving at the Heroic Gate, Song Qingshu picked up a cup of herbal tea to rinse his mouth, and then told the guards why he came. The guards hurriedly invited the commander of the guards over.
"Oh, it's Lord Song." The commander of the guards greeted him enthusiastically. Although his official position and power were higher than Song Qingshu's, he knew that Song Qingshu was now a favorite of the emperor, and he also learned from other channels that Song Qingshu was about to establish a 'sticking stick office', so he didn't dare to neglect him.
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