"I won't let you off even if I turn into a malicious spirit!" A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Wen Tailai's mouth. It was obvious that he was too angry and injured himself.
Song QingShu let out a long laugh, turned around, and left in a carefree manner.
After leaving the imperial prison, Song Qingshu specifically looked for Doron to discuss and asked him to delay the shift of the patrolling guards.
Doron hesitated for a moment. "Brother Song, try not to harm the lives of those guards. Our brothers all have families …"
"Don't worry. Even though I'm not a merciful person, I don't want to kill too many people." Song Qingshu looked at Doron in surprise.
After nightfall, Song Qingshu changed into a set of nocturnal clothes that Doron had specially prepared. After silently knocking out the guards at the entrance of the imperial prison, he quietly exhaled and used his qinggong to rush in.
The members of the Red Flower Society had received a hint from Song Qingshu during the day and had been conserving their energy to pay attention to the outside. Suddenly, they saw a flash of smoke in front of them and all the Tatar guards fell to the ground. When they saw clearly that the person who came was Song Qingshu, they were all shocked.
"Time is of the essence. Change your clothes and follow me." Song Qingshu searched the guards and took out the keys and threw them into their respective rooms. He also threw a few sets of guard uniforms at the entrance.
While they were hurriedly changing their clothes, Song Qingshu quietly came to Yu Yutong's side and asked in a low voice, "Have you thought it through? This is the last chance. If you miss it, it won't be easy to finish off Wen Tailai without any flaws. "
Yu Yutong's heart was as calm as still water. He was not moved at all. He said coldly, "Sire, you don't need to say anything more. Considering that you saved us, I won't tell your suggestion to the other leaders of the Red Flower Society. Sire, you're on your own."
Song Qingshu shook his head regretfully. He thought, "Without Yu Yutong, the best scapegoat, it won't be easy for me to hide the fact that I killed Wen Tailai from the others …"
When he thought of Luo Bing's mature and charming delicate body, Song Qingshu forcefully suppressed the impulse to make a move against Wen Tailai, and he ridiculed himself endlessly in his heart. When a person possesses formidable strength, they would really be unable to refrain from putting some of the evil thoughts in their hearts into action? In this world where the strong rule, it's hard for a man to control himself … "
"Thank you, Song Shaoxia, for your righteousness and help. We will definitely explain all the previous misunderstandings to Chief Leader Chen after we get out." The fat Zhao Banshan tugged at the buttons on his lapel with all his might, barely managing to button up his uniform. However, looking at the tight buckles, Song Qingshu suspected that a sneeze from Zhao Banshan could tear his uniform apart.
"Hmph!" Wen Tailai, who was at the side, was suffering in silence. He subconsciously didn't want others to know about his deal with Song Qingshu.
"Come with me. Stay calm later, and don't panic even if you run into any patrolling guards. No one will find out that the imperial prison has been raided." Song Qingshu also took off his outer layer of nocturnal clothes, revealing a guard uniform. He took the lead and walked out.
The three of them followed behind him, making many twists and turns, and finally arrived at the Forbidden City.
At a secluded place on the outer wall of the Forbidden City, Song Qingshu pointed outside the wall and said in a deep voice, "Song Mou will escort you here. You can leave the palace after you climb over this wall.
"A friendly reminder: don't come back for the time being after you get out. Although I don't know how you managed to trick Patriarch Sunflower out of the palace, he'll be back in a few days. You can't even defeat me, let alone him. "
Zhao Banshan and the others nodded. Looking at the wall that was dozens of feet high, they couldn't help but look troubled. "We don't have any tools right now. I'm afraid we won't be able to climb over such a high wall."
Song Qingshu was stunned. Looking at the Forbidden City's wall that was dozens of feet high, he suddenly understood. The Forbidden City must have been built to guard against those Jianghu people who could come and go as they pleased. That's why the palace walls were so lofty …
"Alright, I'll bring you out." Song Qingshu was speechless. He couldn't stop grumbling in his heart, 'Is it easy for me to be a father and a mother at the same time? Fortunately, it's two beauties who are begging me … '
Song Qingshu held onto Zhao Banshan's shoulder and used his inner energy to jump up. Unexpectedly, he underestimated Zhao Banshan's weight. Halfway through the jump, he felt a little exhausted. Hastily, he pushed off the palace wall with the tip of his foot and used the Wall Climbing Gecko Skill to flip over.
"Fatty Zhao, you really need to lose some weight. Do you really think you're the Maitreya Buddha?" After putting him down, Song Qingshu secretly broke out in a cold sweat.
"I'm already used to this body." As Zhao Banshan laughed, the fat on his body began to jiggle. "I wonder who the friend Song Shaoxia mentioned earlier was?"
"You'll find out in the future, Your Excellency." Song Qingshu didn't answer. He jumped and flipped back into the palace.
Seeing Song Qingshu reach out to grab his shoulder, Wen Tai took a step back and said, "Let's send Fourteenth Brother out first."
Song Qingshu looked at him suspiciously, then grabbed Yu Yutong and jumped out. Compared to Zhao Banshan, Yu Yutong's upper body was as light as a swallow. Song Qingshu didn't have to exert much strength to send him out.
"Fourth Master Wen, come, I'll send you out. Although Song Mou isn't a gentleman, since I've promised to send you out, I'll naturally keep my promise. You don't have to worry that I'll secretly harm you. "Song Qingshu saw that Wen Tai's face was full of wariness and knew that he had gone overboard earlier.
"Even if you send me out today, I won't accept this favor. In the future, I'll definitely think of a way to kill you." Wen Tai's eyes were filled with hatred.
"Kill me, kill me. No man can endure the hatred of stealing his wife." Seeing Wen Tai's angry expression, Song Qingshu suddenly thought of Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo. He seemed to see a shadow of himself in Wen Tai and his heart softened. "Fourth Master Wen, you can take your wife far away to a place where Song Mou can't find you. That way, the gift book in Song Mou's hands will only be a piece of waste paper."
"Thank you for your reminder." Wen Tai laughed coldly.
"I wonder where that cheap wife of mine is now. I didn't deliberately conceal my identity in the Manchurian Qing. Logically, she should have come to find me long ago.
I've taken my revenge. " Song Qingshu supported Wen Tai as he leapt up. He suddenly thought of Zhou Zhiruo and the thousands of amorous feelings of that night.
A sharp pain came from his ribs. Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood. He waved his hand to the side. With a muffled groan, Song Qingshu's body fell down uncontrollably.
Wen Tai had just pressed a hundred percent of his Rushing Thunder Palm on Song Qingshu's ribs. Using the recoil, he leapt to the top of the palace wall. Just as he was about to land another palm strike from above, he suddenly saw a group of guards rushing over from nearby.
After hesitating for a moment, Wen Tai thought that Luo Bing must be anxiously waiting for his news outside. In any case, Song Qingshu had been hit by his Rushing Thunder Palm with all his strength. Even if he didn't die, he would be crippled. He spat on the ground, turned around, and fled.
Looking at the disappearing figure of the other party, Song Qingshu stood up unsteadily. He was filled with hatred in his heart. Just now, Wen Tai had acted as if he would fight to the death with Song Qingshu to numb himself. How could he have known that the other party had the idea of immediate revenge? In addition, when Song Qingshu thought of Zhou Zhiruo, he was momentarily absent-minded. Thus, he was successfully ambushed by Wen Tai, whose martial arts were far inferior to his.
"The power of the Rushing Thunder Palm is indeed worthy of its reputation." Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood. He knew in his heart that if it wasn't for the divine technique protecting his body, he would have died long ago. Even though his life was not in danger now, he would not be able to fight for a short period of time.
Hearing the voice of the imperial bodyguard nearby, Song Qingshu did not want his true situation to be known by others. He forcefully gathered his zhenqi and staggered towards his courtyard.
When Luo Bing saw Song Qingshu, she jumped in fright and hurriedly went forward to support him. "How did you suffer such heavy injuries? Have Fourth Brother Wen and the others been rescued? "
Song Qingshu did not answer her question. Instead, he looked around the room and asked with a frown, "Qing … where is Madam Yuan? And where did the girl from the Li family go? "
"This morning, right after you left, Sister Yuanzhi left the palace. She said she wanted to see if she could find a way to rescue Fourth Brother, Fourteenth Brother and the others. As for Madam Yuan …" Luo Bing's expression was somewhat unnatural as she said, "Not long after, she also left. I don't know where she went."
"Oh," Song Qingshu nodded. He thought in his heart, "Why am I so unlucky? Once I am injured, the two trustworthy women are not here. Only Luo Bing, who has ulterior motives, is left."
"Have you rescued Fourth Brother Wen and the others?" Luo Bing asked apprehensively.
"Oh, not yet," Song Qingshu lied calmly. At this time, he did not dare to say that Wen Tailai had already escaped. Otherwise, if the other party saw that he was injured, he would definitely take revenge and complain.
Luo Bing revealed a disappointed expression. "The longer they stay in prison, the more danger they'll face. Do you have any confidence in saving them?"
"Don't forget that I'm the Deputy Steward of the Imperial Guard." Song Qingshu couldn't help but cough a few times as he spoke. "I ran into an enemy today and suffered some minor injuries. Won't it be easy to save your husband once I've recovered a bit? Don't worry, for some reason, Emperor Kangxi has no intention of interrogating them.
The Emperor has no intention of interrogating them. As long as they are not interrogated, they are safe in the Imperial Prison. "
It was quite strange. Luo Bing had been hoping for Song Qingshu to die earlier, but now that he was heavily injured, she wanted nothing more than for him to recover as soon as possible so that she could save her husband.
Picking up the medicine from the bedside, Luo Bing handed it over. "This is the medicine you brought back last night. It's quite effective, try it."
Song QingShu looked at her pale face due to excessive blood loss and asked, "How are your injuries?"
Recalling how Xia Qingqing and Li Yuanzhi had taken off her clothes and bandaged her wounds while she was unconscious, Luo Bing's pale cheeks flushed red. "Just some superficial wounds, nothing serious."
"I've suffered internal injuries, so the medicine won't work." Song Qingshu sat cross-legged on the bed and felt the lingering warmth of the blanket. "Since your injuries have mostly healed, I'll use this bed for a while. If you don't mind, you can rest on the bed. I need to heal anyway, so I can't take advantage of you. "
Luo Bing's head shook like a rattle drum, and she said in a hurried tone, "No need, no need. I've slept for a day, and it's enough. I just want to move around in the room."
"You mustn't go out. After the ruckus you caused last time, the imperial palace is searching very hard. They won't dare to enter my place, but if you go out and get caught, I won't have the time to save you. Since you've lost your reward, I naturally won't save your husband."
Song Qingshu threatened. Soon, the entire imperial palace would know that the Red Flower Society members had been rescued. If Luo Bing went out and heard something, it would be very bad.
"Mm." Luo Bing nodded meekly. Suddenly, she said with a bashful expression, "Do … do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten for an entire day. "
Looking at the beautiful woman's embarrassed expression, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. He pointed at the cabinet in the corner. "There are many pastries in there. The Catering Bureau sent them over. Eat as much as you want. Oh, right, if you don't mind, can you make some porridge for me? I don't know why, but after I was injured, I've been craving that. "
Luo Bing was silent for a while. Finally, she said, "Can this count as a request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, she couldn't help but smile sweetly. "Forget it, I'll just do a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? "
"It's next door, but I don't have any ingredients other than some rice. After all, I rarely cook for myself." Seeing her smile for the first time in front of him, Song Qingshu was dazed for a moment.
"Hurry up and treat your injuries. I'll go make the porridge." Luo Bing picked up a few pastries from the cabinet and held them in her arms. She tiptoed to help him close the door.
Song Qingshu's expression turned serious. He began to circulate the Nine Yin Manual to treat his injuries.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes. The tip of his nose smelled the fresh fragrance of rice.
"You're awake?" Luo Bing slowly walked in with a handkerchief holding a small pot. After placing it on the table, she couldn't help but pinch her earlobe with her scalded fingers.
Seeing the girl's sudden girlish behavior, Song Qingshu found it funny. "Does pinching your earlobe really work when you're scalded?"
"It doesn't seem to work." Luo Bing awkwardly put down her fingers. "This is what my mother taught me since I was young."
Luo Bing scooped a bowl of porridge and brought it to the bedside. "You've suffered internal injuries. Drinking some hot porridge is good for your injuries."
Looking at the girl's soft hands that were whiter than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu enviously said, "Fourth Master Wen is so lucky to have such a beautiful and capable wife. She can go into battle with a pair of sabers and cook soup with her bare hands even after putting on an apron."
"If you say anything frivolous again, don't blame me for being impolite." Luo Bing bit her lip. She was a woman from ancient times. How could she endure such straightforward and passionate praise from Song Qingshu? Of course, everyone liked to hear beautiful words. Luo Bing couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile on her face.
"You call what I'm doing frivolously?" Song QingShu really felt wronged this time. He thought to himself, if it were a story from his previous life, what would happen?
Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked with a strange expression, "Do you have the Night of the Agitated Mind (1)?
"You must not go out. After the ruckus you caused last time, the palace is now very tightly searched. They don't dare to enter my place. If you go out and get caught by them, I won't have the time to save you. Since you've lost this reward, I naturally won't save your husband."
Song Qingshu made empty threats. Soon, the entire palace would probably know that the Red Flower Society members had been rescued. If Luo Bing went out and heard anything, it would be very bad.
"En." Luo Bing nodded meekly. Suddenly, with a bashful expression, she said, "Do … do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten anything all day. "
Looking at the beautiful woman's embarrassed expression, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. He pointed to the cabinet in the corner. "There are many pastries in there. The Catering Bureau sent them over. Eat as much as you want. Oh, that's right. If you don't mind, can you make some porridge for me? I don't know why, but after being injured, I've been craving it. "
Luo Bing was silent for a while. Finally, she said, "Can this count as a request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, she couldn't help but smile sweetly. "Forget it. Just treat it as me doing a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? "
"It's next door. But other than some rice, there aren't any other ingredients. After all, I rarely cook for myself." Seeing her smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu was momentarily dazed.
"Hurry up and treat your injuries. I'll go make the porridge." Luo Bing picked up a few pastries from the cabinet and held them in her arms. She tiptoed and closed the door for him.
Song Qingshu's expression turned solemn. He began to circulate the Nine Yin Manual to treat his injuries.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes. The tip of his nose smelled the fresh fragrance of rice.
"You're awake?" Luo Bing slowly walked in with a handkerchief in her hands. After placing it on the table, she couldn't help but pinch her earlobe with her scalded fingers.
Seeing the girl's sudden girlish behavior, Song Qingshu laughed. "Does pinching your earlobe really work when you've been scalded?"
"It doesn't seem to work." Luo Bing put down her fingers in embarrassment. "My mother taught me this since I was young."
Luo Bing scooped a bowl of porridge and brought it to the bedside. "You've suffered internal injuries. Drinking some hot porridge is good for your injuries."
Looking at the girl's soft hands that were whiter than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu enviously said, "Fourth Master Wen is truly fortunate to have such a beautiful and capable wife. She can go into battle with a pair of sabers and cook soup with her bare hands even after putting on an apron."
"If you say anything frivolous again, don't blame me for being impolite." Luo Bing bit her lip. She was a woman from ancient times. How could she endure such straightforward and passionate praise from Song Qingshu? Of course, everyone loved to hear beautiful words. Luo Bing couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile on her face.
"You call what I'm doing frivolously?" Song QingShu really felt wronged this time. He thought to himself, if it were a story from his previous life, what would happen?
Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked with a strange expression, "Do you have the Night of the Agitated Mind (1)?
"You mustn't go out. After the ruckus you caused last time, the search in the palace is very tight. They won't dare to enter my place. If you go out and get caught by them, I won't have the time to save you. Since you've lost this reward, I naturally won't save your husband."
Song Qingshu made empty threats. Soon, the entire palace would probably know that the Red Flower Society members had been rescued. If Luo Bing went out and heard anything, it would be very bad.
"En." Luo Bing nodded meekly. Suddenly, with a bashful expression, she said, "Do … do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten anything all day. "
Looking at the beautiful woman's embarrassed expression, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. He pointed to the cabinet in the corner. "There are many pastries in there. The Catering Bureau sent them over. Eat as much as you want. Oh, that's right. If you don't mind, can you make some porridge for me? I don't know why, but after being injured, I've been craving it. "
Luo Bing was silent for a while. Finally, she said, "Can this count as a request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, she couldn't help but smile sweetly. "Forget it. Just treat it as me doing a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? "
"It's next door. But other than some rice, there aren't any other ingredients. After all, I rarely cook for myself." Seeing her smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu was momentarily dazed.
"Hurry up and treat your injuries. I'll go make the porridge." Luo Bing picked up a few pastries from the cabinet and held them in her arms. She tiptoed to help him close the door.
Song Qingshu's expression became serious. He began to circulate the Nine Yin Manual to treat his injuries.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes. The tip of his nose smelled the fresh fragrance of rice.
"You're awake?" Luo Bing slowly walked in with a handkerchief holding a small pot. After placing it on the table, she couldn't help but use her scalded fingers to pinch her earlobe.
Seeing the other's girlish behavior, Song Qingshu laughed. "Is pinching your earlobe really effective when you're scalded?"
"It doesn't seem to be effective." Luo Bing embarrassedly put down her fingers. "This is what my mother taught me since I was young."
Luo Bing scooped a bowl of porridge and brought it to his bedside. "You've suffered internal injuries. Drinking some hot porridge is good for your injuries."
Looking at the other party's soft hands, which were whiter than the porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu enviously said, "Fourth Master Wen is truly blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife. She can go into battle with a pair of knives and cook with her bare hands even after putting on an apron."
"If you say anything frivolous again, don't blame me for being impolite." Luo Bing bit her lip. She was a woman from ancient times. How could she endure such straightforward and passionate praise from Song Qingshu? Of course, everyone loved to hear flattery. Luo Bing couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile on her face.
"You call what I'm doing frivolously?" Song QingShu really felt wronged this time. He thought to himself, if it were a story from my previous life, what would happen?
Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked with a strange expression, "Do you have the Night of the Agitated Mind (1)?
"You mustn't go out. After the ruckus you caused last time, the search in the palace is very tight. They don't dare to enter my place. If you go out and get caught by them, I won't have the time to save you. Since you don't have this reward, I naturally won't save your husband."
Song Qingshu made empty threats. It wouldn't be long before the entire palace would know that the people of the Red Flower Society had been rescued. If Luo Bing went out and heard something, it would be very bad.
"En." Luo Bing nodded meekly. Suddenly, with a bashful expression, she said, "Do … do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten for a whole day. "
Looking at the beautiful woman's embarrassed expression, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. He pointed to the cabinet in the corner. "There are many pastries in there. The Catering Bureau sent them over to show their filial piety. Eat as much as you want. Oh, that's right, if you don't mind, can you make some porridge for me? I don't know why, but after being injured, I've been craving it. "
Luo Bing was silent for a while. Finally, she said, "Can this count as a request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, she couldn't help but smile sweetly. "Forget it. I'll just treat it as me doing a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? "
"It's next door, but there aren't any other ingredients aside from some rice. After all, I rarely cook for myself." Seeing her smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu was momentarily dazed.
"Hurry up and treat your injuries. I'll go make the porridge." Luo Bing picked up a few pastries from the cabinet and held them in her arms. She tiptoed and closed the door for him.
Song Qingshu's expression turned serious. He began to circulate the Nine Yin Manual to treat his injuries.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes. The tip of his nose smelled the fresh fragrance of rice.
"You're awake?" Luo Bing slowly walked in with a handkerchief holding a small pot. After placing it on the table, she couldn't help but pinch her earlobe with her scalded fingers.
Seeing her sudden girlish behavior, Song Qingshu laughed. "Does pinching your earlobe really work when you're scalded?"
"It doesn't seem to work." Luo Bing put down her fingers in embarrassment. "My mother taught me this since I was young."
Luo Bing scooped a bowl of porridge and brought it to the bedside. "You've suffered internal injuries. Drinking some hot porridge is good for your injuries."
Looking at her soft hands that were whiter and more tender than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu enviously said, "Fourth Master Wen is truly fortunate to have such a beautiful and capable wife. She can go into battle with a pair of sabers. She can even make soup with her bare hands after putting on an apron."
"If you say anything frivolous again, don't blame me for being impolite." Luo Bing bit her lip. She was a woman from ancient times. How could she endure such straightforward and passionate praise from Song Qingshu? Of course, everyone loved to hear beautiful words. Luo Bing couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile on her face.
"You call what I'm doing frivolously?" Song QingShu really felt wronged this time. He thought to himself, if it were a story from his previous life, what would happen?
Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked with a strange expression, "Do you have the Night of the Agitated Mind (1)?
"You mustn't go out. After the ruckus you caused last time, the search in the palace is very tight. They don't dare to come into my place. If you go out and get caught by them, I won't have the time to save you. Since you don't have this reward, I naturally won't save your husband."
Song Qingshu made empty threats. It wouldn't be long before the entire palace would know that the Red Flower Society members had been rescued. If Luo Bing went out and heard something, it would be very bad.
"En." Luo Bing nodded meekly. Suddenly, with a bashful expression, she said, "Do … do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten anything all day. "
Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him with an embarrassed expression, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. He pointed to the cabinet in the corner and said, "There are many pastries in there. They were given to me by the Catering Department. Eat as much as you want. Oh, that's right, if you don't mind, can you make some porridge for me? I don't know why, but after I was injured, I've been craving that stuff. "
Luo Bing was silent for a while. Finally, she said, "Can this count as a request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, she couldn't help but smile sweetly. "Forget it. I'll just treat it as me doing a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? "
"It's next door, but there aren't any other ingredients aside from some rice. After all, I rarely cook for myself." Seeing her smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu was dazed for a moment.
"Hurry up and treat your injuries. I'll go make the porridge." Luo Bing picked up a few pastries from the cabinet and held them in her arms. She tiptoed and closed the door for him.
Song Qingshu's expression turned serious. He began to circulate the Nine Yin Manual to treat his injuries.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes. The tip of his nose smelled the fresh fragrance of rice.
"You're awake?" Luo Bing slowly walked in with a handkerchief in her hands. After placing it on the table, she couldn't help but pinch her earlobe with her scalded fingers.
Seeing the other party's sudden girlish behavior, Song Qingshu laughed. "Does pinching your earlobe really work when you've been scalded?"
"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down her fingers in embarrassment. "My mother taught me this since I was young."
Luo Bing scooped a bowl of porridge and handed it to him. "You've suffered internal injuries. Drinking some hot porridge is good for your injuries."
Looking at the other party's soft hands that were whiter than a porcelain bowl, Song Qingshu said enviously, "Fourth Master Wen is truly fortunate to have such a beautiful and capable wife. She can go into battle with a pair of sabers and make soup with her bare hands even after putting on an apron."
"If you say anything frivolous again, don't blame me for being impolite." Luo Bing bit her lip. She was a woman from ancient times. How could she endure such straightforward and passionate praise from Song Qingshu? Of course, everyone loved to hear flattery. Luo Bing couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile on her face.
"You call what I'm doing frivolously?" Song QingShu really felt wronged this time. He thought to himself, if it were a story from his previous life, what would happen?
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