"How can I do that?" Zhang Wuji was shocked. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Big Brother Wuji, I'm just lying to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly. "I've already let my husband down. If I kill him, I'll be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I wouldn't dare to talk to you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but I don't want to be Pan Jinlian. "
After a moment of shock, Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is the kindest..."
The next day, the sun shone into the room. When Song Qingshu woke up, he found that the room was empty. The bed across from him was clean and tidy. There were no traces left behind. He let out a long sigh of relief. He felt strange. "Could it be that last night was just a dream?"
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although the difference was not big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was not the same one from yesterday. Why did she change the bedsheet? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How could he know that the bedsheet was actually wet from the tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo had specially changed it?
"Qingshu, you're awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water. Seeing that Song Qingshu had woken up, she squeezed the towel dry and handed it over.
Song Qingshu looked at her with some disgust. He thought that she must have done something wrong to him last night. She was feeling guilty now, which was why she was so gentle and considerate.
"Why did you change the bedsheet?" Song Qingshu took the towel without batting an eyelid. He asked knowingly.
Zhou Zhiruo looked behind her guiltily and said timidly, "I accidentally dirtied it, so I changed it."
"Oh …" Song Qingshu didn't probe further. He didn't dare to push too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo wanted to kill him last night, he probably wouldn't have dared to say what he just said.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu watched her walk gracefully. Her face seemed to have lost the innocence of a young girl, and he felt a wave of irritation in his heart.
Since it had already happened, they had to face it. Song Qingshu had never been a person who ran away. However, considering that he couldn't even defeat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo, let alone Zhang Wuji, who had unparalleled martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo, who was beside him, had a cruel and merciless heart under her gentle appearance. If he was not careful, he would lose his life instead of taking revenge.
Just as he was deep in thought, a hearty laugh came in. "Brother Song, your complexion is rosy. It seems that your injuries are almost healed."
Song Qingshu raised his head and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might have wandered around Zhou Zhiruo's body last night, Song Qingshu's veins twitched. He said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had a grudge against each other, so they didn't find his tone strange. Zhang Wuji didn't seem to care at all.
Instead, he smiled warmly and said, "I heard that Brother Song was troubled by his meridians, so I came to see if I could help."
"Big Brother Wuji, it seems that someone doesn't appreciate your kindness." At this time, a sweet and melodious female voice came. Song Qingshu's mind had been filled with anger earlier, so he hadn't noticed the person accompanying Zhang Wuji. Only now did he notice that the woman who had spoken had eyes as clear as water and a face as lustrous as jade. Her face was flushed red, like a blooming flower. She was so beautiful that people couldn't help but feel ashamed of their inferiority and didn't dare to look at her.
It turned out that Zhao Min was angry that her sweetheart had been ridiculed by Song Qingshu and had spoken up to help him. Song Qingshu glared fiercely at Zhao Min. Because of her noble status, she naturally had a trace of nobility about her that made people feel ashamed of their inferiority. However, Song Qingshu was a transmigrator. In addition, he hated Zhang Wuji very much, so he naturally didn't feel this kind of psychological pressure. After he finished sizing them up, he withdrew his gaze. There was no need to fight over a moment of anger. Zhang Wuji really had good luck with women. He had two such beautiful women. However, when he thought about how he already had such a beautiful princess, yet he still came to provoke Zhou Zhiruo, he felt even more hatred in his heart.
When Zhao Min was glanced at, she felt as if he could see through her naked body. She felt very uncomfortable and quickly hid behind Zhang Wuji. Her impression of Song Qingshu was very bad.
"Qingshu, yesterday I heard that you mentioned that the world's Four Miraculous Doctors might be able to heal your meridians. I thought that Zhang Jiaozhu was a true disciple of Hu Qingniu, so I specially invited him over to see if it was possible to join your meridians again." When Zhou Zhiruo spoke, she didn't even look at Zhang Wuji. When she mentioned his name, she was also extremely cold. Zhao Min and the others all thought that Zhou Zhiruo still held a grudge against him. Only Song Qingshu secretly sneered.
"Didn't he say that he couldn't do it last time?" Song Qingshu looked at the two of them with disdain.
"Brother Song, I really couldn't do it last time. Later, I went back and looked through the medical records of the past and found a way. Maybe I can try." Zhang Wuji didn't get angry at all. Seeing his noble demeanor, everyone gave him a thumbs-up in their hearts. What a modest gentleman!
"Eh?" Song Qingshu was a little tempted. Since he confirmed that this was Jin Yong's world of martial arts, he was a little complacent for a while. He was familiar with the plot, so many treasures and martial arts manuals in the world were easy for him. However, since his meridians were destroyed, all these were just flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. In today's chaotic world, you couldn't keep the treasures even if you found them. Even if you obtained the manuals, you couldn't practice them. Now that he heard that Zhang Wuji had a way to heal him, at that moment, Song Qingshu even felt that as long as he healed him, he could even let bygones be bygones about what happened between him and Zhou Zhiruo.
Song Qingshu, who time-traveled, didn't have any feelings for Zhou Zhiruo. All he had was a possessive desire for beautiful things. Considering that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji loved each other, as long as he could heal him, he wouldn't mind helping them when the time came.
"Can it really be healed?" Song Qingshu was a little skeptical. After all, even Nameless couldn't do anything about it.
"Chapter 7: Princess Shao Min
Brother Song, don't have too much hope. I can only try my best. The possibility of success is only 10 to 20 percent. I wonder if Brother Song still wants to try? "Zhang Wuji thought carefully and said with a frown.
"10 to 20 percent is enough. Just try your best." For Song Qingshu, who was already in despair, 10 to 20 percent was indeed very high. If Zhang Wuji said that there was more than a 50 percent chance that he could be cured, Song Qingshu wouldn't dare to believe him. After all, even Nameless was helpless. Now that he said this, a glimmer of hope rose in Song Qingshu.
"Big Brother Wuji, I think it's better if you don't try. If you can't be cured, you'll be a villain for nothing." Zhao Min felt that her sweetheart's method this time was a little abrupt. If he was cured, no one would be grateful. If he couldn't be cured, she was afraid that all kinds of rumors would spread. Chapter 8: Jealousy
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Wuji said in a deep voice. Zhao Min thought that he wanted to do his best to cure Song Qingshu's injury to make up for what he owed Zhou Zhiruo, so she didn't say anything.
"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If he can't be cured, then Song Mou is fated to be unable to escape this disaster. Song Mou won't blame anyone." Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. When did Song Qingshu become so open-minded?
Zhou Zhiruo also felt a little strange. But she had a guilty conscience, so she didn't think too much about it. She echoed, "Zhang Jiaozhu will try his best. We husband … husband and wife will definitely remember it in our hearts."
At first, Song Qingshu was a little worried that Zhang Wuji would take the opportunity to kill him. But on second thought, he promised to cure him in front of so many people today. If he couldn't be cured, it would be fine. But if he died, considering that the affair between him and Zhou Zhiruo was known by everyone in the martial arts world, he was afraid that at that time, everyone in the martial arts world would think that Zhang Wuji killed his husband and stole his wife. He was a shameless villain.
In the following period of time, Zhang Wuji often came to treat Song Qingshu with acupuncture, medicine, and channeling Qi to cure his injury. He was busy here and there. After a few days, his internal force was consumed.
On the contrary, Song Qingshu felt a bit apologetic. He thought that he was already extremely benevolent toward his rival in love.
"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo came over with a bowl of black Chinese medicine. She lifted his head and fed it to him.
Nestling against Zhou Zhiruo, he felt the elasticity of her body and that faint fragrance. For a moment, Song Qingshu was a bit restless. During this period of time, he didn't let his guard down at all. Every night, he was on guard against Zhang Wuji coming to steal a woman like last time. After a few days, nothing strange happened, and no one came to poke his acupuncture points. He also thought that Princess Shao Min wasn't an ordinary person. She was smooth and slick. This time, she clearly knew that Zhang Wuji often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo. If he could come over every night without her knowing, then Zhao Min wouldn't be worthy of the title of "Matchless Wit."
After not seeing him for a few days, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have grown bigger again. He smiled evilly. Suddenly, Song Qingshu thought of a frightening conjecture, and his smile froze.
"Zhiruo, I'm going to relieve myself." Song Qingshu pretended to be bashful.
Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips into a smile. She stood up, tidied up her dress, and stepped aside. Song Qingshu jogged all the way to the bathroom. Looking around carefully to make sure there was no one around, he hurriedly extended his finger to his throat and immediately spat out all the medicine he had just drunk.
It turned out that Song Qingshu had noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest was getting fuller by the day. He suddenly remembered that a young girl's chest would only become plump after being nourished by rain and dew.
In the past, because it was broad daylight, Song QingShu had let his guard down. Now that he thought about it, every time he drank the medicine, he would be in a daze for a period of time. At that time, he thought it would be like the side effects of taking western medicine in his previous life, causing him to feel drowsy.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Wuji said in a low voice. Zhao Min thought that he wanted to do his best to cure Song Qingshu's injury to make up for what he owed Zhou Zhiruo, so she didn't say anything more.
"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If I can't cure him, then it's Song Mou's fate. Song Mou won't blame anyone." Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. Since when did Song Qingshu become so open-minded?
Zhou Zhiruo also felt a little strange, but she had a guilty conscience, so she didn't think too much about it. She echoed, "As long as Zhang Jiaozhu tries his best, we husband … husband and wife will definitely remember it in our hearts."
At first, Song Qingshu was a little worried that Zhang Wuji would take the opportunity to kill him. But on second thought, he promised to cure him in front of so many people today. If he couldn't cure him, then it was fine. But if he died, considering that the affair between him and Zhou Zhiruo was known by everyone in the martial arts world, he was afraid that at that time, everyone in the martial arts world would think that Zhang Wuji killed his husband and stole his wife. He was a shameless villain.
In the following period of time, Zhang Wuji often came to treat Song Qingshu with acupuncture, medicine, and Qi to heal him. He was busy here and there, and after a few days, his inner force was greatly consumed.
On the contrary, Song Qingshu felt a little apologetic. He thought that he was already extremely benevolent toward his rival in love.
"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo brought over a bowl of black Chinese medicine. She lifted his head and fed it to him.
Nestling against Zhou Zhiruo, he felt the elasticity of her body and that faint fragrance. For a moment, Song Qingshu was a little restless. During this period of time, he didn't let his guard down at all. Every night, he was on guard against Zhang Wuji coming to steal a woman like last time. After a few days, nothing strange happened, and no one came to poke his acupuncture points. He also thought that Princess Shao Min wasn't an ordinary person. She was smooth and slick. This time, she clearly knew that Zhang Wuji often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo. If he could hide it from her every night and come to meet privately, then Zhao Min wouldn't be worthy of the title of "Matchless Wit."
After not seeing him for a few days, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have grown bigger again. He smiled evilly. Suddenly, Song Qingshu thought of a frightening conjecture, and his smile froze.
"Zhiruo, I'm going to relieve myself." Song Qingshu pretended to be bashful.
Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips into a smile. She stood up, tidied up her dress, and stepped aside. Song Qingshu jogged all the way to the bathroom. Looking around carefully to make sure there was no one around, he hurriedly reached out his hand to his throat, and immediately spat out all the medicine he had just drunk.
It turned out that Song Qingshu had noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest was getting fuller by the day. He suddenly remembered that a young girl's chest would only become plump after being nourished by rain and dew.
In the past, because it was broad daylight, Song Qingshu had let his guard down. Now that he thought about it, every time he drank the medicine, he would be in a daze for a period of time. At the time, he thought it would be like the side effects of taking certain western medicine in his previous life.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Wuji said in a low voice. Zhao Min thought that he wanted to do his best to cure Song Qingshu's injury to make up for what he owed Zhou Zhiruo, so she didn't say anything more.
"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If I can't cure him, then it's Song Mou's fate. Song Mou won't blame anyone." Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. Since when did Song Qingshu become so open-minded?
Zhou Zhiruo also felt a little strange, but she had a guilty conscience, so she didn't think too much about it. She echoed, "As long as Zhang Jiaozhu tries his best, we husband … husband and wife will definitely remember it in our hearts."
At first, Song Qingshu was a little worried that Zhang Wuji would take the opportunity to kill him. But on second thought, he promised to cure him in front of so many people today. If he couldn't cure him, then it was fine. But if he died, considering that the affair between him and Zhou Zhiruo was known by everyone in the martial arts world, he was afraid that at that time, everyone in the martial arts world would think that Zhang Wuji killed his husband and stole his wife, and was a shameless villain.
In the following period of time, Zhang Wuji often came to treat Song Qingshu with acupuncture, medicine, and Qi to cure his injury. He was busy here and there, and after a few days, his inner force was greatly consumed.
On the contrary, Song Qingshu felt a bit apologetic. He thought that he was already extremely benevolent toward this love rival of his.
"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo came over with a bowl of black Chinese medicine. She lifted his head and fed it to him.
Nestling against Zhou Zhiruo, he felt the elasticity of her body and that faint fragrance. For a moment, Song Qingshu was a bit restless. During this period of time, he didn't let his guard down at all. Every night, he was on guard against Zhang Wuji coming over to steal a woman like last time. After a few days, nothing strange happened, and no one came to poke his acupuncture points. He also thought that Princess Shao Min wasn't an ordinary person. She was smooth and slick. This time, she knew that Zhang Wuji often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo. If he could come over every night without her knowing, then Zhao Min wouldn't be worthy of the title of "Matchless Wit."
After not seeing him for a few days, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have grown bigger again. He smiled evilly. Suddenly, Song Qingshu thought of a frightening conjecture, and his smile froze.
"Zhiruo, I'm going to relieve myself." Song Qingshu pretended to be bashful.
Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips into a smile. She stood up, tidied up her dress, and stepped aside. Song Qingshu jogged all the way to the bathroom. Looking around carefully to make sure there was no one around, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to scratch his throat. He immediately spat out all of the medicine he just drank.
It turned out that when Song Qingshu noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest was getting fuller by the day, he suddenly remembered that a young girl's chest would only become plump after being nourished by rain and dew.
In the past, because it was broad daylight, Song QingShu had let his guard down. Now that he thought about it, every time he drank the medicine, he would be in a daze for a period of time. At that time, he thought it would be like the side effects of taking western medicine in his previous life, causing him to feel drowsy.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Wuji said in a low voice. Zhao Min thought that he wanted to do his best to cure Song Qingshu's injury to make up for what he owed Zhou Zhiruo, so she didn't say anything more.
"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If I can't cure him, then it's Song Mou's fate. Song Mou won't blame anyone." Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. Since when did Song Qingshu become so open-minded?
Zhou Zhiruo also felt a little strange, but she had a guilty conscience in her heart, so she didn't think too much about it. She echoed, "As long as Zhang Jiaozhu tries his best, we husband … husband and wife will definitely remember it in our hearts."
In the beginning, Song Qingshu was a little worried that Zhang Wuji would take the opportunity to kill him. But on second thought, he promised to cure him in front of so many people today. If he couldn't cure him, then so be it. But if he died, everyone in the martial arts world would think that Zhang Wuji killed his husband and stole his wife. He was a shameless villain.
In the following period of time, Zhang Wuji often came to treat Song Qingshu with acupuncture, medicine, and Qi to cure his injury. He was busy here and there, and after a few days, his inner force was greatly consumed.
Song Qingshu, on the other hand, felt a little apologetic. He thought that Zhang Wuji had been extremely benevolent toward his rival in love.
"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo came over with a bowl of black Chinese medicine. She lifted his head and fed it to him.
Nestling against Zhou Zhiruo, he felt the elasticity of her body and that faint fragrance. For a moment, Song Qingshu was a little restless. During this period of time, he didn't let his guard down at all. Every night, he was on guard against Zhang Wuji coming to steal a woman like last time. After a few days, nothing strange happened, and no one came to poke his acupuncture points. He also thought that Princess Shao Min wasn't an ordinary person. She was smooth and slick. This time, she knew that Zhang Wuji often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo. If he could hide it from her and come every night to have a private meeting, then Zhao Min wouldn't be worthy of the title of "Matchless Wit."
After not seeing him for a few days, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have grown bigger again. He smiled evilly. Suddenly, Song Qingshu thought of a frightening conjecture, and his smile froze.
"Zhiruo, I'm going to relieve myself." Song Qingshu pretended to be bashful.
Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips into a smile. She stood up, tidied up her dress, and stepped aside. Song Qingshu jogged all the way to the bathroom. Looking around carefully to make sure there was no one around, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to scratch his throat. He immediately spat out all of the medicine he just drank.
It turned out that when Song Qingshu noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest was getting fuller by the day, he suddenly remembered that a young girl's chest would only become plump after being nourished by rain and dew.
In the past, because it was broad daylight, Song QingShu had let his guard down. Now that he thought about it, every time he drank the medicine, he would be in a daze for a period of time. At that time, he thought it would be like the side effects of taking western medicine in his previous life, causing him to feel drowsy.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Wuji said in a low voice. Zhao Min thought that he wanted to do his best to cure Song Qingshu's injury to make up for what he owed Zhou Zhiruo, so she didn't say anything more.
"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If I can't cure him, then it's Song Mou's fate. Song Mou won't blame anyone." Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. Since when did Song Qingshu become so open-minded?
Zhou Zhiruo also felt a little strange, but she had a guilty conscience in her heart, so she didn't think too much about it. She echoed, "As long as Zhang Jiaozhu tries his best, we husband … husband and wife will definitely remember it in our hearts."
In the beginning, Song Qingshu was a little worried that Zhang Wuji would take the opportunity to kill him. But on second thought, he promised to cure him in front of so many people today. If he couldn't cure him, then so be it. But if he died, everyone in the martial arts world would think that Zhang Wuji killed his husband and stole his wife. He was a shameless villain.
In the following period of time, Zhang Wuji often came to treat Song Qingshu with acupuncture, medicine, and Qi to cure his injury. He was busy here and there, and after a few days, his inner force was greatly consumed.
Song Qingshu, on the other hand, felt a little apologetic. He thought that Zhang Wuji had been extremely benevolent toward his rival in love.
"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo came over with a bowl of black Chinese medicine. She lifted his head and fed it to him.
Nestling against Zhou Zhiruo, he felt the elasticity of her body and that faint fragrance. For a moment, Song Qingshu was a little restless. During this period of time, he didn't let his guard down at all. Every night, he was on guard against Zhang Wuji coming to steal a woman like last time. After a few days, nothing strange happened, and no one came to poke his acupuncture points. He also thought that Princess Shao Min wasn't an ordinary person. She was smooth and slick. This time, she knew that Zhang Wuji often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo. If he could hide it from her and come every night to have a private meeting, then Zhao Min wouldn't be worthy of the title of "Matchless Wit."
After not seeing him for a few days, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have grown bigger again. He smiled evilly. Suddenly, Song Qingshu thought of a frightening conjecture, and his smile froze.
"Zhiruo, I'm going to relieve myself." Song Qingshu pretended to be bashful.
Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips into a smile. She stood up, tidied up her dress, and stepped aside. Song Qingshu jogged all the way to the bathroom. Looking around carefully to make sure there was no one around, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to scratch his throat. He immediately spat out all of the medicine he just drank.
It turned out that when Song Qingshu noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest was getting fuller by the day, he suddenly remembered that a young girl's chest would only become plump after being nourished by rain and dew.
In the past, because it was broad daylight, Song QingShu had let his guard down. Now that he thought about it, every time he drank the medicine, he would be in a daze for a period of time. At that time, he thought it would be like the side effects of taking western medicine in his previous life, causing him to feel drowsy.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Wuji said in a low voice. Zhao Min thought that he wanted to do his best to cure Song Qingshu's injury to make up for what he owed Zhou Zhiruo, so she didn't say anything more.
"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If I can't cure him, then it's Song Mou's fate. Song Mou won't blame anyone." Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. Since when did Song Qingshu become so open-minded?
Zhou Zhiruo also felt a little strange, but she had a guilty conscience in her heart, so she didn't think too much about it. She echoed, "As long as Zhang Jiaozhu tries his best, we husband … husband and wife will definitely remember it in our hearts."
In the beginning, Song Qingshu was a little worried that Zhang Wuji would take the opportunity to kill him. But on second thought, he promised to cure him in front of so many people today. If he couldn't cure him, then so be it. But if he died, everyone in the martial arts world would think that Zhang Wuji killed his husband and stole his wife. He was a shameless villain.
In the following period of time, Zhang Wuji often came to treat Song Qingshu with acupuncture, medicine, and Qi to cure his injury. He was busy here and there, and after a few days, his inner force was greatly consumed.
Song Qingshu, on the other hand, felt a little apologetic. He thought that Zhang Wuji had been extremely benevolent toward his rival in love.
"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo came over with a bowl of black Chinese medicine. She lifted his head and fed it to him.
Nestling against Zhou Zhiruo, he felt the elasticity of her body and that faint fragrance. For a moment, Song Qingshu was a little restless. During this period of time, he didn't let his guard down at all. Every night, he was on guard against Zhang Wuji coming to steal a woman like last time. After a few days, nothing strange happened, and no one came to poke his acupuncture points. He also thought that Princess Shao Min wasn't an ordinary person. She was smooth and slick. This time, she knew that Zhang Wuji often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo. If he could hide it from her and come every night to have a private meeting, then Zhao Min wouldn't be worthy of the title of "Matchless Wit."
He hadn't seen her for a few days, and Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have grown bigger again. He smiled evilly. Suddenly, Song Qingshu thought of a frightening conjecture, and his smile stopped abruptly.
"Zhiruo, I'm going to relieve myself." Song Qingshu pretended to be very bashful as he said.
Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips into a smile. She stood up, tidied up her dress, and moved out of the way. Song Qingshu jogged all the way to the bathroom. After carefully looking around to make sure there was no one around, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to scratch his throat. He immediately spat out all of the medicine he had just drunk.
It turned out that Song Qingshu had just noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest was getting fuller by the day. He suddenly remembered that a young girl's chest would only become plump after being nourished by rain and dew.
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