"Don't go out, after your last trouble, now the palace is very tight, I don't dare to come in here, if you go out and are caught by them, I don't have the strength to save you; Since you don't have this reward, I naturally won't go to your husband."

Song Qingshu said falsely and threatened, it is estimated that everyone in the palace will know that the people of the Red Flower Society have been rescued after a while, if Luo Bing goes out and hears something, it will be very bad.

"Hmm." Luo Bing nodded meekly, and suddenly said with a twisted expression: "You...... Do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten all day."

Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu smiled dumbly and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, and the filial piety of the Shangshan Supervisor is here, just eat it. Oh yes, if you don't mind, can you make some porridge for me, I don't know why, after the injury, I especially want to drink that thing."

Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally spoke, "Can this be counted as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just let me do good deeds, 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 the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu lost his mind for a moment.

"Heal your wounds quickly, I'll go get porridge first." Luo Bing picked up a few pieces of dim sum from the cabinet and held them in his arms, and tiptoed to help him close the door.

Song Qingshu's expression was solemn, and he began to carry the Nine Yin True Sutra to heal his wounds.

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

"Are you awake?" Luo Bing slowly walked in with a small pot in his handkerchief, and after putting it on the table, he couldn't help pinching the earlobe with his hot fingers.

Seeing the other party's sudden appearance of the little daughter, Song Qingshu laughed and said, "Is it really effective to pinch the earlobes after being scalded?"

"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his finger curtly, "That's what my mother taught me from a young age."

Luo Bing took a bowl of porridge to the side of the bed and handed it to him: "You have an internal injury, drinking some hot porridge is good for the injury."

Looking at the other party's soft wattles that were whiter and more tender than porcelain bowls, Song Qingshu said enviously: "Fourth Master Wen is really blessed, he has such a beautiful and capable wife, he can go into battle to kill the enemy with double knives, and he can also make soup with his hands when he ties an apron."

"If you speak lightly again, don't blame me for being rude." Luo Bing bit her lip and said, she is an ancient woman, how can she stand Song Qingshu's praise so bluntly and enthusiastically.Of course, everyone loves to listen to beautiful words, Luo Bing still couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

"Am I also called light and thin?" Song Qingshu really feels wronged now, and he wants to change the jokes in his previous life, and you still can't shout rape?

Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming vegetable porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked strangely, "Did you poison it?"

"Don't eat and pull down." Luo Bing angrily wanted to take the bowl back, but Song Qingshu reacted very quickly, and his hand subconsciously shrank back.

Song Qingshu was naturally happy to see it, but he didn't open his arms and hugged it.Where would Luo Bing do what he wanted, after all, he was a person who practiced martial arts, twisted his waist, and stiffly paused his body in mid-air, and then slowly lifted his body up again.

"Love to eat or not!" Luo Bing was a little embarrassed, and no longer tried to snatch the bowl in his hand.

"Of course I want to eat it, how can Song live up to his wife's kindness." A bowl of hot porridge went down, Song Qingshu only felt that the true qi of the dantian seemed to be a little active, and his spirit was shocked, and he hurriedly hurried to heal his wounds.

Song Qingshu opened his eyes again from the meditation, looked at the bright sky outside, and couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Why haven't the two of them come back yet, could it be that something happened?"

Luo Bing was dozing off at the table with his hand on his cheek, and when he heard his voice, he was startled, woke up, and said, "I don't know either." She was also very puzzled in her heart, she knew where Xia Qingqing was going, but Li Yuanzhi didn't come back.

Feeling that the injury had recovered for seven or eight years, Song Qingshu jumped out of bed, "I'll go out to find them, and by the way, notify Shangshan Jian to send some food, dim sum, you will get tired of eating too much."

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

After coming out of Shangshan Prison, Song Qingshu looked for it in the palace with a solemn face, at first he thought that Xia Qingqing couldn't hold it anymore and went to assassinate Kangxi, how do he know to ask Duolong to inquire, except for himself, a pretending thief, who rescued the Red Flower Society last night, there was no news of other assassins.

Next, Song Qingshu thought that Xia Qingqing was lost in the palace, although she felt that she should not be so brain-dead, but the palace was too big after all, and Song Qingshu was not sure.

As a result, he didn't find any trace of Xia Qingqing until the sun set, and suddenly thought of a certain possibility, Song Qingshu's face sank, and he returned to his residence in a hurry.

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

Luo Bing didn't answer his question, but raised a piece of paper in his hand, and his voice was as cold as ice: "What is this?"

Song Qingshu touched the placket of his clothes, his face changed slightly, it turned out that he accidentally left Wen Tailai's gift letter on the bed when he was healing yesterday.

At this point, Song Qingshu no longer made useless excuses, but said calmly: "Madame is not an illiterate village woman in the mountains, why bother. [,!] asked knowingly."

"Okay, good!" Luo Bing's lips trembled with anger, "This is indeed the fourth brother's note, what despicable and shameless means did you use to make him write this?"

"No matter how despicable and shameless the methods I used, the most important thing is that Wen Tailai did write this thing," Song Qingshu glanced at Luo Bing, "It seems that Madame is not so important in his heart."

Every word Song Qingshu said was engraved in Luo Bing's heart like a sharp blade, women are a kind of emotional animals, many times they don't care about the things themselves, but care about some things that men find inexplicable.

From Wentai's point of view, he is purely to save the brothers of the Red Flower Society, even if Luo Bing knows, he must understand his behavior.

Luo Bing is indeed as he wishes, as soon as she sees this letter, she restores the situation of Song Qingshu forcing Wen Tailai to ** inseparable, but her attention is not here, but as Song Qingshu said, no matter what her husband's hardships are, but the fact is that he gave up on himself and gave himself to another man!