The Counterfeit Madam Hou

When Shemu woke up, she couldn't sleep anymore. He looked in the direction of the main room for a while, but went out in his coat.

Liu Qing slept halfway, always feeling a sharp gaze staring at himself. She frowned and opened her eyes reluctantly.

Shemuyin stood in front of the bed.

Liu Qinghuan swallowed the spit and sat up from the bed smiling: “Master Hou, are you sleepwalking? ”

Shemu still stared at her for not talking.

Liu Qinghuan's smile got drier: “Oh, I won't bother you sleepwalking. ”

When she finished, she was going to lie down in bed again, and Shermou grabbed her wrist - and it was wrapped around the five colors he wore for life.

“If you're just a liar, why are you blocking the silent darkness for me? ”

Shemu's voice was cooler than the night, and Liu Qinghuan stunned unconsciously.

He didn't sleep all night to ask himself that question?!

Liu Qinghuan felt a little intolerable.

She tried to pull her wrist back and gave up her struggle sensibly when she noticed that she was holding it tighter. She looked up at him and smiled: "Although I am a liar, I am a deceiver of style. ”

Shemu's eyes fluctuated slightly.

Shemu finally let go of her hand when Liu Qinghuan thought they were going to look at the wasteland like this.

“Well. ”

His mouth was smiling, but Liu Qinghuan could not see what that smile meant.

She watched as Shemu walked out of the room, her eyes diminishing.

She must leave the house as soon as possible.

Although Liu Qinghuan's identity was torn apart, there was no big difference between the life he lived in Hou Fu and the past. Go and greet the old lady every morning and evening. Everyday eating and dressing are also served. The only difference is that she is too closely watched.

However, there is only one person, it is impossible to keep an eye on herself for twelve hours. When she goes to rest, it is usually when Shemu is in the house.

Liu Qinghuan thought about it, to escape, of course, while Xue Mu was away, and did bad things, of course, while the moon and dark wind were high night.

But Shemu was in the house at night when the moon was dark and windy.

Liu Qinghuan was very distressed.

She hesitated repeatedly and decided to abandon the moonlight night and choose to implement her escape plan while Shermou was away from the house.

Another month-long dark night, Liu Qinghuan dragged his cheeks up and looked at the dim moon in the sky, exclaiming that he had missed another good time to escape.

She glanced in the direction of Lotus, and although there was still a distance from the main house, she did not dare to run away while Shemu was there - she did not know how high Shemu's martial arts were and once caught, she had to peel off a layer of skin.

She had to think of a one-size-fits-all solution.

Shouting, the wind blew out a window behind him, Liu Qinghuan turned around and took a look, then froze.

Someday there was an extra person in the room, wearing a mask, tall, with hawk falcon eyes in a sharp cold light at night.

Liu Qinghuan struck a chill, and then smoked in the corner of his mouth: "Is Twisted Tongue alive? ”

Ayers grinned with a thin lip and his voice was as arrogant as ever: "If you're talking about the little girl in the yard, I suggest Schmuck give you a new bodyguard. ”

Liu Qinghuan corrected: “She is a prisoner. ”

Ayers nodded: “Sounds good. ”

Liu Qing cheered his lips: “I think your Chinese learning needs to be strengthened. ”

Ayers showed a little impatience: "I'm not here to discuss my level of Chinese with you. ”

Liu Qinghuan blinked quickly: “Are you here to visit my maiden room? ”

Arston stopped and suddenly a strange smile appeared in his eyes: "Don't you want to escape from Hou Fu, Nightingale? ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows moved and looked naively at Awes: “So you're looking for Nightingale? I'm sorry to tell you, you're in the wrong place. ”

Ayers looked at her face with some surprise: "This human skin mask is so nice, it can make such a vivid face. ”

Liu Qinghuan: “...”

I could cry to show you, believe it or not.

After Ayers sighed at Liu Qinghuan's face, he finally remembered his purpose in coming to Hou Fu: “I can help you escape from Hou Fu, and I can guarantee that Shemu won't get in trouble after you escape. ”

Liu Qinghuan watched him not speak.

Awes raised his eyebrows and asked, "You don't think Shemu can really keep the news out of sight? ”

Liu Qinghuan shook his head: “I was just wondering what terms you wanted me to exchange with you. ”

Ayers just moved the corner of his mouth, Liu Qinghuan said first: “I'm not going to make a deal with my body. ”

Ayers: “…”

He was silent for a while before he said, "I'm not interested in your body. ”

Liu Qinghuan added, "My heart won't give you either. ”

Ayers took a deep breath, one word at a time: "White Jade Spring." ”

Liu Qinghuan looked at him and said with deep regret: “You are a few days late, the painting has been taken away by Shemu. ”

Ayers didn't move: “You'll find a way. ”

Liu Qing looked at him with surprise: “Where did I give you this illusion? ”

Ayers pulled the knife out of his waist without a word.

Liu Qing chuckled: “You're right, I will definitely have a way. ”

Ayers satisfactorily retracted the knife.

“Ma'am, who are you talking to?” Qingyin heard some voices and came up uncomfortably knocking on the door.

Liu Qinghuan glanced at the person opposite him and turned towards the door: “I'm just barking at the moon. ”

Green: “…”

She looked up at the gray-covered moon outside the door and exclaimed: “Tonight the moon is just right, no wonder Madame has a lot of poetry. ”

“Right, right. ”

Liu Qinghuan listened to the green footsteps and went away before exhaling gently. She glanced at Ayers, who remained in the house, and blinked: "While I still have poetry, tell me about your plan. ”

"I'm going back to East Gangaroo at the beginning of next month," Ayers said. "I'll try to get you into my team. As long as you get to East Gangaroo, even Xue Mu won't make it. Of course, I'll make sure your life there is no worse than Hou's. ”

Liu Qinghuan blinked again: “Sounds tempting, but why do I have to work with you? ”

Liars can lie even if they don't have company. Even if she was alone, she would have figured out a way to escape Shemu.

Ayers seemed to have expected her to ask, laughing and throwing a bigger bait: "You know what the Xuan machine is in Ding Mao's four paintings? When I find the treasure, I can share it with you. ”

Liu Qinghuan smiled, this part can fluctuate in a wide range: “The treasure in your mouth seems to be the treasure of the treasury. ”

Ayers said, "Do liars still care whose money it is? It's our money. ”

Our money.

Well, that's a good description, Liu Qinghuan had to admit that she was touched. However, there are other issues.

“I hear it takes four paintings to show up. ”

In other words, even giving him a copy of White Jade Spring is no different from scrap paper - she doesn't believe Ayers has the aesthetic of an appreciation book painting.

Ayers watched her for a while and said one of the most surprising words that surprised Liu Qinghuan tonight: “I have" Jin Ruiju Qiu "in my hand. ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed quickly, and the letter would question: “Are you sure that the painting in your hand is true? ”

"If it's a fake bag change," Awesome said. ”

Liu Qinghuan glanced and looked up again. There was no more emotion in his eyes: “How are you going to get me into your team? ”

"'Think for yourself,' said Ayers. ”

Liu Qinghuan: “...”

This natural tone made her think that she had misunderstood what he said: "Didn't you say you were trying? ”

“Yeah, what I'm trying to do is, you know, think about it, I'm cooperating. ”

Liu Qinghuan: “...”

“It is true that your Chinese language needs to be strengthened.” She can only make this assessment.

But it's clear Ayers doesn't care what she says. Now that the deal has been concluded, there is no reason for him to remain in Hou Fu. Liu Qinghuan saw that he was going to disappear as if he were coming. He hurried and whispered to him: “Wait. ”

Ayers hesitated, or turned around and looked at her: "What else do you want? ”

Liu Qing laughed. “I'm still a little upset. If the painting on your hand is fake, then I'm not at a loss? ”

Ayers squinted his elongated eyes and looked at her, “So what are you going to do? ”

“You bring me the painting, I can see it's real. ”

Ayers' eyes got colder and colder, and he lowered his voice to her and said, "You better not be playing tricks. You should know that Shemu doesn't kill you now, doesn't mean he won't kill you forever. ”

Liu Qinghuan smiled softly: “You should also know that I can leave even if I don't cooperate with you. ”

They looked at each other like this for a long time, and finally Ayers took a step back: "Okay, I agree to your request. ”

Bring the painting and let her have a look. He doesn't believe in what else she can do under his nose.

“Three days later, still this time.” When Ayers had finished, he flew out of her room, fast as a lightning bolt.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help clapping his hands.

His martial arts may not be the same as Shemu's.

She closed the window and lay down in bed.

Ayers said he was ready to return to Eastern Ganro at the beginning of next month. She couldn't help but tick the corner of her mouth. The word "prepare” is still very good. It's not necessarily necessary to really return it.

The first day of next month, eight or seven evenings.

She turned around and closed her eyes. Now let her think about how to get into Ayers' team.