The Counterfeit Madam Hou

Liu Qinghuan swore that she did not know the purple coat girl. She was also surprised when she stuffed the paper in her hands. Nor would that person be disguised as her accomplice, because they wanted to be contacted by a more covert method, which would not be so simple and rude.

So, who is she?

Liu Qinghuan walked back behind Shemu with the paper in his hand. Halfway there, Shemu said he was going to talk to Ning, so he split his head with her. Liu Qinghuan returned to the main room alone and sat down in the house.

The paper in her hand had been slightly moistened by her, and she spread the paper and swept quickly.

The person who wrote the letter was Tang Zibo, to the effect that he already knew she was Nightingale, and that she had given Ayers the map on White Jade Lane. He was willing to rescue her from Shemu in exchange for the map on White Jade. Ten days from now, someone will come to the Hou Fu to receive her, and if she wishes to cooperate, she can do so at the right time.

Of course, the letter ends without forgetting to threaten her. If she doesn't want to cooperate, Shemu knows that she gave the map to Ayers, so please refer to Jing Ying and Yuan Hongcai for the next period.

Liu Qinghuan frowned and burned the paper to ashes.

Though Shemu told her that she was ignorant when she painted the secret, today Tang Zibo knew that she had given Awes the map of White Jade Orchid, and tomorrow Shemu would know. Not to mention whether Shemu will let her stay in Hou Fu as well as she is now, even her own heart knows that she must leave Hou Fu as soon as possible.

But let her work with Tang Zibo, she's a little unhappy. And did Shemu just let him investigate the teenager, which means he already found something?

Liu Qinghuan scolded Tang Zibo again in his heart, and did these little moves in front of Shemu, are you afraid the exposure isn't fast enough?

But good thing Tang Zibo gave herself plenty of time —— ten days, she could think of a way to do it.

Nine days after holding this thought, Liu Qinghuan wowed that Shemu was feeding himself deliciously and softening his wisdom!

Because she hasn't figured out anything yet.

Sometimes too much time is not always a good thing.

She ate the soufflé in the bowl with sadness and was prepared to restore her wisdom by taking a quick bath.

On the lotus pavilion, he stood beside Shemu with a bitter melon on his face, unable to yield. Shemu drank a sip of tea from the bowl and asked softly, "So you lost him? ”

With a blink of his eyes, he skillfully squeezed a tearful flower: “Master Hou, you know how stupid those recruits are...”

Before he finished, Shermou interrupted him: "Will it be dumber than you? ”

"..."

Pretending not to hear this, he took it personally: “I train them every day and my heart is weak. I can only send my men to stare at the teenager. I didn't expect it. It's too shameful that they lost someone after only a few days! ”

Shemu glanced silently at him and dropped the tea bowl in his hand and asked: "Have you found out anything for so many days? ”

“No, he lives in the inn every day, he doesn't go anywhere else, he practises swords when he gets bored, oh, Ulara's right, he's really poor. ”

Shemu picked the frown end: “The inn let him live for nothing? ”

Choking: “Well... maybe the boss is kinder, huh? ”

Shemu also said to him, "What about the girl who followed him? ”

"“ I've been with him all my life, except for going to the pawnshop to pawn something once. ”

“Which pawn shop? ”

“Cao Jia, Dongshi. ”

Shemu's eyes moved and Tang Zibo ran the pawnshop. He drooled his eyes and gently rubbed his fingers over the edge of the tea bowl. After so many days of sudden disappearance, Tang Zibo appeared to have acted.

“All right, you go down. ”

After a moment of stunning, the Master let him go? Not counting flowers, not watering him with pine soil?

Shemu glanced at him again: "Why, don't you want to go? ”

He turned back to God and flew away: “The end will retire! ”

Shemu got up and walked toward the main house when he went far away.

There are lots of laurels planted in the courtyard of the main house, and this time of year, the air is sweet and a little intoxicating. Shemu walked through the yard and pushed open the door.

The house was filled with steam, which instantly captivated Shemu. The unknown scent of nostrils is even more intoxicating than the bouquet of cinnamon.

“Ding-ding-dong” the water was light and empty, Liu Qinghuan was pouring water on himself completely stiff, only sitting in the bathtub staring at Shemu.

Shemu stood at the door, stiff no less than Liu Qinghuan.

After a moment of silence, Liu Qinghuan suddenly remembered that he still had a screaming duty.

She took a deep breath, she was very angry, and a lion roared and brewed to nine points, and her arm was grabbed by Shermou. He looked straight at her and seemed to have something in his eyes that could no longer be suppressed, like a stormy sky.

Red peaches and green peaches struggle to carry a barrel of freshly burned hot water and move slowly toward the front room. Today, the wife suddenly wants to take a bath, which can ruin their group, burn fire and pick water. Fortunately, it is not winter and the water is not cooling so fast that half the water can be burned less.

They just walked into the courtyard with the hot water they were going to add, and heard a loud scream from the room.

Tap!

The bucket on his hand was frightened out, and the two of them rushed into the room, ignoring the hot water spilled over the floor: "Ma'am! What happened, ma'am? ”

Shemu held Liu Qinghuan's wrist and turned her head to the door with her.

With their sharp eyes, the red peaches and green peaches stopped stiffly.

Are they... disturbing the good things of the Marquis?

Seeing the red peaches and green peaches turned to flee, Liu Qinghuan hurriedly yelled at them: “Red peaches and green peaches! Get him out of here! ”

Green peach: “...”

We dare not, ma'am!

Liu Qinghuan had to retreat and beg for the second: “Bring me my clothes! ”

This statement is made directly to Qinghuan. Based on Liu Qinghuan's experience, explicitly targeting someone for help will increase her chances of saving you.

Sure enough, Qinghuan hesitated to look at Shemu, who was not moving like a mountain, and walked to the screen to grab Liu Qinghuan's vest, and handed it to her with fear.

I hope she sees the sun tomorrow, Amitabha Buddha.

Liu Qinghuan took his clothes like he had got a life-saving straw. He couldn't help but wipe off the water stains on his body and put them directly on his body and stood out of the bathtub.

“Wow” the water sounded in the silent room, especially in Shemu's ears... well, not only in the ears, but also in the eyes.

Liu Qinghuan's skin was pink and pink, and the long black hair was wet and clicked perpendicular to the waist. The messy clothes on her covered only one of her seven, seven, eight, eight, and that thin vest, wet by the water on her, became a little transparent...

This is more seductive than when I didn't wear it just now, and Shemu felt deeply shocked by this image.

Liu Qinghuan just stepped out of the bathtub and fell into a hot embrace. Shemu looked down at her and his breathing was still rarely disturbed. Liu Qinghuan's face was hot and just wanted to push him away, his lips were in his mouth.

Once again, the hearts of the peaches and green peaches were struck, escaping from their normal rooms like their lives, and they were helped to close the door.

The old lady bought them to drug her a few days ago, and now she doesn't seem to need them!

In the house, Liu Qinghuan's heart pounded and beat. Shemu not only kissed her but also touched her with his hands everywhere! And now she's too convenient for people to eat tofu!

Feeling Liu Qinghuan's whole body softened in her arms, Xue Mu just let go of her lips a little bit. As soon as Liu Qinghuan's mouth was free, he scolded violently: "You... animal! ”

Shemu gasped slightly and smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth: "Who told you to take a bath and not leave a maid at the door? ”

“I... who dares come in here without you!” If she knew Sherman was coming, she would have asked ten maids to stay outside!

Shemu lowered her smile and her chest vibrated slightly. He kissed her shallow on her lips, his voice was as light as a murmur: “Clear... let's round the house, shall we? ”

Liu Qinghuan the whole person is stiffer than just now. This, this is with her... please. Are you happy?

This cognition made Liu Qinghuan's heart almost pop out of his chest.

“Qing Qing...” Shemu shouted again, looking like a child begging his mother for candy.

Suddenly there was a little movement outside the door, and the low voice of the feast rang out at the door: “Master Hou, Tang Zibo asked to see you. ”

Shemu's heart sank for a moment, and Liu Qinghuan's eyes changed rapidly.

Shemu looked at the man in her arms and attached it to her ear and said softly: "When I get back, ”

When he finished, he let go of Liu Qinghuan and turned around and walked out the house.

Tang Zibo was still waiting for him, wearing a black robe and looking at Shemu with a smile. Shemu's face was darker than the robe on his body, and he couldn't even talk to the guests. He sat directly on the couch: "Brother Hiroshima, what are you calling me today? ”

With such an unfriendly attitude towards Shemu, Tang Zibo simply replied with a very sincere smile: “I came to make peace with Grandpa Hou. ”

“Peace?” I didn't seem to expect Tang Zibo to say this, and Shemu asked with surprise, "What do I need to reconcile with Brother Hiroshima? ”

Tang Zibo maintained a smile on his face: “Ding Mao's four famous paintings. ”

Shemu, not instantly looking at him, smiled and said, “As far as I can tell, Brother Hiroshima seemed to have just made peace with the Special Envoy of Donggan Luo a few days ago. ”

Tang Zibo still behaved frankly when he was poked in the face by Shemu: “I'm sure Grandpa Hou is well-informed. Without concealing it, Ayers did come to me, hoping to find four paintings with me. And that's why I wanted to make peace with the Marquis. ”

“Oh? Why? ”

Tang Zibo said: "Although the emperor and the king are a little inconsistent, they are always flowing in the blood of the royal family, but Awes, a foreigner, has the wolf ambition to violate my great commitment. In any case, he cannot let four famous paintings fall into his hands. ”

Shemu smiled lightly: "That's a crowned crown. ”

"" Master Hou may not know yet, "said Tang Zibo." Awes has obtained the map from Nightingale on the White Jade Lanchun. ”