The Counterfeit Madam Hou

After enjoying his lunch, Liu Qinghuan saw Tang Zibo wandering in through the door again, just like the scheduled time. He glanced at Liu Qinghuan in front of the table and asked with a smile: "Is Miss Nightingale ready to eat? ”

Liu Qinghuan whispered: “Seeing you used to be fine. ”

Tang Zibo was very temperamental: “Since Miss Nightingale doesn't want to see someone, then one of them will help the girl to introduce someone else. ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows moved, no sound, a figure came out of Tang Zibo's back and stood in front of her. The man wore a pyramid priest's robe, a mask on his head and stared at her silently.

They looked at each other like that for a while, and the man lifted his right hand and removed the mask from his face.

It was a man who looked forty years after last year, looked down at her, with a naturally aristocratic temperament, who was born in the royal family at first glance. Liu Qinghuan, the royal Chinese who appeared with Tang Zibo, could only think of one.

King Lingnan.

Tang Zibo took a step back, introducing: "This is my godfather. ”

Liu Qinghuan made a sudden expression: “Oh, it turns out to be the king.” It's just that the king can't stay in his own land and go back to the emperor without permission, you know?

King Lingnan looked at her for a while before he said, “The map you gave Ayers is fake. ”

Liu Qinghuan did not expect his first sentence to be this. He asked with some surprise: “Why did His Majesty say this? ”

King Lingnan did not answer, Liu Qinghuan thought to himself, and suddenly said: “Did His Majesty follow the map? So the King has" Mei Dong Zhu Sha "? ”

King Lingnan was impatient: "You have too many problems. ”

Liu Qinghuanhuan shut up.

When King Lingnan saw her quiet, he asked: "Give me the real map. ”

Liu Qinghuan turned a white eye in his heart. This tone is really worthy of His Majesty. Opening his mouth is giving orders. She glanced at King Lingnan with confusion and said innocently: "But what I gave him is a real map. ”

King Lingnan looked at her silently, and if her eyes could kill, she was now 10,000 years late.

Liu Qing welcomed the King's flying eye knife after eye, his eyes were incredibly sincere: “My lord, at first, I only saw that" Baiyulan Chun "was valuable, so I tricked him from Zhou Jinfu. Later, when Shemu told me, I realized that there were treasure maps on the painting. When he poured cold water on the table, I looked at it a few times, and drew a map from memory after he took it away. If the map is fake, it must not be my intention, but... my memory may not be very reliable. ”

King Lingnan still stared silently at her and continued firing the flying knife at her.

Liu Qinghuan was a little overwhelmed: “Your Majesty, you have to trust my sincerity. ”

King Lingnan laughed: “If you are sincere, why are you wearing people? Skin.Noodles. With?”

Liu Qing smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked at him. “Why is the king so hard on me? I promised to work with the King, but I won't let you see who I really am. ”

King Lingnan snorted, “And said you were sincere? ”

Liu Qing teased the corner of his mouth: “If the king feels unhappy, you can also put on the mask. ”

King Lingnan: “...”

He's not so childish yet.

He glanced at Tang Zibo beside him and sighed: “You don't have to be so polite to treat the prisoner, take her to the cell. ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyelids jumped. "Wait! You remind me, I can definitely recall what those maps look like! ”

King Lingnan looked at her for a while and smiled. “I'll give you a day to remember. If you still can't remember after a day, I'll help you remember. ”

Liu Qinghuan laughed: “Don't worry, I will remember. ”

King Lingnan stopped talking and turned around and walked out of the room. Tang Zibo glanced at Feng Zibo and went out behind him.

Lin Nan Wang walked ahead and said with a quiet voice: "Keep an eye on people, don't let her play any tricks. ”

“Don't worry, Father.” After Tang Zibo finished, he asked with some hesitation, "About Liu Qinghuan...”

“Huh, that little girl.” Lingnan Wang chuckled, "When the time comes, she will come back. ”

Tang Zibo's eyes dimmed for a moment, whispering: “My godfather is right. ”

King Lingnan asked, "What's going on with Shemu? ”

"'No,' said Tang Zibo. 'I heard he had a big fight with Nightingale yesterday. I don't think he's coming to save her. ”

“That's good.” Speaking of Shermou, it was a stab in his eye.

When the first emperor was still alive, he had always held the throne. He still does not understand why his father passed the throne on to this weak and incompetent brother. Later, in the Wenwei corruption case, he wanted to use the money as an asset to recruit and buy horses, but ultimately he lost money.

That time he slaughtered Liu Zhengqing full of doors, the first emperor was angry and pressured him everywhere. He had to take care of himself. It was not until Xue Cheng's death that he felt the time had come.

This war with East Ganro not only hurt the people's wealth, but also led to the loss of soldiers, and many small neighbouring countries looked at the timing and stupidity. The people in the chapel were scared, but he was in charge. While visiting the ministers to solicit their support, he made a covenant with King Wu.

The only thing he didn't count for was that Shermou had shown a handsome talent at a young age and had no disadvantage on the battlefield.

In the battle with Wu Wu, Shemu fought Wu and fled, retreating to his own land. This battle not only swept away the haze over Dacheng after Xue Cheng's death, but also made Xue Mu famous.

On the day Shemu returned triumphantly, the first emperor himself went to the gates to greet him. A 14-year-old juvenile general, angry.

Father Tiger has no dog.

These are the five words that suddenly popped into his head when he greeted Shemu with the Emperor.

Also at that time, he decided to take Liu Qinghuan's chess pieces into his hands.

Even though he did not have the support of Yoo Samurai in Samurai Mansion, he allowed Liu Qinghuan to marry Tang Zibo. Although he has always been careful with Liu Qinghuan, it is always good to have an extra piece of chess in his hand, and it may eventually become the ace in his hand.

Man, there is always a soft rib, Yu Shemu, this soft rib is Liu Qinghuan.

When the sky darkened, Shemu went to the main room alone.

Peach and green are sitting in the house staring at each other.

The whereabouts of the wife were unknown, and the grandfather did not assign them elsewhere, and the two men were reasonably left without a job. Until Xue Mu came in, the two maids bounced off. They yelled and greeted him: "Master Hou! ”

Shemu nodded casually and said to them, "I live here tonight. ”

Red peach and green stunned for a moment and couldn't react until Shemu lifted her feet into the inner room. Then she woke up as if she were dreaming: “Slaves go and clean up now! ”

All the things in the house have been used by the lady, the bed sheets on the bed have been bedded or something, and the lady has slept with the lady. Anyway, we have to change the bed for the grandfather.

“No, that's it. ”

The action of the peach and green peach was stopped by Xue Mu, and the two maids looked at each other indissolubly and respectfully retreated.

After washing up, Shemu lay down in bed.

Surrounded by her breath, as if she were lying beside herself. He buried his head on the pillow and gently smelled the residual scent.

“Qing Qing...” I couldn't help but read the name, and Shemu dragged the quilt into his arms, just like holding the man.

After nightfall, Liu Qinghuan glanced at the purple purple still staring at himself, beating a hawk: “Aren't you sleepy? ”

Though staying here doesn't show the sky outside, it's too early to speculate from the extent of her tiredness.

Feng Zi glanced at her and smiled: “The slave is not sleepy. If the girl is sleepy, go to sleep first. ”

“Oh." Liu Qingxian answered and was about to roll over to bed. He saw a dark thing jump out of the bed and frightened her.

“Ah!” she screamed, pointing at the thing, "What is that?! ”

Feng Zi looked down at the ground with her fingers, and a cockroach-like thing, unlike a cockroach, was roaming the ground and finally stopped at the side of the table.

“It's just cockroaches, girls don't have to panic so much. ”

Though purple face calm, Liu Qinghuan is still a frightening feeling: “I fear cockroaches the most! Step on it! ”

Did a cockroach scare her like that? But if she doesn't step on that cockroach tonight, she'll make it to dawn. The little thing trembled as if it was sensational.

“How long do you have to look at it? Step on it!” Liu Qinghuan covered his face with a quilt and shouted vigorously. With a purple frown, she was ready to end this life with her feet lifted. Who knew that little thing actually flew “buzzing”? She almost thought it was a giant fly.

She flied right in front of her and followed "Pfft!” A sound of smoke sprayed from it, the moment before the purple was smoked, to the effect that it was not a cockroach or a fly, but a weasel.

Liu Qinghuan sat on the bed with his face covered. After the smoke had dispersed, he shook his cuffs and a small bamboo barrel fell out smoothly. She opened the bamboo tube and the little smoked purple flew in.

Liu Qing smiled and stuffed the bamboo barrel back into her sleeve.

She walked to Feng Zi's side and bent over to seal a few of the big holes around her before clapping her hands with pride.

Tang Zibo said Feng Zi's kung fu was good, but why would she want to use force against her? She can also... use indiscriminate methods!