The Counterfeit Madam Hou

Liu Qinghuan stood at the kitchen door, listening to hurried footsteps from a distance.

Her stomach was still sore for a while, and she leaned against the door and gasped a few pale breaths.

The corner of the courtyard turned into a person. Liu Qinghuan consciously stood upright and looked there.

“Mrs. Xue?” A soft woman's voice came from across the street. Liu Qinghuan was slightly stunned. It was precisely what she had seen at Ning's birthday banquet a while back.

“Mrs. Xue, what's wrong with you?” Why do you look so pale and subconsciously reach out and try to hold her? Liu Qinghuan sided slightly, avoiding her hand. She looked softly and asked, "What are you doing here? ”

Whatever Judo said: “I came to the temple to listen to the play. I didn't want to hear half the fight outside. I panicked and ran away. I didn't realize I was here. ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyes fluctuated, usually fleeing to the outside, why does anyone else run inside? And the footsteps she just heard didn't sound like just one person.

“Mrs. Xue, you don't look well, let me help you out first.” Why did Liu Qinghuan reach out to Liu Qinghuan again? Liu Qinghuan suddenly clamped her hand back. Why did she subconsciously turn her wrist and skilfully remove it from her hand?

Liu Qinghuanhuanjian moved: “You can do martial arts. ”

Why look at her softly, the deliberate tenderness on her face is dispersing: "I just learned a few tricks from someone when I was a kid. ”

“With who? ”

“The son of King Lingnan. ”

Liu Qinghuan suddenly, Why Xiaozuo has sealed her cave like lightning.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't move for a moment. Her eyebrows were locked. She didn't stare at the other person instantly: “Are you from King Lingnan? ”

Whatever her soft expression, she glanced at her softly: "No, I was just trying to avenge Tang Zibo.” When the voice fell, several monks ran out of the corner. Why did Soft grab the rope from them and tie Liu Qinghuan up?

Liu Qinghuan looked down at her and asked: "Are they all your men? Where's the monk in the temple? ”

Why smile softly and look up at her: “I think Lady Xue should take care of herself first. ”

Liu Qinghuan was silent in the corner of his mouth, because of the pain in his stomach, a layer of thin sweat had already appeared on his forehead. Why did Soft tie her up and look at her in front of her? “That was the first time you saw me in Hou Fu, wasn't it? ”

Liu Qinghuan did not answer. Why do you care so much about yourself? "But I've seen you more than once. ”

Liu Qinghuan frowned. "What exactly is your relationship with Tang Zibo? ”

Why all of a sudden a smile appeared on his soft face, approaching Liu Qinghuan's side: “I've known him for a long time, but longer than you. ”

Liu Qinghuan consciously wanted to stay away from her, but remembered that he couldn't move at all. Why was Soft trying to get those monks to take Liu Qinghuan away? The monk who had stopped Liu Qinghuan in front of the temple hurried in: “No! Sherman's got a team surrounding the temple! ”

Liu Qing's heart moved and his eyes followed. Whatever the soft willow leaf brow raised slightly, it was very calm: “Don't be afraid, his wife is in our hands, I'd like to see what he can do to us. ”

“The Lady of Shepard?” The monk's suspicious eyes fell on Liu Qinghuan, seemed to recognize her, “Isn't she Lu Jiao of the Sangshu Mansion? ”

“Oh.” She smiled softly, without explaining. She was about to greet someone to take Liu Qinghuan away. She saw a person flying directly from the courtyard wall and approaching them very quickly.

Why did you look softly and grab the knife in the hand of one person beside you and put it directly around Liu Qinghuan's neck: “Don't come near me! ”

Shemu landed in the courtyard, staring at them in the shadow, but not one step closer. Why do you hesitate to see him standing still, showing a certain amount of pride in his face, the tip of the knife sent a few points to Liu Qinghuan's neck.

Shemu clenched his fist and tried to contain his flickering killings: "Don't hurt my wife. ”

Why look at him softly, his eyes gleaming with hatred: "Shemu, you're just in time. Let me ask you something. Did you kill Don Zibo? ”

"'It's me,' said Shemu. ”

That tone of flutter and tone made me laugh softly: "Well, it's called killing for life, and I'm going to make you pay for it today. ”

Shemu looked at her coldly: "What if I refuse? ”

“Then you'll have to pay for your wife's death.” The sharp blade hit Liu Qinghuan's neck. Just a little hard, you can slit her throat. "Ah, by the way, your wife seems to be pregnant. If anything happens, she will die. ”

Shemumei stared at Liu Qinghuan with a cold blade in front of his neck. His face was cold enough to deter him: “Let my wife go first. ”

“Let her go?” Why are you smiling at him? “Do you think I'm stupid? If I let her go, I'll let her go as soon as you die. ”

Liu Qinghuan jumped and subconsciously said: “Amu, no! ”

“You shut up!” Why soften this moment's madness and the Hou Dynasty were like two people. Her hands, with a slight shake of excitement, drew a deep mouth on Liu Qinghuan's neck.

Fresh red blood beads emerged in fear, especially at night. Liu Qinghuan can tolerate the sudden tingling without letting herself scream, but can't stop the whitening face.

Suddenly, Shemu's eyes sank.

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with some apprehension. His sudden killing appeared to be losing control. Liu Qing was lucky to try to break through the hole in his body, but just as soon as he was lucky, his abdomen hurt more.

A few silver lights suddenly appeared in the night, almost unprotected, and the monks in the yard were hit by a cold arrow that flew and fell to the ground. Why is Soft so stunned for a moment, but this is enough for Shemu.

The roaring wind-breaking sound was unstoppable, why the soft gaze had not been retrieved from the fallen monk, and the sharp pain of drilling on her wrist had made her unable to hold the long knife in her hand.

Shemu crushed her hand and removed one of her arms twice. He handcuffed Liu Qinghuan and kicked him in the heart with no mercy. He flew out softly, hit the courtyard wall heavily and spit out a great deal of blood.

Shemu unleashed the rope and cave on Liu Qinghuan, and Liu Qinghuan fell softly into his arms. Shemu held her sideways with an unspeakable anxiety in her eyes: "Qing Qing, how are you? ”

“Amu...” Liu Qinghuan looked up at her, her face was bloodless, “Amu, I'm in pain...”

Shemu just felt her breathing nitrogen and her whole heart seemed strained: “Where does it hurt? ”

“My stomach and stomach hurt so much...” Liu Qinghuan breathed in a bit of a hurry, holding Shemu's cape tight with one hand. Shemu lowered her head in her eyebrows and kissed her. “Don't be afraid, it won't hurt any longer. I'll take you to the doctor. ”

Liu Qinghuan pulled his cape, angry as if he were swimming silk: “Gunpowder...”

Shemu held her hand tight and walked faster under her feet than before: "We have long noticed that ordinary fireworks have been replaced. ”

“That's good...” Liu Qinghuan seemed to finally put down a big stone and his consciousness gradually blurred. Shemu looked at Liu Qinghuan, who was sleepy in his arms. A heart was like being roasted on fire: “Qing Qing, hold on a little longer, you'll be here soon. ”

Xue Mu quickly arrived in Dongshi with light kung fu, but Li Yuanbai's pharmacy did not open. There was a wooden plaque hanging outside the door with six big letters on it - Shangyuan closed for three days.

Shemu's face was cold and he couldn't help but tear down his little shop and burn it as wood. He kicked the door open and shouted inside: “Li Yuanbai! ”

A piece of black paint in the house, no one responded to him. Liu Qinghuan called him unconsciously in his arms. Shemu had a headache and turned around to hold her: “Qing Qing, I will take you into the palace. ”

Just out of Li Yuanbai's small pharmacy, suddenly “bang” over his head, blowing up a brilliant fireworks. Liu Qing opened his eyes and looked at the blurry light in the sky. He asked softly: "Has the fireworks convention begun...”

“Well, look, it's beautiful.” Although Shemu said so, he didn't even go up to the sky, but he only stepped up his pace.

I turned around a bend and saw the twisted tongue coming in front of me. Twisted Tong saw Xue Mu, dragged Li Yuanbai in his hand and rushed up quickly: “Master Hou! I brought you Li Yuanbai! ”

Shemu looked at Li Yuanbai and said quickly: “Take a look at her. She says she has a stomachache. ”

Master Hou's face was scary and black. Li Yuanbai couldn't even breathe a breath. He lifted his sleeve to give Liu Qinghuan a a pulse: “Madam moved her fetus and quickly took her back to my hospital. ”

His voice had just fallen. Xue Mu had already turned to the hospital with Liu Qinghuan in his arms. He grabbed Li Yuanbai and followed him.

When he arrived at the hospital, Li Yuanbai looked at his store door, who had not known who had kicked him, and silently punched the corner of his mouth. Before I could feel the pain, I was thrown to my bed by a twisted tongue. Li Yuanbai sucked his nose and carefully gave Liu Qinghuan three stitches. After the needle was applied, Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows, which had been wrinkled, gradually expanded and his breathing became smooth.

Shemu held her hand tightly and saw Li Yuanbai take the needle before asking: “How is she? ”

His voice was tight, even Li Yuanbai heard his nervousness.

“Don't worry, Ma'am and the foetus are fine, but don't use force any more easily in the future, you won't necessarily have such good luck next time. ”

Shemu nodded with his mouth shut and nodded: "I know. ”

Li Yuanbai took another white medicine bottle and handed it to Shemu: "This was applied to Lady's neck.” Shemu took the bottle and seemed somewhat disgusted: “What kind of medicine is this? ”

Li Yuanbai didn't have a good temper: “It's just ordinary trauma pills, you like to use them!” When he was done, he walked to the table and started writing prescriptions for drugs.

Twisted the tongue with a basin of warm water, Shemu helped Liu Qinghuan clean the wound, or spilled some medicine powder in the bottle on Liu Qinghuan's wound.

“Amu... it hurts...” Liu Qing said in a dreamy way, Xue Mu's eyebrows wrinkled and threw the medicine bottle back on Li Yuanbai's desk.

I should have sent someone back to fetch the King's gold meds.

And he lifted up the man on the couch with care, and kissed her softly as if he were comforted on her lips. Li Yuanbai shook the goose bumps on his body and grabbed the medicine without oblique eyes. Shemu saw Liu Qinghuan gradually calm down in his kiss before releasing her lips.

“Twisted Tongue, you stay here and get your medicine, I'll go home first. ”

“Yes, Grandpa.” Twisted Tong looked at Shemu's gradual and distant back and banged Li Yuanbai next to him. "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and get the medicine! ”

Li Yuanbai: “...”

Why does he always get hurt?

The cold outside wind came in unscrupulously without the door blocking it. Li Yuanbai struck a chill and probed: “My door..."

"Don't worry, there's only one broken door," he said. “Aren't you afraid your grandfather will take care of you? ”

Li Yuan whispered, just remember to pay.

The fireworks congress in Chang 'an City is still going on. Xue Mu hugged Liu Qinghuan and walked back to the Hou Dynasty through the five bright streets. Li Mo, who was left alone to clean up Wang Yu Party in Lingnan, cursed Shemu a hundred times in his heart.