Flower Stealing Master

"You are so courageous, you dare to make the jokes of this lady!" Su Quan suddenly lowered his face.

"Madam, don’t get me wrong." Although Fang Yi approached Song Qingshu, Su Quan’s long-term lingering power was still there, and quickly explained, "I mean Madam’s method. You don’t need to really make Song Qingshu take advantage of it. Achieve the goal.” The Shenlong cult secretly rumored that Su Quan is like the vixen in the Liao Zhai, who knows how to do it. Fang Yi was dubious about this and couldn't help but take the opportunity to test.

"This is also a way." Su Quan nodded as expected. In fact, she had thought about going out on her own at first, but she was afraid that Song Qingshu's martial arts was too high. Just kept hesitating.

Fang Yi was startled, and thought to herself that she would find a chance to remind Song Qingshu to avoid her way.

"Are you sure Song Qingshu has been tempted by you to control it?" Su Quan thought for a while and decided to check again.

"Yeah." Fang Yi nodded pretending to be shy, but what she thought in her heart was: more than just can't hold it...

"Okay, let you see how good this lady is." Su Quan snorted, with a hint of confidence on his face, and walked out as soon as he finished speaking.

"Madam is going to go now?" Fang Yi murmured secretly. First she was worried that she saw the battlefield after the two had just messed up. Secondly, she thought that she hadn't had time to remind Song Qingshu, in case he was unprepared and suffered Su Quan's way.

"Is there any problem?" Su Quan stared at her suspiciously, "With the preparation in front of you, the rest of the matter is simply grasped for this lady." Su Quan is very confident in his own skills, except for some of them over the years. There is no man applauded by the declining congregation without being played with by her.

"No problem, I wish Madame a victory." Fang Yi replied quickly.

"Gu Li is weird, something was wrong after you came back." Su Quan frowned, and didn't think of a reason. Although there was a premonition that was wrong, but now the opportunity is rare, Su Quan is really unwilling to give up.

Seeing Su Quan disappearing at the door, Fang Yi muttered to herself: Brother Song, I hope you are really a gentleman... Even if you weren't, you just... did that twice, now you should have no energy.

When Fang Yi was struggling with gains and losses, Su Quan had already knocked on Song Qingshu's door lightly. Song Qingshu, who was refining zhenqi, opened his eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Why did Fang Yi return so quickly?

"Official Song, did you ever fall asleep?" Suddenly a beautiful female voice came from outside the door.

Song Qingshu trembled all over when he heard it. Fortunately, he was not named Ximen, so he quickly got up and opened the door, looking at the beautiful woman standing at the door, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Madam came to Song so late, I wonder if you have any advice?"

Seeing Song Qingshu opened the door so quickly, Su Quan was overjoyed. Since he chose to open the door, he must be a little restless in his heart... But she didn't know that Song Qingshu, a modern person, had no protection against men and women in her bones. It was midnight. It was a taboo for a woman to come to her door in ancient times, but it seemed normal to Song Qingshu.

"Outside? It's cold outside, didn't Mrs. Song invite others to sit in?" Su Quan said while holding his arms, shivering without a trace, like a beautiful daughter.

"Could it be that Fang Yi was exposed?" Song Qingshu thought to herself, "but it doesn't look like she looks like this."

"Whatever the madam said, please come in." Song Qingshu stepped aside and greeted her in.

Entering the room, Su Quan seemed to be back in his own room, looking around here and there, not at all as cautiously as Fang Yi was before. Seeing Song Qingshu's suspicious expression, she smiled, revealing a looming pear vortex on her lips: " I came here just to see what the stone-hearted Master Song was doing alone, and he had the heart to reject the beautiful and beautiful Fang girl."

The dimples on Su Quan's lips are very shallow, and only a trace of it is revealed when he smiles, and only on the left. If the two were not so close, Song Qingshu would also be hard to find. Suddenly hearing Su Quan's words, Song Qingshu was taken aback and reacted: "Did you send Girl Fang over?"

"People are worried that you can't sleep alone. Seeing that girl Fang's appearance and body are considered to be first-class, they sent her to wait on Song Daguan, but you are so cruel. You don't know how sad Miss Fang was crying after returning to the room. "Su Quan sighed, as if accusing a bearer.

Song Qingshu secretly praised Fang Yi's acting skills, but his expression was still very innocent: "Madam, are you harming me? Girl Fang is a married woman."

"Isn't this better, Master Song will not take responsibility for virginity issues, let alone her husband is dead." Su Quan looked at him with a smile.

"It's a coincidence, comrade!" Song Qingshu was overjoyed when he heard it, and subconsciously replied, "Isn't the madam also a married woman."

"Uh," Su Quan didn't expect to burn his body, his cheeks flushed, and smiled, "Master Song is so courageous, he even dared to eat my lady's tofu."

"Master Hong doesn't want to eat such white and tender tofu, he is naturally willing to do his best." Song Qingshu said with a pun.

Su Quan's heart trembled when she heard it, but she was not irritated. Seeing Song Qingshu's repeated verbal provocations, she was a little more excited. It turns out that her technique is not a panacea. You need to seduce the other party before casting the spell. When the sage revealed a vacancy, he took advantage of the emptiness and used the technique to control the opponent.

Su Quanjiao smiled and turned around for a few times, taking the opportunity to keep a close distance from Song Qingshu: "When I come here today, besides fighting the injustice for Girl Fang, there is one more thing I want to ask you."

"Madame, please tell me, I must know that everything is endless." Song Qingshu smiled, and added a "weird" in his heart.

Su Quan did not answer immediately. Instead, she seemed to unintentionally picked up the teacup on the table, poured a glass of water, and took a sip from her mouth. The ruddy lips and the white teacup formed a strong visual impact.

Song Qingshu looked a little dry, and his heart had already turned upside down: My dear, this should be called sexual suggestion in psychology... It seems that Mei Gong is also a science, eh, fairy, what other tricks are there? Just make it out.

The slight sliding between the opponent’s throat could not conceal Su Quan’s eyes. She was very satisfied with Song Qingshu’s current reaction. She walked around the room with small steps, as if there was something difficult to tell: "Ms. Song mentioned before... mentioned the leader. He needs to practice martial arts..." In the middle of speaking, Su Quan blushed and didn't want to speak again.

"It's just a word, is it necessary to be ashamed to answer and leaning on my bed? The topic is still so suggestive..." Song Qingshu was slanderous. If he didn't know how powerful Su Quan was in the original work, I'm afraid I would really be affected by her Oscar. The performance afterwards fooled the past.

"This kind of thing, I must know that the lady, as the client, should be the clearest." Song Qingshu didn't answer directly, but instead smiled at her unkindly.

"I have given you such obvious hints, so don't take the initiative." Su Quan was secretly angry. Seeing that Song Qingshu is different from other men, it seems that it is not so easy to be dealt with. "Well, don't tame you into my skirt. My loyal dog, my last name is Su Quan and you!"

Su Quan ignited the fighting spirit. All she needed was the moment when Song Qingshu lost his mind, so she continued to tease Song Qingshu if he didn't have anything to say: "This kind of thing is a daughter’s family, how can I be embarrassed to say this? I just want to ask Song Do you have any solutions?"

"Mrs. Master, I have a poem here, which should be helpful to Madam's situation." Song Qingshu replied.

"Oh? I can't see that Master Song is not only strong in martial arts, but also chanting poetry and making the right. As expected, she is both civil and martial arts." Su Quanmei's eyes have a hint of surprise. If you know the people in the world, there are not many who understand. , Let alone a high-level skill like poetry.

"What's the problem with chanting poems, what I am best at is to get a quilt wet." Song Qingshu told a cold joke in his previous life. Seeing Su Quan's expression in the mist, he couldn't help being a little dull, and continued: " Madam, listen carefully—the girl has acres of land and has been barren for eighteen years, so she can’t eat enough at home, so she goes to another home."

Su Quan’s face was instantly brilliant, red for a while, and blue for a while, but it didn’t happen well, so she smiled awkwardly: "This lady really overestimates Master Song. Master Song’s masterpiece doesn’t rhyme at all, saying it’s a literary poem. Reluctantly."

But Song Qingshu didn't care, shook his head and smiled: "The rhyme is just a literati's path. Then the lady will comment on this poem again." After saying that, Su Quan didn't wait for Su Quan's reaction, and said to herself: "The sun is beginning to shine, and there are thousands of mountains and rivers. Like a fire; a round will go up to the heavens in an instant, and the stars will go back to the moon."

Su Quan wanted to take the opportunity to compliment him, but he was teased by the other party just now, and now he couldn't bear the tone. He thought that the poem was written by Song Qing, so he expressed his scorn, and his tone was quite sarcasm: "The words are vulgar and not at all. Rhyming is not a good poem."

Song Qingshu looked at Su Quan with a weird look, with an expression that knew you would say this: "This poem was written by Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty. It is not very good from a poetic point of view, but I pay more attention to the words that show up between the lines. Weather. So rhyming words are nothing but trails, and the meaning of the poem itself is the more precious thing."

Su Quan was secretly surprised: Song Qingshu actually compared himself with the emperor. It seems that he is not destined to be in the pool...

Song Qingshu didn't know that a single word of his own had caused so many superstitious ancients. Seeing Su Quan's look dull, he smiled and said, "Now what does Madam think of my poem just now? I think it's vivid and appropriate."

Su Quan suppressed his anger, and Song Qingshu, who was leaning to the side, smiled and said, "Why, Song Daren will forgive the slave family, do you plan to let the slave family eat something?"

The tip of his nose was filled with the fragrance of a mature woman, and when he heard the other party's words that were almost Chi Guoguo, Song Qingshu felt his heart lost. Su Quan keenly seized the opportunity and raised his head to look at him, with a strange look in his eyes: "Master Song, do you think I am beautiful?"