Flower Stealing Master

"The Art of War by Sun Tzu says: there are five ways of using, between causes, within, between contradictions, between death, and between life. In my opinion, the highest state of use is that even the spy is not aware of it. I am a spy." Yu Wanting stood with his hand in his hand, with no expression on his face, "Women are the easiest to be emotional. No matter how good his acting skills are, Luo Bing will inevitably show some flaws. Song Qingshu is not a fool, if he could see it. What? All our efforts have been exhausted, so I can't put Bao on Luo Bing."

A daze flashed across Wen Tailai's face: "Don't talk about Luo Bing. When the Manchu Qing officers and soldiers broke in, I really thought that Hongli was going to kill people... But in this way, would you be too disgusting with Luo Bing? It's fair."

"Those who make big things don't stick to the trivial." Yu Wanting looked back at Wen Tai, "I'm actually protecting Luo Bing by doing this. She didn't know that she had become a spy, so naturally she would not behave abnormally, so she got the greatest safety. Guaranteed."

Hearing what he said, Wen Tailai finally felt better, and suddenly realized one thing, and quickly asked: "Even Luo Bing himself doesn't know that she is a spy, so how does she use beauty tricks?"

"I don't need her to take the initiative. As the so-called authorities are obsessed with bystanders, I know Luo Bing's temperament better than you. Her next actions are all within my expectations. Naturally, we will unintentionally complete our plan." Yu Wanting no longer When he spoke, an inscrutable smile appeared on his face.

Wen Tailai suddenly felt a chill on his back, and the old rudder in front of him seemed to be a little stranger.

"Hailanbi and Debu?" Song Qingshu was taken aback. He had just heard these two names in Zhang Zhaozhong's mansion. Although their martial arts were quite inferior to Zhang Zhaozhong, they could barely be considered a master of the same level.

Chi Zesheng changed, Song Qingshu worried that if the delay was too long, more and more masters and officers and soldiers would come to Prince Bao's Mansion and decided to make a quick decision.

Hailanbi and Deb only felt that there was a flower in front of them. Song Qingshu had deceived himself and raised his palms to greet him in a hurry, but he threw himself into the air. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his chest and blood spurted from his mouth. It fell behind, crushing the officers and soldiers to a large area.

Song Qingshu used ghosts and charms to seize people first, and then used false moves to induce the two to open their doors. In order not to expose the martial arts skills, he finally used an ordinary Taizu Changquan, taking advantage of the chaos of the officers and soldiers to hug Luo Bing. Liu Yao, a few longitudinal leaps, disappeared at the end of the long street.

"Let's go." Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Yu Wanting turned and took Wen Tai to leave.

"This little thief is really good at martial arts." Thinking of his wife being held in his arms, Wen Tailai still felt very uncomfortable even though he knew it was just a trick.

"Fortunately, the old rudder master, you have a brilliant plan, otherwise we will solve the problem with force. We really have no chance of winning." Wu Zhuge Xu Tianhong said.

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In the inn, Shenlong teaches everyone.

"Brother, do you think the strength of a few of us can really leave Song Qingshu." Seeing Song Qingshu's ghostly body, Fattouduo felt cold and sweaty.

Skinny Tou Tuo's face was green, and he obviously regretted his previous judgment. Only Su Quan was still smiling, but he had already had other ideas in his heart.

Yelu Nanxian on the other side also hid his mouth and whispered, "This Song Qingshu is too fast."

Yeluqi looked solemnly: "Yes, he is the fastest person I have ever seen."

Su Yin was noncommittal, thinking in his heart: Could it be that he also practiced the legendary sunflower treasure? It seems necessary to reassess his strength.

Taking Luo Bing to a secluded place, Song Qingshu pushed him and threw Luo Bing directly to the ground: "Let's talk about it, why would the royal palace master chase you."

With a scream, Luo Bing rubbed his wrist and got up from the ground, looking at Song Qingshu with a complicated expression: "You are always so rude."

"Do you recognize me?" Song Qingshu was taken aback.

Luo Bing smiled sadly: "I remember you turning to ashes."

Song Qingshu tore off the strip of cloth on his face, hehe sneered: "It's better to recognize it. I haven't settled the account with you last time."

"The last account?" Luo Bing's heart rose with anger, "You ruined my innocence, and you came to me to settle the account."

"Your innocence? It's worth a lot of money." Song Qingshu snorted, "You are not the body of a yellow girl. As long as you don't tell me, I stabbed a few times, who can tell, I don't believe you. The husband can see what it is."

"You!" Luo Bing's face was pale, and his whole body was shaking with anger.

"I can guess one or two of what you said to Qingqing that day. If it weren't for you, how could Qingqing become Hongli's Fujin?" Song Qingshu suppressed his anger.

"Even if Mrs. Yuan listened to me and went to find Prince Bao, it doesn't matter to you. She is Mrs. Yuan, not Mrs. Song. You have a green mouth, and it seems that you have longed for her. "Luo Bing sneered, "Anyway, according to what you said, she is not the body of a yellow flower girl. If she was stabbed a few times by other men, you can see what."

"You are looking for death!" Song Qingshu's eyes reddened, and he drew Luo Bing into his hand and pinched her neck tightly.

"It's okay if you want me to die, but do something for me first." Luo Bing opened his eyes wide, and although he was a little breathless, he still looked at him calmly.

Song Qingshu laughed in anger and pushed her back: "Is it crazy or are you crazy?"

"Of course I'm not crazy," Luo Bing touched his neck, "No one knows better than our Honghua Club the mentality of the desire to get rid of each other between Kangxi and Hongli. As long as you do something for me, I will tell You are a secret enough to switch Hongli."

"If your Red Flower Society has this ability, you won't be chased by Hongli as a dog of the mourning family." Song Qingshu sneered, his expression obviously unbelieving.

Luo Bing also understood that it was impossible for the other party to rush to do something for himself with just an ambiguous sentence, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Hongli is a Han Chinese?"

"Do you want to say that he and your Master Chen are brothers? I don't believe it," Song Qingshu shook his head. "How strict Manchu censorship of royal blood is. Even if they are really brothers, it can only show you Master Chen. It's a Manchu." The legend that Hongli was a Han Chinese was widely circulated in previous lives. No matter which version it was, it was clear-cut, but Song Qingshu felt that as long as he had a little judgment, he knew that this was just nonsense.

"Of course it's not like that." Luo Bing was excited, and retelled the story of Yu Wanting in the morning.

"Qian Zhenhuan?" Song Qingshu looked weird. He had naturally heard of the overwhelming "Biography of Zhenhuan" in his previous life. Could it be that there really was such a person in history.

"I know the iron rule that the Manchu and Han people cannot intermarriage. If the blood of half of the Han people in Hongli's body is known to the Manchu nobles, he will certainly not be a prince, because it is just in line with your emperor's wishes." Luo Bing He glanced at Song Qingshu nervously.

The members of the Red Flower Society are indeed a group of well-developed, simple-minded figures. Even if they are a little bit smart, they are limited in their vision and are useless in the overall situation. Song Qing's book was slanderous. If Kangxi directly disclosed this secret to the public, there would be no benefit in addition to directly forcing Hongli to counteract it. Hongli held an army of hundreds of thousands, and Luo Bing actually naively thought that as long as the charges were true, he could be killed by a sacred decree.

"Speaking is no proof, I need evidence." If it was before, Song Qingshu would naturally dismiss Luo Bing's proposal. Hongli and Kangxi's long-term stalemate was in his interest, but recently he has changed his mind and needs Kangxi to clean up as soon as possible. Off Hongli. Moreover, he can grasp the evidence that he is a Han, and he has another weight in his hand, and the next thing about rescuing Xia Qingqing is more certain.

"You rescued the Brothers of the Red Flower Congregation from the palace for me, and I will naturally give it to you." Luo Bing was naturally not so stupid, and the goods were confiscated, so he gave the money.

"Look at how embarrassed you were just now. If I'm not mistaken, it must be a master of the Royal Palace who suddenly attacked your stronghold. You ran away in a hurry. How could you possibly have time to bring any evidence." Song Qingshu didn't believe it at all and caught Luo Bing directly. A pair of big hands fumbled on her.

"What are you doing?" Luo Bing turned pale.

"Naturally it was a body search," Song Qingshu sneered, "Don't move, it's not that I haven't touched it."

Luo Bing really stopped struggling, but his violently ups and downs chest showed that his mood was not so calm: "How could I take such important things with me? Honghua would have hidden them in a secret place long ago."

"Sure enough, there is nothing," Song Qingshu stretched out her hand from her skirt. "How do I know if you are lying to me? Besides, with your rank in the Red Flower Club, I don't think you have the qualifications to know this. secret."

Luo Bing blushed and buttoned up the messy clothes again: "Believe it or not!"

Song Qingshu stared at her face for a long while, unable to see any flaws, and finally nodded: "Okay, I believe you for the time being, but you have to stay by my side during this time. If you rescue them, you can't Give the evidence to me...huh, let alone your husband Wentai, I will kill the rest of the Red Flower Society."

Luo Bing's complexion faded, but at this moment desperate, he nodded, "Okay."

Taking her to the vicinity of the Sifang Pavilion, Song Qingshu stopped, frowning and said: "There must be many surveillance people around the Sifang Pavilion. If you are taken directly in by Hongli, it will be a bad thing. You will be here first. Wait, I'll be out in a while." After speaking, he clicked on Luo Bingxue and walked to the Sifang Pavilion.

Luo Bing was spotted and he couldn't move a minute. His heart was full of fear. He was also worried about being discovered by passing officers and soldiers. He was also worried about what to do with him if there is a passing rogue... I don't know how long it has been, Luo. At the time when Bing was passing the seconds, Song Qingshu finally came back to him. For some reason, Luo Bing let out a long sigh of relief when he saw this demon-like man.

"Change the clothes of the imperial guard, and enter and leave the Sifang Pavilion in the future. It will be more or less concealed from the eyes and ears of some people." Song Qingshu threw a set of clothes in front of her and untied the acupuncture points on her body.

Bend down and rubbed his sore calf, Luo Bing looked at the clothes in front of him, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Why don't you change it?" Song Qingshu was taken aback.

"You turn around." Luo Bing pursed his mouth, his cheeks flushed.