Chapter 8 Misunderstanding

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"Don't worry, I know what I know." Zhang Wuji said in a deep voice, Zhao Min thought he wanted to try his best to heal Song Qingshu's injury to make up for the debt he owed to Zhou Zhiruo, so he stopped talking.

"Miss Zhao, please rest assured, if it can't be cured, Song is destined to escape this catastrophe. Song will not blame anyone." Song Qingshu's words made Zhao Min wonder, when did Song Qingshu become so open-minded?

Zhou Zhiruo was also a little strange, but she had a ghost in her own heart, so she didn't think about it, she went along and said, "Cult Master Zhang can do his best, our husband... and the couple will definitely remember it in our hearts."

Song Qingshu was a little worried at first that Zhang Wuji wanted to take the opportunity to take his own life, but then he thought about it, he promised to treat himself in front of so many people today. Everyone knows about Zhang Wuji, and I am afraid that everyone in the martial arts will think that Zhang Wuji is a shameless villain by killing his husband and taking his wife.

In the next period of time, Zhang Wuji often came to give Song Qingshu acupuncture, take medicine, and exercise to heal the injury.

On the contrary, Song Qingshu felt a little embarrassed, thinking that he had done his best to his rival in love.

"Took the medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo came over with a bowl of black Chinese medicine, lifted his head and fed her mouth by mouth.

Snuggling on Zhou Zhiruo's body, feeling the elasticity of her body and the faint fragrance, Song Qingshu felt a little confused for a while. During this time, he didn't let down his guard at all. Every night he was on guard against Zhang Wuji, and he came to steal incense and jade like last time. After a few days, there was no abnormality, and no one came to his acupuncture points. Then he thought of that Shaomin. The county master is not an ordinary character, with a delicate heart. This time, he knew that Zhang Wuji often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo. If he could come to the private meeting every night without her knowledge, Zhao Min would not be able to take the title of incomparable wit.

I haven't seen each other for a few days, and Zhou Zhiruo's place seems to be getting bigger again. While drinking the medicine, Song Qingshu's out-of-the-way light swept to the chest of the beautiful woman beside him, and smiled evilly. Suddenly Song Qingshu thought of a terrible conjecture, and his smile stopped abruptly.

"Zhi Ruo, my stomach is not feeling well. It's convenient to go out." Song Qingshu pretended to be awkward.

Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips and smiled, stood up, tidied up her clothes, and cleared the way. Song Qingshu trotted all the way to the thatched hut, carefully checked that there was no one around, and hurriedly stretched out his finger to scratch his throat, and immediately spit out all the potion he had just drank.

It turned out that Song Qingshu had just noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's breasts were getting fuller, and suddenly remembered that the girl would only become plump if she was often moistened by rain and dew. He had been guarding against the two of them stealing love at night, and suddenly realized that they could also steal love during the day.

In the past, because it was broad daylight, Song Qingshu relaxed his vigilance. In retrospect, every time he took the medicine, he would feel drowsy for a while. At that time, he thought it would have the side effect of drowsiness like taking some western medicines in his previous life. In the blue sky and daylight, I didn't take it to heart.

Not long after returning to the room, Song Qingshu pretended to be tired, and his eyelids seemed to open and close, and soon fell asleep.

"Qingshu Qingshu?" Zhou Zhiruo gently pushed him a few times, wondering in her heart, "Why do you fall asleep so quickly every time you drink the medicine?"

"Don't shout, he won't be able to wake up within an hour if he is hit with my improved Shixiang Ruanjinsan." At this time, Zhang Wuji's voice came over, and Song Qingshu was startled, and then his body was taped.

Hearing what the two were talking about, Song Qingshu finally realized that the two had hooked up before he fell unconscious again. The anger in his heart was like a volcanic eruption. As a guise, it is convenient for them to cheat.

"Zhang Wuji, what do you mean?" Seeing Song Qingshu's head tilted, Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly stretched out her finger to probe the tip of his nose, she felt relieved just now, and turned to look at Zhang Wuji, her face suddenly sank.

"If we don't, how can we have a chance to say something about ourselves? If he is awake, it will always be inconvenient." Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu and said.

"Master Zhang, please respect yourself!" Zhou Zhiruo stood up, with a hint of chill in her tone, "I did promise to reconcile with you before, but to Song Qingshu, I owe him, you must cure him. Otherwise, There is always a thorn in my heart, it is impossible to be good with you."

Zhang Wuji was silent for a while, then replied, "It's natural."

"Can you really...really cure Qing Shu?" Zhou Zhiruo asked suspiciously, noticing the uncertainty in his tone.

Zhang Wuji hesitated for a while, but still said: "Brother Song's meridians are completely broken, and it is no longer a medicine. I am 100% sure, but I have exaggerated a lot."

"It turns out that you healed Qing Shu just as an excuse to take the opportunity to approach me!" Zhou Zhiruo glared at him angrily, "I just said why Qing Shu fell asleep as soon as he drank the medicine during this time. It turns out that everything was your fault."

"Otherwise? It's inevitable that there will be rumors about finding you on weekdays, and it's not good for you or me." Zhang Wuji said with a wry smile.

"I don't need to investigate the previous matter, but you must cure Qing Shu." Zhou Zhiruo said firmly.

"One mouthful of green books and green books, why, do you care so much about him?" Zhang Wuji was a little jealous.

"Perhaps this is just a reason to convince me to leave my husband and be nice to you," Zhou Zhiruo's tone was full of sorrow, "Brother Wuji, you clearly know people's feelings for you, but I am a married woman and always have my own. concern."

"I'm wrong, sister Zhiruo." Zhang Wuji quickly apologized.

"You are clearly skilled in medicine, how could you not cure Qingshu's injury?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly had a thought in his mind, looked at him and asked, "It's not because Qingshu is my husband, you are jealous of a man. Psychologically, let's not treat him on purpose."

"How come." Zhang Wuji waved his hand quickly, "I did my best."

Zhou Zhiruo kept staring at him, until he looked a little unnatural, and then said lightly: "Okay, I will trust you for now. But this kind of treatment can't continue, I will take Qingshu back to Emei to recover. When you think of a way to cure Qingshu, when you come to me again."

Zhang Wuji opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Zhou Zhiruo didn't give him a chance and said coldly, "Come here, send Teacher Zhang out."

Seeing the figure of Zhang Wuji leaving helplessly, Zhou Zhiruo muttered to herself, "Brother Wuji, I know you have a way to save him, it depends on whether you are willing to pay such a big price for me."

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