Chapter 8

"Can it really be cured?" Song Qingshu was a little suspicious. After all, there was no way for him.

"Don't hold too much hope, elder martial brother song. I can only try my best. The possibility of success is only one or two percent. Do you want to try again, elder martial brother song?" Zhang Wuji thought about it carefully and said with a frown.

"One or two achievements is enough. Just try your best." For song Qingshu, who was desperate, one or two percent is really high. If Zhang Wuji is full of assurance that more than half of his hopes can be cured, song Qingshu can't believe him. After all, nobody can do anything. Now he says so, song Qingshu has a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Brother Wuji, I don't think you'd better try, so as not to be a villain if you can't cure it." Zhao Min feels that his sweetheart's action this time is a bit abrupt. No one is grateful if he is cured. If he is not cured, I'm afraid all kinds of rumors will spread by then.

"Don't worry, I know it." Zhang Wuji said in a deep voice, Zhao Min thought that he wanted to try his best to cure song Qingshu's injury to make up for Zhou Zhiruo's debt, so he didn't say any more.

"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If it can't be cured, it's the fate of song. Song won't blame anyone." What song Qingshu said surprised Zhao min. when was song Qingshu so open-minded?

Zhou Zhiruo was also a little strange, but she felt guilty in her heart and didn't think about it carefully. She echoed: "Master Zhang can do his best. Our husband... And his wife will be impressed."

At first, song Qingshu was worried that Zhang Wuji wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to kill himself. But then he thought about it. He promised to cure himself in front of so many people today. If he was cured, everyone would think that Zhang Wuji was a shameless villain.

In the next period of time, Zhang Wuji often came to give song Qingshu acupuncture, medicine, exercise healing, busy in the past, busy over, a few days down, internal power consumption.

On the contrary, song Qingshu was a little upset. He thought that he had done his utmost for his rival.

"Take the medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo brought a bowl of black traditional Chinese medicine and raised his head to feed her.

Nestled up to Zhou Zhiruo, feeling the elasticity of her body, and the faint fragrance, song Qingshu was a little confused for a while. During this period of time, he didn't relax his vigilance at all. Every night he was on guard against Zhang Wuji, and he came to steal incense and jade as he did last time. After a few days, there was nothing unusual, and no one came to point out his acupoints. He thought that Princess Shaomin was not an ordinary character, and she had a delicate heart. This time, he knew that Zhang Wuji often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo, Zhao Min can't afford the title of matchless wit.

I haven't seen Zhou Zhiruo for a few days. It seems that Zhou Zhiruo is getting bigger again. When I drink the medicine, song Qingshu's Yu Guang sweeps the breast of the beauty beside me. He smiles wickedly. All of a sudden, song Qingshu thought of a terrible guess, and his smile stopped suddenly.

"Zhiruo, I don't feel very well in my stomach. Go out for a convenience." Song Qingshu pretended to be very timid.

Zhou Zhiruo chuckled and straightened out her dress to get out of the way. Song Qingshu trotted all the way to the cottage, looked carefully, and there was no one around him. He quickly stretched out his finger and scratched his throat, and immediately vomited out all the medicine he had just drunk.

It turns out that song Qingshu just noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest is getting fuller and fuller, and suddenly remembered that only when the girl is often moistened by rain and dew can she become fuller. He has been guarding against two people's cheating at night, and suddenly realized that it's not the same during the day?

In the past, because it was broad daylight, song Qingshu relaxed his vigilance. Now in retrospect, every time he drank the medicine, he was in a daze for a period of time. At that time, he thought that there would be side effects of drowsiness like taking some western medicine in his previous life. In addition, he didn't pay attention to it.

Not long after returning to the room, song Qingshu pretended to be tired, his eyelids closed and he soon fell asleep.

"Green book, green book?" Zhou Zhiruo gently pushed him a few times, wondering in his heart: "how can I fall asleep so quickly every time I drink medicine?"

"Don't shout. He won't be able to wake up in an hour if he wins my improved Shixiang ruanjin powder." At this time, Zhang Wuji's voice came over, and song Qingshu was startled, and then the sleeping acupoints on his body were pointed.

After hearing what they said, song Qingshu finally understood that they had colluded with each other. His anger was like a volcano eruption. He was so naive that he thought they were trying to save himself. He didn't know that he just used it as a cover to facilitate them to steal love.

"What do you mean, Zhang Wuji?" Seeing that song Qingshu's head was crooked, Zhou Zhiruo quickly put out her finger on the tip of his nose and felt the breath. Then she relaxed. Looking back at Zhang Wuji, her face suddenly sank.

"No, we don't have a chance to say something personal. If he is awake, it's always inconvenient." Zhang Wuji read song Qingshu and said.

"Master Zhang, look forward to self-respect!" Zhou Zhiruo stood up with a chill in her voice. "I did promise to make up with you before, but I owe him song Qingshu. You must cure him. Otherwise, there will always be a thorn in my heart. It's impossible to be with you. "

Zhang Wuji was silent for a while and replied, "it's natural."

"Can you really... Really cure Qingshu?" Zhou Zhiruo noticed the uncertainty in his tone and immediately asked suspiciously.

Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment, and said: "elder martial brother song's meridians are broken. It's not medicine stone that can cure. I'm 10% sure of what I said. In fact, I've exaggerated a lot. "

"It turns out that you're just trying to get close to me as an excuse to heal Qingshu!" Zhou Zhiruo glared at him angrily, "I said why this period of time green book a drink medicine to sleep in the past, the original everything is you make ghost."

"What else? It's hard to avoid rumors coming to you on weekdays. It's not good for you and me. " Zhang Wuji said with a bitter smile.

"I don't have to investigate the previous affairs, but you must cure Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo said firmly.

"One by one, how can you care about him so much?" Zhang Wuji was a little jealous.

"Maybe it's just a reason to persuade me to leave my husband and stay with you," Zhou Zhiruo said in a plaintive voice. "Brother Wuji, you know what people think of you, but I'm a married woman, and I always have my own concerns."

"I'm not right, sister Zhiruo." Zhang Wuji immediately made amends.

"How can you not cure the wound of Qingshu when you know that you are good at medical skills?" Zhou Zhiruo's mind suddenly flashed an idea, looking at him and asked, "it can't be because Qingshu is my husband, you are out of men's jealousy, deliberately don't treat him."

"No way." Zhang Wuji quickly waved his hand, "I really tried my best."

Zhou Zhiruo has been staring at him, until he looks a little unnatural, just light said: "well, I believe you for the moment. But this kind of treatment can't go on any more. I'll go back to Emei to recuperate with Qingshu first. When you think of a way to cure Qingshu, come back to me

Zhang Wuji opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Zhou Zhiruo didn't give him a chance. He said in a cold voice, "come on, send Master Zhang out."

Looking at Zhang Wuji's helpless figure, Zhou Zhiruo muttered to himself: "brother Wuji, I know you have a way to save him. It depends on whether you are willing to pay so much for me."