Chapter 20

Sure enough, before long, Murong Fu frowned and said: "Prince song's meridians have been damaged... King of medicine. Did his old man really say that Dou Zhuan Xing Yi can cure Prince song? Maybe I'm stupid. I've been practicing Dou Zhuan Xing Yi for 20 years. I don't know that Dou Zhuan Xing Yi can also renew my meridians. "

Song Qingshu was disappointed, and Mrs. Hu couldn't bear it. She couldn't help saying, "since Murong can't help it, I have to accompany song brothers to other places to try. I'm afraid I can't stay here."

"Sister in law doesn't have to be like this. Since this last hope is broken, I'm completely dead. It's more convenient for my sister-in-law to stay here if she wants to investigate Murong Jingyue." Song Qingshu's tone was full of sadness and reluctance. Yanziwu and his party couldn't cure him, so he had to leave.

Although I can live here with Mrs. Hu and live a safe life, I still have to accumulate more strength when I think of Zhou Zhiruo's sword of Damocles hanging on my head.

Now there is no hope of learning martial arts. It seems that we have to enter the Imperial Hall. Song Qingshu's mind is spinning rapidly. Who are the forces in the world going to

Seeing Mrs. Hu's posture of going with song Qingshu, Murong Fu was in a hurry. He suddenly thought of a way and said, "don't worry, I seem to think of a way to cure the meridians of song Gongzi."

Song Qingshu took a light look at him. To tell the truth, during this period of time, he was numb to all possible treatments for his own channels, from hope to disappointment, to hope, and then to despair.

"I hope you can give me some advice." Mrs. Hu on one side was obviously more warm-hearted than him.

"I have a cousin who is familiar with martial arts all over the world," Murong Fu said. There was a trace of tenderness in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by perseverance. "When I discussed various internal skills with her a few years ago, she seemed to have mentioned an internal skill, which has the effect of killing people and killing bones. It must be able to cure the injury of song Gongzi..."

"Wang Yuyan?" Song Qingshu suddenly became interested. How could he forget that there was such a great master of martial arts for a beautiful girl who didn't have any martial arts skills? If she had said that, she might really have hope. He asked excitedly, "Mr. Murong, what kind of internal skill is it?"

Murong Fu's expression was brilliant: "I forgot..."

It turns out that when Murong Fu heard about this martial art, he didn't believe it in his heart and sneered at it. How could he have remembered its name? This time, if he hadn't been reminded by the symptoms of song Qingshu, and in order to retain Mrs. Hu, he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment, he suddenly remembered this anecdote.

Seeing the strange look on their faces, Murong Fu quickly added, "but my cousin certainly remembers."

"Is Murong's cousin in the house?" Mrs. Hu is more nervous than song Qingshu at the moment.

"Cousin, she's in mantuo villa. It's a little far from here. Now it's getting late. Why don't you stay for a night and let's meet my cousin tomorrow." Murong Fu kept thinking about how to keep Mrs. Hu here.

"Thank you, young master." Mrs. Hu is not good, too hasty, had to bow to thank.

"ABI, go down and order the food and drinks. Where's Zhu?" Murong Fu turned around and said.

"Sister Zhu heard that the young master had come to the kitchen to prepare wine and food." ABI gently smiles and leans back. "I'm going to help sister Zhu."

"Mr. Murong is very lucky to have such a beautiful maidservant." Song Qingshu sighed sincerely.

Murong Fu smiles and doesn't answer. Mrs. Hu gives him a white look. She thinks that his uncle is just like this. How can he praise his wife.

Seeing their strange expressions, song Qingshu realized that there was something wrong. He was a modern man. At that time, women had more fun than men. Praising people for their beauty was a common way to get close to each other. He didn't expect that this method was not applicable in ancient times.

"Young master, you have a distinguished guest here today. Congratulations, congratulations." Outside a burst of hearty laughter came, only to see four home will be generally dressed people came in together.

"It turns out that it's the four village leaders under Murong, Gusu. It's disrespectful!" Song Qingshu stood up to salute some of them, but he was wondering whether their martial arts were as bad as those in TV dramas or as close to the first-class experts in the world as those in books.

Seeing that he didn't call himself Murong family general, the four of them felt good for him. They pulled him for a while and asked.

"Young master, the food and wine are ready. You can take a seat." Song Qing Shu was dealing with several rough men, and suddenly smelled a sweet smell. At that instant, he thought that a modern woman came across. The smell of the familiar rose perfume made him almost burst into tears.

Looking back, he saw a lovely little girl in red. Song Qingshu asked excitedly, "do you know Jin Yong?"

The girl in red was obviously frightened by him. She took a look at Murong Fu quietly and said, "young master, do you recognize the wrong person?"

Seeing that she was in a daze, Song Qing knew that she thought too much, so she could not help laughing, "is the rose perfume on the girl's body?"

The girl in red's eyes brightened, and she looked like a bosom friend: "yes, yes, sir, do you also study flower dew? This is my homemade rose dew..."

"Zhu, stop it." Murong Fu coughed gently.

Ah Zhu spits out her tongue and arranges the wine table with ah Bi.

Song Qingshu is in a trance. Where is the plot of Tianlong eight? It seems that it hasn't started yet. Why has Qiao Feng become the king of Nanyuan in Liao? However, it is not so difficult to understand these deviations when you think that you can cross over from modern times.

After dinner, ah Zhu and ah Bi lead them to their respective guest rooms to have a rest. Ah Zhu wants to talk but stops all the way. Song Qingshu laughingly asks, "Miss Zhu, what do you want to say?"

Ah Zhu's black eyes turned and giggled: "young man, why are you so good at women's gadgets?"

"You mean rose dew?" Song Qing can't help laughing. He was familiar with the smell of Chanel and Dior perfume. He was more than sufficient to cope with a little girl movie.

"Mm-hmm ~" ah Zhu kept nodding.

"Miss Zhu, although your rose dew is elegant and refined, it doesn't seem to last long." Song Qingshu's mind moved, and he thought of a Zhu's ability to go against the heaven, and immediately had a care.