My wife is beautiful

Li Qingshu completely forgot the agreement with Song Ling because Mr. Zhao was so angry, so the next morning, Young Master Song, who was tired of waiting, brought his servants to knock on the door, making a loud noise.Li Qingshu got up in a daze, and Mr. Zhao beside him had already gone out, and there was a neat set of plain clothes folded on the bedside as always.

After changing his clothes and tying his headband, Li Qingshu moved towards the door, "Who is it?"

Outside the door, Young Master Song replied in a voice containing obvious anger: "Madam Zhao, do you still remember the agreement with this young master?"

Li Qingshu woke up suddenly, and opened the door with wide eyes. Looking outside the door, he was dressed in a black brocade jacket with narrow sleeves, and his long hair was tied up high, looking very refreshed.But Young Master Song crossed his arms and said unhappily: "You've fallen asleep? What time is it and you still don't wake up!"

Li Qingshu ignored it, his Master Zhao never disturbed Qingmeng to wake him up, this kid really has a lot of face, don't know if he has the urge to get up?

So a quarter of an hour later, in the martial arts training ground, Song Ling was tortured terribly.

After finishing the whole set of flowing swordsmanship, he pointed his sword at Li Qingshu, and Song Ling raised his chin and said, "How about it, is this young master a quick learner?"

Li Qingshu leaned against the corridor with his arms folded, feeling very comfortable, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his lips, "Beautiful fists and embroidered legs."

"You!" Song Ling was so angry that he wanted to smash the sword, and held a sword flower in his hand. After putting away the sword, he said unwillingly, "Compared to your sword technique just now, isn't it the same?"

Li Qingshu shook his head and said: "You have to look good without the essence, but in fact, others may kill you with one move."

Song Ling seemed to have listened to it, and remembered that when Li Qingshu played the sword just now, he was not as casual as usual but extremely focused. Although it was just a set of ordinary sword skills, the sword was soft and slightly cold. Sharp gelled cream.He seems to be filled with cold sword energy, not only elegant and elegant, but also full of intimidation. Li Qingshu has been practicing sword since childhood, and has never stopped for decades in cold and heat.

Song Ling bowed his head and gestured a few times, and gradually found his mistake from inside. Suddenly, his arm felt numb. Song Ling glared at Li Qingshu, "Why did you hit me?"

Li Qingshu held a limp twig in his hand, but it hurt a lot when he hit someone.He said with a smile: "You are too impetuous, causing your mind to be unable to calm down, and you are always inattentive. I'd better teach you in person."

Song Ling nodded, and was hit on the wrist again, he shouted: "Why hit me again!"

Li Qingshu said with a smile, "Hands are raised. The sword is pointing forward. Let me show you the rising posture first."

Song Ling could only hold back his anger, and earnestly played the trick of three-ring rings. Just as he stood firm, he was hit on the back again, and the piercing numbness disappeared quickly. Li Qingshu was sure of rewards and punishments. Properly, Song Ling glared at Li Qingshu, who still smiled and said, "Your back is straight."

Song Ling deeply felt the meaning of the words that self-inflicted crimes cannot live. After an hour, he finally couldn't bear it, threw the sword to the ground, and shouted angrily, "Stop practicing!"

Song Ling turned his face away, but Li Qingshu burst into a smile and advised, "Don't, why don't you practice for a while?"

"I don't!" Song Ling turned his face away and said angrily, "I won't practice anymore, anyway, my talent is so poor, hmph."

Li Qingshu said happily: "Actually, not at all, you just can't calm down, practice hard, I will teach you seriously."

Song Ling blurted out when he heard the words, "In other words, you were not teaching me seriously just now, but playing tricks on me?"

Li Qingshu clicked his tongue secretly, quickly laughed and shook his head: "It's nothing, how could I be that kind of person?"

Song Ling wanted to say that you were, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a group of people coming from the end of the corridor, threw away his sword and ran over, "Grandpa!"

That group of people also came over, it was the old prince and a few new guests. Seeing the young man in brocade clothes with a tall body and a gentlemanly smile on his lips, Li Qingshu suddenly shrank his pupils and was completely stunned. .

Song Ling didn't know those people, so he pestered the old prince and asked, "Grandpa, who are these people?"

The old prince glanced at Li Qingshu with deep meaning, and the other party smiled back generously, concealing a threat.But Li Qingshu's jade-white fingertips under the cover of his long sleeves had already been tightly clenched, and he still didn't know it when his nails dug into his palm and overflowed with blood.The old prince pointed at the young man in brocade who was watching Li Qingshu fascinated, "This is Lord Ji, this is Lin Shangshu, A Ling is rude, you two don't blame me."

Song Ling didn't know these people, so he didn't respond except to curl his lips.

But Master Ji remained still for a while, his bright eyes were tightly locked on Li Qingshu, unwilling to move away for a moment.Lin Shaoze behind him hurriedly reminded him that Ji Qingge came back to his senses, and said a few words to the old prince politely, but kept looking at Li Qingshu, absent-minded.

Now not only Lin Shangshu, but even Song Ling noticed the abnormality, as well as the strange atmosphere lingering between Li Qingshu and Lord Ji. Since Lord Ji came over, he has not made a sound.The old prince Fu Ling had a heart, and suddenly introduced Li Qingshu to them, his face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

"Master Hou still remembers Zhao Huaijing, he is here too, but today he is helping the king with some errands. By the way, this Mr. Li is Mrs. Zhao's wife."

In an instant, Ji Qingge's face froze, as if he had eaten a fly, and he couldn't speak. After a while, he managed to utter a word, unbelievable, "This, this is serious? Qingshu, you..."

Hearing the name from Ji Qingge's mouth, Song Ling probably realized that they knew each other, and pulled Li Qingshu away without saying a word, "You promised to teach me how to practice swords, hurry up and don't waste time! "

Li Qingshu didn't expect Song Ling to pull him away suddenly. He staggered and nearly fell down. Fortunately, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist to support him in time, so he survived. He couldn't stop frowning.

The four eyes looked at each other, and they were very close to each other. Both of them were very surprised and remained silent for a long time.

At times like this, people would always disturb her. When she fell, many people gathered around her, and two voices rang out at the same time.

"Third Brother/Qing Shu!"

The former is Lin Ziqian, and the latter is the most familiar Mr. Zhao.Li Qingshu knew that he was going to suffer, so he quickly pushed Ji Qingge away, but it was too late, Master Zhao had already looked angry, and looked at him with slightly widened eyes mixed with disbelief and even sadness.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly condensed, even a little weird, but the old prince smiled very reassuringly.Li Qingshu knew at a glance that the old man did it on purpose, he stared a few times, and stood on the side feeling a little at a loss.And Song Ling didn't dare to speak after realizing that he was self-defeating.

Lin Ziqian looked at the atmosphere around him for a moment, and finally broke the silence. He walked over with Mr. Zhao, Jin Haoxuan and others, and whispered next to Lin Shaoze, "Third Brother."

Lin Shaoze moved away from the weird eyes that were glued to Li Qingshu and Ji Qingge, his face returned to normal, he nodded his head in displeasure, and replied, "Ziqian, how are you doing now? It's been half a year since you traveled south to play, and you haven't returned home. Father misses you very much, don't be so reckless next time."

Lin Ziqian bowed his head in embarrassment, and said respectfully, "Ziqian knew he was wrong, thank you for that instruction."

Lin Shaoze hummed and said no more.It turned out that the rumors that the Lin brothers were at odds turned out to be true. Lin Ziqian really had a tense relationship with Lin Shaoze, so Li Qingyan took the opportunity to pull Lin Ziqian into his camp.

Li Qingshu was thinking, and was suddenly pulled into a warm and familiar embrace. When he looked up, he saw Mr. Zhao with a stern face, and his voice was still faintly angry, "Did you fall?"

Li Qingshu nodded immediately, his well-behaved appearance terrified Ji Qingge, who was still staring blankly at Kong Luoluo's arm, he faltered for a long time, but didn't say a word, "You, you! I..."

Master Zhao had a cold face, more serious than all the cold faces Li Qingshu had ever seen. Looking at Ji Qingge, he said provocatively: "Everyone, Ma'am is not feeling well. I'll take him back first, stay."

Ji Qingge opened his mouth, stared dumbfounded at the intimate posture of Master Zhao and Li Qingshu, and quickly left the corridor step by step, speechless for a while.

The old prince coughed twice, with a deep smile in the corner of his eyes, but he said: "This king should also take a nap, and the body will fail when you are old. You young people can have fun, and don't worry about me, an old man." Alright, Lord Ji and Shangshu Lin, grandson Song Ling will take you to watch in the garden."

Ji Qingge's face was pale, and he pulled out a smirk with a stiff face, "If that's the case, I'll trouble Young Master Song Ling."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Song Ling replied with a smile on his face, and exchanged glances with Lin Ziqian, and the three young men accompanied the two distinguished guests to watch it all the way in the courtyard, but Song Ling was absent-minded all the way, frowning.

Li Qingshu liked the close contact with Mr. Zhao very much. For some reason, when he saw him, he wanted to get closer to him, and wanted to get closer to him. It had been like this since the first time they met. Later, I realized that if I didn't like it, how could I feel that the crowd Only Mr. Zhao is so special.

Master Zhao did not put Li Qingshu down until he returned to the room, threw him on the bed, bolted the door and ran to the side of the bed, looking down at the person on the bed with a condescending face.Li Qingshu was a little nervous. He had never seen Mr. Zhao so angry after being married for a long time.

That's right, that's exactly the case. Although Master Zhao always looked unhappy in the past, in fact, Master Zhao is really different when he is really angry. It is completely opposite to the blunt roar. A pair of eyes full of anger are quietly staring at Li Qing. Shu, with a blank expression on his face, he couldn't guess what he was going to do in the next moment.

Li Qingshu thought for a while, got up and sat on the edge of the bed, shook Mr. Zhao's sleeve, and called out softly, "Huaijing?"

Mr. Zhao seemed to be distracted, he didn't know what to think, after a long time, he held the back of Li Qingshu's hand, and whispered in an almost pleading tone: "Qingshu, let's move out?"

Li Qingshu was slightly taken aback, then frowned, and said with a smile: "Okay, anyway, I won't be staying for a few days and I'm going home, so it's better to move out and be quiet."

Hearing the word "going home", Mr. Zhao's eyes regained warmth, and he nodded slightly, "Yeah."