The Counterfeit Madam Hou

Liu Qinghuan stood at the kitchen door, listening to the rapid footsteps from far to near.

There was still pain in her abdomen, and she leaned against the door, her face gasping for a few breaths.

A person turned around in the corner of the courtyard, Liu Qinghuan subconsciously stood upright, and looked intently there.

"Mrs. Xue?" A soft female voice came from the opposite side, Liu Qinghuan gave a slight stun, and came in front of He Xirou, whom she had seen at Ning's birthday party not long ago.

"Mrs. Xue, what's wrong with you?" He Xirou saw that she was pale, and reached out to hold her subconsciously. Liu Qinghuan turned aside slightly and avoided her hand. She took a look at He Xirou and asked, "Why are you here?"

He Xiu said: "I came to the temple to listen to the drama. I didn't want to hear that half of the outside actually hit me. I fled in a panic, and ran here without knowing it."

Liu Qinghuan's eyes moved slightly, didn't people usually run outside when they escaped, why did anyone run inside? And the footsteps she heard just now didn't look like one person.

"Mrs. Xue, you don't look well. I'll help you out." He Xirou said and extended his hand in the direction of Liu Qinghuan, Liu Qinghuan suddenly snapped her hand, He Xirou turned his wrist subconsciously and took it out of her hand. come out.

Liu Qing frowned, "You will martial arts."

He Xirou looked at her, and the deliberate tenderness on her face was scattered little by little: "I learned a few tricks from people when I was young."

"With whom?"

"The son of King Lingnan."

Liu Qinghuan froze, and He Xirou had already shot her hole like lightning.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't move for a moment, her eyebrows were tightly locked, and she stared at the opposite person momentarily: "Are you the king of Lingnan?"

He Xirou looked faint and gave her a slight glance: "No, I just want to take revenge for Tang Zibo." When the words fell, several monks ran out of the corner. He Xirou took the rope from them and took Liu Qinghuan Tied up.

Liu Qinghuan looked down at her and asked, "They are all yours? What about the monks in the temple?"

He Xirou smiled and looked up at her: "I think Mrs. Xue should care about herself first."

Liu Qinghuan squinted at the corner of his mouth and didn't speak, because he had endured the pain in his abdomen, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. After He Xirou tied her up, she turned around in front of her and looked at her: "This time in Hou's house, it should be the first time you saw me?"

Liu Qinghuan didn't answer, and He Xirou again thought to himself: "However, I have seen you more than once."

Liu Qing frowned and asked, "What is the relationship between you and Tang Zibo?"

A sudden smile broke into He Xirou's face, and he approached Liu Qinghuan and said, "I have known him for a longer time than you."

Liu Qinghuan subconsciously wanted to stay away from her, but remembered that he could not move at all. He Xirou was trying to get the few monks to take Liu Qinghuan away. The monk who had stopped Liu Qinghuan at the gate of the temple rushed in: "Not good! Xue Mu brought a team of people to surround the temple!"

Liu Qinghuan's heart moved, and his eyes followed. He Xirou's Liu Yemei's eyebrows narrowed slightly, but she said very calmly: "Don't be afraid, his wife is in our hands. I'll see how he can treat us."

"Mrs. Xue Mu?" The monk's suspicious eyes fell on Liu Qinghuan, seeming to recognize her. "Isn't she Lu Jiao from Shangshufu?"

"Oh." He Xirou sneered, without explaining, trying to greet people to take Liu Qinghuan, and saw a figure flew in directly from the courtyard wall, approaching them very quickly.

He Xirou's gaze fixed, grabbing the knife in the side of one person, and placed it directly on Liu Qinghuan's neck: "Don't come!"

Xue Mu landed in the courtyard, looking at them gloomily, but did not move closer. He Xirou saw that he stood still, with a look of pride on his face, and the point of the knife sent Liu Qinghuan's neck again.

Xue Mu clenched her fists, trying to curb her tumultuous murderous spirit: "Don't hurt my wife."

He Xirou looked at him, his hate flashing in his eyes: "Xue Mu, you came just right. I asked you, Tang Zibo did you kill?"

Xue Mu said: "It's me."

The openness and tone made He Xirou sneer and sneer: "Well, that's what it means to kill someone. I'm going to let you die today."

Xue Mu looked at her coldly: "What if I don't agree?"

"That will only make your wife pay." The sharp blade reached Liu Qinghuan's neck, and with a little force, she could cut her throat. "Ah, yes, your wife seems to be pregnant. If What happened, but a dead body. "

Xue Mu stared at Liu Qinghuan's cold flashing blade in front of his neck, his face was so cold: "You let my wife go first."

"Released her?" He Xirou looked at him with amusement. "Are you stupid when I am? You can let me release her, as long as you die, I release her immediately."

Liu Qinghuan jumped to his heart and said subconsciously: "Amu don't!"

"Shut up!" He Xirou's madness at this time and almost sent two people in Hou's house. Her hand shook slightly because of the excited emotion, and she made a not-so-deep mouth on Liu Qinghuan's neck.

The scarlet red blood rushed out in horror, and it looked particularly dazzling at night. Liu Qinghuan could hold back the sudden tingling and not let himself scream out, but he couldn't stop his face from becoming whiter and more transparent.

Suddenly, Xue Mu's eyes sank.

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with some anxiety, and the murderous rush of energy on his body seemed to be out of control soon. Liu Qinghuan was lucky enough to break through the acupuncture points on his body, but as soon as he was lucky, his stomach hurt even more.

A few silver lights flashed suddenly in the night, almost unguarded, and the monk in the yard was hit by a cold arrow flying down and fell to the ground. He Xirou only had such a momentary encounter, but it was enough for Xue Mu.

The shattering wind came with an unstoppable murderous spirit. He Xirou's eyes had not been recovered from the fallen monk, and a sharp pain in her wrist had made her unable to take the long knife in her hand.

Xue Mu directly crushed her hand bones and unloaded one of her arms twice. He took Liu Qinghuan with one hand and kicked He Xirou's heart relentlessly. He Xi flew out violently, hit the wall of the courtyard heavily, and spit out a large pool of blood.

Xue Mu untied the ropes and acupoints of Liu Qinghuan, and Liu Qinghuan fell softly into his arms. Xue Mu hugged her horizontally, with an inexplicable anxiety in her eyes: "Qingqing, how are you?"

"Amu ..." Liu Qinghuan looked up at her, her face was bloodless, "Amu, I hurt ..."

Xue Mu felt only suffocation in her breath, and her whole heart seemed to be tightened: "Where does it hurt?"

"My stomach, my stomach hurts ..." Liu Qinghuan's breathing was a little quick, and she grasped Xue Mu's cloak tightly with one hand. Xue Mu bowed her head and dropped a kiss on her brows, and quickly walked outside the temple: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt anymore, I'll take you to the doctor."

Liu Qing hugs his cloak, and feels irritated: "Powder powder ..."

Xue Mu held her hand tightly, and the pace under her feet accelerated faster than she did: "We already noticed that we have replaced ordinary fireworks."

"That's good ..." Liu Qinghuan seemed to finally put down a big rock, and his consciousness gradually blurred. Xue Mu looked at the drowsy Liu Qinghuan in her arms, and her heart was like being grilled on the fire: "Qing Qing, hold on, and you'll be here soon."

Xue Mu quickly rushed to the east city with light work, but Li Yuanbai's drug store did not open the door. There is a wooden sign outside the door, with six big characters written on it—Shangyuan closed for three days.

Xue Mu's face was cold, and he could not wait to dismantle his small shop as a firewood. He kicked the door open and shouted, "Li Yuanbai!"

The room was dark and no one responded to him. Liu Qinghuan called him unconsciously in his arms, and Xue Mu felt a pain in her heart, holding her and turning out: "Qingqing, I'll take you into the palace."

Just out of Li Yuanbai's small drug store, a sudden "bang" above his head exploded a gorgeous firework. Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes, looked at the dim light in the sky, and whispered, "Is the fireworks show started ..."

"Well, Qingqing, it looks so beautiful." Although Xue Mu said so, she didn't even let Yu Guang go to the sky, but only accelerated her pace.

After turning a corner, I saw the oncoming nangtang. Seeing Xue Mu, Nian Tang took Li Yuanbai in his hand and rushed up quickly: "Houye! I brought Li Yuanbai to you!"

Xue Mu looked at Li Yuanbai and said quickly: "Have a look at her, she said she has a stomachache."

Hou Ye's face was so scary that Li Yuanbai couldn't breathe, so he rolled up his sleeves and gave Liu Qinghuan a pulse: "Mrs. had a flat breath, and take her back to my hospital soon."

As soon as his words fell, Xue Mu had embraced Liu Qinghuan and turned to the medical hall. Nang Tang grabbed Li Yuanbai and followed him.

When he arrived at the medical museum, Li Yuanbai looked at the door of his store where he had no idea who was flying, and quietly drew the corners of his mouth. Before having enough time to be distressed, he was thrown to the bed by Li Tang, Li Yuanbai sucked his nose, and carefully gave Liu Qinghuan three shots. After applying the needle, Liu Qinghuan's frowning brows gradually relaxed and her breathing became smoother.

Xue Mu kept holding her hand tightly and saw Li Yuanbai close her needle before asking: "How is she?"

His voice was so tight that even Li Yuanbai heard his nervousness.

"Hou Ye rest assured that both the wife and the fetus will not be affected, but in the future, you must not use force easily, you may not have such good luck next time."

Xue Mu pursed her lips and nodded, "I see."

Li Yuanbai took another white pill bottle and handed it to Xue Mu: "This is applied to his wife's neck." Xue Mu took the pill bottle and seemed a bit disgusted: "What kind of medicine is this?"

Li Yuanbai said rudely: "It's just ordinary trauma medicine, you don't need to use it!" He went to the desk case and finished writing the prescription.

Nian Tang hit a pot of warm water, Xue Mu helped Liu Qinghuan clean the wound, or sprayed some medicine powder from the medicine bottle on Liu Qinghuan's wound.

"Amu ... Pain ..." Liu Qing said in a dreamy way, Xue Mu's brows frowned, and she threw the medicine bottle back to Li Yuanbai's desk case.

Sure enough, people should be asked to go back and get the golden wound medicine of the emperor Yuci.

He carefully lifted the person on the bed and kissed her comfortably, softly. Li Yuanbai shook the goosebumps on his body and grabbed the medicine without squinting. Xue Mu saw Liu Qinghuan calm down in his kiss before she let go of her lips.

"Quantang, you stay here to get medicine, I'll go back home first."

"Yes, Lord Hou." Looking at Xue Mu's distant back, Nian Tang knocked Li Yuanbai beside him, "What are you still doing! Get the medicine!"

Li Yuanbai: "..."

Why it was always him who was injured.

The cold wind outside the house was blown in unbridledly because there was no door blocking it. Li Yuanbai shivered and tempted, "My door ..."

Nian Tang gave him a white look: "Relax, don't you just break the door. Are you afraid that Hou will rely on you?"

Li Yuanbai pursed his lips and remembered to pay.

The fireworks festival in Chang'an City continued, and Xue Mu held Liu Qinghuan across the colorful streets and walked back to Hou's house. Li Mo, who was left alone to clean up the Lingnan Wang Yu party, cursed Xue Mu a hundred times in his heart. 2k novel reading network