Chapter 602

The shopkeeper of Chunfeng restaurant is in the unknown place, standing downstairs, pale and shaking.

At this time, a delicate jade hand was put on his shoulder. Song Xijiao patted him gently and said with a smile: "don't worry, they just catch some villains. It has nothing to do with your restaurant. Now that the people are finished, you can continue to do business. "

"Oh, well, ouch, it scared me to death. I thought there was something wrong with the shop. When I came in, I covered my mouth and dragged me out."

The shopkeeper recognized song Xijiao and could not help patting her chest. She said with a frightened face.

The idea was from Song Xijiao, and the restaurant was also chosen by song Xijiao. She could not help but feel guilty and said, "it's nothing. Your restaurant has helped a lot. Some day, Meng Xinghe will come to your restaurant in person and thank you."

"Ha ha, that feeling is good! If the shop can get general Meng's presence, it will be brilliant. I'll borrow the girl's auspicious words first! "

When she was chatting with the shopkeeper, Chen Yu and Wei Lang had already dragged the bodies of the spies onto the donkey cart. They were going to take them back for detailed investigation to see if they could find the missing clues.

It's cheap to find it.

It doesn't matter if you can't find it.

Because they are not like the Fusu people, they have to inquire about each other's details before they can barely fight against them. As long as the information on their side is not leaked, it is too much to say that they are victorious in every battle.

This time, Meng Xinghe with 3000 elite soldiers raided, the news leaked out early, and all of them could return triumphantly, let alone face-to-face confrontation.

After dealing with this matter, song Xijiao also returned to the teahouse.

As soon as he entered the door, the breeze met him and said, "Miss Song, you are back. I've been waiting for you for most of the day. What's wrong with you? What did you quarrel with Lord Chen in the street just now? I don't understand. "

Seeing Qingfeng's silly appearance, song Xijiao thought that the reason why those spies believed so much in her plays had something to do with Qingfeng's real cooperation. She couldn't help laughing.

"Nothing happened. I just made up with general Wei now."

"Now that we've made up, we'll take care of your injuries."

Two people are saying, Ling Ziqing's voice suddenly rang from the top of the head.

Song Xijiao looked at herself, and sure enough, her ragged clothes, and her arms and hands, which were full of bruises, were all in a mess.

She couldn't help but spit out her tongue and immediately turned around and said, "look here. I'll go home and take care of my wound and change my clothes before I come back."

Qingfeng looks at Song Xijiao's back, which is so light that she can't feel her head.

"Childe, what's wrong with Miss Song? For a while, she yelled angrily, and now she's smiling. When has her temper become so unpredictable?"

Ling Ziqing could not help but smile faintly: "when is her temper unpredictable? Angry will be angry, sad will be a bitter face, happy when smiling, never covered

"I know, but she was on the street just now..."

"You must be wrong. She's not the kind of person who makes small sex."

"Am I wrong? I don't have one

Qingfeng's face is innocent. How could he be wrong when he saw and heard with his own eyes!

But looking at Ling Ziqing's determined manner, he was not good at arguing all the time. He could only touch the back of his head and follow him into the teahouse and continue to teach those people.

Woman heart bottom needle, really is not a bit wrong.

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Song Xijiao went home and carefully picked out the tiny porcelain pieces in the wound with a needle. While picking, she was hissing and inhaling in pain. At the same time, she couldn't help scolding Wei Lang.

If you are angry, if you hit someone, you should torture her like this!

Finally, I cleaned up all the wounds on my body and changed into a new suit. It was a pity to see the ragged and ragged clothes and skirts that were pierced by myself. Silk and satin, as like as two peas, but not in what she bought in Jinzhou, is not a precious silk, but the finer stitches and finer embroidery are not exactly the same in Jinzhou, let alone in the desert.

There are few embroiderers here. Where can I buy such a bright skirt?

The more she looked at it, the more pitiful she felt. She could not help but put a bag of clothes into the bag and gave it to her wife. She said, "take this dress to Wei Lang and tell him that the money for clothes and table is three hundred dollars. Ask him to send someone to deliver it to me immediately. Otherwise, when I come to him in person, it will be more than three hundred dollars."

The old woman held the dress in her arms and hastily advised, "Oh, girl, how could this woman's clothes be easily handed over to a man! What money do you want? I'll tell you what you want. I'll leave the clothes for others to see. I don't know if you two (cough) I mean the man who doesn't have long eyes is talking nonsense

Song Xijiao didn't take it seriously, but there was some truth in listening to this woman.She is informal, which does not mean that Wei Lang is also informal.

It's not good for Wei Lang's reputation to send the clothes to him rashly.

No way, she had to take the ragged clothes back and touched it painfully: "then you can go directly to Wei Lang to send a message there."

Just finish saying, Qiao Mu walked in from outside.

His legs were covered with mud, his sleeves were in his arms, and his body was covered with mud. He didn't look like a swordsman or bodyguard. He had become a tenant farmer.

Song Xijiao chuckled and pointed to the mud on his body and asked, "what's the matter with you? I don't think it's going to play with children in the mud

Qiao Mu said with a straight face, "how can I do such childish things! It was the swordsman who wanted to plant some flowers and plants by the ditch. He bought a lot of flower seeds and dragged me to plant them together

"Oh? He has a good sense of leisure. "

"What kind of leisure, it's not nothing to do, boring!"

Qiaomu looked disapproved. The swordsmen in the past were so resolute and graceful. Now, they are leisurely and leisurely all day long, which is no different from those farmers carrying hoes in the field.

However, he still enjoyed himself and did not feel nostalgic for his past life.

Only he, every day and every moment, is thinking about his royal highness.

"Miss Song, I don't want to force you to go back to the capital with me. The swordsman is right. If the prince knows you don't want to go with me, he won't agree with me to force you. But can you write a letter to the prince? "

Song Xijiao was stunned. Her face, which was full of smiles a moment ago, immediately sank down.

"Why should I write to him? I have nothing to say to him

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