Flower Stealing Master

"Can it really be cured?" Song Qingshu was a little skeptical, after all, it was hard for him to believe anything without evidence.

"Brother Song shouldn't hold too much hope. I can only try my best. The probability of success is only 10 or 20 percent. I wonder if Brother Song is willing to try again?" Zhang Wuji thought carefully, then he spoke with a frown.

"10 or 20 percent chances are enough, you do your best." For the desperate Song Qingshu, 10 or 20 percent is indeed very high. If Zhang Wuji came and said that he had more than half of the hope that he could be cured, Song Qingshu would not believe him. After all, even the Sweeping Monk was helpless, and now that Zhang Wuji said this, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in Song Qingshu's heart.

"Brother Wuji, I don't think you should try it anymore, so that you won't be blamed as a villain if it fails." Zhao Min felt that her sweetheart's actions this time were a bit abrupt, and this Song Qingshu would not be grateful even if he was cured. If he is not cured, she was afraid of what Song Qingshu would do afterward. At that time, all kinds of rumors will spread.

"Relax, I know it in my heart." Zhang Wuji said in a deep voice. Zhao Min thought he wanted to heal Song Qingshu's injury to make up for his debt to Zhou Zhiruo, so she didn't say any more.

"Miss Zhao, please rest assured, if I am not cured, that means this Song is destined to not escape this disaster. I will not blame anyone." Song Qingshu assured her.

Zhao Min thought in her heart, “When did Song Qingshu become so open-minded?”

Zhou Zhiruo was also felt a little strange, but she felt ashamed in her heart and didn't think too much about it.

Song Qingshu was a little worried at first that Zhang Wuji wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, but then he thought that Zhang Wuji promised to treat him in front of so many people today. If he can't get a good treatment, it's fine.

If he is treated to death, considering that everyone already knew about the relationship between Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji from back then. Everyone in the martial arts will think that Zhang Wuji is a shameless villain who kills the husband and seizes his wife.

In the next period of time, Zhang Wuji often came to give Song Qingshu acupuncture and moxibustion, administering medicine, and exercise therapy to heal his injuries. After a few days, his internal strength was exhausted.

On the contrary, Song Qingshu was a little bit upset, thinking that how could Zhang Wuji be so benevolent even to his rival in love.

"Take medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo brought a bowl of black Chinese medicine over and raised his head to feed him a couple of mouthfuls.

Snuggling against Zhou Zhiruo, feeling the elasticity of her body, as well as the faint fragrance, Song Qingshu was a little worried for a while. During this period of time, he did not relax his vigilance at all. Every night he was on guard against Zhang Wuji coming to steal the fragrant jade, just like he did last time.

After a few days, there was nothing unusual, and no one came to point his acupuncture points, and he thought of Shaomin. The princess is also not an ordinary character, she was both wise and intelligent. This time she knew that Zhang Wuji often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo. If he could come to private meetings every night without telling her, Zhao Min would not be able to hold the title of Crafty Princess.

Zhou Zhiruo's twin mountains seem to have grown bigger again. While drinking the medicine, Song Qingshu's gaze lightly swept across the chest of the beautiful woman beside him, and he smiled evilly. Suddenly Song Qingshu thought of a terrible possibility, and his smile came to an abrupt stop.

"Zhiruo, I don't feel well in my stomach, so have to go out and relieve myself." Song Qingshu pretended to be in pain with a very contorted expression on his face.

Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips and stood up, tidying up her dress, and letting go. Song Qingshu ran all the way out of the hut, took a close look to check if anyone was around, and quickly stretched out his finger to his throat and scratched, and immediately vomited all the potion he had just drunk.

It turned out that Song Qingshu had just noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's mounds were getting fuller and fuller, and suddenly remembered that a girl's place would only become fuller when it was often moisturized by rain and dew. He had been guarding against the two of them cheating at night, and suddenly realized that, what if they were cheating during the day?

Song Qingshu relaxed his vigilance in the past because it was broad daylight. Now, in retrospect, after every time he took the medicine, he would be unconscious for a while. At that time, he thought that the drowsiness he felt was similar to the side effects of taking certain western medicines in his previous life. He didn’t think too deeply into it.

Not long after returning to the room, Song Qingshu pretended to be fatigued, his eyelids seemed to open and closed, and soon he fell asleep.

"Qingshu…Qingshu?" Zhou Zhiruo gently pushed him a few times, wondering in her heart: "Why do you fall asleep so quickly every time you take medicine?"

"No need to shout, after the ten fragrances and loose tendons went through my improvement, he won't wake up within an hour." At this moment, Zhang Wuji's voice came over, and Song Qingshu was shocked, and then his body lost all strength, his eyes losing focus.

Hearing what the two said, Song Qingshu finally understood that the two were really hooking up after he was made to sleep, and the anger in his heart was like a volcano waiting to erupt. ‘Hehehe, I was really naive, thinking that they were trying to save me. This was a disguise all along! It was all so that it would be convenient for them to cheat.’

"Zhang Wuji, what do you mean?" Seeing Song Qingshu's tilted head, Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly stretched out her finger to probe his nose, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she felt his breath. Turning her head to look at Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo’s face suddenly sank.

"Otherwise, how can we have the opportunity to say something between ourselves if he is awake? It is always inconvenient." Zhang Wuji said as he looked at the sleeping Song Qingshu.

"Master Zhang, I hope you will respect my dignity!" Zhou Zhiruo stood up, speaking with a hint of chill in her tone, "I did promise to reunite with you before, but to Song Qingshu, I owe him, you must heal him. Otherwise, there will always be a thorn in my heart, and it will be impossible to live with myself."

Zhang Wuji was silent for a while, and replied, "That is natural."

"Are you…really able to cure Qingshu?" Zhou Zhiruo noticed the uncertainty in his tone and asked suspiciously.

Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment, and still said, "Brother Song's meridians are completely broken, it is no longer in a state where it can be healed by medicine. I have a certain degree of certainty, but in fact, it is not that much."

"It turns out that you just wanted to take the opportunity to approach me for the treatment of Qingshu!" Zhou Zhiruo glared at him angrily, "I wondered why Qingshu fell asleep as soon as he drank the medicine during this period. It turns out that everything was caused by you."

"It is inevitable that there will be some rumors if I didn’t do this, and they are not very good for both you and me." Zhang Wuji bitterly smiled.

"I will not pursue this matter from before, but you must cure Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo said matter of factly.

"That condition again. Why… why do you care about him so much?" Zhang Wuji was jealous.

"Perhaps this is just a reason to persuade me to leave my husband and be devoted to you…" Zhou Zhiruo's tone was full of sadness, "Brother Wuji, you don’t have any problems, but I am a married woman and always have my own concerns."

"I was wrong, forgive me, little sister Zhiruo." Zhang Wuji quickly apologized.

"You obviously have superb medical skills, how can you not be able to cure Qingshu's injuries?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly flashed an idea, she stared at him, and asked, "It won't be because Qingshu is my husband, and you are feeling jealous. So, you want to kill him on purpose."

"How can that be?" Zhang Wuji waved his hand quickly, "I tried my best."

Zhou Zhiruo kept staring at him intently until he looked a little unnatural, and then said lightly, "Well, I believe you for the time being. But this kind of treatment can't continue, I will take Qingshu back to Emei to recover. When you think of a cure for Qingshu, only then you can come to me again."

Zhang Wuji opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Zhou Zhiruo didn't give him a chance, and coldly said, "Someone, send Master Zhang out."

Seeing Zhang Wuji leaving helplessly, Zhou Zhiruo muttered to herself, "Brother Wuji, I know you can save him. It only depends on whether you are willing to pay such a high price for me."