Chapter 12 Saving Qingmo's Crisis Previous Update

Qin Si looked at the stone for a long time, and he didn't know who saved her. She stared at the hole in the coffin, turned her eyes and saw Zhang Haoran lying on the ground.

Qin Si was still holding the hairpin she had just prepared. She hesitated for a moment and slowly inserted the hairpin back. Now it is not suitable to attack Zhang Haoran. If the son of the magistrate has an accident, Chunhua Qiuyuelou can't escape. She still needs to hide in the place of fireworks and can't make any mistakes.

calming down, Qin Si opened the window, and the strange fragrance in the room faded away, but strong worries came again. Qingmo's departure is too strange. It is said that Zhang Haoran came to find her. Even if he gave him a chance to ask questions, he should not have come back for more than half an hour.

When Qingmo left, her cheeks turned red. Previously, she only regarded it as the effect of the eclipse. Now it seems that it was won **. Needless to say, this ** was provoked by Zhang Haoran.

She left herself here and wanted Zhang Haoran to do to her? Or, what's the purpose?

The silk breeze blew on his face, and Qin Si tightened his eyebrows.

......

Opening the door, Qin Si saw the green ink from the model downstairs. The moment Qingmo saw her, there were many complicated looks in his eyes.

"Is your sister finished asking?" Qingmo smiled charmingly, and his trembling waist made others feel broken.

Qin Siqian nod: "Thank you for giving me the opportunity. However, this prince is unconscious at this moment, and my sister still wants to find a way. My sister said goodbye first.

Qin Si glanced at him coldly, and his arrogant temperament was particularly conspicuous in the land of wind and flowers. Qingmo turned his back to her figure and snorted coldly. She is very good at it. Unexpectedly, she can retreat all over her body after being **.

A sharp light flashed in her eyes, and Qingmo pushed the door into the room. When she saw Zhang Haoran lying on the ground, she closed the door with her backhand and kicked Zhang Haoran, roared in her mouth: "Useless things, I have the ability to **, but I can't even control a lady in the boudoir."

The plan was broken, and Qingmo was unstricken. She lifted the tea cup on the table and fell to the ground.

"Sure enough, you did it."

A cold and sharpness behind him against the throat of Qingmo, and the charm of Qingmo turned into panic in an instant. Who is it? She had such a ability to come in without her knowledge.

"Who are you?" Qingmo's crisp voice was extremely hoarse, like a broken flute, and an imperceptible shock came out of it.

A cold voice came, as if it came from a thousand feet of ice, and even men and women could not distinguish between them: "If you dare to hurt her, you are a dead end."

She...

Qingmo suddenly understood, but she didn't know that Qin Si was accompanied by such a master. The surprise in his eyes flashed by. Since he knew the origin of this person, Qingmo was relieved.

"I'm afraid you misunderstood. It was Qing'er girl who asked me to help..." Qing Mo smiled, and his neck swayed and stretched with a smile. The blade approached a little more when the voice fell.

"You don't need to say much. I'll spare you once today. If there is a next time, I will make you alive."

Qingmo nodded, and the voice was less murderous. Qingmo was about to turn around and want to see the details of this man. The hair moved slightly, and there was a heavy palm on the back. Qingmo's eyes are dark, and he doesn't know anything...

In the middle of the night, Qin Si was woken up urgently. She put on her clothes and opened the door at will. Outside the door was Qingmo's maidservant, the maidservant who accompanied her to Changping Street. Her eyes were full of sadness and the corners of her lips trembled.

"What's wrong?"

I shed tears in my eyes and sobbed, "Miss Qinger, something happened to Miss Qingmo..."

"Take your time."

"Mshang's entourage called the door, but no one agreed. Later, I felt that something was wrong and boldly pushed the door in, but who thought that Miss Qingmo and Mr. Zhang were lying on the ground and unconscious.

"Where's Mom?" Qin Si's heart jumped and frowned.

The slave wiped her tears: "M Mother has personally taken someone to send Mr. Zhang back."

Qin Si's eyebrows jumped, bypassed the slave and quickly rushed to the green ink room. The room was chaotic, and there were broken porcelain pieces scattered all over the ground. Qin Si rushed to the bed and lay pale with a pale face, and the bedding on his body had never been covered. There were blood stains on the corners of her lips, setting off a face that was appterribly haggard.

"Can you go to see a doctor?" Qin Si asked.

The slave beside him shook his head and gently twisted his fingers.

"Then don't go." There is some temperament in Qin Si's words. She knew that Qingmo was not a pure person and had a purpose to make friends with her, but she had always helped her a lot. Now Qingmo is injured, but there is no one to hire a doctor. Is this cold and warm?

Zhang Haoran had an accident, and the head on the old lady's neck was jumping. Where is Gu Qingmo still in mind? Again, Zhang Haoran's incident happened in Qingmo's house. If Chunhua Qiuyue Building wants to be preserved, it is very likely that Qingmo will bear this charge.

Qin Si sighed slightly, Qingmo, Qingmo, do you think I will help you this time?

When you go back to the doctor and see Qingmo, it's already dawn. The doctor said that the blood gas in Qingmo's body was retrograde, which was a little dangerous. He could only prescribe a few pills to regulate blood gas first.

There is a gloomy smell in the spring flowers and autumn moon building, and the warm sun outside can't drive away the worries on everyone's faces at all. Qin Si asked the slave to feed Qingmo medicine and walked out of the door by himself.

Near noon, the pimp dragged her tired body back. As soon as she came in, she sat down softly.

"Mom, how's it going?" The girls around were a little scared and dared not come forward to ask. Qin Si picked up the old prey and whispered.

The old pimp suddenly drank a large cup of tea before gasping and said, "There was no life. Mr. Zhang has been sleeping until just now. He woke up, but he said that he entered Qingmo's room and chatted a few words, and he didn't remember anything. You said this, this is obviously the trouble falling from the sky. When the magistrate investigates it, we will be finished.

When the people around heard this, they blamed Qingmo, and some of them planned to come up with no idea.

Qin Si sat down beside the old pimp and said in a low voice, "Mom, I have a way to preserve the green ink and make the magistrate look at our spring flowers and autumn moon buildings with new eyes."

Her voice was extremely soft. The old woman's eyes lit up, looked up at Qin Si, and then patted the table for fear and scolded, "What are you talking to me? Go ahead."

Everyone whispered and left, leaving Qin Si alone in the large front hall. Qin Si gave the old man another cup of tea, and then slowly said, "Mom, if my idea is useful, how can my mother thank me?"

Qin Si raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were plain and peaceful. That calmness made the pimp more trust. The face without fat powder squeezed out a smile: "What does that good daughter want?"

"I just want a word from my mother, and don't let me go on stage in the future." Qin Si's eyes are as black as paint, and the bright light flow is unpredictable.

The old woman is not an ordinary person, so naturally she won't agree so easily. However, the trouble was not small. She nodded and agreed for a long time, "Okay, I'll say that if you can save our building, I will offer you up without going on stage."

Qin Si returned with a smile, took a pen and paper as the basis.

"Okay, let's talk about it." The old lady was anxious and hurriedly asked with a pen.