Chapter 47 Page 13.

Erotic picture?

What kind of pornographic picture!

Song Jin was stunned on the spot, shock written all over his little face.

Could he be talking about the exquisite book that Sister Ju Lan gave her and hid in the big house? !

She had clearly checked before leaving!

She hid the erotic picture book well, and for fear of losing it, she did not bring it out this time.

How could my husband know? !

He definitely wasn't talking about his own book!

Song Jin blinked, turned his head and tried to move his chin away from Xie Qiao's fingertips.

She looked innocent and puzzled: "What are you talking about? What pornographic pictures? What page 13? Why would I look at something like that?"

The rounded touch of your fingertips disappears.

Xie Qiao sneered faintly.

Sure enough, this little girl is good at acting.

She is now telling lies with open eyes, a real liar.

Xie Qiao looked at the girl in front of him and quietly prepared to move away.

Xie Qiao frowned, sat down next to Song Jin, slowly reached out his hand and grabbed Song Jin's waist.

With a sudden force, he pulled back the space that Song Jin had moved with great difficulty.

save!

Help!

Song Jin exclaimed in surprise, with dissatisfaction all over her little face.

She felt her back pressed tightly against Xie Qiao's chest, and the two of them were very close.

"what are you up to!"

Song Jin tilted his head and suddenly saw Xie Qiao's profile.

His expression was dangerous, and Song Jin swallowed silently.

She shrank her neck softly and emphasized, "This is not reasonable."

"Why is it unreasonable for you and I to be husband and wife?" Xie Qiao leaned forward, his cool lips touching the tip of her ear. "Besides, Madam is so obedient, how could she lie to me?"

"I didn't." Song Jin felt that Xie Qiao was scarier tonight than any other day before.

She refused to admit it: "I didn't lie."

As soon as Song Jin finished speaking, his lips were sealed.

Xie Qiao held Song Jin's chin tightly to prevent her from moving.

Under the light, the two were infinitely close.

Song Jin opened his eyes wide and made two "wuwu" sounds, trying to break free but he couldn't!

He held her waist tightly, and twisted her head as he pressed her down and kissed her.

She couldn't move, helpless and furious, and could only clench her fists and hit Xie Qiao's legs hard.

But Xie Qiao didn't move at all.

Even as she twisted her body, he gradually responded.

Xie Qiao has always been strong in bed, especially now.

His little wife was a little liar, she was naughty and cold, and it really pissed him off.

He only regretted that he was not on the bed right now, so that he could hear what she was saying in her heart.

Oh, that's not right.

The bed curtains on which they had made love every night had been burned by her.

As he thought about it, he used his cold hands to tear open the collar of Song Jin's jacket.

He bent down and kissed her heart.

Song Jin was startled by the cold and felt her jacket being torn open, so she moved again.

But she didn't expect that the hand around her waist would slap her butt hard.

Hers!

butt!

While Xie Qiao was kissing her chest, Song Jin quickly organized: "Xie Qiao, what are you going to do!"

Xie Qiao listened, and he raised his head from his heart: "Madam, don't you like it?"

Song Jin said righteously: "I don't like it."

Xie Qiao snorted and laughed: "You lied again."

Song Jin was still lusting after him last night, and he knew clearly what she was thinking.

This little liar.

"Since Madam has forgotten, let me help you recall it." Xie Qiao said, and he exerted force with his arms and lifted Song Jin onto his legs effortlessly.

Then his hand slid slowly.

Song Jin shuddered, his head filled with images.

She remembered!

She remembered it all!

The thirteenth page of the erotic painting was on a carriage, with the two people sitting upright but showing affection.

The woman sits on the man's legs with her back leaning against him, and as the carriage moves faster, the force will become greater!

Oh My God!

Song Jin was shocked in his heart, his almond-shaped eyes widened.

So Xie Qiao really saw the picture album that she had hidden so well!

When did he see it!

How did he know that I had seen it too? !

As Song Jin was thinking about it, she felt a chill under her skirt.

He, he, he actually lifted up her skirt here, and when she wasn't paying attention, his cold hand actually touched her leg.

Song Jin subconsciously clamped her legs together!

He is such a conservative person that he doesn't even care about etiquette!

Is he crazy?

Song Jin quickly held his hand: "Are you crazy?"

Xie Qiao clamped his hands together and stopped helplessly.

He lowered his head and kissed Song Jin again: "Because Madam is not well behaved, I am taking Madam to review, what's wrong with that?"

Song Jin confirmed.

She was absolutely sure that Xie Qiao was really crazy.

But what's so crazy about him?

Song Jin turned his head away a little aggrieved, not wanting Xie Qiao to kiss him: "I'm not being disobedient. I wasn't angry that you kept hiding your identity. I even gave you a gift and offered you a perpetual lamp. I'm not being disobedient!"

Xie Qiao paused, his expression understanding.

Sure enough, Song Jin left because she was angry about his concealment.

He whispered, "Ajin, it was wrong of me to hide my identity from you, but you shouldn't have left without saying goodbye."

"I didn't leave without saying goodbye." Song Jin explained seriously: "I told you several times that I left a letter for you."

Is there a letter of severing ties with him and a divorce letter?

Xie Qiao's brows grew even colder.

But Song Jin had his back to Xie Qiao and didn't see his expression.

I only heard Xie Qiao ask: "Where are you going to after leaving Chongzhou?"

Song Jin felt that Xie Qiao had not taken his hand away yet, so she had to press it tighter.

"I'm going to Kyoto."

Kyoto?

Xie Qiao felt relieved, she didn't mean to run away from him.

He guided her gently, but his fingertips pinched her soft flesh: "What are you doing in Kyoto?"

Song Jin was upset by his actions. She said, "I'm going to open a small shop in Kyoto and bring Que'er over. She helped me inform you before. I can't let her mother marry that scum... Hey! Stop pinching me!"

Xie Qiao chuckled: "What else?"

"Nothing else." Song Jin held his hand.

Nothing else?

There was no trace of him in Song Jin's plan.

Although she went to Kyoto, it had nothing to do with him.

What a cold-hearted girl!

Xie Qiao ignored Song Jin's attempt to stop him and pinched him with a little force.

Song Jin felt pain and frowned fiercely: "Xie Qiao, what are you doing!"

Xie Qiao ignored her and just said to himself: "Okay, when you go to Kyoto in the future and marry into the Xie family, you won't be bored if you have a small shop. If you want, you can let Que'er go to the capital with you."

In short.

She would have him in her life.

He said on the day they consummated their marriage that they would be together until death.

Song Jin felt angry when he heard what Xie Qiao said.

Song Jin always thought that Xie Qiao was old-fashioned, but he didn't expect that he was so stubborn.

Song Jin had a stern face: "Xie Qiao, I don't plan to enter the Xie family, can you please let me go? Can't we part ways in peace?"

Let's part ways amicably and let her go?

Xie Qiao refused coldly: "No."

Song Jin was really a little angry.

She didn't want to enter the Xie family and be his concubine. Why should he let her be his concubine? Just because they both did it?

She said she doesn't mind!

At worst, when she gets married in the future, she can just say that she is a widow!

Why was he holding on to himself so tightly?

Xie Qiao doesn't like her again!

Song Jin was about to speak out in rebuttal, but the carriage, which had been running smoothly, suddenly stopped.

Song Jin staggered forward and was hugged by Xie Qiao at the right time.

Xie Qiao said coldly: "Fu Cang, what's the matter?"

Fu Cang's voice was a little nervous, and in an instant there was the sound of a sharp blade being pulled out: "Sir, it's dangerous outside!"

After Fu Cang finished speaking, his voice faded away.

The next sound was the sound of weapons clashing.

Xie Qiao looked solemn. As he gathered Song Jin's clothes and skirt, he said, "Someone must have assassinated you. Don't move around in the carriage."

Song Jin had never experienced any assassination attempt.

She subconsciously hugged her little package tightly.

She suddenly understood that Xie Qiao came to Chongzhou because he was assassinated and he was seriously injured that time.

Thinking of this, she panicked: "Xie Qiao, we won't die, right?"

Xie Qiao smiled soothingly, "No. Fu Cang's kung fu is very good, and he has secret guards, so we will be fine."

But as soon as he finished speaking, a sharp arrow shot into the carriage from outside!

Xie Qiao subconsciously pushed Song Jin away, but the sharp arrow pierced straight through his shoulder!

Xie Qiao groaned, and his moon-like face turned pale in an instant.

Song Jin was startled. She went over to support Xie Qiao and said, "Xie Qiao, are you okay?!"

Xie Qiao gritted his teeth, pretended nothing had happened, and shook his head to comfort her: "I'm fine."

But even as he said this, his consciousness was gradually fading.

Although he has been recuperating during this period, his injuries are too severe and he has not yet fully recovered.

Now, just one arrow was enough to make him fall into coma.

Xie Qiao gritted his teeth and said to Song Jin with his last remaining consciousness: "The person outside is my bodyguard Fu Cang. You can trust him and let him protect you and leave!"

After saying this, he tilted his head and fainted completely.

Song Jin's heart tightened.

She seemed to see that night again, when Xie Qiao came out into the night with a blood-stained robe, but this time she saw Xie Qiao being stabbed with her own eyes.

"Xie Qiao?"

"Xie Qiao!"

Song Jin called out twice, but Xie Qiao didn't respond.

He was leaning against the carriage as if dead, but he was still breathing to prove that he was still alive.

Song Jin didn't know how many people were outside, so she could only shout, "Fu Cang!"

When Fu Cang heard Song Jin's voice, he flew back and lifted the carriage curtain: "Young Madam."

"Xie Qiao was shot and fainted!" Song Jin said quickly: "Look at him!"

When he heard that Xie Qiao was shot by an arrow, Fu Cang ignored everything else and just went forward to check, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Jin asked hurriedly: "Is he okay? Is he not dead?"

Fu Cang said, "Don't worry, Madam. The young master was shot in the shoulder. He should not be in danger of death."

Song Jin asked, "Is it true that he won't die?"

Fu Cang said: "Yes, but the arrow in your body must be removed quickly, otherwise your body will not be able to bear the excessive bleeding."

Song Jin nodded: "What about outside?"

"There are about ten people coming. We have dealt with eight or nine of them so far. There is still one who just escaped and has not been caught yet."

Song Jin looked serious. She looked at the unconscious Xie Qiao and said, "Xie Qiao just said there are secret guards outside. How many are there now?"

Fu Cang paused and said, "All the secret guards have died in the line of duty."

Song Jin paused for a moment.

There was no sound of fighting outside, so she said quickly, "Let's go back quickly."

Fu Cang didn't dare to stay any longer, so he went out and drove the carriage towards Chongzhou.

Song Jin looked at Xie Qiao's pale face in the carriage.

She pursed her lips and said softly, "Xie Qiao, Fu Cang just said that you are fine, so you must be fine."

The carriage was speeding, but this place was too far away from Chongzhou.

Song Jin lifted the carriage curtain, glanced at the road ahead, and then said to Fu Cang, "Fu Cang, I know a shortcut that can get us to Chongzhou quickly. It only takes half a quarter of an hour, but the road is a bit narrow and the carriage can't pass through. We can only go there on horseback."

Song Jin asked, "Can your son still ride a horse in this condition?"

Fu Cang had just checked and found that the young master was more afraid of dragging than the bumpy ride on horseback.

Half a quarter and two hours.

Fu Cang hesitated a little: "Madam, the horse can only carry two people. It's not appropriate for you to be here alone."

"It's okay." Song Jin said quickly: "I can drive the carriage, I can go back by myself."

Fu Cang gritted his teeth. There were two horses on the carriage, so it wouldn't matter if he unloaded one of them. Besides, it was really too urgent now.

Fu Cang said, "Young Madam, you don't have to rush back by yourself. Just wait here. I will send the young master back and come to pick you up right away."

Song Jin nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Xie Qiao's face turned paler and paler. It was really too urgent.

Fu Cang unloaded a horse, and he carefully helped Xie Qiao onto the horse. He looked at Song Jin with some worry: "Young Madam, I will be back soon."

Song Jin said: "Don't worry about me, send Xie Qiao back quickly, he looks very seriously ill."

Fu Cang looked down and saw that Xie Qiao's face was as pale as paper.

We really can't delay.

He said nothing more and rode away on his horse.

But he had not been away for long when he heard unusual movements in the carriage behind him.

He looked back and saw that it was the assassin who had just escaped who had come back again. He was sitting in a carriage and driving it into the woods!

Fu Cang's expression froze!

Little lady!

If the young master knew that the young lady was in there, he would definitely save her regardless of himself!

Fu Cang thought about it and changed direction, riding his horse straight after him.

The man in black drove the carriage at full speed and soon rushed into a forest.

Fu Cang followed him in, aimed at the man in black who was driving, and shot with the arrow in his sleeve!

Kill with one blow!

But the man in black gritted his teeth and did not stop.

He whipped his horse hard like a madman, and ran through the woods, heading straight for the cliff at the end of the woods.

The horse roared, and under the moonlight, the carriage broke through the cliff, paused for a moment in the air, and then fell straight down!

Disappeared in a moment!

Fu Cang quickly reined in his horse and did not follow the carriage towards the cliff.

He watched the carriage fall without any trace!

The horse that was originally neighing gradually became silent!

"Young Madam!" Fu Cang shouted.

But no one would respond at all.

On the cliff, there were only heavy marks left by carriages.

The mark, along with the horse's hoof, disappeared on the cliff.

Fu Cang felt as if struck by lightning. He glanced at the young man who was already unconscious on the horse.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth, turn around and leave on his horse.

Fu Cang sped all the way according to the route Song Jin pointed out, and indeed soon arrived in Chongzhou. He immediately returned to the Xie family.

Late at night, the Xie family's house was brightly lit.

Someone hurried out to call a doctor, and then left in a hurry.

In the side room, Xie Qiao was bandaged and the room was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

Xie Qiao's face was pale. Although his life was not in danger, he still bled too much and did not wake up until the third day.

Fu Cang stayed awake all the time and stayed by Xie Qiao's side.

Seeing Xie Qiao wake up, he quickly brought water and said, "Master, are you awake?"

Xie Qiao woke up slowly, but his mind was not yet restored and his voice was hoarse and he could not speak.

It wasn't until I drank some water that I came to my senses.

He raised his eyes and scanned the room: "Where is this?"

Fu Cang poured him another glass of water and said, "My lord, this is the guest room of the Xie family branch. My lord is injured and needs care, so I came here. My lord, you have been in a coma for three days. Do you want to ask a doctor to come and take a look?"

Xie Qiao shook his head and said that he would go and ask for a doctor later.

He looked at the wounds on his body and suddenly realized that he was the one injured.

It hurts so much, the little girl will definitely cry to death.

He looked up and found that Song Jin was not here.

He thought about it.

Now that he is at Xie's house, the little girl definitely doesn't want to come with him as they still have things to discuss.

His little wife is still angry, but I don’t know if she would be more soft-hearted if she saw him injured?

Fortunately, he was only in a coma for three days and would not delay their wedding.

Xie Qiao asked in a low voice: "Where is Ah Jin?"

Fu Cang's hand holding the water paused for a moment, and the water almost spilled.

Xie Qiao suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked over with sharp eyes and asked again: "Where's Ah Jin?"

Fu Cang held the teacup tightly, lowered his head and dared not look at him, he just said: "The young lady was murdered, and I failed to protect her well, please punish me, young master!"