"Hey, little sister, don't go away." Seeing Zhao Min's figure move, Mrs. Tang quickly took her hand. Although she misunderstood her as a man before, but after Yang Miaozhen and Ren Yingying's quarrel just now, the blind man can see Zhao Min It's a woman disguised as a man, and her relationship with Song Qingshu is also unusual. Just as she was about to say something, her expression suddenly changed, "Huh? How does my sister take care of herself on weekdays? The skin on her hands is so smooth, I'm so envious."
Mrs. Tang kept stroking his own hand, Zhao Min was so cold that he withdrew quickly, and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"
In the eyes of Mrs. Tang, Zhao Min is now like a little girl who is jealous. She smiled slightly, but did not get angry. Instead, she said softly: "If my sister doesn't mind, I can serve Mr. Song together with my sister."
Hearing her words, Song Qingshu almost didn't bring it up, and coughed violently there. Mrs. Tang quickly patted his back lightly, and asked with concern: "What's wrong, young master?"
"Shameless, too shameless." Zhao Min cursed in his heart, neither sitting there nor walking, his face turned blue and red for a while. This vixen, who thought he and Song Qingshu were lovers, actually made such a shocking request.
"Even if I am really Song Qingshu's woman, how could I be willing to share my man with other women!" Zhao Min slandered angrily.
"No need, madam alone is enough." Zhao Min stood up, said coldly, turned around and wanted to lift the curtain to go out.
"But I'm afraid I can't handle it alone." Mrs. Tang said in a tired voice.
"I'm not Song Qingshu, so why are you flirting with me with such a sweet voice?" Zhao Min slandered, looked at Song Qingshu's body hesitantly, and said with a sneer, "He's not very strong, not to mention he's injured now. , whether Madam can handle it is unknown."
"What's my sister talking about?" Mrs. Tang looked blank, "I want to help Mr. Song bandage his wound, but I haven't done it before. I'm worried about hurting Mr. Song, so I want my sister to help me."
Zhao Min was taken aback for a moment, and then her pretty face turned red. Seeing Song Qingshu looking at him with a half-smile, she couldn't help but pause: "This bastard must have been reading my jokes."
Although Zhao Min was annoyed, he was very clear in his heart. In the Kingdom of Jin, Song Qingshu's identity is sensitive, so why not himself. Song Qingshu is still protected by this vixen, but now that he is seriously injured, there is no other way but to count on Song Qingshu for protection. With a cold snort, he had no choice but to sit down again.
"My sister helped Mr. Song take off his clothes. I'll prepare some medicine for gold sores first."
Mrs. Tang said while opening the golden sore medicine and smelling it. She didn't mind helping Song Qingshu undress, but she thought that Zhao Min was Song Qingshu's woman, and thought that if she was an outsider who helped her man undress, she might offend her and cause unnecessary trouble.
Zhao Min was stunned, she was so big, she didn't even bother to look at the man, let alone take off his clothes for him? Feeling ashamed and anxious, he saw Song Qingshu looking at him embarrassedly.
"It's time for the princess."
Song Qingshu's faint voice came from his ear, and seeing his lips move slightly, Zhao Min understood that it was Song Qingshu who transmitted the sound to him secretly, looked at the blood stain on Song Qingshu's chest, hesitated for a while, and finally stretched out his hand tremblingly. Seeing that Zhao Min's hands were as crystal clear as white jade, Mrs. Tang secretly praised: "What beautiful hands."
When Zhao Min's slender fingers touched the skin of Song Qingshu's neck, it was like an electric shock, and the heat sent back made her heart tremble.
"Why are your hands so cold? Is it due to an injury?" Song Qingshu frowned, looking at her with concern, worried that her injury would cause a lack of energy and blood.
"No." Seeing that his chest was still bleeding, but he cared about his own injury first, Zhao Min couldn't help being stunned, his agitated mood finally calmed down, his hands became steady, and he took off Song Qingshu's belt layer by layer blood coat.
, still blushing a little, quickly turned to look at Mrs. Tang: "Is the medicine for gold sore ready?"
"Gold sore medicine is an excellent top grade, but..." Mrs. Tang fell into a look of hesitation.
"Just what?" Zhao Min was startled.
"It's just that the bandages they handed over have a smell of sweat on them. These soldiers must have been hiding close to their bodies for a long time." Mrs. Tang smelled the bandages in her hand, and threw it out of the window casually with a look of disgust on her face.
"Hey, why did you throw away the bandage and bandage him?" Zhao Min was in a hurry, and quickly stuck his head out of the window, but the night was already dark, so there was no trace of the bandage.
"What should we do now?" Back in the carriage, Zhao Min looked at Mrs. Tang coldly.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Tang was not in a hurry, but said softly to Song Qingshu: "Master, lie down first, and this concubine will apply the golden sore medicine for you first."
Seeing Mrs. Tang with her legs side by side, slightly leaning in her direction, she knew that she meant to let herself lie down. Song Qingshu smiled slightly. He had a nature of going with the flow, and he didn't refuse, so he lay down naturally.
"Is your son sick?" Mrs. Tang asked softly while applying medicine for Song Qingshu, her face flushed slightly.
"Of course not. Madame's thighs are very soft." After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu adjusted his posture to a more comfortable one.
"." Zhao Min turned his head away, looking out of sight and out of mind. After a while, he still couldn't help turning around, pointing at Song Qingshu's bleeding wound and said: "You can't just apply medicine like this, you have to You need a bandage to stop the bleeding."
Mrs. Tang is a boudoir woman, so it's normal for her not to know these things. As a person in Jianghu, how could Song Qingshu not even know this. Seeing him lying on Mrs. Tang's lap enjoying himself, disregarding his own injuries, Zhao Min became angry for no reason.
"Ah?" Mrs. Tang exclaimed for a while, and said apologetically, "It's all because of my poor health, so I threw away all the bandages on the spur of the moment."
"It doesn't matter." Song Qingshu said with a smile, thinking that he had taken advantage of enough, and it was time to apply acupuncture to stop the bleeding, otherwise it would not be worthwhile to cause a serious injury.
"There is a way." Mrs. Tang's eyes suddenly lit up, and she began to relieve Luo Shang lightly.
Song Qingshu frowned, although he didn't mind taking advantage of the beauty, but this Mrs. Tang was too much, Zhao Min was also dumbfounded, this woman is too exaggerated.
Mrs. Tang smiled sweetly, Luo Chang half-relieved, a pair of round and firm thighs were looming, Zhao Min was stunned, and found that the other party suddenly pulled out a gleaming dagger from the inner thigh, and his expression changed drastically.
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