Ouyang Feng didn't hesitate for long, after all he still had a lot to rely on Wan Yanliang, although the other party was suspicious, but it was far from the point where all the birds could hide, it would be unwise to turn his face now.
However, Ouyang Feng also regarded Mongolia's 100,000 Western Expeditionary Army as nothing back then, and even Wanyan Honglie had to be polite when facing him. Furious, he sneered and took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom: "My lord, this is the antidote to 'man's milk'."
"A man's milk?" Wan Yanliang was taken aback, the name was a little too weird, "How can a man have milk?"
"It's just because it's rare in this poisonous world, just like a man's milk, that's why it got this name." Ouyang Feng replied expressionlessly.
"A man's milk! What a good name, what a good name." Wan Yanliang finally came to his senses, couldn't help laughing, chatted with Ouyang Feng casually, then got up and left.
Looking at Wan Yanliang's back, Ouyang Feng had a cold smile on his face: "If the old man really wants to use this poison on you one day, you will die faster by taking this so-called antidote."
…
Song Qingshu was enjoying the gentle service of two stunning beauties in Mrs. Tang's boudoir. Before the two girls were at war, he hurriedly acted as a peacemaker in the middle. For some reason, the two girls seemed to enter a state of competition, and Huang Rong changed her previous state of resistance. , doing her best to pinch Song Qingshu's shoulders, while Mrs. Tang gave up peeling grapes for him, and began to beat his legs and rub his feet instead.
The two women, one from a famous family and the other from a respectable family, actually don't have much experience in serving others like this, but Mrs. Tang is better than a natural charmer, and she knows how to think about men without a teacher. Often Song Qingshu's eyebrows tremble, and she will Can understand whether the strength is light or heavy, Huang Rong is a generation of heroines, who knows the acupuncture points all over the human body, so Song Qingshu can hum comfortably every time his fingertips touch.
Huang Rong blushed secretly: "If daddy knew that I used his old man's orchid brush point hand to massage men, he wouldn't be so angry..."
Mrs. Tang is delicate and fleshy, and her physical strength is not as good as that of a martial arts practitioner like Huang Rong. After a while, she felt her hands were numb, and she couldn't help giggling: "Mrs. Stop practicing on Guo Daxia."
The other party deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of Mrs. Guo, Huang Rong couldn't understand her subtext, so she smiled, "Young girl is not as familiar with serving men as Mrs. Tang."
The Song Qingshu between the two women was overwhelmed when he heard that the two women were so difficult to get along with, and the legendary Sangong Sixth Courtyard didn't know how much swords and swords it was.
"Okay, okay, stop arguing, you two, someone is coming." Song Qingshu made a silent gesture, and then hid behind the door in a blink of an eye. Mrs. Tang looked at his actions blankly, Huang Rong was also a little puzzled. At first, she thought that the other party was deliberately diverting their attention. After a while, she finally heard the sound of footsteps, and secretly admired the other party's martial arts accomplishments.
Wan Yanliang pushed the door open with great interest and came in, but before he could speak, his eyes darkened and he fell to the ground. Song Qingshu groped in his arms, took out a milky white porcelain bottle, and said with a smile: "Rong Son, the antidote is here!"
Huang Rong ran over in a hurry, grabbed the porcelain bottle, and her voice trembled with excitement, "Brother Jing is saved." After speaking, she wanted to turn around and leave, but she soon realized Madam Tang's existence.
Song Qingshu said to her apologetically: "Mrs. Tang, the life of Hero Guo is at stake. I'm afraid Mr. Song will go with Mrs. Guo."
Mrs. Tang was displeased, but she didn't show it. Instead, she smiled and said, "This concubine is not the kind of person who doesn't know the general situation. You can go at ease, my son. The mess here will be left to my concubine." Wan Yanliang glanced at Wan Yanliang who fell on the ground.
"Then thank you Madam," Song Qingshu pointed to Wan Yanliang and said, "Madam don't worry, he won't wake up before dawn."
…
Soon Song Qingshu led Huang Rong to avoid the guards outside, and quietly left Madam Tang's room, seeing that there were no enemies around, Huang Rong said in a strange way: "Do you think Madam Tang is very understanding and great? "
Song Qingshu nodded as a matter of course: "Of course, even though Wan Yanliang is unconscious, she has to spend the night alone with him. This task is not very easy."
"I won't accept her favor," Huang Rong snorted, hesitated for a moment, and she still said, "Do you think she really wants to stay and watch Wanyan Liang? Isn't it a foregone conclusion when we leave, just now?" I took the opportunity to sell you a favor, and I could see her eyes clearly when she heard that you were leaving."
"So what?" Song Qingshu smiled disapprovingly.
"That proves that she didn't mean what she said. The city is very deep, and it might be against you in the future." Seeing his indifferent look, Huang Rong said anxiously.
Song Qingshu suddenly turned his head and stared into her eyes, and he didn't say until she had an unnatural expression: "Rong'er, can I understand that you are jealous?"
"How can I be jealous of you!" Huang Rong snorted, "No matter how you say it, we have met once. I'm afraid that you will be bitten by this beautiful snake one day if you are obsessed with sex."
Song Qingshu smiled: "I know what you mean, Mrs. Tang's face is different, and she has a kind and harmless appearance in front of men, but when the man doesn't know, she will show a very different side , In fact, in my hometown, there are many such women, and they have a unified name, green tea whore."
"Green tea bitch?" Huang Rong said the word silently in her heart, "Although I haven't heard it before, I have to admit that these three words are very appropriate."
"Of course, those people in my hometown can be said to be prostitutes." Song Qingshu laughed, "But then again, what's the matter with green tea whores, anyway, men like green tea whores."
Huang Rong was startled: "Why?"
"Because green tea whores are very beautiful, most men only need her beauty, but not her heart," Song Qingshu replied with a serious face, "not to mention that green tea whores are always a flower of kindness in front of men. Men will enjoy that feeling very much for the desirable Xie Yuhua, but who is interested in caring about her face after death? As the saying goes, I don’t care about the flood after I die.”
Huang Rong couldn't help but spit: "Bah! Men are indeed not good things."
Song Qingshu suddenly looked serious: "Rong'er, most men won't like you talking about people behind their backs like this."
Huang Rong's eyes turned red, her heart was full of grievances, she didn't explain, and snorted coldly: "I don't need you to like me."
Song Qingshu grabbed her arm and hugged her back into his arms: "But I've never been one of the most men, but I think your jealous look is very cute."
Huang Rong suddenly became anxious: "I said no!"
"Okay, that's right." Song Qingshu smiled quietly, "Let's take the antidote first."