There are always so many sexes every day

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Pulsatilla naturally didn't believe it, "You kid, don't try to lie to me, if you don't tell the truth, your little life will be lost."

Song Huanhuan: "..." Chi Guoguo's threat!

After Pulsatilla had said so, Song Huanhuan naturally didn't dare to say that he didn't know anything, although he really didn't know anything.

At this time, the door was knocked three times: "Master Bai."

Pulsatilla stood up, and said in a spirited manner: "You just stay here, but you have to think about it for me, and you can tell the truth when you wait for the next time." After speaking, he turned and left.

After waiting for there to be no movement outside, Song Huanhuan lost strength and leaned against the wall, his back already drenched in cold sweat.

This is the first time that Song Huanhuan has noticed such obvious malice from others, and it is also the first time that he has deeply realized that he has no ability to resist in this world of martial arts.

Song Huanhuan knew that Murong Ang would definitely come back to save him, but he couldn't just wait for others to rescue him, he was a man and needed to save himself.

It seems that we still have to count on Mr. Jin.

Just when Song Huanhuan was racking his brains to recall what was in "Sunflower Treasure" besides embroidery needles, Murong Ang's side was in a mess.

As soon as he heard the news that Song Huanhuan had been kidnapped by the Pulsatilla Weng, Murong Ang didn't fly into a rage, but had a gloomy face, and the aura around him was so frightening that Qingzhu and the little assassin didn't even dare to move forward, even though they wouldn't have both under normal circumstances. Move forward.

The more Murong Ang is like this, the more angry he is.

Su Zhaoyou said: "I have already contacted Yuqing, and the Su family will send someone to look for it."

Murong Ang nodded: "Thank you."

Su Zhaoyou's face remained calm: "I'm just fulfilling the agreement."

The two exchanged a few words back and forth between the two of them, and the few people listening beside them were confused and had no idea what the two of them were talking about.

Jin Huan looked worried: "Brother Ming Huan doesn't know martial arts, and he doesn't have anything close to him, what if he gets bullied..."

Qingzhu blinked, and said weakly: "I stuffed a few packets of poison in the young master's purse, but I don't know if the young master found it..." Those packets of poison were made by himself, and the young master praised him for a while~

The little assassin 囧囧 was intrigued: "Why did you put the poison in your purse?"

Qingzhu pointed at her finger: "There is no place to put it... Besides, we all follow the young master when he goes out. His purse is always empty and there is no need to put money. It is not for nothing..."

Little Assassin: "..."

Three people here have a small meeting, and a few people over there have a big meeting.

Chong Qi said: "What is this pulsatilla thinking? What's the use of him taking Ming Huan back? Could it be to threaten us?"

Mr. Mu shook his head: "Ming Huan has almost never shown his face in front of people, and no one except us knows his relationship with the leader. There may be other reasons for the Pulsatilla to take Ming Huan captive."

"Why?" Zhong Qi was completely confused, Ming Huan didn't understand anything, why should he be arrested?Do you eat stew if you gain weight?

Several people fell silent, the elite of this group of elites really couldn't understand the intention of Pulsatilla's move.

After a while, Murong Ang said, "Did Ming Huan say anything strange recently?"

Mr. Mu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly remembered what Song Huanhuan said when he guessed their identities. It was also because of this that he noticed that the usually inconspicuous guy knew so much—although he was deceived.

Mr. Mu called Huang Ying, who was guarding the door, in, and asked, "What did Ming Huan say to you recently, and repeat it verbatim." Something might have happened in the meantime.

Huang Ying thought for a while, and then told all the things during this period. If Song Huanhuan was present, she would definitely exclaim - Ma Ma, come and see, it's a live repeater~

When Huang Ying talked about the "Sunflower Book" that Song Huanhuan mentioned, Chong Qi interrupted her with black lines all over her head: "You mean, Ming Huan mentioned this secret book?" Re-read the word "secret book".

Huang Ying nodded: "Yes."

Mr. Mu asked: "What's wrong with this book?"

Chong Qi stroked his chin and said: "If you want to practice this skill, you must first come out of the palace."

Several people are smart people, and they understood the meaning as soon as they heard this.

Zhong Qi continued: "If Pulsatilla really came here for this secret book, then Ming Huan's life is not in danger now." Seeing that Murong Ang was still looking gloomy, he said, "Don't be so anxious, Ming Huan may He doesn’t have any skills, but his mind is quite clever. Since Pulsatilla wants the cheats, he will be able to last until we find him, so you must not mess up now, and the official affairs are still waiting for you to solve.”

Murong Ang nodded: "I know." After finishing speaking, he got up and went out.

The Yao Wang who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "Is there really such a sunflower cheat?"

Zhong Qi smiled slyly: "Who knows?"

But at this time, Song Huanhuan, who was locked in the dungeon, suddenly remembered a very serious problem. In a few days, he was going to be poisoned, and he hadn't taken the antidote for this month...

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Speaking of this poison, since Song Huanhuan is already Murong Ang's person [being kicked into the air—], then naturally he can be completely cured of the poison.

It's just that the antidote is not easy to get, and they have been wandering outside all the time, so this matter has been delayed again and again, anyway, there will always be a sugar pill [fog] to eat every month, Song Huanhuan didn't care.

But the situation is not so good now, Song Huanhuan has never carried antidote with him since he was with Murong Ang, and the timing of being captured this time is precisely this time, if Murong Ang did not find him in time...

Song Huanhuan shivered, not daring to think about it any further.

Suddenly, Song Huanhuan, who was a little irritable, ran to the door in two or three steps, raised his foot and kicked: "Mother Xipi, hurry up and open the door for the young master! Open the door—"

The door is a wooden door with no cracks at all. It looks weak, but Song Huanhuan's feet hurt from kicking for a long time, and the door is not broken at all.

Song Huanhuan sat down on the ground a little discouraged, wrapped her hands around her knees, and buried her face in her arms.

"What's your name?" A man with two mustaches pushed the door and came in, his small eyes flickered, and he was not a good person at first glance.

Song Huanhuan raised his head, narrowed his eyes and said, "I want to see Pulsatilla, let him come over."

Mustache stared: "Master Bai is also something that you, a prisoner, can see casually?"

Song Huanhuan sneered: "What are you? How dare you talk to me like that? Although I am a prisoner, if you want to hear what you want to know from the mouth of the young master, then you should serve me well, you know?"

Mustache was irritated by Song Huanhuan's arrogant attitude, and he took a long time to swallow his breath, and said angrily, "Okay, just wait, I'll go find Master Bai right now."

Song Huanhuan stood up, lazily patted the dirt on her buttocks, and said: "Then hurry up, if you are slow, I might not want to talk about it, young master."

Mustache snorted heavily, turned his head and walked away.

Seeing the door being closed again, Song Huanhuan clenched his fists and showed a sly smile. He can't sit still and wait for the Pulsatilla to come to him. He wants to take the initiative. Don't you want to know the content of the cheat book?Then let's take care of the young master first, then let's talk...

Song Huanhuan understood that as long as he didn't step on Pulsatilla's bottom line, he could get out from here. As long as he got out, there would be more possibilities in the future.

Pulsatilla arrived soon, and the first thing he said when he saw Song Huanhuan was, "What's the matter? Have you figured it out?"

Song Huanhuan smiled and said, "I figured it out, but tsk tsk tsk..." As he spoke, he scanned the surroundings and said, "The environment here is too bad. There's no bed or food, sir. I feel uncomfortable, and my brain turns slowly..."

Pulsatilla's face darkened: "Are you threatening me?"

Song Huanhuan looked terrified: "Master Bai, don't say that, I just want to seek some benefits for myself at the right time, it's not a threat, right?"

Pulsatilla remained silent, his expression still unkind.

Song Huanhuan was not in a hurry, and still said slowly: "Master Bai, I assure you that there is no one else in this world who knows the contents of the secret book except me."

Pulsatilla squinted, a hint of sternness flashed in his cloudy eyes, and said, "Okay, I agree to your terms."

Song Huanhuan raised the corners of her mouth and was about to laugh when she felt a pain in her neck and lost consciousness instantly.

The small courtyard where Murong Ang and his party lived was covered with dark clouds, and the entire small courtyard exuded a gloomy smell.

Su Zhaoyou said to Murong Ang who was also expressionless, "Yuqing brought the news. I searched Qiufeng Villa and the nearby mountains, but found nothing. I think they should be in Qingyun City now."

Murong Ang nodded: "Thank you."

Su Zhaoyou said: "I will let Yuqing continue to search, you... rest for a while."

Murong Ang didn't respond.

Su Zhaoyou didn't say any more, turned around and left the room.

Murong Ang played with the wrench in his hand, his slightly squinted eyes were vague.

Song Huanhuan woke up from hunger.

Rubbing his neck and getting up from the bed, Song Huanhuan couldn't help scolding his mother. Did he put a sticker on his neck "Welcome to fight"?Why do you always attack his neck!You bastard bastard, let me see if I don't beat you to death if I fall into my hands from now on!

"Come on, is there anyone?"

As soon as Song Huanhuan finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and a woman in her 20s walked in with blank eyes and said, "What's your order?"

Song Huanhuan rubbed her belly: "I'm hungry, I want to eat meat."

"Yes." The man agreed, and wanted to go out.

Song Huanhuan stopped her: "I haven't finished talking yet."

"Do you have any other orders?"

Song Huanhuan said with a look of disgust: "Bring me some hot water, the young master needs to take a bath, he stinks to death after staying in the dungeon for so long."

The woman nodded in a daze and went out.

Song Huanhuan rubbed her chin, is this woman really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?

Hot water was delivered quickly, and it was accompanied by a large wooden bucket.

It was that annoying mustache who brought the water in, Song Huanhuan glanced at him arrogantly, and snorted: "Put down the things and get out quickly, it's an eyesore here."

The mustache's face turned pale with anger, and he asked someone to put down the barrel, and turned around to spit.

Waiting for everyone to go out, Song Huanhuan hastily closed the doors and windows, and pressed against the door to listen, but he didn't hear anything, so he went to take a bath in relief.

Song Huanhuan let out a sigh of satisfaction when her whole body was soaked in the hot water, that dungeon was really torture~

Incense was lit in the room, and Song Huanhuan swiped the water to wipe her body leisurely, then sighed suddenly, if only she were at home, after washing for nothing, maybe she could have sex...

goodong...

Song Huanhuan paused, he seemed to hear the sound of someone swallowing saliva just now.

The surrounding doors and windows were all tightly closed. Song Huanhuan looked up at the roof, and there were no tiles lifted from it. Could it be that he was hallucinating just now?

Song Huanhuan shook her head and continued with the unfinished work.

After taking a shower and cleaning her body, Song Huanhuan put on the clothes that were delivered with the bathtub earlier. The material was very ordinary, but it was still comfortable to wear.

He probably couldn't get his own clothes back after throwing them out, so Song Huanhuan lay down on the bed and began to pick out the things in the clothes.

A few copper plates, a small doll, and a pouch. The pouch was bulging. Song Huanhuan thought it was stuffed with silver, but when she opened it, she was disappointed: "Who stuffed it in a mess... No..." Holding the small bag inside After carefully looking at the paper package, Song Huanhuan's eyes lit up, isn't this the poison made by that little fellow Qingzhu?When was it stuffed in?

Song Huanhuan happily put away the things. With this thing, even though she can't escape, at least she won't be bullied!

Song Huanhuan made up her mind, when she gets back, she must hug Qingzhu and kiss her hard!

After cleaning everything up, Song Huanhuan opened the door. Some people were waiting outside at some point, and when she saw him come out, she went in to clean up the bathtub.

The mustache walking at the end stared lewdly at Song Huanhuan, and swept it several times from head to toe. Song Huanhuan broke out in a cold sweat, and the bath was wasted.

Until the woman brought the food, Song Huanhuan was still thinking about the meaning of the mustache's eyes... It couldn't be what he thought, could it?

Song Huanhuan suddenly tightened her chrysanthemum, feeling a sense of crisis.

Song Huanhuan was made uncomfortable by that look, and felt uneasy when he went to bed at night, and finally went to bed without taking off his clothes. It is useful, and it will be miserable if Pulsatilla and the others find it.

After turning off the lights, Song Huanhuan remained vigilant, but nothing happened after waiting most of the night.

Song Huanhuan yawned. Did he think too much?

Just when Song Huanhuan was about to fall asleep in a daze, the door rang with a "click".

Song Huanhuan woke up in an instant, trying to control her breathing so as not to reveal that she hadn't slept yet, only to hear footsteps getting closer...

coming--

Song Huanhuan turned over and started smashing the porcelain pillow.

"Aw—" the person let out a scream.

Song Huanhuan kept moving, and threw the quilt over when the porcelain pillow was broken. In the darkness, it seemed to cover the man. Song Huanhuan rushed over and punched and kicked: "I told you to attack the young master, and I will kill you, kill you—"

Song Huanhuan was fighting vigorously, when he was suddenly overthrown, and the gloomy voice of the mustache rang in his ears: "I'm a bitch, how dare you hit me? I just fucked you today, let's see what you have to do." Son!"

Song Huanhuan's hands were restrained, and her eyes widened in panic.

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Song Huanhuan's whole body was suppressed, and the medicine powder in his hand had fallen to nowhere just now, and a black shadow in front of him was suppressed.

stinky!

Song Huanhuan gritted his teeth and held his breath, he was the one, he didn't believe that he couldn't earn a wretched mustache!

"boom--"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback by the sound, only to hear the mustache groan, and his arms limp and fell on him.

Candles were lit and the room lit up.

Song Huanhuan hurriedly pushed the mustache away and got up, only then could he see clearly who saved his life by the candlelight.

It was the woman who took care of him today.

Song Huanhuan coughed twice, and said, "Thank you for saving my life, miss." Although this person is an enemy, every yard counts, and Song Huanhuan is grateful to her.

The woman was still expressionless: "Young Master is resting, I will take him away."

Song Huanhuan nodded, but when she raised her eyes, she saw that the medicine powder was being pressed by the mustache, so she hurried forward to help her to put away the medicine powder.

Song Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat off his face and said, "Girl, this person is too heavy, you should ask someone to help you..."

The woman put her mustache on her shoulders with a coffin face, and nodded to Song Huanhuan: "Young master, wait a moment, I will clean up after I send people out."

Song Huanhuan frowned. In this day and age, even a woman is better than him, so let him live?

From Huang Ying to Su Yuqing, and then to the man just now, Song Huanhuan suddenly discovered something that challenged his dignity as a man—why is it always the girl who saves Mao's life at a critical moment? !

The man came back soon, and started cleaning silently. Song Huanhuan sniffed. Although the smell was very weak, he still smelled a trace of blood.

Song Huanhuan turned pale, and that mustache might lose his life.

Sitting on the edge of the bed tremblingly watching her tidy up, Song Huanhuan told himself that he must be sure, a woman who knows martial arts is nothing special!

After finishing tidying up, the woman brought a new quilt, looked at Song Huanhuan and said, "Young Master, please rest, what happened today was my negligence, and this kind of thing will not happen again in the future."

Song Huanhuan nodded: "Thank you... I haven't asked yet, what's the girl's name?"

"Flower four."

"Hua... girl..." Song Huanhuan was embarrassed again, this title...

Hua Si said: "Master, you can just call Hua Si directly."

Song Huanhuan shook her head: "That's not okay. I'll see how old you are, so I'll call you Fourth Sister Hua from now on..." Originally I wanted to call you Big Sister Hua, but this title was still embarrassing.

Hua Si nodded indifferently: "My lord, it's time to rest." After saying that, he closed the door and went out.

Song Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, the night was finally over, and he didn't know how long it would take to escape, it would be easier now that he had a good relationship with Hua Si.

Song Huanhuan leaned against the bed and looked at the candlestick not far away in a daze. After a while, he began to nod like a chicken pecking rice. When the candle was half burned, Song Huanhuan fell asleep completely with the quilt between his legs.

Hua Si came in and extinguished the candles until there was no movement in the room.

Because of the commotion last night, the sun was already high when Song Huanhuan got up the next day, and it took him four dozen hot water to bring breakfast.

Song Huanhuan grumbled for breakfast, thinking that the Pulsatilla knew how to serve him well.

However, Song Huanhuan also knew that now that she was being served, she would have to tell the truth later... The kidnapped people are so miserable!

Song Huanhuan was right, when he finished his breakfast, the pulsatilla would come.

Song Huanhuan drank tea lazily, but didn't get up when she saw the Pulsatilla came in, she just nodded: "Here we come, sit down."

Pulsatilla's expression was wonderful, but in the end he sat down opposite Song Huanhuan without saying anything.

Hua Si poured tea again, then exited the room under the signal of Pulsatilla, and closed the door.

Before Pulsatilla could speak, Song Huanhuan said, "I can tell you the contents of the secret book, but I have one condition. As long as you agree, I will tell you everything."

Pulsatilla narrowed his eyes: "Say."

"After you know the contents of the secret book, you must not kill me, and you must not poison me."

Pulsatilla frowned.

Song Huanhuan sneered and said, "I've seen people like you a lot. When I see the cheat book, I want to keep it for myself. Others will be silenced if they find out. I know this cheat book is also an accident, but I don't want to die because of it."

Pulsatilla disdainfully said: "Hmph, you do understand."

Song Huanhuan knew that he had to be strong, otherwise he would be cornered. After thinking for a while, he said, "You have practiced this kind of kung fu, and you also know that it is not easy to practice. To put it bluntly, this is a kind of harmful kung fu. , you think I'm right?"

Pulsatilla nodded: "Continue."

Song Huanhuan said while pouring tea: "Although I'm not a good person, I don't want to spread this stuff to harm others, so I'll forget about it after I tell you, and you don't have to worry about someone else practicing this, after all, not everyone knows how to do it." For the sake of martial arts... so what..."

Pulsatilla's face darkened.

Song Huanhuan coughed a few times, held up the teacup to hide the smirk, "What do you think?"

Pulsatilla bowed his head and pondered for a while, then nodded: "I promise you, but as long as there is any rumor in the rivers and lakes, I will take your life."

Song Huanhuan agreed straight away: "Okay, I will let you kill me when the time comes." If you still have life at that time.

The two had their own ideas and reached an agreement for the time being.

Pulsatilla eagerly asked about the contents of the secret book, Song Huanhuan took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Before that, I wanted to tell you a story."

Pulsatilla lowered his face: "What story are you talking about? Do you want to go back on your word?"

Song Huanhuan said innocently: "I'm here now, how dare I go back on my word? It's just that my story is about the only person who has mastered this secret manual. Are you sure you don't want to listen?"

Pulsatilla paused, and finally nodded reluctantly: "Go ahead."

Song Huanhuan snickered, under normal circumstances, he would definitely not be able to make Pulsatilla so obedient, but now Pulsatilla is only anxious to save his life with cheats, so he has to lead him away.

Before Pulsatilla noticed, Song Huanhuan cleared her throat and said, "Once upon a time there was a man named Dongfang Bubai. In order to learn more advanced martial arts, he searched everywhere, and finally found this book called "Sunflower Treasure Book". The secret book, on the first page of this secret book, there are sixteen characters written - to practice magical skills, swing a knife from the palace; make alchemy and take medicine, both internal and external."

Hearing this, Pulsatilla had a serious face, lowered his eyelids halfway, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Huanhuan calculated in his heart that if this story continues, it will take another day or two, and a day or two is enough for him to think of something messy to make up the number, although he doesn't know if it will work or not.

Pulsatilla said: "Go on."

Song Huan laughed and said, "I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake and dried plums. By the way, I'd like a pot of tea."

Pulsatilla stared, Song Huanhuan said: "I'm hungry, you know, people who work are especially prone to hunger."

Pulsatilla snorted coldly, and raised his voice to tell Hua Si, who was waiting at the door, to go to the kitchen to get food.

Song Huanhuan nodded in satisfaction, and said: "That's right, and I'm doing it for your own good. Those around you know kung fu, and they will listen to what I'm talking about. If you accidentally spread the news in the future , whose fault is this?"

Pulsatilla sneered: "Don't worry, they are all loyal and won't say anything."

Song Huanhuan's heart trembled. Although Pulsatilla's words were nice, they didn't match his expression at all. I'm afraid these words were meant to be heard by the people around him, and in the end, these people might not be able to survive.

Song Huanhuan gritted her teeth, forget it, it has nothing to do with him anyway, let's save his own life first.

Hua Si quickly came over with snacks, Song Huan smiled and expressed his thanks, and then said while eating: "After Dongfang Bubai got the cheat book, he made up his mind and thought about it for a long time. Do it yourself, and then practice this cheat..."

Song Huanhuan spoke in a displeased way, and even explained the details one by one in order to delay the time, and then laughed inwardly at the Pulsatilla's way of anxiously wanting not to listen but unable to interrupt.

Speaking of Dongfang Bubai's sudden change of temperament, Song Huanhuan stopped, looked at the unfriendly Pulsatilla and said, "Do you think I'm talking nonsense to delay time?"

Pulsatilla raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not," Song Huanhuan said seriously, "Think about it, many people in the world have obtained such a cheat book, but he is the only one who has mastered it. Doesn't this explain a lot of things?"

Hearing this, Pulsatilla nodded thoughtfully: "There is some truth to it."

Song Huanhuan said: "I don't understand martial arts, and I don't understand this secret book either. If you ask me if you don't understand something when I talk about it, I can't explain it. Now I can tell you about the undefeated Dongfang. a reference."

Pulsatilla narrowed his eyes: "What are your plans?"

Song Huanhuan said innocently: "What can I have planned? I'm a prisoner now, as long as you can ensure that I live well, then it doesn't matter if I say more."

Pulsatilla was about to say something, but Hua Si's voice came from outside the door: "My lord."

Pulsatilla snorted: "Let's go here first today, and continue tomorrow." After speaking, he shook his sleeves and left.

After the people left, Song Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, and got away with it again, but he had to think about what to say tomorrow. Although storytelling is fun, you must be organized!

When Song Huanhuan was busy delaying time to tell the story, Murong Ang and the others finally found a clue.

The people sent by the Su family to find someone found a dead body in the mountains, and it happened that some of them had seen this person beside the Pulsatilla.

This corpse is naturally the mustache who lost his life in lust.

When the news came, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After working so hard for so long, it finally paid off.

Draw a portrait according to the appearance of the corpse, and then send someone to take the portrait and go out to search secretly. Although the hope is slim, it is better than no news.

Murong Ang held in his hand the seal that Song Huanhuan carved on a whim when he was on the mountain, and said in a low voice: "I will definitely rescue you back, wait for me."

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Song Huanhuan survived for three days by telling stories, and he was very pleased to see that the pulsatilla seemed to be completely lifeless. ..

On the fourth day, Song Huanhuan saw that he couldn't drag it any longer, so he planned to come to the end and start making up nonsense, of course, it was nonsense with technical content.

It's just that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Song Huanhuan got up when it was almost noon, and just took a bite of the rice before falling into the rice bowl and passing out.

Before fainting, Song Huanhuan thought with a sigh that she was finally not knocked out by someone...

Seeing that Song Huanhuan was unconscious, Hua Si, who was waiting by the side, took the cloth bag and put the person in with a blank expression, then threw it on his shoulder, and carried him out the door.

There were a few servants standing outside, and when they saw Huasi come out, they said: "Things have changed, my lord has already left first, and told me to wait by your side and listen to your orders, and I will go to Hualou to find you in three days." , reaching out to take over Song Huanhuan who was being carried on his shoulders.

Hua Si frowned, avoided the man's hand, and said calmly: "Let's go."

That person didn't mind, he winked at the people behind him, and the group quickly evacuated.

Not long after they left, a group of people kicked open the door and came in.

Murong Ang looked at the empty yard, clenched his fists and his face was gloomy.

The people who came with them searched the yard, but naturally they found nothing. Just when they were all downcast, Qing Zhu, who insisted on following, suddenly rushed out of a room, stammering: "Yes, there are clues..."

As soon as the words fell, Qingzhu felt a blur in front of his eyes, Murong Ang's angry face appeared in front of his eyes, Qingzhu was dumbfounded, and only heard him say in a cold voice: "Say."

Qingzhu swallowed her saliva, and said: "I found the words left by the young master on the stool leg in that room..."

Hearing this, Murong Ang stepped into that room.

Mr. Mu and the others also went in, leaving only Chongqi, who took Qingzhu's hand and walked in slowly.

Only two words were left on the stool leg: Huasi.

Zhong Qi glanced at it, and then asked curiously: "How did you find out? That place is well hidden..."

Qingzhu scratched the back of her head and said: "The poison powder I gave to the young master is still stained on it, I found it when I entered this room."

Zhong Qi sniffed: "Why didn't I smell anything?"

Qing Zhu said to her finger: "When I was refining the medicine, I added some random things into it, and only I could smell it."

Zhong Qi was taken aback, then patted Qing Zhu on the shoulder and praised: "Not bad, you are more talented than me. He will thank you very much when Ming Huan comes back."

Qingzhu pursed her lips in embarrassment.

"However, are you sure that is Ming Huan's writing?" I was afraid that the poison on Song Huanhuan's body would be discovered, so I cast doubts on it.

Qingzhu nodded affirmatively: "Except for the young master, no one can write such ugly characters."

Everyone: "..."

Murong Ang said: "It's Liu Niang of Huamen."

Except for Chong Qi who just came back from wearing it, and Qing Zhu who was totally ignorant of Jianghu affairs, everyone else understood the meaning of Murong Ang's words.

Mr. Mu said: "I didn't expect them to be related to the imperial court."

Murong Ang turned around and said, "Or, they are from the imperial court?"

Everyone's expressions were stunned, and now they have no idea how many people the imperial court has placed in the rivers and lakes.

"Go back first."

Song Huanhuan woke up faintly, looking at the gauze curtain above her head with a frightening expression...fuck the wool!Song Huanhuan sat up with a ferocious expression, and the villain in her heart put her hands on her hips and cursed, if you don't confuse him, you will die, you bastards!

"Squeak-"

Song Huanhuan looked at the voice with dead fish eyes, it was Hua Si, no, not Hua Si, although he had the same face, but this person was younger than Hua Si, and the most important point was that Hua Si had never had any facial expressions on his face. expression, but this person has a smile on his face.

Song Huanhuan looked at the visitor vigilantly: "Who are you?"

The visitor covered his mouth and smiled lightly: "You're awake... Nujia Hualiu, the young master can just call Nujia Liuniang~" He said, put down the tray in his hand, twisted his body and walked towards Song Huanhuan.

Song Huanhuan swallowed, pulled the quilt over his chest, and did something that he regretted very much when he thought about it later: "Don't come here, I'll call you if you come here again."

It is estimated that Hualiu was also embarrassed by Song Huanhuan's reaction, and the expression on his face froze, which looked a little ridiculous.

Song Huanhuan was embarrassed when he said that, he is a big man, he is afraid of a woman, even though this woman is stronger than him...

After a while, Hualiu suddenly burst out laughing, and Song Huanhuan's face became even uglier when she laughed.

Hua Liu wiped the tears from laughing and said, "You kid is really funny... Hahaha... Ouch, I laughed so hard..."

Song Huanhuan spat bitterly in her heart, she deserved it for dying of laughter!

Hua Liuxiao's face froze, so she had to stop, rubbed her face and said, "If I knew you were so interesting, I would have asked Fourth Sister to send you here earlier to relieve my boredom..."

Song Huanhuan pursed her lips, snorted and said, "Master only sells his body, not his art, and only sells his body to my men, and the old women stand aside."

Hua Liu's expression turned cold, and he flashed up to Song Huanhuan and pinched his chin, saying in a sinister voice, "What did you just say, huh? Say it again."

Song Huanhuan was completely pinched and couldn't move at all. She scolded thousands of times in her heart, but her mouth showed weakness: "Don't say good things twice..."

Hua Liu squinted his eyes, but finally withdrew his hand, smiled coquettishly in Song Huanhuan's surprised eyes, and said, "Is my family getting old, son, don't you know after enjoying it yourself?" Untie your belt...

Song Huanhuan wasn't surprised anymore, he was terrified: "What are you doing?"

Hua Liu smiled: "Young Master is someone who has never experienced human affairs, so naturally he doesn't know the benefits of women. I will take good care of you now, and Young Master will definitely like you in the future..."

Hearing this, Song Huanhuan froze as if struck by lightning. It's fine that someone coveted his little chrysanthemum before, but now they want his little cucumber?Pulsatilla, what kind of subordinates are these?

Eh, no, something seems to be wrong...

But the situation is so pressing that he can't allow him to think too much, Hualiu's skirt has been undone, revealing a white piece of flesh, Song Huanhuan covers his eyes, mother, he's blinded!

Hua Liu was about to climb onto the bed, but Hua Si who had just entered the door said, "Stop."

"Fourth Sister~" Hualiu was upset.

Hua Si said: "Your Excellency has ordered you to take good care of him and not cause trouble."

Hua Liu snorted, twisted her waist and got dressed, seeing that Hua Si was still looking cold, stomped her feet, and ran out.

Song Huanhuan put down her hands, and said gratefully: "Fourth Sister Hua, although you are not a good person, I still thank you." The chastity who protected me, bah... It seems that there is something wrong...

Flower Four: "..."

The porridge from Hua Liuduan was already cold, but Song Huanhuan ate it without hesitation after feeling his stomach that was about to be flattened by hunger.

After filling her stomach, Song Huanhuan belatedly realized that the place she was staying now looked familiar.

Sniffing, Song Huanhuan asked casually, "Where is this place?"

Song Huanhuan didn't expect much to get an answer at first, but Hua Si actually answered him, "Brothhouse."

Song Huanhuan: "..." He just said that the makeup here is too heavy, and the layout is very similar to Nanfeng Pavilion.

Hua Si packed up his things and went out. Song Huanhuan sighed, shouldn't he be cheering, what a traveler must do - visit a brothel, he finally completed it!

Rubbing her nose, Song Huanhuan lay back on the bed again. They moved this time, probably because Murong Ang had already discovered the previous place. I just hope that they will see the message he left and find him as soon as possible...

Murong Ang, if you don't come again, I will be forced out of the wall!

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