Chapter 804 Staring at each other
"Reporting to the sect leader, neither Miss nor Daoist Song are in the manor. The guards said they saw them leave, probably going to the street."
Inside the spacious hall, Lord Zhao, Wuji, and others sat in chairs, waiting to help Master Han detoxify Liu Niang.
The poison that Liu Niang was poisoned with was so strange and bizarre that it didn't even have a proper name, but Master Han had seen other people poisoned in the same way and knew how to cure it.
But the poison is difficult to cure; it needs to be expelled by the yang energy of a man. One person's yang energy is not enough; several people's yang energy are required.
But at this critical juncture, the poisoned Durian Girl was nowhere to be found.
Master Han seemed to be deep in thought, then suddenly thought of something.
"Where does your young lady often go?"
"This..." The subordinate glanced at Wen Ding, seemingly having something difficult to say, "We often go to restaurants for drinks."
Wen Ding gritted his teeth and said, "Please wait a moment, Daoist. I will send someone to fetch them back."
Lord Zhao, who was standing to the side, stood up and said, "Since they went out together, they are probably strolling around the streets. I can find her."
"Master Han, why don't we go out and take a look around the streets?" Lord Zhao glanced at the clear blue sky outside. "We haven't even gone out yet, but this place looks more prosperous than I imagined."
“Very well.” Master Han did not refuse. “I heard that someone on the street is making snake wine. I’ll kill him.”
"..." Lord Zhao sighed, "Don't do anything reckless. It's only natural for mortals to kill."
Thankfully, Master Han isn't a chicken essence, otherwise all of them who eat chicken would be doomed.
Taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, Wen Ding gave a wink to one of his men, who immediately ran out.
When Wuji learned that they were going to the street, he also dragged Changfeng along and invited Huineng to join them as well.
Lord Zhao led them directly from the high place down to the street.
Wen Ding was too late to stop him and was so anxious that he kept scratching his head.
He silently prayed to himself, "Liu Niang, please don't take the Taoist priest to that kind of place."
By the way, where is Yu'er?
She wasn't with her mother, so where did she go?
Seriously, so many people have suddenly arrived; it's really worrying every day.
Lord Zhao walked at the front, closing his eyes to search for Song Chunxue's direction.
"Let's go find our junior brother first and see where she's gone. She hasn't come back for so long." As he spoke, he pointed to the main street on the right. "She's not far ahead."
...
The erhu's long, mournful notes evoke deep sorrow in listeners, but Song Chunxue simply loves to listen to them.
“One more song,” Song Chunxue poured herself a glass of wine, “not too sad, just something popular.”
"Yes." The man holding the erhu stepped forward and knelt on the soft cushion on the ground, very close to Song Chunxue.
Liu Niang leaned against the soft couch, using wine to suppress the pain in her body.
She came out today purely to relax before continuing her detoxification routine, but Master Han showed her no mercy, pricking her so hard that she shuddered at the thought of that thick, long silver needle.
She sat up, rested her chin on Song Chunxue's shoulder, and naturally wrapped her arms around her waist, exclaiming in admiration, "Your waist is so slim, how do you maintain it? You've had five children and it's still so thin?"
Song Chunxue smiled wryly, "Does going back to work in the fields right after giving birth count?"
Her senior brother, Master Han, and Huo Xiang taught her many body-strengthening techniques, which were very effective. The loose skin on her waist and abdomen gradually became elastic and firm.
"That must be because of your current cultivation. I didn't expect you to be so soft when you hug someone who looks so thin," Liu Niang said, having drunk too much wine in one go, and pressed herself against Song Chunxue. "Daoist Master, it hurts so much. Could you talk to Daoist Master Han and ask him to be gentler with me?"
Song Chunxue wasn't used to being so close to people, so she raised her hand and pushed her away, "Loosen your grip a little, or you should carry them instead, I can't breathe like this."
Durian Girl glanced at the three men on the ground. "Men are all hard as rocks, I'm tired of hugging them. It's much more comfortable to hug you."
Liu Niang leaned against Song Chunxue's back like a rogue, her arms around her, her voice sorrowful.
“I used to have a close sister who was also a female knight-errant. We agreed not to get married and just live together.”
She sniffed. "But less than a year later, she met a very powerful swordsman who ran away with a flick of his finger. We used to sleep together every day, but then we couldn't hug anymore... Please let me hug you."
"..." Song Chunxue wondered if it was because Liu Niang's mother had passed away early that she liked to snuggle in her older sisters' arms when she was little.
Fine, let her hold it.
She grabbed a handful of peanuts and started peeling and eating them. "Don't you have a maid?"
“Maids are different from sisters; they’re always a bit stiff. Besides, my first maid has gotten married.” Liu Niang leaned against her back. “I’m sleepy. I’m going to sleep for a while.”
The mournful erhu music lingered and grieved. As Song Chunxue ate peanuts and drank wine, she thought of many past events.
She didn't notice that a group of people were getting closer and closer in the corridor, heading straight for her.
"Sister, let me pour you some wine."
"Sister, let me serve you the food."
In a short while, they found that the woman brought by Liu Niang was very well-behaved, so they took the initiative to serve her.
"Squeak~"
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
Song Chunxue looked up slightly, saw a familiar face who hadn't yet come to his senses, and greeted him naturally, "Senior Brother."
She had just taken a bite of the peanuts when she suddenly realized her predicament. She froze, staring at the group of heads crammed together at the doorway.
The person at the door stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the scene before them and swallowed hard.
There, Song Chunxue had a beautiful woman leaning against her back, and two handsome young men were sitting in front of her, pouring wine and serving dishes. A young man was also playing the erhu for her, and the tune was "The Resentful Lover".
Lord Zhao, Daoist Han, Changfeng Wuji, and Huineng, who was dragged there by Wuji, were all speechless at the scene before them.
"Why are you so nervous? There's no one else here," Liu Niang said, feeling the stiffness in her arms. She rubbed the woman's waist and abdomen. "Relax, let me hold you for a while."
"..."
"Clang~"
Wuji just bought some green Zen wood beads on the street, and they fell to the ground and rolled a long way.
Song Chunxue stared at the walnut-sized wooden bead, thinking that it was fortunate that the person holding her wasn't a male prostitute, otherwise she would have been completely disgraced today.
Upon closer reflection, she realized it wasn't Lord Xie who was coming, so why was she panicking?
She calmly said, "Since you're here, come in. This is the room where Liu Niang often comes. Wine and dishes will be served soon. Why don't you sit down and have a taste?"
The two male prostitutes realized what was happening and stood up to the side, saying, "Please come in, gentlemen."
Lord Zhao turned to Huineng and asked, "Why don't you go back first?"
Huineng didn't speak, but looked directly at Song Chunxue, who was sitting calmly in the room.
Master Han stepped into the room first. “Master Song certainly knows how to enjoy himself. Surrounded by beauties, he must be having a great time. No wonder we’ve been searching everywhere without success. It turns out he came here to have some fun.”
Now that she had been caught red-handed, Song Chunxue felt relieved.
"I couldn't refuse your kind invitation. Lady Liu asked me to come and broaden my horizons, so I came out of curiosity." Song Chunxue turned her head and shrugged. "Lady Liu, Master Han is here."
"Who?" Liu Niang looked pained, hugging Song Chunxue and whimpering, "His needles are too terrible, let him go... Master Song, please do the needles for me."
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