But there is no rush now. He wants to wait until the effect of the medicine takes effect before going there. It will happen naturally and the matter will be settled.
The female commander of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the current Marquis of Wu'an, is going to become his woman.
It’s exciting to think about it.
He knew that his father had given Liang Qingwu a drug called Zhen Nu Li. After taking this drug, even the most chaste woman would become a slut, and of course Liang Qingwu was no exception.
Song Ming suppressed his inner excitement. Although Liang Qingwu was only a few years older than him, her social status was too high. How could he not be excited to have such a woman enjoying himself?
At the same time, he was a little nervous and subconsciously clamped his legs together. He was kicked by Song Chi not long ago. It didn't hurt now, but he didn't know if it had any impact.
It should be fine. I don't feel any pain now.
Wait until I capture Liang Qingwu, then I will come to deal with you, a flash of resentment flashed in Song Ming's eyes.
He drank two more cups of tea, then stood up and said, "My lords, please drink slowly. I've had too much tea."
Song Ming greeted everyone and found an excuse to go to the bathroom.
"Marquis Wu'an has been away from the banquet for quite some time, go and take a look." Song Shiwen gave a special instruction, using a look that only the father and son could understand.
If he were not far away from the capital, he would not dare to drug Liang Qingwu. There is only one chance like this, and he must succeed, not fail!
Song Ming nodded, stood up and left.
The homecoming banquet was held in the Ning'an government office. Behind the banquet hall was the inner hall, where there was a temporary rest room prepared for the gentlemen. It was in this room that Song Shiwen and his son had conspired before.
Liang Qingwu also had one, and Song Ming went straight there knowing where it was.
Song Chi knew what Song Ming was going to do, so he stood up as well.
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