"Hey, sister, don't go." Seeing Zhao Min's figure move, Mrs. Tang quickly grabbed her hand. Although she had misunderstood that Zhao Min was a man, after the quarrel between Yang Miaozhen and Ren Yingying, even a blind person could see that Zhao Min was a woman disguised as a man. Moreover, her relationship with Song Qingshu was not ordinary. She was about to say something when her expression suddenly changed. "Huh? Sister, how do you take care of yourself? Your skin is so tender and smooth. I'm so envious. "
Her hand was constantly touched by Mrs. Tang, and Zhao Min felt disgusted. She quickly withdrew her hand and asked angrily, "What?"
In Mrs. Tang's eyes, Zhao Min was now like a jealous little girl. She smiled slightly and did not get angry. Instead, she said softly, "If sister doesn't mind, you can serve Prince Song with me."
Hearing her words, Song Qingshu almost couldn't breathe and coughed violently. Mrs. Tang quickly patted his back and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Shameless, too shameless." Zhao Min cursed in her heart. She couldn't sit there, nor could she leave. Her face alternated between green and red. This vixen thought that she and Song Qingshu were a pair of lovers. She actually made such a shocking request.
Even if I really am Song Qingshu's woman, how can I be willing to share my man with other women! Zhao Min cursed in her heart.
"No need. Madam alone is enough." Zhao Min stood up and said coldly. She turned around and was about to lift the curtain to leave.
"But I'm afraid I can't handle it alone," Mrs. Tang said in a sweet voice.
"I'm not Song Qingshu. Why are you using such a coquettish voice to show off to me?" Zhao Min cursed in her heart. She hesitantly looked at Song Qingshu's body and sneered. "He's not very strong. What's more, he's injured. It's unknown whether he can handle Madam."
"What is little sister talking about?" Mrs. Tang looked confused. "I want to bandage Prince Song's wound, but I've never done it before. I'm worried that I might hurt Prince Song, so I want my sister to help."
Zhao Min was stunned, and then her pretty face turned red. Seeing Song Qingshu looking at her with a faint smile, she couldn't help but stomp her feet. "This bastard, he must have been watching me make a fool of myself."
Although Zhao Min was angry, she was very clear in her heart. In the territory of the Jin Kingdom, Song Qingshu's identity was sensitive, and so was Meng Qi. Song Qingshu still had this vixen to protect him, but now that he was seriously injured, there was no other way but to rely on Song Qingshu to protect him. With a cold snort, he sat back down.
"Little Sister, help Prince Song take off his clothes. I'll prepare some medicine."
Mrs. Tang opened the medicine and smelled it as she spoke. She didn't mind helping Song Qingshu take off his clothes, but she thought that Zhao Min was Song Qingshu's woman. She thought that as an outsider, helping her man take off his clothes might offend her and cause unnecessary trouble.
Zhao Min was stunned. She had never looked at a man in the eye, let alone helped a man take off his clothes. Feeling shy and anxious, she saw Song Qingshu looking at her with embarrassment.
"Thank you, Your Grace."
Song Qingshu's faint voice came into her ears. Seeing his lips move slightly, Zhao Min knew that it was Song Qingshu who sent the Secret Voice-sending to her. Looking at the blood on Song Qingshu's chest, she hesitated for a while and finally reached out her trembling hand. Seeing that Zhao Min's hand was like white jade, crystal clear, Mrs. Tang praised in her heart, "What a beautiful pair of hands."
When Zhao Min's slender fingers touched the skin of Song Qingshu's neck, she felt as if she had been electrocuted, and the heat that came back made her heart tremble.
"Why are your hands so cold? Is it because of your injury?" Song Qingshu frowned and looked at her with concern, worried that her injury would cause a lack of Qi and blood.
"No." Zhao Min could not help but be stunned when she saw that Song QingShu's chest was still bleeding, but the first thing he cared about was her injury. Her surging emotions finally calmed down, and her hands became steady as she took off Song QingShu's blood-stained outer clothes layer by layer.
She quickly turned her head to look at Mrs. Tang. "Is the medicine ready?" Mrs. Tang asked.
"The Golden Sore Medicine is an excellent top-grade medicine, but …" Mrs. Tang hesitated.
"But what?" Zhao Min was shocked.
"But the bandages they handed over have a sweaty smell. These soldiers must have kept them close to their bodies for a long time." Mrs. Tang smelled the bandages in her hand, and with a look of disgust, she threw them out of the window.
"Hey, you threw the bandages away. How are you going to bandage him?" Zhao Min was anxious and quickly stuck her head out of the window, but it was already dark, and there was no trace of the bandages.
"What do we do now?" Back in the carriage, Zhao Min looked coldly at Mrs. Tang.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Tang was not in a hurry. Instead, she said to Song Qingshu in a soft voice, "Young Master, lie down first. I will help you apply the medicine."
Seeing Mrs. Tang close her legs and slightly tilt in his direction, he knew that she meant for him to lie down. Song QingShu smiled faintly. He had always been someone who went with the flow, so he did not refuse and very naturally lay down.
"Is it hurting Young Master?" Mrs. Tang's face was slightly red, and she asked softly as she applied the medicine for Song Qingshu.
"Of course not, Mrs. Tang's thighs are very soft." Song Qingshu adjusted his position to a more comfortable one.
“。” Zhao Min turned her head away. Out of sight, out of mind. After a while, she couldn't help but turn back and point at Song Qingshu's still bleeding wound and said, "You can't just apply medicine like this. You have to tie it with bandages to stop the bleeding."
Mrs. Tang was a lady, so it was normal that she didn't know this. As a man of Jianghu, how could Song Qingshu not know this? Seeing him lying on Mrs. Tang's lap with a face of enjoyment, even ignoring his own injury, Zhao Min couldn't help but feel angry.
"Ah?" Mrs. Tang exclaimed and said apologetically, "It's all my fault. I was impulsive and threw away all the bandages."
"It doesn't matter." Song Qingshu said with a smile. He thought that he had taken enough advantage of her, and it was time to stop the bleeding. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth it if he was seriously injured.
"I have an idea." Mrs. Tang's eyes suddenly lit up, and she began to take off her dress.
Song Qingshu frowned. Although he didn't mind taking advantage of her, this Mrs. Tang was too much. Zhao Min was also dumbfounded. This woman was too exaggerated.
Mrs. Tang smiled sweetly. Her dress was half undone, and a pair of round and tight thighs were faintly discernible. Zhao Min was stunned. She found that the other party suddenly pulled out a shining dagger from the inside of her thigh. Her expression changed dramatically.
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