Wanyan Liang's heart was filled with humiliation and resentment, but he had no other choice. In the past, he was so proud and arrogant that he felt that there were very few heroes in the world who could compare to him. But now, he sadly discovered that he was just a pitiful person who was willing to sell his wife in order to live.
"It's done!" Wanyan Liang held the knife across the necks of the two women and wrote quickly with the other hand. When he finished writing the contract, he looked as if he had aged twenty years in the blink of an eye.
Song Qing stretched out his hand and the letter in midair seemed to be pulled by an invisible force into his hand. He glanced over the contents and couldn't help but laugh, "Your Highness is indeed talented in both literature and martial arts. In ancient times, there was Cao Zijian who wrote a poem in seven steps. Today, there is the Prince of Hai Ling who gave his wife a gift. I believe that in a hundred years, this will become a legend."
Wanyan Liang felt the blood in his body roil and the veins on his head twitch. He felt a sweetness in his throat and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Song Qing's eyes narrowed. He had deliberately humiliated Wanyan Liang, waiting for this opportunity. He flicked his finger and Wanyan Liang felt the back of his hand go numb. He could no longer hold the knife in his hand and it fell to the ground with a clang.
Wanyan Liang was startled. Ignoring the burning pain in his chest, he quickly reached out to grab the two women. Unfortunately, the two women had a strong force and he couldn't grab them. He could only watch helplessly as they flew into Song Qing's arms.
"Your Highness, they are your life-saving talismans. Why didn't you protect them?" Song Qing held Empress Pei Man in one hand and Taj-tish in the other. His voice was filled with ridicule.
Wanyan Liang's face paled. At this point, he could only make one last effort, "You promised to let me go." As he said this, his eyes moved to the paper in Song Qing's hands.
Song Qing smiled, "Of course, Your Highness has already sold your wife to me. How could I not keep my promise? Go."
"Really?" Wanyan Liang looked at him in disbelief. At this moment, he felt a surge of gratitude towards Song Qing.
"Of course it's true." Song Qing shrugged.
Wan Yanliang hurriedly turned around and ran. Unexpectedly, he had only taken a few steps when he heard Song Qing's voice, "Chief Qiu, let him run for half an incense stick's time first, then you go and catch him. If you can't catch him, hehe …"
Qiu Qianren was startled. He knew that Song Qing wanted him to hand over the proof of his loyalty. Cold sweat dripped down his back as he hurriedly replied, "Yes!" At this time, he did not consider the problem of taking the opportunity to escape. He had seen Song Qing's heaven-defying Qinggong. Even if he was known as Iron Palm Floating on Water, even if he ran until his legs broke, he would not be able to catch up with Song Qing.
Wanyan Liang staggered and almost fell. He turned around, shocked and angry, "Song, you're going back on your word!"
Song Qing replied indifferently, "I've already let you go as promised, but if you're captured again, then don't blame me. Instead of complaining here, it's better to run as far as possible. If you delay any longer, the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn will be over. "
Wanyan Liang almost cursed out loud. Not to mention half an incense stick's time, even if he ran for three incense sticks' time first, he would not be able to outrun Qiu Qianren, whose Qinggong and Iron Palm were equally famous. But now that things had come to this, he had no other choice. He looked at Song Qing with hatred in his eyes and ran for his life.
Ouyang Feng could not help but sigh, "The new generation really surpasses the old. Brother Song, I'm afraid this old man's nickname of Western Poison is more suitable for you."
Song Qing faintly smiled, "Brother Ouyang is overpraising me. I have a habit. If others treat me well, I will treat them even better. If others use despicable methods to deal with me, I will be even more despicable and shameless than them."
Ouyang Feng laughed, "Not bad, you're very much to this old man's liking. You're much better than those hypocrites in Jianghu."
Song Qing smiled and suddenly thought of something. He could not help but ask, "Why didn't I see Murong Bo this time?" He was prepared to fight a bitter battle today. If Murong Bo was here, perhaps he would not be able to win over Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren so easily.
Ouyang Feng replied, "Last time in the laundry yard, he was injured by your hands. Not long after returning, he left the Hailing King's Palace. It seems like he wants to find a place to study hard and then come back to take revenge on you."
Song Qing indifferently smiled, "With such a potential enemy urging me, I won't slack off." Murong Bo, this person, he really did not care too much. After all, from what he did in the 《Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils》, this old man's intelligence had a big problem. Even if he was given time and opportunity, he would not be able to cause any big waves.
While the two of them were chatting, Qiu Qianren had already caught Wanyan Liang. Looking at Wanyan Liang's dejected look, Song Qing waved his hand expressionlessly and said, "Find a secret room in the Hall of Benevolence and lock him up."
Objectively speaking, he didn't have much of an enmity with Wan Yanliang. Today's humiliation was enough for him to vent the anger in his heart. The rest would be left to Ge Bi, Wanyan Ping, and Wanyan Zhongjie to torment him. Oh right, there was also Madame Tang.
"I heard that Brother Ouyang's White Camel Mountain has a kind of Corpse Dissolving Powder. Can you lend me some?" In the past, when Song Qing was chatting with Wei Xiaobao, he heard him mention that the Corpse Dissolving Powder seemed to come from the Western Regions' White Camel Mountain. Song Qing could roughly guess that it was something made by Western Poison.
Ouyang Feng revealed a strange expression. He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and handed it to Song Qing. He asked curiously, "You even know this?"
Song Qing smiled and did not reply. He picked up the Corpse Dissolving Powder and dissolved Wanyan Liang's body. Ouyang Feng's eyelids twitched when he saw this. "Why did you …"
"Today, Wanyan Liang wanted to enter the palace to assassinate the Emperor. Fortunately, the Emperor was already aware of it. Wanyan Liang's plot was easily foiled and the Emperor was safe and sound." Song Qing smiled as he looked at Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren. "Brother Ouyang, Chief Qiu, what happened today?"
As soon as Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren met Song Qing's eyes, they felt the hair on their backs stand on end. They had lived for many years and were very experienced. They immediately replied, "Of course it happened. We saw it with our own eyes."
"That's good. The two of you can find an empty house near the Hall of Benevolence to stay." Song Qing paused for a moment before continuing, "I, Song Mou, have a general understanding of your desires. Once I have stabilized the court, I will definitely not mistreat the two of you."
Qiu Qianren hurriedly replied, "Young Master, please do not worry. It does not matter who the Emperor of the Jin Kingdom is. I will definitely not leak this matter to anyone."
This time, he even changed the way he addressed Song Qing. He had no choice but to show his loyalty. All of Wan Yanliang's men were dead. Other than the two women, only he and Ouyang Feng knew what happened tonight. Those two women were so beautiful that no man could bear to kill them. That left only him and Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng and Song Qing were friends so he did not need to worry. But what did he have to rely on?
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