Don't be tempted, sir

Chapter 106 Qiang Kingdom

The Qiang Kingdom quickly resumed its medicine supply, and the Three Kingdoms also attacked bravely. The Liao Kingdom was in chaos for a while! The army supported left and right and dispersed everywhere. The people watched piles of soldiers rushing to the border every day, and then returning injured, and the people were panicked.

Song Xiaoyuan and Awu rode their horses to Tongzhou to pay tribute to Xu Shanran's tombstone. At this moment, the Qiang State had strict inspections for entering the country. They knocked the two of them unconscious on the side of the road, changed their clothes, got their deeds, and entered the country smoothly.

"Awu, wait for me outside the palace gate."

"Sir, I'll go with you!"

"Wait for support, don't get caught by the city soldiers."

Awu had no choice but to agree. It was inconvenient for two people to sneak into the Qiang palace, and it would be better for one person to take care of it outside. So Song Xiaoyuan went into the palace alone late at night.

Most of the Qiang Palace guards had withdrawn, and Song Xiaoyuan noticed something was wrong when he entered! But he was in a hurry, so he had to take it one step at a time. He followed the route he remembered before and came to the Tibetan Medicine Pavilion. The road was clear and no one was guarding or blocking him.

Song Xiaoyuan gently opened the window and went inside. It was late at night and he couldn't see clearly. There was a person hanging on the beam in the distance, but he didn't know who it was.

The man on the beam whimpered. He walked closer and saw clearly in the moonlight that it was the missing shadow guard! Song Xiaoyuan looked around, followed the ropes, found the corresponding pillars and untied them one by one. The shadow guard landed and loosened the cloth covering his mouth, and hurriedly said, "Master, leave quickly!"

Song Xiaoyuan untied the rope and said coldly: "This is a trap, I know it."

"master!"

"The letters you sent are disorganized, but the antidote is real. I must come on this trip. Only if she succeeds in her plot can there be a solution."

"Envoy Song, long time no see!" The Tibetan medicine pavilion was instantly brightly lit, and the saint lady stood on the second floor with a ghostly smile.

Song Xiaoyuan looked up but did not reply. The Saint held the railing on the second floor and spoke leisurely, "Why, after not seeing you for a year, Envoy Song is even less talkative. Just now, continue talking... What conspiracy of mine is there? How can I solve it if there is no solution?"

Song Xiaoyuan and Yu Yingwei untied the rope: "It's been a year since we last met. The Saint has changed. She has become... even more treacherous."

"Oh, what do you mean!" A sword feather shot to Song Xiaoyuan's side.

Song Xiaoyuan turned his head, pulled out the arrow feather and smiled gently: "Borrow the sword of Liao to kill the soldiers of Loulan. If I am not mistaken, the Saint Lady may be able to easily take down Loulan in these few days."

The saint stood on the second floor as if killing prey, aiming her arrow at the wound on Song Xiaoyuan's right shoulder. The arrow shot out, but Song Xiaoyuan blocked it with the arrow he had just pulled out, and shot back at the saint.

The Saint Lady dodged and smiled with satisfaction: "Envoy Song, your analysis... is very accurate! Now I can easily get two things, I am happy!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the other half of the antidote." He looked at the figure on the second floor with calm eyes.

"This knife of Liao is so useful. If I don't want to hand it over, what will you do?" The Saint walked down the attic and looked at him calmly. Her face was also calm. "If you say that there are no two identical people in this world, I don't believe it! You are very similar to me, but you are not like me. You have no desires, but I do! I have the desire to gain the world, but you are as indifferent as water. What on earth can stir up a wave in you? Are you afraid of death?"

"What do you want to say? Where is the antidote?" Chiyue pointed directly at the saint.

The saint smiled calmly and replied: "Go ahead and look for it. You will eventually find it in such a big medicine pavilion..." Then she turned and left.

Song Xiaoyuan searched the medicine cabinet in a mess, but couldn't find the prescription. He simply set the building on fire. He took out a tinderbox and was about to light it when a sharp arrow shot out: "Envoy Song, why are you destroying my medicine cabinet?"

"It seems that the Saint Lady cares about not only the world, but also this Poison Tower."

"Song Xiaoyuan, it's not good to anger me!"

"Hand over the other half of the antidote."

The Saint calmly put down her bow and arrow, took out a piece of paper and shook it with raised eyebrows: "If you want it, you can! I will give it to you after I take Loulan."

"I can't wait until you become successful..." Song Xiaoyuan stepped forward with a sword in hand. The saint retreated behind the imperial guards, and the medicine pavilion became a mess in an instant.

The saint's eyes lit up as she ran up to the second floor excitedly, drew her bow and shot arrows. The more flawless Song Xiaoyuan was, and the more he could avoid her arrows every time they fought, the happier she was: "He has become stronger this year, hahaha!" With eyes shining, she spoke like a nightmare: "Quick! Master, we will surround and attack him, and I will definitely hit him!"

The attic has limited space. As more and more imperial guards are deployed, Song Xiaoyuan is trapped inside. He aims at the second staircase and attacks. The other shadow guards fight to protect his safety. Instantly, the attic is filled with the smell of blood. Arrow after arrow hits him, but none of them hit him. He has already climbed the stairs, covered in blood. His eyes are cold and without any anger: "Give me the prescription."

The Saint smiled with satisfaction and drew her bow, still aiming at his right shoulder. Chiyue cut off the sharp arrow and walked closer to press against the Saint's right shoulder: "Do you like to attack my scar so much?"

The guards didn't dare to approach at this moment. The saint was pressed against the pillar by the sword and said with a smile: "That's the scar I gave you. It shouldn't heal!"

Song Xiaoyuan ignored her and just said, "Give me the prescription."

The Saint took out the second half of the antidote: "I killed all those shadow guards before! I promised to give it to you personally... But, I warn you! Once you get it, you can't get out."

Many shadow guards came this time but they were all killed one by one by the Saint Maiden like a cat playing with a mouse. Now the remaining four people hold their knives tightly and are determined to protect their master at all costs!

Song Xiaoyuan looked at the prescription in her hand, took it without hesitation, turned around and went out through the second-floor window. At this moment, the sky was turning white, and the imperial guards were searching in the palace in the light.

Song Xiaoyuan and four others arrived at the gate of a palace, knocked out the gate official and went in. The candlelight inside was dim, the sky outside the window was gradually brightening, and there was no movement in the palace, very quiet.

He opened the antidote he had just obtained and checked it. It was the same as the first half, in Qiang language. He dragged the young official into the hall and poured water on him to wake him up: "Speak."

Fortunately, Xiao Shi could speak Mandarin, so Song Xiaoyuan handed over the paper and asked, "What's on it?"

Xiao Shi timidly wiped the water off his face: "Qiang country herbal medicine."

"Only the Qiang Kingdom?"

"No, no, it's just this taste. Bitter water is hard to come by."

Xiao Shi told him the location, and Song Xiaoyuan knocked him unconscious again: "Find the bitter water and disperse out of the palace."

"Yes!"

The sky was getting brighter and it was no longer easy to hide in the palace. He avoided the imperial guards and came to the spring, quickly filling up the several water bags he had just found.

The imperial guards holding torches surrounded them. Song Xiaoyuan tightened the water bag and stood up. The black robe made him look even more ferocious. He hung up the water bag and let Chiyue lead the way for the four shadow guards. The other two had already taken their grievances and left separately.

The saint was too insidious, it would not be so easy. As expected, two shadow guards were shot dead in the dark one after another.

Although Song Xiaoyuan and the remaining shadow guards had figured out the Qiang palace, there was still a cat-and-mouse game going on in the palace. The imperial guards and servants holding torches went around every corner of the palace, illuminating the bright reflections of the palace's bricks and tiles.

The three of them went separately, as long as one of them could bring out the medicine and the antidote formula, but now one of them was stabbed to death by random swords, and one was blocked at the outer wall of the palace. He was just one step away! One step to get out of the palace. The shadow guard was not afraid at all, he took off his bag and threw it far away from the palace wall, holding his two swords tightly and fighting with him on the palace wall.