Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

"Mrs. Song!"

I heard you were looking for me?

Wu Gong was drinking tea, and the faint scent of camellia filled the entire carriage. The carriage was filled with a very strong scent of camellia.

Speaking of which, this camellia was given to Wu Gong by Li Qingluo. It has been regarded as a treasure at the bottom of the box for such a long time and has never had time to drink it.

Although this camellia is not tea, it has a rich aroma after drying, and it also has a faint fragrance of green tea. To a certain extent, it can indeed be regarded as a wonderful tea product.

Although the taste in the mouth is a bit bitter.

But there is a touch of sweetness, and that feeling is very strange.

However, the strong tea aroma is really a bit pungent.

Wu Gong tried to drink it once before, but because the strong tea fragrance was too pungent, he only tasted it briefly and put it away without touching it again.

Nowadays, in addition to the strong aroma of tea, there are naturally other smells in the car that are masked by the aroma of tea.

At this moment, Li Mochou had put on a brand new apricot yellow robe.

He was sitting not far away doing eyebrow tattooing.

Her face was still a little flushed, and it looked like it would take some time to fully recover.

Although there was a strong scent of camellia in the carriage, you could still smell the faint hormonal smell. After entering the carriage, Xiao Longnu smelled the faint weird smell in the air, and her face couldn't help but become erotic. Something is weird.

Mrs. Song was untied from the silk cloth used to bind her palms.

This silk fabric looks very thin, and it doesn't look very strong and durable just from the appearance. But in fact this is not the case. In fact, this silk cloth is exceptionally strong and not as easy to destroy as imagined. Especially after folding the silk fabric continuously, although the thickness has increased, it does not seem to be very easy to bind. But it also became extremely tough.

Under such circumstances, even if you use the majestic Qi, you may not be able to tear the silk easily.

After taking off the silk cloth from her wrist, Mrs. Song took out the silk cloth that was stuffed in her mouth. After doing all this, she did not make any movements, but just sat behind the tea table. He was motionless, looking like he had turned into a puppet.

Li Mochou glanced at Mrs. Song.

As if he saw that Mrs. Song had something to say, but they were here, and Mrs. Song obviously couldn't speak. So, after a moment of slight thought, Li Mochou pulled Xiao Longnu out of the carriage. But before leaving the carriage, she reached out and patted Wu Gong's shoulder gently.

Although he didn't speak, all the meanings expressed were very clear.

Wu Gong looked completely indifferent and did not feel the palm patting on his shoulder at all. Li Mochou didn't make too many moves, but pulled Xiao Longnu out of the carriage. Soon, only Wu Gong and Mrs. Song were left in the huge carriage.

He waved his palm gently.

Green light flashed, and the incense burner in the distance was lit. A faint smoke slowly floated out from the incense burner. With the spread of this incense, the hormonal smell in the carriage that had become insignificant completely disappeared.

Wu Gong poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Mrs. Song. He gently made a gesture of inviting tea, and then started to look at Mrs. Song opposite.

Although Mrs. Song had been tied up with silk cloth before, she looked a little embarrassed because of the violent binding. But with her black hair tied up, a soft and graceful neck is revealed. Liu Yemei has slender eyebrows, eyes like autumn water, and a rich and elegant aura of books wafting all over her body.

Although, at this moment, she was overly sad and there was a touch of irresolvable sadness between her brows, it was undeniable that she exuded a deep temperament and charm, which gave people endless reveries.

Although this Mrs. Song is no longer a girl, she still looks particularly charming due to her temperament. And more importantly, she has a kind of temperament that looks back upon death. It feels like a female general on the battlefield, which for no reason adds a bit of murderous aura to Mrs. Song on the battlefield. .

It was as if this Mrs. Song was going to embark on a cruel battlefield to fight a desperate battle. Victory would be enough, but failure to win would lead to death.

Mrs. Song looked at the tea being pushed in front of her.

Mrs. Song did not shirk or remain silent. Instead, she picked up the tea on the table with an expressionless face, then raised her head and drank it all, as if drinking a pot of sweet and mellow old wine.

Wu Gong frowned when he saw it. Although the tea was not as bitter as he imagined, the aroma was simply too outstanding.

If you drink it completely in one gulp, doesn't it mean that the aroma will reach directly to the depths of your mind?

That feeling is a little creepy just thinking about it.

Wu Gong raised his eyebrows, slowly stretched out his palm, and poured another glass for Mrs. Song.

Originally, his purpose of doing this was just to show his politeness, but what he didn't expect was that Mrs. Song picked up her tea cup again, continued to raise her head without saying a word, and drank it all.

Wu Gong suddenly became interested.

He continued to pour cup after cup of tea. He wanted to see how extraordinary Mrs. Song was. She could drink such strong-smelling tea without changing her expression.

You know, there are some people in Wu Gong who cannot accept the aroma of this tea.

After drinking four or five glasses in a row.

Only then did Mrs. Song finally stop reaching for the tea cup.

But it wasn't that she stopped drinking, but that he drank the entire pot of tea in one go. Wu Gong had nothing to pour for her, so he could only put the teapot aside and said, "Mrs. Song, please put the teapot aside." I drank the whole pot of camellia tea. Could it be that I was too thirsty during this period, do you want me to get you two more buckets of water and send them back?"

Mrs. Song lowered her head and said nothing.

Wu Gong scratched his head, not knowing how to deal with what was happening in front of him.

However, just when Wu Gong was thinking about how to get Mrs. Song to speak.

Mrs. Song finally spoke. She let out a long and heavy sigh and said in a sad tone: "I know what you want. What did you say about the evil-repelling sword technique before?

What I practice is not some evil-proof swordsmanship. This set of swordsmanship is an unknown swordsmanship passed down from my ancestors. However, when I found this book of swordsmanship, it was not a printed version, but a hand-copied version. .

The handwriting looks unusually scrawled, and even some images can only be seen in a rough shape. If you are really into this set of swordsmanship, then he may really be the so-called evil-proofing swordsmanship. "As Mrs. Song spoke, she slowly groped for a moment on her left arm, and soon took out a book from her large sleeve robe. The book had a faint yellow color on the surface.

The entire book is bound with paper. It is not written on silk, which can be stored for a longer time, nor on glossy bamboo sticks, but on the most ordinary thick rice paper.