"Yes." Xiao Ci admitted openly, not taking Song Qinghuan's threat seriously at all.
Not to mention that she didn't have any evidence, even if she had evidence, Song Qinghuan wouldn't be able to get even half a cent if he got to this point.
Xiao Ci could figure out the connection, and Song Qinghuan could naturally figure it out too. His face suddenly turned ugly. He knew that the man in front of him had made it clear that he was determined to win, and he was filled with hatred and anger. He gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time.
Xiao Ci waited for her for a while, but seeing that she didn't speak, he got up and went out again. When he came back, he had a piece of paper in his hand with the ink on it not yet dry.
Song Qinghuan didn't know what it was, so he stuck his head out and saw him take out the seal from his arms, dip it in seal mud and press it on it.
When he saw clearly what was written on the paper, he became even more angry and turned blue: "Xiao, you are too shameless."
Xiao Ci got used to being shameless and grinned: "Little girl, you still have too little experience. There are so many shameless people in this world. My ability is really only a drop in the bucket."
He put the jade seal back into his arms and handed the piece of IOU to Song Qinghuan: "One thousand taels, gold, make an IOU first."
"You are repaying kindness with hatred." Song Qinghuan stared at the IOU and couldn't help cursing her mother in her heart.
But after all, she was aware of current affairs. She took the paper IOU as soon as her eyes rolled, looked at it carefully, then carefully folded it and put it in her arms.
Everyone has been kidnapped by him, what else can be done.
Seeing her compromise, Xiao Ci curled up his lips with an evil smile and said, "One code is one code, and the life-saving grace should be pledged with one's own life. We are just trying to make a fair deal again." "
"Fair enough." Song Qinghuan spat at him: "You are already old, who knows if it will work, but you still want to commit yourself to me, and you don't want to see if I want it."
Before Xiao Ci could get angry, he tightened his cloak tightly: "Hurry, it's so cold, I have to go back to sleep."
There was a medicine shop in front of the house, and the doctor was also Xiao Ci's man. He gave the order, and the medicine and people needed were all ready.
Song Qinghuan wore only a cloak and was stomping his feet from the cold. He held his hands and ordered the doctor named Chen Zhonghe around.
The medicinal materials required are all commonly seen, but there are more varieties and different amounts, and the method of making pills is a bit complicated.
Song Qinghuan spoke clearly and explained the names and quantities of the medicines in an orderly manner.
Chen Zhonghe had an excellent memory. Whenever Song Qinghuan told him once, he could accurately grab the required medicine according to the amount.
The medicinal materials are first stir-fried over low heat and then ground into powder. If the medicinal materials are not suitable for stir-frying, they are picked out and steamed or boiled.
After preparing all the required medicinal materials, burn the fire to refine the honey.
The medicines prepared by Song Qinghuan were of poor viscosity, so Laomi had to be used.
Boil the raw honey over high heat, and then simmer it over a slow fire to fully evaporate the water in the raw honey until the bubbles are red, shiny, sticky when twisted by hand, and white silk can be pulled out, then mixed with all the medicinal powder to make it pill.
Every doctor knows how to make pills, so Song Qinghuan left it to Chen Zhonghe himself.
Chen Zhonghe is a man with strong hands and no procrastination in doing things.
It was only now that Chen Zhonghe had time to think about the recipe for this "life-saving pill". The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Song Qinghuan's recipe seemed inconspicuous, and it even contained a few extremely poisonous medicines, but as long as he carefully thought about it, If you think about it, you can discover the beauty of this recipe.
Suddenly, the work on my hands became faster and faster, and I said to myself: "Wonderful, really wonderful."
When the recipe for this "life-saving pill" was completely handed over, the sky was already turning white.
Chen Zhonghe was already middle-aged, and he didn't feel annoyed at being bossed around by a girl. Instead, he sincerely praised: "It's really admirable for a girl to have such good fortune at such a young age."
Song Qinghuan had already directed his anger at Chen Zhonghe, but now that he praised him, he blushed a little.
If you really want to talk about it, her medical skills are really only half-baked. She originally came up with this "life-saving pill" just to protect herself, and she is not worthy of the good fortune of a serious doctor like Chen Zhonghe.
Xiao Ci walked into the house through the mist. He glanced at Chen Zhonghe with a solemn expression. Seeing him nodding, he gave a faint sigh of approval and said to Song Qinghuan: "It's starting to get light. I'll take you back first."
Song Qinghuan glanced at him and said with a sarcastic smile: "I thought you weren't afraid of being charged with kidnapping your brother's wife."
Maybe the business was settled, and Xiao Ci's mood obviously improved a lot. He raised his hand and smoothed the bun on his temples: "It doesn't matter, sir. It's just an absurd statement, but you are the one who suffers."
What he said is indeed the truth. This world is often very tolerant of men, but very harsh on women.
If Song Qinghuan stayed out all night and was discovered by others, then she would really be having fun in her life.
Song Qinghuan did not refute, but glared at Xiao Ci with poisonous eyes.
If she hadn't been working for a living among the people and was accustomed to being thick-skinned, the humiliation given to her by Xiao Wei would be enough to make an ordinary girl depressed for the rest of her life.
When Xiao Ci quietly sent Song Qinghuan back to Qianyun Residence, the little maids got up and washed themselves.
Song Qinghuan was so cold that she got into bed as soon as she entered the room.
Xiao Ci stood outside the tent, considered it for a while and said softly: "Thank you very much."
Song Qinghuan turned over, turned her back to him, and said angrily: "No, I can't bear it. As long as the hero sees me taking a detour in the future, I will thank God."
Xiao Ci lowered his eyes and smiled: "I still have to thank you." He crossed his arms and said: "Otherwise, if you are abandoned by that boy Xiao Wei in the future, come to me, and I will definitely give you a place to settle down."
A bright red silk pillow embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water was thrown out of the tent and landed in Xiao Ci's arms. A light fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, which smelled very good.
Song Qinghuan poked his head out of the bed tent and said with a smile, "Thank you very much. I have to thank your whole family."
Before she could finish her sentence, Xiao Ci felt something was wrong. His throat felt dry and itchy. He opened his mouth several times but could not utter a single word.
Song Qinghuan knew that the medicine was taking effect, so he grinned, sat up cross-legged, and followed his example, crossing his chest with his hands: "How does it taste?"
Xiao Ci's expression changed, and he quickly threw away the mandarin duck pillow in his hand, frowning and looking at Song Qinghuan displeased.
Song Qinghuan spread his hands and shrugged: "The ancients often walked by the river, and how could they not lose their shoes?"
"Ah, ah..." Xiao Ci tried to speak out, but every word he said was extremely harsh in his ears, so he simply closed his mouth and stretched out his hand towards Song Qinghuan to ask for the antidote.
Song Qinghuan's eyes flashed with waves, and he smiled: "That's easy to say. You are not a treacherous person, so naturally I won't embarrass you, but..."
She got up from the couch, stepped on the soft blanket with her bare feet, and circled around Xiao Ci. She bent her eyes and reached out to pat Xiao Ci's cunt: "It feels good...
