Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Chapter 60 Fan Yao in Action

Deer are fond of beautiful women, cranes are fond of wine!

Fan Yao infiltrated the Prince of Ruyang's mansion for more than ten years, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and observing coldly from the sidelines.

He had memorized the temperaments, weaknesses, and vulnerabilities of all the experts under Zhao Min's command.

The two elders of Xuanming were highly skilled in martial arts, but one was a womanizer and the other was an alcoholic. In their eyes, these two weaknesses were more important than any flaw in their martial arts.

Knowing their hobbies, he thought that if he wanted to deal with them in the future, he wouldn't need to confront them head-on. He could simply go along with their preferences and offer them the food, and they wouldn't have to worry about not taking the bait.

Now, the time has finally come to use it.

Fan Yao had long since figured out Lu Zhangke's lustful desires.

Do you remember that this spring, the Prince of Ruyang took a new concubine surnamed Han?

With her charming and alluring appearance, the prince praised her beauty extensively and specially arranged a banquet in the flower hall, inviting a group of experts from the manor to drink.

During the banquet, Prince Ruyang felt that boasting was not enough, so he ordered Lady Han to come out and toast everyone.

Fan Yao still remembers Lu Zhangke's appearance clearly that day.

The old thief's lecherous eyes were glued to Han Ji, darting around incessantly. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he could barely swallow his saliva, yet he dared not make a move. His drooling yet timid appearance was truly laughable.

During the subsequent banquets at the manor, whenever Han Ji appeared, Lu Zhangke's gaze never left her.

Unfortunately, she was the woman of the Prince of Ruyang. He had the desire but not the courage, and could only sigh in secret, regretting that he hadn't met Han Ji before the Prince of Ruyang, otherwise he would have been in his hands.

Fan Yao sneered inwardly.

If you don't dare, I'll lend you a hand.

I'll give you a life of gentle wealth and honor, and I'll also send you on your journey to the underworld.

He heard Zhao Min's clear laughter coming from the private room, and guessed that the meal would take at least an hour, enough time for him to get things done.

The young man surnamed Song is smart enough and will surely find a way to stall Zhao Min.

He got up and left the restaurant.

The night was deep outside. Avoiding the Yuan soldiers patrolling the streets, they chose to walk through quiet alleys and soon circled around to the back wall of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

  

Having been undercover for over a decade, he knew every brick, tile, sentry post, and guard post in the Prince's Mansion by heart.

Although the Prince's mansion was heavily guarded, the focus of the protection was on the sleeping quarters of the Prince of Ruyang, the Crown Prince, and the Princess. The courtyards of the concubines were already remote, and the guards were even more sparse.

The Prince of Ruyang had many concubines. Although Han Ji was favored, she was ultimately just a plaything. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been ordered to come out and offer wine to the warriors.

Fan Yao gathered his strength and leaped over the wall like a wisp of smoke, landing silently.

He entered Han Ji's courtyard with practiced ease. There were only two maids in the courtyard. He flicked his finger, and the two maids collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound.

Pushing open the door to enter the room, Han Ji was sitting in front of the mirror removing her makeup. Just as she was about to turn around after hearing the noise, Fan Yao had already leaned in and pressed his fingertip on the acupoint on the back of her neck.

Han Ji's body went limp, and she fainted.

To make things easier for Lu Zhangke, they decided to go all the way and strip him clean, while also applying the "seasoning" they had prepared beforehand.

As for the seasonings—

He was deeply shocked after witnessing Zhao Min subdue the masters of the six major sects with the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder.

Therefore, he devoted himself to studying the art of poisons. His hard work paid off, and he actually found a rare poison from the Western Regions esoteric sect called "Smiling Death Powder".

This "Smiling Death Powder" is made from seven of the most poisonous insects, plus arsenic, honey, fritillaria, platycodon, and snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains. It is refined over 49 days and requires no refrigeration or preservatives. It is colorless and odorless, and kills without a trace.

Those who consume "Smiling Death Powder" will lose all their martial arts skills within moments, experience reversed meridian flow, and suffer from delusional thoughts, leading to qi deviation and ultimately dying with blood flowing from all seven orifices and a smile on their face.

Absolutely! A must-have for silencing witnesses!

Fan Yao then pulled the brocade quilt over Han Ji and wrapped her tightly, carrying her on his shoulder like cargo, and quietly left the palace.

They took a roundabout route and went straight back to the guardhouse of Lu Zhangke next to Wan'an Temple.

At this moment, Lu Zhangke was accompanying Hebi Weng on an inspection of the pagoda, and there was no one in the room.

Fan Yao pushed open the door and gently placed Han Ji, who was wrapped in a brocade quilt, on Lu Zhangke's bed. He then deliberately spread out half of the quilt, revealing half of her fragrant shoulder, which was particularly alluring under the flickering candlelight.

He had calculated that once that lecherous old man, Lu Zhangke, returned to his room and saw the beauty he had been longing for day and night, he would be consumed by lust and completely infatuated, and would not think of any traps or poisons.

Once the "Smiling Death Powder" enters the body, no matter how powerful the enemy is, there is no way to save him.

After settling in, he closed the door and went straight back to his residence.

He still had some free time, and as he walked along the road, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his mind began to wander.

Since we've already gone this far, let's go all the way and send you two old ghosts on your way together.

He had already made two preparations, in case Song Qingshu couldn't find out who had the antidote.

He knocked the two old ghosts down without caring which was the poison and which was the antidote.

They simply took the medicine stolen from the Xuanming Elders and had a minor figure from one of the six major sects test it. Whichever medicine killed the person was poison, and the rest were naturally the antidote.

These self-righteous sects have been extremely disrespectful to the Ming Cult over the years, causing them a lot of trouble. So what if they've killed them?

Now that they know the antidote, they might as well avoid trouble. If the leader hadn't told them the reason for rescuing the masters of the six major sects...

Given his personality, he wouldn't bother saving these six masters from the major sects; they've gotten off easy this time.

Back in his room, he took out the small red clay stove that he had prepared beforehand.

A purple clay pot was placed on the shelf, containing braised mutton. A fire was lit and fanned, and soon the charcoal fire was blazing.

The rich aroma of meat wafted from the mouth of the can, so strong it was almost overwhelming.

Then take out the prepared wine, pour it into a wine bowl, and place it over the mouth of the earthenware pot to smoke it. As the meat is boiling, the steam will make the aroma of the wine even stronger.

The aroma of meat mixed with the scent of wine wafted out through the window and door cracks he had deliberately left open, spreading leisurely far and wide.

This area is inhabited by Zhao Min's top fighters, who are not far apart from each other, making it convenient for them to work together.

Such a scent could be smelled even across several courtyards, so he wasn't worried that the old man with the crane-pen would miss it.

Fan Yao poured himself a bowl of wine and ate it slowly with the stewed meat, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Before long, two footsteps came from outside the courtyard, accompanied by hushed laughter.

Fan Yao clearly heard that it was Sun Sanhui and Li Sicui from the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow.

As the two passed by, they stopped in their tracks upon smelling the aroma of wine and meat.

Sun Sanhui sniffed and exclaimed in surprise, "The wine and meat smell so good! Who's cooking a special meal for us here?"

Li Si peeked through the crack in the door and his eyes widened in shock: "It's—it's Master Ku!"

Inside the room, the Bitter Monk sat leisurely, the aroma of meat wafting from the stove in front of him, a wine bowl in his hand, enjoying his meal immensely.

The two looked at each other, both finding it unbelievable.

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