A Special Name for a Poison

Ouyang Feng did not hesitate for long. After all, there were still many things in which he needed to rely on Wanyan Liang. Although the other man had grown suspicious, it was far from the point of discarding the bow once the birds were gone. Falling out with him now would be unwise.

Yet Ouyang Feng had once regarded the Mongol Empire's hundred-thousand-strong Western Expedition army as nothing. Even Wanyan Honglie had to treat him with courtesy. What lofty spirit he had possessed then! Now, hearing Wanyan Liang's discourteous tone, he secretly felt anger rise within him. With a cold laugh, he took a porcelain bottle from his robes. "Prince, this is the antidote to Man's Milk."

"Man's Milk?" Wanyan Liang froze. The name was far too strange. "How could a man have milk?"

"It is precisely because this poison is as rare in the world as a man's milk that it bears this name," Ouyang Feng answered expressionlessly.

"Man's Milk! A fine name, truly a fine name." Wanyan Liang finally came back to his senses and burst into laughter. After chatting casually with Ouyang Feng for a few moments, he rose and left.

Watching Wanyan Liang's retreating back, Ouyang Feng's face curled into a cold smile. "If the day truly comes when this old man uses this poison on you, taking this so-called antidote will only ensure that you die faster."

Song Qingshu was enjoying the tender service of two peerless beauties in Madam Tang's fragrant chamber. The two women had been at each other's throats earlier, and he had hurriedly played peacemaker between them. Yet somehow, they seemed to have entered into a contest afterward. Huang Rong cast aside her earlier resistance and earnestly began kneading Song Qingshu's shoulders with all her skill, while Madam Tang gave