White phosphorus and strong liquor burned the water ghosts; one Sea-Calming strike severed a Japanese sword
"Okay, I'll put it on you. It'll be impervious to swords and blades, and unharmed by water or fire."
Gu Moran slowly and methodically fastened the hidden clasp on the side of her inner armor.
His rough fingertips brushed against the sensitive flesh beneath her ribs, causing Kim Seon-a's waist to slump slightly, and she braced her hands on his shoulders.
Gu Moran took the opportunity to put his arm around her slender waist, pulling her closer to him, and rested his chin on her shoulder, which exuded Cold Fragrance.
Through the thin silk of the silkworm, he pinched her soft flesh:
"The play must be performed, but life must be preserved."
"If Inukami Jusaburo's cold arrow were to wound your smooth skin, who would I sleep with tonight?"
Kim Seon-a's cheeks burned, and she turned her head away, not daring to look him in the eye, only letting out a soft snort through her nose.
"The prince is all talk..."
"Quickly help me put on my outer robe, or I'll be late, Lord Bak will be in danger in the city."
Gu Moran smiled and slowly helped her adjust her white silk robe and re-fasten her belt.
From the outside, it still looks frail and delicate, as if it could collapse at the slightest push.
At this moment,
Zhen Meili, sporting dark circles under her eyes and carrying two celadon wine jars, burst through the tent curtain:
"Your Highness! The wine you requested has been prepared!"
She placed the wine jar on the table and patted its belly:
Ten jars in total!
Following the folk remedy the prince gave me yesterday, I led the craftsmen to purify it three times using a distillation cylinder. It was filled with 70-degree strong liquor; one sip would burn your throat!
I also made a double layer on the base of the jar, filled it with two ounces of white phosphorus powder, and sealed it with wax.
If the jar is broken, the white phosphorus will ignite upon exposure to wind, and when it comes into contact with this 70-degree strong liquor, it will instantly create a wall of fire three zhang high!
Gu Moran pulled out the cork and took a sniff; the pungent, spicy smell of alcohol hit him right in the head.
He stuffed the cork back in with satisfaction and called out towards the door, " Old Tuo!"
Tuoba Mang ran in wearing a linen short jacket, with a dirty towel draped around his neck.
"Here I am, Your Highness. How do I look in my cook's outfit?"
"Looks like a pork vendor."
Gu Moran pointed to the ten celadon wine jars on the ground.
"Take a carrying pole and come with me on the boat. Remember, when we reach the sandbar, place the wine jar within three steps of my feet."
Don't fall! If you fall now, we'll all turn into roast pigs.
Tuoba Mang patted his chest, tied ten wine jars to both ends of a carrying pole, and hoisted it up, giving it a shake:
"Your Highness, rest assured, even if I smash my head, I will never bump into these precious children!"
Zhen Meili's eyes widened.
"Eh~ What did Your Highness say? Roasted pig? You're the pig, I'm not."
At noon, on the White Sandbar in the middle of the Han River.
The thick fog on the river had not yet dissipated, leaving a white expanse, with only the sound of the river water lapping against the shore.
Almost simultaneously, two Xiaochuan with black awnings emerged from the north and south banks, their bows breaking through the pebbles of the shallows, and came to rest at opposite ends of the White Sandbar.
A low wooden table was placed in the very center of the sandbar.
Inukami Jusaburo sat behind a wooden table, dressed in black samurai armor, his left hand gripping the hilt of his katana tightly.
Behind him stood nine elite warriors, each wielding two swords, their scabbards extended half an inch.
The wooden table was rather shabby, with only a few plates of thinly sliced sashimi and two jugs of cold wine.
Park Roejang knelt on the side of the wooden table, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, his forehead covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, holding a tin wine pot in both hands, his whole body curled up in a ball.
Gu Moran led Lin Qingdai, Murong Xue, Tuoba Mang, and others off the ship.
He was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe today, holding a folding fan in his right hand and his left hand around Kim Seon-a's slender waist, half-dragging and half-pulling her towards the middle of the sandbar.
When Gu Moran was about ten steps away from the wooden table, he stopped, glanced at Inukami Jusaburo, and suddenly stretched out his left hand. In front of more than a dozen people, he reached into Kim Seon-a's slightly open collar and grabbed her.
Kim Seon-a shuddered violently, grabbing Gu Moran's wrists tightly with both hands, trying to pull them away, but she couldn't budge them.
She turned her face to one side, biting her lower lip until deep teeth marks appeared. Her eyes instantly reddened, and a tear slid down her pale cheek, landing on her clothes.
"General Inukami, please excuse my poor appearance."
Gu Moran pulled his hand out of Kim Seon-a's collar, smelled it under his nose, laughed, and plopped down on the couch opposite the wooden table.
He then pulled Kim Seon-a over and made her sit in his lap.
"This Goryeo woman has no other skills, but she's very flexible. I have to carry her around to relieve my boredom wherever I go."
Inukami Jusaburo stared at the red mark on Kim Seon-a's neck and the tear stains at the corners of her eyes, then glanced at Gu Moran's unguarded white brocade robe, and loosened his left hand on the hilt of his sword slightly.
He gestured with his Park Roejang -jang beside him:
" Lord Bak, now that His Great Yan Prince Yi of Dayan has graced us with his presence, why don't you quickly fill his cup?"
The Gut-Rot Aconite Decoction in Park Roejang's stomach had already begun to take effect.
His internal organs felt as if dozens of hooks were pulling at him simultaneously, causing him so much pain that his vision blurred.
He gritted his teeth, crawled on his knees to Gu Moran's table with the tin wine pot in his hands, and shakily lifted the pot to pour the wine into the cup.
But his wrist was shaking so badly that the spout of the wine pot clattered against the rim of the celadon cup, spilling most of the poisoned wine and splashing it all over Gu Moran's sleeve.
"You bastard! What's wrong with you?!"
Gu Moran immediately kicked him.
Inukami Jusaburo's eyes narrowed, and his hand reached for the hilt of his sword again.
"Your Highness, please forgive me! This old servant deserves to die! This old servant will clean it up for Your Highness!"
Park Roejang was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly. He took out a coarse cloth from his pocket, rushed over and grabbed Gu Moran's right wrist, desperately wiping the wine stains off his sleeve.
The moment the handkerchief covered the back of Gu Moran's hand, Pu Laizhang bent his fingers, used his nails to quickly draw the word "North" on the skin of the back of Gu Moran's hand!
A slight tingling sensation came from the back of my hand.
north?
Gu Moran out of the corner of his eye at the dense reeds downwind to the north.
Once the Eye of Detection is activated, nothing can be hidden.
The reeds, which should have been swaying southward with the river breeze, now had dozens of broken, withered reed stalks stuck straight into the silt, emitting tiny wisps of white steam every three breaths.
The water ghosts are hiding there.
Gu Moran snorted coldly, raised his right foot again, and kicked Park Roejang in the chest, sending the old man rolling three times on the sand.
Get out of my way!
"You can't even pour a glass of wine properly? Is this all the useless trash the Goryeo royal family has raised?"
He disgustedly shook off his soaked sleeves, picked up the cup of poisoned wine on the table that was now only a thin layer at the bottom, and casually poured it onto the sandy soil at the foot of the wooden table.
The poisoned wine seeped into the soft sand, emitting a very faint, fishy smell of tung oil.