Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 552 Tiger Penis Wine, Oh Tiger Penis Wine (12,000 words)

"I, I also want to cultivate the 'Extreme Yin Plain Woman Scripture'!"

The wind blew even harder.

Looking up, I saw leaden clouds shrouding Pingyang City, and a dark wind lashed against the ancient city. It seemed that the weather was about to change again, but I didn't know whether it would rain or snow this time... It should probably be rain. After all, even though this is Pingyang, and even though this year is another harsh winter, it is still only August. It would be too early for snow to fall.

However, the temperature has inevitably become colder.

Gu Banxia's voice was still echoing in my ears when Bu Yu's voice rang out from the other side.

For some reason, Song Yan's body trembled slightly, and his throat bobbed slightly... He had underestimated the allure of the "Extreme Yin Sutra" to women. Even disregarding the power boost brought about by the "Extreme Yin Sutra's" incredibly fast cultivation speed, the mere fact that it allowed him to maintain his youth was enough to make many women unable to resist.

After all, whether in ancient or modern times, women who live relatively well are quite concerned about things like skin, hair quality, and age.

Moreover, because of his presence, Gu Banxia doesn't need to worry about the side effects of cultivating the "Extreme Yin Su Nu Jing".

The only thing Song Yan didn't expect was that even Bu Yu would be so proactive.

But upon further reflection, it became clear. Although it was to save someone, he had seen Bu Yu's body naked, which, according to the rules of this era, meant he had lost his chastity and would have to take responsibility. Since he would have to take responsibility sooner or later, cultivating the "Extreme Yin Su Nu Jing" and occasionally seeking him out to cure his cold poison wasn't a problem.

Song Yan's feelings for Bu Yu were somewhat complicated.

Although she is petite, she is also full-figured and voluptuous, which makes her very attractive.

However, to say he liked her wouldn't really be accurate. Even when he treated Bu Yu, it was purely because Bu Yu was his subordinate, severely injured while completing a mission assigned to him. As her master, he had to heal her regardless. After that, their relationship naturally became closer than before.

If he were to marry Bu Yu, and Bu Yu agreed, then Song Yan naturally wouldn't refuse. After all, this isn't modern society, where monogamy is enforced. Only a fool would turn down a woman who is both excellent and loyal to him.

He wasn't like some time travelers; he didn't have that kind of moral fastidiousness. Aside from his inability to accept Tong Hetong, he didn't impose too many self-imposed limitations on himself.

However, if Gu Banxia and Bu Yu really embark on this path, then the number of people around him who cultivate the "Extreme Yin Su Nu Jing" will be four, including Hua Lian Yue and Luo Yu Heng... And it seems that after mastering this technique, one's endurance will also improve. Recalling the wedding night with Hua Lian Yue, even with his Golden Kidney and "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror", he was a little overwhelmed by the two grandmasters.

Now, two more have been added...

Song Yan swallowed hard for no apparent reason. Even though nothing had happened yet, he felt a dull ache in his lower back.

Fortunately, there were still some tiger penis wines that Minister of War Ban Cheng had gifted us.

Tiger penis wine, oh tiger penis wine, it's always better to have a few jars on hand for peace of mind.

It's a pity that I left Dongling in a hurry and forgot to ask Bancheng for the recipe for tiger penis wine.

While his mind was racing with chaotic thoughts, Song Yan noticed that both of their gazes were still fixed on him. Although he felt a little intimidated, he knew he couldn't show any weakness at this moment. Song Yan coughed softly and said, "No...no problem. I will...um, I will explain to Lian Yue. I'm sure Lian Yue won't refuse."

Men are always concerned about their image.

Especially in matters of love and sex, one must never admit to being incapable.

Even Song Dynasty vernacular literature cannot escape the common customs.

If all else fails, then I'll have to intensify my cultivation of the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror." Once I reach the Grandmaster realm, I refuse to believe I can't withstand the torment of a few women. If that still doesn't work, then I'll ask a loyal person to make another trip to Dongling to see if I can find the recipe from Bancheng. Tiger penis shouldn't be lacking in Liaodong.

Hua Lian Yue doesn't just teach the *Extreme Yin Sutra* to anyone, but she doesn't hold it back either. If you want to learn and catch her eye, she'll teach you, but she'll clearly inform you of the side effects beforehand. Many people give up when they hear about the excruciating pain and the chilling poison seeping into their bodies. Now, Gu Banxia and Bu Yu live under the same roof as Hua Lian Yue, so she probably won't refuse.

With that thought in mind, and noticing that it was getting late and there was a threatening rain, Song Yan decided to head home.

Just then, they suddenly saw a short, stout figure running hurriedly down the long street ahead. The person even looked somewhat familiar.

The man had his head slightly lowered, his brows furrowed, and his expression was very serious and solemn, as if something terrible had happened. He didn't even notice that Song Yan was right in front of him. In the instant they brushed past each other, Song Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's shoulder: "Manager Feng, where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry?"

I remember now, this person is the innkeeper of Fenglai Inn.

We've had several dealings, though every time it inevitably resulted in bloodshed.

But no matter what, we're acquaintances now.

He didn't know the man's name, but since he had opened a Fenglai Inn, he would call him Manager Feng. Seeing that Manager Feng looked very anxious, Song Yan was a little curious. Since they were acquaintances, Song Yan stopped him. If he really encountered any problems, Song Yan would be happy to lend a helping hand as long as he did not break the law.

However, Manager Feng was clearly immersed in his own world, as if he was thinking about something terrible. When Song Yan suddenly grabbed his shoulder, he was startled and let out a series of strange cries. He staggered back several steps, his face showing a look of utter shock.

That reaction made Song Yan a little embarrassed.

However, the moment Manager Feng saw Song Yan, the shock on his face instantly turned into ecstatic joy: "Your Highness, the King of Hell..."

Song Yan blinked; this person had a slight accent.

The pronunciation of the character "燕" in "燕王" (Yan Wang) is slightly upturned, making it sound somewhat like the name of the King of Hell.

Before Song Yan could correct Manager Feng's accent, the manager immediately stepped forward and approached Song Yan: "Your Highness, something terrible has happened."

"What is it? Tell me slowly," Song Yan said gently, trying to soothe him.

Manager Feng let out a heavy sigh, calming himself down slightly. Then, in a rapid-fire manner, he told Song Yan about the eight people who had checked into the Fenglai Inn and his suspicion that they were Xiongnu. Initially, Song Yan didn't take it seriously, but as he listened, his expression grew serious, and his gaze towards Manager Feng became filled with a strange light.

Good guy.

What kind of constitution does this Manager Feng have?
A naturally born fertile body?

Innate Imperial Guard Body?
One of the guests staying at the Wind Comes Inn was a member of the Kong family who had kidnapped Luo Caiyi.

One of the guests staying at the Wind Inn was a young prince of the Xiongnu.

The Wind Inn is almost going out of business. They finally managed to get a group of guests, but they might very well be spies from the Xiongnu.

With that kind of luck, it would be a real shame if he didn't become a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Despite the fact that Liu Yisheng now commands tens of thousands of Imperial Guards scattered throughout Ningguo to gather intelligence, obtaining valuable information is extremely difficult for most of them. Many Imperial Guards might work for a month, or even half a year or a year, without uncovering a single piece of information that could lead to their promotion. But this Manager Feng, he doesn't even have to do anything; extremely important intelligence is delivered to his doorstep.

This kind of luck would probably drive many Imperial Guards mad with envy.

But now, this man, who could be considered the lucky one among the Embroidered Uniform Guards, had a mournful face, with tears welling up in his eyes at any moment, and he gazed at Song Yan with deep affection: "Your Highness, these people really have nothing to do with me, and I have absolutely no collusion with the Xiongnu. As soon as I sensed something was wrong with these people, I came to inform Your Highness immediately."

"Your Highness, what do you suggest we do to handle this matter?"

Those expectant gazes sent a chill down Song Yan's spine. He cleared his throat and patted the man's shoulder, saying, "Manager Feng, don't worry. Go back and act as usual. Don't let these people notice anything amiss."

"I will arrange for people to protect you secretly," Song Yan said after thinking for a moment.

He immediately led his army to surround the Fenglai Inn, arresting all those suspected of being Xiongnu spies and handing them over to Granny Liang for interrogation. Song Yan believed that with Granny Liang's methods, even if these people had the strongest faith in the Eternal Heaven, they would obediently spill their secrets about their ancestors for eighteen generations.

However, Song Yan quickly suppressed such thoughts.

Firstly, Song Yan couldn't be sure that the eight people staying at the Fenglai Inn were all of them. If he acted rashly and captured them all, he might alert the enemy. Even if Granny Liang could get them to talk, their accomplices would probably have already fled.

Secondly, the Xiongnu were unfamiliar with the Central Plains. A mere eight people, recklessly trespassing into Pingyang, even if they really wanted to do something, were probably the type to be completely blind and clueless.

Therefore, Song Yan suspected that these Xiongnu people must have someone else in Pingyang City to make contact with them.

Perhaps it was some merchants, perhaps some remnants of aristocratic families, or even some officials in Pingyang City who were bribed.

If that's the case, then simply eliminating these eight people isn't very meaningful. If we're going to take action, we must uproot them completely.

Thinking this way, Song Yan calmed down his impulsive thoughts.

As for Manager Feng, although he still had some worries, he was mostly overjoyed that Song Yan didn't suspect him. He bowed to Song Yan and prepared to go back. But Song Yan stopped him again: "I heard that Manager Feng's business seems to be not very good lately. Are you thinking of closing down the Fenglai Inn?"

Shopkeeper Feng gave an awkward smile: "To be honest, Your Highness, we do have such a plan. These eight people are the first group of guests we've had in the past few months. If this continues, we'll be left with nothing but the northwest wind."

Song Yan chuckled: "Speaking of which, I am partly responsible for the dismal state of Manager Feng's business. Well, since that's the case, after this matter is settled, go find Liu Yisheng and tell him it's my order to have him arrange a job for you. As for Fenglai Inn, I will give you a subsidy of fifty taels of silver every month. In any case, you must keep this inn running. Is that alright?"

Manager Feng was overjoyed. Fifty taels of silver! Even when the Fenglai Inn was at its best, it couldn't earn that much money. Only during years of plenty and festivals could it perhaps get close to that amount.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Go, but be careful. If you encounter any danger and my men don't have time to act, go to the streets and find the Black Armor Guards. They will protect your life."

Shopkeeper Feng was somewhat moved. He was just a lowly merchant, but he never expected that a person of such noble status as the prince would care about the life of a small merchant like him. He was not a loyal follower trained by a wealthy family, but for a moment he had a feeling that it would be worth it to serve the prince even if he lost his life.

Often, what they really want is recognition and respect.

Taking a deep breath, Manager Feng bowed to Song Yan again before leaving.

"Ziyu, Tianyi, who's there?" Song Yan called out.

A few breaths later, a fragrant breeze came from behind. Turning around, he saw Ziyu. In another corner, he also saw a figure in a white dress, but she was not as fast as Ziyu and simply did not come out.

"Ziyu, go find Ji Gang and Ji Peng. Have the two brothers, one of them, keep an eye on Manager Feng. The other one should keep a close eye on the guests at Fenglai Inn and see who they are contacting." Song Yan said.

Ji Gang and Ji Peng, who came from the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect, were quite skilled in agility. Moreover, one was an eighth-rank and the other a ninth-rank martial artist, both of whom were quite strong. Although they were not Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards), keeping watch on a few Xiongnu barbarians should not be a big problem.

Ziyu nodded, and then her body transformed into a gust of wind, disappearing from the street in the blink of an eye.

Song Yan didn't believe in gods or ghosts, but the Fenglai Inn was truly a bit eerie. He always felt that people who stayed at the Fenglai Inn would have bad luck, and most of them were his enemies. Since that was the case, Song Yan didn't mind supporting the Fenglai Inn. It was only a matter of six hundred taels a year. If the Fenglai Inn could trap another heavyweight, it wouldn't be something that could be done with six hundred taels. The profits it brought might be a hundred or even a thousand six hundred taels.

Looking up in the direction of Fenglai Inn, Song Yan was a little curious, wondering if there were any other people besides the Xiongnu who wanted to kill him.

Have the Fan, Qu, Chang, and Cao families made any moves?
What arrangements have been made for the Yang family?
And what are the plans of Prince Fu and Princess Fu?

After a long while, Song Yan chuckled and turned around: "Let's go, let's go back."

……

Da da da!
The sound of horses' hooves rose.

A luxurious-looking carriage entered Pingyang City.

Pingyang City doesn't actually have a particularly strict curfew. Even in the middle of the night, as long as your identity is checked and there are no problems, you can enter the city. However, such a luxurious carriage is truly rare. Under the candlelight in the night, the carriage seemed to be covered with a layer of light gold.

It was already very late at night, and there were hardly any people to be seen on the streets of Pingyang City.

The carriage clattered along until it finally stopped in front of an inn. Cui Shi'an looked up and saw it was the Fenglai Inn.

For some reason, the inn, which was perfectly fine, felt somewhat eerie under the cover of night.

However, due to the sudden drop in temperature, many people from towns and villages around Pingyang came to buy things. Along the way, all the inns had signs saying they were full, except for Fenglai Inn, which seemed to have some vacancies. There weren't many other options.

"Third Sister, let's stay here for the night," Cui Shi'an said to Cui Yingying, lifting the carriage curtain.

Looking up at the inn, Cui Yingying frowned slightly, sensing a peculiar aura in the air. A charming smile curved her beautiful lips: "Very well, let's rest here for the night and go find His Highness the Prince of Yan tomorrow."

About half an hour later, two more carriages stopped in front of the Fenglai Inn.

Although the sky was dark, the lanterns hanging at the entrance of the inn made it clear that a strange pattern was embroidered on the curtains of the two carriages. It was a beast with the body of a lion and the head of a dragon, with the Bagua pattern on its back, double pupils in its eyes, and auspicious clouds under its feet. It was the divine beast Bai Ze.

This is the family totem of the Yang clan of Langya.

A man and a woman stepped out of two equally luxurious carriages. The man was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a tall and straight figure, a broad back and a strong waist, and a handsome and resolute face.

He is Yang Xiao, the grandson of Yang Hexing, the head of the Yang family.

Yes, that's the one who almost married Cui Yingying.

The other person was a woman, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers. In particular, her figure was stunning, with a wasp waist and full hips, and her flowing clothes exuded a mature charm.

However, she was Yang Xiao's older sister, Yang Yunshu.

A widow.

A widow who poisoned her husband herself.

"Elder sister, all the other inns are full. Why don't we rest here for the night?" Yang Xiao said in a deep voice.

Yang Xiao, on the other hand, seemed quite spirited.

Although he was saddened by the recent death of his elder brother, no amount of sadness could outweigh the joy that his grandfather was bringing him as his heir.

Yang Xiao was still very grateful to Song Yan for this incident alone. If Song Yan hadn't cut off Yang Siqi's head, he probably would never have had a chance to rise in the world.

Yang Yunshu frowned slightly, glanced at Fenglai Inn, clearly dissatisfied with the accommodations in such a remote place, but had no other choice in the current situation, so she nodded reluctantly: "Alright."

Manager Feng was probably a bit confused.

He couldn't understand what was going on today; the place was usually packed with guests.

That's right, it's fully booked.

With just these three groups of guests, all the guest rooms were already full, and even some servants couldn't find a place to stay and had to lie down temporarily in the woodshed and the lobby.

Swallowing hard, Manager Feng felt a strong sense of unease for some reason.

(End of this chapter)