As soon as Zhao Min finished speaking, the hundreds of people present instantly felt their muscles and bones go limp. A sense of powerlessness spread throughout their entire bodies. They wanted to circulate their internal energy, but they realized that it was useless. They could not circulate it at all.
Realizing that they had been poisoned, the hundreds of people in the field instantly cursed,
"Yuan Dog!"
"Demoness!"
"How despicable. Since you dare to poison me!”
Zhao Min's face turned cold when she heard the insults. She looked around and finally fixed her gaze on Guo Jing.
"Prince Consort Guo, it's fine that you're living in poverty, but even the servants in the residence are poor. I only spent ten taels of gold to get him to obediently work for me, and I put ten fragrances of Tendon Softening Powder in your wine and dishes.”
"I'm not the Golden Saber Fuma."
"I've long heard that Ruyang Mansion has a turban and a beard. You must be that Minmin Moore.”
Guo Jing's expression was very ugly. He glared at Zhao Min and shouted,
"Give me the antidote!"
In the current situation, if they were not careful, the hundreds of heroes present would die here.
Because he had drunk the venomous snake precious blood in his early years, Guo Jing had a certain degree of resistance to poison. Even if he had consumed a lot of Ten Fragrance Tendon Softening Powder, he still had the strength to fight.
As for Qiao Feng.
He had only eaten a few mouthfuls of food, but he had drunk an unknown amount of wine mixed with Ten-Fragrance Tendon Softening Powder.
Even though his martial arts was slightly stronger than Guo Jing's, he had taken a huge amount of Ten Fragrance Tendon Softening Powder. Now that the medicine was taking effect, his burly figure was swaying. If it wasn't for his strong willpower, he would have been unable to stand steadily like the others.
Other than the people from Zhao Min's camp, Qin Feng was the only one who was completely unaffected.
He had mastered the Saint Heart Mantra and was already indestructible to all poisons. The Ten Fragrance Tendon Softening Powder was nothing to him.
Of course, Huang Rong wasn't poisoned. Even she didn't have a body that was immune to poison.
It was because she had not touched her chopsticks or drunk a glass of wine since the beginning in order not to expose herself.
There was also Wang Yuyan and the other two. They were also in the same situation, but they could not affect the overall situation.
Oh, there was also Murong Fu.
He was not deeply poisoned, but he was still affected. His hands and feet were sore and weak, which was why he looked a little embarrassed under the palm of He Biweng.
"That's right, the prince consort is truly wise. Minmin Moore is this princess, but of course, the prince consort can also call me Zhao Min.”
Zhao Min felt that the situation was under her control. She looked relaxed as she waved Qin Feng's folding fan and said with a smile,
"Fuma Guo is the Golden Saber Fuma of His Majesty Qin Feng!”
"Why don't we use this opportunity to return with me, Fuma Guo?”
"Aunt Hua Zheng has been waiting for you in the capital for more than ten years!”
Standing less than ten feet away from Zhao Min, Huang Rong, Guo Jing's first wife, was furious when she heard Princess Yuan Ting calling her the Prince Consort and even bringing her Brother Jing to the capital.
That was not all. Zhao Min looked at the second and last man in her life and said,
"Also, Young Master Qin, your martial arts are extraordinary. If you are willing to work for me, I can satisfy whatever you want!”
"What if I want you?" Qin Feng replied,"
Facing Qin Feng's teasing, Zhao Min's expression darkened. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a gust of wind.
It was Huang Rong who had made a move. He did not know why.
Perhaps he was worried that Qin Feng would really be bewitched by her beauty, or perhaps he wanted to break the situation.
As long as he captured Zhao Min, the current predicament would naturally be solved.
Seeing the masked woman who Qin Feng claimed to be his wife coming at her, Zhao Min was not afraid at all. She did not dodge either. She stood where she was and smiled.
"Young Master Qin, I think you should change your request. Your wife is jealous.”
"Amitabha!"
Another Buddhist proclamation sounded. This time, it wasn't Jinlun Guoshi chanting. He was still confronting Guo Jing.
It was a bald monk sitting not far away.
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