Chapter 400 Fu Langzhu

"Hmm~..."

Zi, Zi...

If there is any seemingly invisible movement, it echoes in the room.

Dongfang Liren stood at the door with his arms folded across his chest, leaning against the door and listening carefully, trying to discern what was going on inside. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, something strange appeared in the room.

First, Ye Jingtang's breathing was a little heavier, and then Miss Fan said "Huh? Woo..." a few times, and then there was silence.

Dongfang Liren blinked his eyes, a little confused. Just as he was about to open the door and take a look, he heard rustling sounds coming from inside, and then rapid footsteps came from far to near.

Dong dong dong...

Dongfang Liren quickly stood up straight, and as soon as he acted as if nothing had happened, the door in front of him opened.

Squeak~

Fan Qinghe's face turned red and his clothes were a little messy. He opened the door and found Dongfang Liren standing at the door. He quickly covered his face with his sleeves, buried his head and ran past.

"Miss Van?"

"I'm fine, I...I..."

Before he finished speaking, Fan Qinghe ran downstairs, and then the sound of fetching water could be heard from the well in the backyard of the inn.

"..."

Although Dongfang Liren did not take the initiative to help push the watermelon, the sex embryo in the room once tried it by holding the fat-headed dragon while she was lying down.

She guessed that Fan Qinghe had accidentally stained his chest, so she didn't touch it immediately and quietly entered the room.

Although Fan Qinghe was ashamed of his efforts, he still performed his duties as a doctor. He made the bed neatly and covered the Night Jing Hall with a thin quilt.

Ye Jingtang's complexion still hasn't returned to normal, but compared to the surge of energy and blood just now, it is still much better. He is sleeping quietly with his eyes closed, and there is no trace of any sexual appearance.

"snort……"

Dongfang Liren Ruoyouruowu snorted, came to sit in front of him, leaned forward and pinched Ye Jingtang's face:

"Hello? Wake up."

Ye Jingtang's eyelashes fluttered, and then he opened his eyes sleepily:

"Your Highness...".

Dongfang Liren looked back and saw Fan Qinghe running up with a bucket and going into the next room to wash up. Then he quietly leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice:

"Were you awake just now, or were you really asleep?"

Ye Jingtang didn't lose consciousness at all, he was just a little dizzy due to the blood rushing to his head. When Benben asked, he thought about it:

"He's dizzy, he can feel the outside world, but he can't open his eyelids. He's half asleep, half awake, um... as if he's awake."

That means being awake...

Dongfang Liren knew this was the case. Seeing that Ye Jingtang was speaking very softly, he held his wrist and checked carefully. It could be seen that a lot of Qi and blood had been suppressed, but his body was very weak. It should be because the body was detoxifying and recovering on its own, and the consumption was relatively large. .

Seeing this, Dongfang Liren didn't bother him too much. He lowered his head slightly and nodded on his lips:

"Sleep peacefully, don't worry too much, we will take care of your safety."

Ye Jingtang was indeed very tired, so he said nothing at the moment and closed his eyes again...

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Wow~

In the next room, Fan Qinghe was soaking in the bathtub, relying on the cold water to suppress the distracting thoughts in his heart. He had rubbed his hands on his grandma countless times.

But the traces left by the Night Terror Hall seem to have seeped into my heart, and I feel like I can’t go back no matter how hard I wash them off...

But if you say you can't think about it, it doesn't matter. After all, I've been hugged and rubbed before. This time, the contact area is just different. Should you follow the emergency...

He is ignorant, he shouldn't remember it, right? If I bring this up tomorrow...

While Fan Qinghe was thinking wildly, he felt that he could not be his aunt. Before he could think of a countermeasure, there was a knock on the door:

Dong Dong~

Fan Qinghe shrank slightly, obviously worried that Ye Jingtang would wake up and come to find her, but fortunately, the queen's voice came from outside the door:

"Miss Van?"

"Oh, I'll be right out."

Fan Qinghe quickly got up from the bathtub, wiped himself clean, put on a new bra-wrapped skirt, looked in the mirror, and made sure his expression was normal before opening the door.

Dongfang Liren still had the cold demeanor of the Queen, and he didn't mention anything about what happened just now. He walked slowly into the room:

"Ye Jingtang has fallen asleep. His body is weak and he probably won't be able to recover in a short time. Let's take turns taking care of him these two days. Miss Fan is familiar with this area. Please tell me about the situation nearby."

Fan Qinghe closed the door. Seeing that Dongfang Liren didn't mention anything about her grandma, she naturally relaxed a little. She regained the calm demeanor that a female doctor should have and sat down next to the tea table:

"King Zuo Xian has too much time to take care of himself now. The ordinary soldiers come to patrol, but they can't do anything to us. It's okay to rest in the town.

"But the matter of Xue Huhua is imminent. As soon as Ye Jingtang recovers, he will go to the Xihai Protectorate to trouble King Zuo Xian. The chance of victory is really not guaranteed."

Dongfang Liren naturally knew how powerful King Zuo Xian was. Although he was at the bottom among the Martial Saints, he was still a Martial Saint at the bottom. If he didn't have 10% or 20% more strength, there was no guarantee of victory.

What's more, Ye Jingtang still has half a foot outside the door, and is theoretically weaker than King Zuo Xian.

Dongfang Liren thought about it for a moment: "Lu Taiqing stared at the Beiliang Imperial Master. He can't come now. Master and Eunuch Cao have come, but they can't reverse the situation. At present, they can only rely on the Night Terror Hall. If you can't get this trip, then It will be difficult to deal with it later..."

Fan Qinghe raised his hand to pour the tea, thought for a moment, and suddenly looked at the two boxes on the table:

"When I was in Wuzhou, Zhang Jinglin, a drug madman from Beiliang, gave me the recipe for Tianlang Pearl. Although other medicinal materials are also expensive, they can still be found in various parts of the West Sea. No one can get even half a catty of Snow Lake Flower. come out.

"Tianlang Pearl can temper the body and expand the Qi and meridians. Ye Jingtang has already eaten it. The muscles and bones will not change, but the expansion of the Qi and meridians will still take effect after all. Although it is a bit wasteful, I can use the half kilogram of Snow Lake Flowers I snatched. I went to exchange for King Zuo Xian’s first warehouse. Overall, it’s still... still a bit of a loss..."

As Fan Qinghe spoke, he hesitated.

After all, the heaven-defying thing about Tianlang Pearl is that it can transform an ordinary person into a new one, and there is almost no bottleneck before entering into the unity of man and nature. As long as the follow-up training can keep up, a Tianlang Pearl is equivalent to a top combat power.

Expanding the Qi veins is only a side effect of Tianlang Beads, and may even be dispensable. After all, skill can be acquired through diligent study and practice.

Eating Tianlang beads to increase one's skill is no less than using dragon scale stone to cast a knife handle. It does have an effect, but no matter how you think about it, it is a waste of natural resources.

Dongfang Liren heard this and understood what Fan Qinghe meant, and was thinking about it secretly in his heart.

Snow Lake Flowers are limited. Even if this year's harvest is exaggerated and a hundred catties are harvested and divided among the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the Western Sea Tribes, and they have to be managed for sixty years, it is still a treasure that is hard to find. Not to mention half a catty, half a catty. Both were enough to make her flesh ache.

However, Zhang Jinglin, a drug madman, created 'Xue Hu Powder'. Although the efficacy of the medicine is not as good as Xue Hu Hua Baiyi, and the healing time is quite long, the secret injury to the Qi pulse is not a terminal disease after all. In the future, the demand for Xue Hu Hua by warriors in the world will inevitably It will be much smaller.

Moreover, if Ye Jingtang can really increase its skill in a short period of time and successfully enter the threshold of martial arts, there will be no risk in dealing with King Zuo Xian. The total amount of Snow Lake Flowers will remain unchanged, but the Southern Dynasty will obviously be able to get much more. Wei Lai is obviously desirable.

Dongfang Liren thought about this and asked:

"Since there is no need to temper the body, can Miss Fan change the recipe and use less Snow Lake Flower?"

Fan Qinghe shook his head at this and said: "The reason why Tianlang Pearl can increase one's skill is because it allows people to 'break and then stand up'. It first relies on strong medicine to tear the Qi meridians, and then relies on the magical effect of Snow Lake Flower to protect the meridians and renew the meridians." , back and forth like this, the Qi channels will be expanded and consolidated.

"The prescription is based on Zhang Jinglin's research for many years. The dosage of medicinal materials is strictly controlled. Either all the medicinal materials are added or all reduced. If only some medicinal materials are reduced, the balance will be destroyed, and either it will have no effect or it will become a potent poison."

Dongfang Liren frowned slightly: "You mean, if you reduce the amount, it becomes 'Daliang Pearl', and if you increase the amount, it becomes 'Fulang Pearl', but the proportion of medicinal materials cannot be changed?"

Fu Langzhu?

Fan Qinghe thought this statement was quite interesting and said:

"The Tianlang Pearl is already the limit that an ordinary person can endure if his body has been warmed and nourished since childhood. After practicing the Song of Dragon Diagram, he may be able to withstand stronger medicinal properties, but it is not safe. Hmm... Do you want me to refine one? Try it?"

Fan Qinghe is a witch from Western Xinjiang. Refining medicine and cultivating gu is her job, and she is very interested in it. Now that she has medicinal materials on hand and needs them urgently, she is really interested.

Dongfang Liren turned his head and looked at the next room and asked:

"Are you sure that Miss Fan is sure? These two boxes of Snow Lake Flowers were stolen by Miss Fan and Ye Jingtang at the risk of their lives."

Fan Qinghe patted his chest and said: "Refining medicine is not difficult. Prescriptions and medicinal materials are rare. I have the prescriptions and no shortage of medicinal materials. If I can blow up two furnaces in a row, I will pay myself to the Night Terror Hall."

Dongfang Liren felt that this was not much different from not paying compensation, but seeing Fan Qinghe being so confident, she still nodded and said:

"Anyway, it was stolen. Since Miss Fan is confident, let's give it a try. If it really works, it will be safer to do things next. Start practicing now?"

"We have to go to the Protectorate of the West Sea to refine the medicine. There are people from the Dongming Department there, and the medicinal materials can be found in the furnace... But we have to wait until Ye Jingtang wakes up before going. I'll discuss it with him first, so as not to let him lecture me again. Make your own decisions and act recklessly..."

"I am his boss. If I nod to these things, he has to nod. Okay, Miss Fan, let's rest first. Let's change shifts at noon..."

"OK……"

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In the early morning, a motorcade coming from the direction of Tianlang Lake drove into the east gate of the Xihai Protectorate after being investigated by the army.

Only now did the more than thirty guards accompanying him dare to secretly breathe a sigh of relief, feeling as if they had crawled back from the gates of hell.

In the carriage, Hua Junchen, who had not dared to sleep a wink all night, opened the window and ordered:

"Hua Ning, please go to Prince Zuo Xian's Mansion and inform him. Prince Zuo Xian is probably not in the mood to see guests at the moment. It would be fine if you can invite the housekeeper to come out and sit down..."

"Yes, I'll go right away..."

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In the carriage behind, Hua Qingzhi, dressed as a scholarly lady, raised the curtain and looked at the street scene of the former northwest capital.

Luzhu leaned in front of the young lady, looked at the broad street outside, and sighed:

"I thought that Western Xinjiang was a poor place, but now it seems that there are still prosperous areas. It's not unusual for such a big city to have a great scholar..."

Hua Qingzhi felt the same way and said softly:

"The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy. Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City... If Wang Tingguo hadn't been destroyed twenty years ago, this place should be no worse than Yanjing and Yun'an. All the accumulated accumulation over the past century was destroyed by the war, leaving only It’s really a pity to end up in an empty city.”

"yes."

Luzhu helped the young lady tighten her shawl to avoid freezing, and then looked towards the palace in the north:

"By the way, if the Northwest Royal Court is not destroyed, will Mr. Ye be the prince or the king and live there?"

Hua Qingzhi looked at the magnificent Northwest Palace and sighed softly:

"Before Jiazi, the imperial court made a surprise attack on the land of Longxing of the Qianchi tribe, causing chaos in the Western Border. King Tianlang retreated into the inner reaches of the Western Border and no longer lived here. Even if the country was not destroyed, Young Master Ye should still be on horseback. He was born and lived with his parents in no fixed place.

"But there must be an identity. The Northwest Royal Court follows the ancient etiquette and calls the prince a prince. It should be called 'Gongzi Hall' or something..."

Lu Zhuri nodded thoughtfully, pondered for a moment, and then curiously said:

"With Mr. Ye's talent and skills, he will definitely be the king of ZTE and become a great hero. If the imperial court cannot defeat him and we negotiate peace, will the young lady have a chance to get married or something?"

Hua Qingzhi was a little amused when she heard this. She raised her hand and flicked Luzhu's forehead:

"What does the marriage between the two dynasties have to do with my Hua family? If you want to marry, you will also marry the princess of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Queen Yun'an may be sent to this foreign country by the Southern Dynasty. She will not be able to be a princess, but can only be a princess." Concubine..."

Lu Zhu was a little confused: "The queen of the Southern Dynasty couldn't become a princess? Then who is the princess?"

"King Dongming. The Dongming tribe and the Qianchi tribe have been married for generations. If the country had not been destroyed, Young Master Ye would definitely have married Zhu Zong of the Dongming tribe..."

"I remember King Dong Ming, he and Princess Tianlang are a lifetime apart, right? If we really get married, wouldn't we raise our nephew as a father-in-law..."

"In an imperial family, it's enough if they are well-matched. How can we pay attention to these things..."

The two of them were gossiping like this, and before they knew it, they arrived near the Xijiang Chamber of Commerce in the east of the city.

The Xijiang Chamber of Commerce is an organization established by wealthy merchants from all over Beiliang in the Xihai Protectorate to facilitate trade communication with each other. The connectors of various Xijiang ministries are also stationed here, making it a large trade market.

Although Hua Qingzhi is the granddaughter of Mrs. Hua, with a prominent background, she calls herself Miss Wanbaolou to the outside world. Wanbaolou has a large business, has contacts with various tribes in the West Sea, and has some industry here, so it is a convenient place for this trip. In my own store.

As the news of Tianlang Lake reached the Xihai Protectorate, a great uproar arose in the city. Although the three sects and nine schools did not dare to discuss it openly, they secretly spread the news that King Zuoxian had lost his troops and the situation was worrying. After taking a few steps, Pedestrians can be heard secretly talking to each other.

Hua Qingzhi was sitting in a carriage, listening to the conversations of passers-by outside along the way, and soon stopped outside the two-story pavilion with the signboard of 'Wanbao Tower'. Her father Hua Junchen came over and warned:

"I'm going to the black market to find out where my father is, so you just stay in the shop and don't run around. Although the city is safer, it's not peaceful in the past few days..."

Hua Qingzhi sat in a wheelchair and responded helplessly:

"I have trouble walking, and I can't run even if I want to. Don't worry, dad."

"Hey, don't keep mentioning this. If we find all the flowers here, they will be everywhere in a few months. Go in, don't get cold..."

After Hua Junchen finished giving instructions to his daughter, he took a few followers and joined the crowd in the market.

After Hua Qingzhi watched her off, she was pushed up the steps by Luzhu and entered the spacious shop. The shopkeeper inside quickly greeted her:

"Miss, I'm here. How are you on the way? The room has been arranged. Miss, please..."

It was Hua Qingzhi's first time here. She looked around the store and felt it was a bit too deserted. However, what Wanbaolou sells are Kit Kat items, so it is normal for business to be poor in a poor place like Western Xinjiang.

Hua Qingzhi was pushed to her residence at the rear. After thinking about it, she suddenly asked:

"I heard that during the last Wanbu Gathering, the store sold a sundial made by Qianjimen?"

The old shopkeeper touched his beard when he heard this and thought back a little:

"It's true. The steward, Xiao Wang, was selling at a stall in Langxuan City. He met a rich and wealthy businessman and asked for a hundred taels. He took it without paying back the price..."

"One hundred taels?"

When Hua Qingzhi heard this, her expression froze slightly, and then she became serious:

"That sundial is priced at five taels. We, Wanbao Tower, do business based on honesty and sincerity. How can we rip off customers by asking for such an extortionate price..."

"Alas, the eldest lady misunderstood. Of course I know the rules at home, but when doing business in Western Xinjiang, the freight costs a lot. Things sold in Yanjing for five taels of silver were sent to Langxuan City through all kinds of dangers. If they still sell for five taels, Wouldn't it be a loss-making business? Since the high-roller can pay for it, he knows it well..."

Hua Qingzhi naturally knew this, but it wasn't a big deal. Twenty times the price was still too sinister. She didn't even know that she had killed Mr. Ye so cruelly that she felt really embarrassed.

Luzhu didn't know the story behind the sundial. Hearing what the shopkeeper said, he asked:

"The frozen face cream produced by the various tribes in the West Sea is very expensive in Yanjing. Is it cheaper here?"

"That's natural. Things like these that are only used by rich families are huge profits. They are shipped from the Dongming Department and transferred to the shops in Yanjing. It is normal for the price to increase dozens of times. If the eldest lady wants it, If so, I’ll buy a few boxes later. Xiaonan Street is full of medicinal herb dealers, you can find them everywhere..."

"How can I use up a few boxes? I'll just buy two boxes for the lady later..."

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