Alchemy? is it hard? Is it harder than killing someone? Is it harder than fighting against death with a scalpel
Feng Xingying didn't dare to say anything else. Refining a lot of what they called marrow-cleansing pills didn't seem to be much more difficult than rubbing jelly beans.
As for such a low-grade hemostatic pill, why do you still have to use your own spiritual fire to refine it? This Ninth Princess's spiritual fire is really worthless.
At this moment, there were a lot of chatter around, but everyone's focus was obviously not on the elixir, but on the person who made it.
"I heard that the eldest lady of the Feng family was disfigured a few days ago. Now the ninth princess Nangong Yulian is the well-deserved number one beauty in our Dali Kingdom."
"Of course, the Ninth Princess has unparalleled beauty and unparalleled talent. She is much better than that vase."
"Hush, I heard that the Feng family member was beaten by a few gangsters. I really want to see if His Highness the Crown Prince's hat is green."
Listening to the comments around her, the little palace maid obviously looked pleased with herself, and even shouted:
"Shut up and stop comparing that kind of thing to my princess. Is she worthy of such a despicable person?"
The onlookers nodded, the little palace maid was right.
Is that broken vase that was raped and disfigured worthy of being compared with our Ninth Princess
Feng Xingying's lips twitched slightly and she chuckled, as if those rumors were not about her.
It's just that she is obviously not a good-tempered person.
She, Feng Xingying, never holds grudges, because when she has a grudge, she takes revenge on the spot.
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Outside Jubao Pavilion, it was deserted.
Even the lobby of Jubao Pavilion was empty of guests.
Because of the people, they all went to Tianning Pharmacy.
There are beauties, elixirs, and mysterious alchemy scenes.
"Why don't you make alchemy in public?" At this moment, the only guest in the pavilion suddenly spoke.
Sister Mei, the steward of Jubao Pavilion, looked helplessly at the woman in front of her. She was slim but heroic, and her voice was nice but not pretentious. She was just hiding her head and wearing a carved black silver mask, which only covered the area below her eyes. , obviously deliberately hiding his true identity.
When faced with such ill-informed questions, Sister Mei's usual habit is to answer them back.
But the businessman's intuition gave her a glimmer of mysterious hope. She was idle anyway, so he explained to her smoothly: "Obviously, there is no alchemist in the shop."
"But do you have the elixir?" the woman asked knowingly, with a treacherous curve at the corner of her mouth hidden under the mask.
This woman is obviously Feng Xingying. Of course, she came prepared after understanding the situation in the Jubao Pavilion. In order to prevent her from meeting an acquaintance and thinking of her from the veil, she simply spent all her savings and rented a silver shop to make a mask herself.
Instead, Sister Mei became interested in Feng Xingying and explained carefully: "Our elixirs all come from an honored guest. Please forgive me for not revealing his name."
"What if I am willing to demonstrate alchemy for you?" Feng Xingying said loudly, but she was not in a hurry to ask for money, although she was really in short supply.
A glimmer of hope flashed in Sister Mei's eyes: "I wonder what I call the girl?"
"Alchemist, Youying."
“Miss Youying, please come inside~~”
Feng Xingying smiled slightly and stepped forward magnanimously.
A flash of surprise flashed in Sister Mei's eyes. Although this person was hiding his head and tail, his movements revealed a kind of nobility, which was not the frivolous pride of those low-level alchemists in Shendan Valley.
It's a kind of self-confidence that radiates from the core. There is no need to deliberately disguise it. It is already displayed vividly in every gesture.