Mu Wanwan originally thought that Ao Qin might be trying to deceive her, but she was still a little surprised when she was brought back to the bedroom by Fuliu ahead of time, clutching her sore chest, and seeing the two boxes placed in the yard.
"Madam is really lucky, this box is spiritual medicine, and the other box is spiritual fruit and spiritual rice." Fuliu looked at Mu Wanwan, who was pale and thin, with disgust, and took out a small bag from his pocket reluctantly. The bag was handed to Mu Wanwan.
"Madam, please take good care of your Majesty in this yard. If you have anything missing on weekdays, just remember it. You can go to the market every ten days." Stone and three silver coins, I will receive it in the middle of the month, and I will have to trouble you to prepare your own meals in the future."
Fu Liu said, "I hope Madam will take good care of Your Majesty, I will retire first."
After Fuliu left, the yard became quiet, Mu Wan turned a small bag of some weight, opened it, and almost didn't get angry—
It contained ten low-grade spirit stones instead of middle-grade spirit stones with strong spiritual power.
In the original body's memory, if a middle-grade spirit stone is replaced, at least fifteen low-grade spirit stones can be exchanged, and there are only ten of them.
Mu Wanwan only felt annoyed for a while, her chest was on fire, and her throat was full of sweetness. She stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, and then spread out her hand, which was covered with sporadic bloodstains.
"call."
Don't get angry, don't get angry, get angry is useless.
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, tried to calm down his emotions, and continued to look at the contents of the bag. In addition to ten low-grade spirit stones, there were only three silver coins.
This month's case is really small.
In the original body's memory, the exchange ratio of a middle-grade spirit stone to a low-grade spirit stone is about 1:18. If you take it to the black market, the price can be higher, and a low-grade spirit stone can generally be exchanged for one gold coin.
One gold coin can be exchanged for ten silver coins, and one silver coin can be exchanged for ten copper coins. The purchasing power of one copper coin is about the same as that of a modern one dollar. In this way, the original monthly rate is about 2,000 yuan. When Fu Liu swallowed it, it was only over a thousand dollars.
With more than 1,000 yuan, I need to support two people.
Moreover, spiritual stones are needed for cultivation. Although the original body is only a weak wood-type ability, when I didn’t leave the pavilion before, I had to absorb two or three low-grade spiritual stones a month to strengthen the wood-type spiritual energy in my dantian. .
Mu Wanwan was very sad, and opened the box containing the elixir with a hint of anticipation. There was only a young ginseng plant and ten yellow fruits that seemed to be wilted. The shallow memory of this fruit is called Baizhenguo, which is two-level according to the appearance. It is used to nourish the body. One is probably worth five low-grade spirit stones.
In addition, there were several small porcelain vases, which Mu Wanwan opened and smelled. They contained trauma medicines, and the grades were also very average.
In the other box was a bag of Lingmi, a bag of unknown seeds, and nothing else.
Mu Wanwan sighed sadly, looked at the gradually darkening sky, and didn't expect Bai Shuiyao, who was running away, to come back to help her with her work, and moved the two boxes from the yard into the room.
Mr. Long was still paralyzed on the bed, in the same position as when she left in the morning, just because the door has not been opened for nearly a day, the smell in the room is even worse. But the moment he saw him, Mu Wanwan felt much more at ease.
According to the original plot, she would be stabbed to death by Ao Qin tonight, but now, although she was crushed by Ao Qin's spiritual power, she only suffered some minor injuries. The monthly examples and elixir that can be used are all worth it.
Mu Wanwan thought about it, and slowly raised his brows in front of Mr. Long's evil face full of black and red lines.
In the original memory, the tyrant's bedroom is not small, in addition to the main hall for rest, there is a side hall with a courtyard, kitchen and bathroom, but Mr. Long generally does not use it.
Mu Wanwan searched for his memory and found the small kitchen in the side hall. He was delighted to find that there was still a bag of rice for the servants to eat, so he mixed a small handful of spiritual rice and cooked half a pot of porridge.
While waiting for the porridge, she was not idle, so she drank water and wiped the other half of the jade bed.
After all this was done, Mu Wanwan couldn't lift her tired fingers, and the sky was completely dark. Bai Shuiyao still didn't appear in the palace, and she didn't know whether she ran away according to the original plan or gave up running away. But what will happen to Bai Shuiyao, she is not worried, Bai Shuiyao has the halo of a heroine, and she can't die no matter what.
Mu Wanwan strongly supported the porridge, and drank a bowl first, although it was only mixed with a small amount of spiritual rice, drinking it made her feel a lot more comfortable in her stomach, warm and regained some strength. .
She rested for a while, then lit the lamp, then moved the bench and sat in front of the tyrant's bed with a bowl of porridge.
Under the dim light, Mr. Long's scary face seemed to soften a bit.
His face was still very pale, and his lips were still pursed, but he didn't know if it was because of the little porridge in the morning. It didn't look so dry, and the bruise was still there. Mu Wanwan squeezed his chin gently, spoonful after spoonful. Feed him porridge.
I don't know if it's her illusion, but I always feel that Mr. Long in the evening swallows much faster than in the morning.
But even so, a lot of porridge overflowed from his mouth, and ambiguous traces of water slid down his chin.
Mu Wanwan subconsciously stretched out his fingers and brushed his beautiful chin, wiped the soup, and said to himself, "Fortunately, you are asleep, this should be considered your dark history."
Mu Wanwan didn't notice a certain dragon's lightly trembling eyelashes, he felt a little funny and a little sad, and said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet... Why don't I call you Mr. Long in the future? , we can count on each other.”
Her eyes were a little red, and her voice was a little choked, "You will wake up later, for the sake of how good I used to be to you..."
Mu Wanwan couldn't talk anymore, and wiped his tears embarrassingly, "I'm really... talking to a plant dragon."
She cleaned up her bad mood, and didn't know if the room was too deserted or too lonely, so she started talking again, "Mr. Long, I'll treat your wound later and give you some medicine, it will probably hurt a lot. "
"Mr. Long, we have very little money, and we may be hungry in the future..."
Her voice was very light, and she was talking about the future of the two of them, like rolling hot magma, along his eardrums, a little bit of noise into the cold heart full of thorns.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "I woke up."
Mr. Long: "I didn't wake up."
Mr. Long: "I should wake up."
Mr. Long: "I don't seem to wake up."
Mu Wanwan squinted helplessly: "Are you awake or not!"