Daniel waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, absolutely no. I saved the Crown Princess, but it was just a small effort and it was what I should do. How can I accept this great gift? Absolutely not! What's more, the Crown Princess has already found a job for me in this government office. , and give me fertile land for my shop, so that I will not have to worry about food and clothing in this life, and I will never be greedy again."
Song Ning stood aside, watching the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but said bitterly: "Zhu Yan, don't forget, you are just a prince now, and you do not have the right to appoint officials or titles to the people. Is the promise effective?"
Knowing that Song Ning was deliberately looking for trouble, Zhu Yan didn't want to stumble with him anymore. It was really ugly in front of outsiders. He turned to Da Niu and said, "Brother Niu is here to find Yuan Qiu?"
Dan Niu nodded: "I heard that Yuan Qiu came back safely. I came to take a look. Since nothing happens, I will leave first. I also ask His Highness the Crown Prince to spread the word for me."
Zhu Yan cupped his hands and said, "Definitely!"
As soon as Daniel left, the door behind Zhu Yan was opened, and Xia Yuanqiu stepped out. He was stunned when he saw two almost identical faces, and then smiled and said, "Now that you two are in the same frame, it feels better." It’s really weird.”
Zhu Yan was puzzled and asked: "Same frame? What do you mean?"
Xia Yuanqiu chuckled, waved his hand and said, "It's not interesting. You guys just chat for now while I go apply medicine to Qing Shang to heal his injuries."
Zhu Yan didn't want to stay with Song Ning anymore, so he followed her and left: "I'll go with you."
Song Ning looked at the two of them drifting away, feeling lost in his heart. He finally understood what it means to love without love, and what it means to be miserable.
Mo Bo has been taking care of Qing Shang in the room. Qing Shang is extremely tired. Every time he wakes up, he will be awakened by the pain of broken muscles within a moment. Cold sweat wets one pillow after another. He was so distressed when he lost a lot of weight and wished he could bear it on his behalf.
Yuan Qiu pushed the door open and walked in. Mo Boru was greeted by the rain and hurriedly stood up to greet him. He asked urgently: "Can a painkiller be made?"
Yuan Qiu raised the bottles in his hand and said: "This is an anesthetic, and this is a tendon-rejuvenating ointment. Use the anesthetic on him immediately, and then I can start the tendon-rejuvenating technique. After the broken tendons are repaired, I will use this rejuvenating ointment." Applying the tendon ointment will ensure that his broken tendon will recover as before."
Mo Bo was overjoyed and said in a trembling voice: "You actually made the muscle-refining ointment?" Although Mo Bo is not well-known in the medicine refining world, because he is the owner of an auction house, he has seen a lot of good people over the years. Thing, three years ago, there was a child of a martial arts family. Due to the decline of his family, the government could not make ends meet. He had no choice but to secretly take the Xuanjin ointment that had been passed down in the family for hundreds of years and put it up for auction in the hope of supplementing the family income. Because of his good reputation, he deliberately came all the way and chose to conduct the auction in a small place in Nantai.
The young man was very lucky. He happened to meet a noble merchant who was in urgent need of this product, so he bought it at a high price. Later he met the noble merchant and asked about the effectiveness of the tendon-replenishing ointment. The noble merchant said that it was magical and he would kill himself I bought it with the mentality of a horse doctor. Unexpectedly, I got miraculous results. The broken tendon recovered very well and was no different from before.
Later, Mobo searched everywhere for the formula of Xujin Ointment, but found nothing. He found Bai Shitong and paid a lot of money to ask him for the whereabouts of the formula of Xujin Ointment.
Bai Shitong told him that this Xujin Ointment was not an ordinary prescription, but was made by a senior pharmacist hundreds of years ago. The pharmacist only accepted one disciple in his life, and taught that disciple all he had learned in his life. Naturally, the prescription was also passed on to his disciples.