Such a fingernail-sized box contains not only the purified and ground powders of the previous medicinal materials, but also other potent spices that revitalize blood, which will dry the mouth, heat the skin, and produce hallucinations. The effect is equivalent to the legendary potency. Cui Qingyao.
Tsk tsk, although the technology of this era is not very good, this kind of derivative product related to reproduction has developed quite well.
Using a handkerchief to wipe off some of the powder on it, Jiang Pengji closed the box again, "Just this one?"
Seeing that her complexion was normal and her eyes were clear, the old housekeeper could not help but slightly relieved.
Thinking of the answer from the handyman, his old face was ashamed, "Of course there are more than that, there are others... Very absurd things, but in order not to smear Lang Jun's eyes and ears, and to not scare the snakes, so I didn't put those things. Come out too."
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and guessed what the "absurd stuff" the old housekeeper was talking about was a little prop for hehehe.
Don't think she doesn't know anything about being single for so many years.
"Tell your father about this, he should know how to do it. That Meng Yi is not good. Bringing these things into Liu Mansion, who knows what kind of good intentions he has?" With that, Jiang Pengji received the box. in your own wallet.
The old butler wanted to stretch out his hand to take the thing, but he froze halfway: "..."
Because Meng Ye was the "son" of Mrs. Ji, and she entered the manor as the niece of Mrs. Ji's family, it was logical for him to accompany Mrs. Ji for dinner in the name of "filial piety". Looking at the mature woman sitting on the head and eating elegantly, her mouth suddenly became dry.
This is his father's former direct wife, and also his nominal "biological mother". The two taboo identities make him very excited. Just thinking about it makes him feel ready to move, but this is Liu's residence, and he does not dare to face it rash.
Compared to being strong, he prefers half-shoveling and half-doing, which is more interesting.
He couldn't help but smile when he thought that the hostess of Liu Mansion had become his woman when no one knew about it.
Mrs. Ji sat on the head, looking coldly at the charming "lady" who lowered her head slightly, and she felt tired in her heart.
"What are you thinking about, so happy?"
She dropped her chopsticks, and seeing such a displeased person, it would be strange to have a good appetite.
Meng Ye immediately returned to his senses, put away the little thoughts in his heart, and respectfully said, "When I was in Meng's house, I always wanted to be reunited with my mother, looking forward to it day and night, but I didn't expect that my dream will come true now. I can't help myself for a while... Made my mother laugh."
Tsk, this mouth is as articulate as his father, but who doesn't know what color his belly is
Mrs. Ji was disgusted so badly, but she still maintained an attitude of neither hot nor indifferent on the surface, "It hurts you."
"My mother is in good health now, and my son doesn't feel pain no matter how much he suffers. It's all worth it."
If it is a mother and son in a normal relationship, when the mother hears such words, even if she is not moved, she will be greatly relieved. However, when she thinks of the child she gave birth to through painstakingly conceived, the son with a cinnabar mole on the eyebrow was born by the concubine in front of him. After she got the status, she enjoyed the preferential treatment of the Meng family's direct son, while her son was killed by that bitch alone, and he didn't even have a taboo after his death.
Whenever she thinks of this, Mrs. Ji feels a flame of hatred burning in her heart, forcing her reason to collapse.
In a bad mood, Mrs. Ji sent Meng Ye out for any excuse. He was still wearing the fake skin of a dutiful son, so naturally he didn't dare to disobey.
However, Meng Ye didn't dare to get angry at Mrs. Ji. Couldn't he put the suffocation in his stomach on the little servant next to him
That little servant can be loved by Meng Ye, and he is still alive and well, so he naturally has a way to appease Meng Ye.
"Lang Jun beat and scolded the slave, this is the honor of the slave." The little servant was slapped a few times on the face, his cheeks quickly became red and swollen, his skin was fine and white, and the two slap prints were very obvious, "However, If others see it and lead them to misunderstand Langjun, isn't this the slave's fault? You calm down, and when you enter the room, Langjun can reprimand the slave as much as you want, and your hand hurts carefully."
Meng Ye snorted heavily, entered the room, sat down, and poured two cups of tea.
The servant knows Meng Ye well. Once he shows such a gesture, he must be deflated by someone.
"Hmph, what a cold-hearted woman, no wonder daddy hated her so deeply."
Meng Ye remembered Mrs. Ji's perfunctory attitude, and couldn't help but hold her breath. He had never been so filial to his own mother, and that woman even took Qiao and sent him out hastily just now. It was a shame.
The little servant rolled his eyes and said, "Langjun, don't be angry, you were raised by the master since you were a child. It's right for her not to be close to you."
"Then what else do you think I can do? I've been on guard for the whole time, and the porridge I sent didn't see her drinking... I didn't let me get close... "
The servant thought for a while, and said, "Yinu, Lang Jun can be a little more devious. She fell out of favor soon after giving birth to her youngest son, and later remarried Liu Zhongqing, and she was so fond of Liu Zhongqing's second son, it was not without empathy, it can be seen that She still has a mother-son relationship in her heart. It's better that if Lang Jun gets close to that Liu Langjun and befriends him, the lady's attitude will naturally soften. "
Meng Ye raised his head and looked at the little servant suspiciously, "You dog-headed military strategist, can this suggestion work?"
The little servant breathed a sigh of relief, "Lang-jun can't figure it out if you try it? If this doesn't work, it's not too late for you to find a slave to settle the account. You are the 'pro-son' of that lady. It's also for you. What's more, that Liu Langjun is the direct son of Liu Zhongqing's original wife, if that lady gives birth to a direct son in the future, wouldn't her child be inferior to Liu Langjun?"
Seeing that Meng Yan's expression was a little loose, he fanned the flames again, "In other words, don't look at how good that lady is to Liu Langjun now, but I still don't know why I hate it. And no matter how close you are to her, in the end. It's the 'mother and son' who broke the bones and connected the tendons."
Meng Yi thought for a while and felt that there was some truth to it.
"Try this for a while, if it doesn't work, it's a bad idea, be careful with your skin."
The little servant smiled and flattered, and he was secretly relieved.
He thought that he was leading the way, but he didn't know it at all. He happened to fall into Jiang Pengji's arms. She had dug several holes and waited for Meng Ye to jump. Died silently.
That night, three or two figures sneaked into the farm.
One of them saw the neatly folded objects in the corner of the kitchen and stepped forward to check them. There were some quilts, some clothes to keep out the cold, and some medicinal herbs for treating wind-cold and healing wounds. He couldn't help but be surprised, "Captain, this..."