Judging from Zhao Ying's natural walk into her room, she is a woman waiting for the boudoir, a woman who is twenty-seven or eighteen years old and still waiting for the boudoir, what kind of story will she have?

"Don't guess a woman's heart, guess and guess and you will love her!" Ren Xianqi's song suddenly poured into Mu Ping's mind, from the deceased Li Xuan, to the Heling of the Seven Crane Hall, to the young lady Wang Meng in the capital with a very background, and then to the woman Zhao Ying in front of him, in a short period of time, he actually met four women, each with different experiences and stories.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ying, who went back to the room to answer the phone, suddenly walked out in a hurry, "Mu Ping, I'm sorry, the person I wanted to see you was my father, but he has an emergency now, and he has to go to the imperial capital on a business trip, you see ......" She smiled apologetically at Mu Ping, that smile was like a pool of spring water, and it looked very comfortable.

"It's okay, I don't come to the provincial capital often anyway, just take a look. ”

Mu Ping smiled slightly and comforted.

"It's better like this, the matter of building a factory can't be suppressed by me, it just so happens that Mengmeng has also returned to the capital, let's go to the imperial capital first......" After thinking about it, Zhao Ying quickly made a decision.

"It's fine. Mu Ping nodded, and secretly praised in his heart, this woman is very weak on the outside, but she can decide things without delay.

"Are you trying to throw me out of the two-person world?" Lin Lin quipped, giggling.

"Don't talk nonsense, come and help me pack my bags. ”

Zhao Ying pulled her, and the second daughter quickly got into Zhao Ying's room, the door slammed shut, and all that was left was the sound of eating and laughing and flipping clothes from time to time.

Mu Ping took a sip of Coke, sat down, and made a call to Zhang Yan, telling her that she was going to the capital in the next few days, and then opened the mobile phone webpage and started surfing the Internet.

When he was in the Xuan Demon Continent, he fought endlessly every day in addition to cultivation, exploration, how could he have the kung fu to understand the Internet, and now that he has leisure time, surfing the Internet has slowly become an indispensable part of him. Especially online payment, not to mention how easy it is to use, so much so that he wants to deposit all the money into a bank card, which is cool enough.

His favorite thing is the network map, which is clearly marked on every street, saving him a lot of time, otherwise, like in the Xuan Demon Continent, every city has to spend spirit stones to buy a map, which is very disturbing.

There is also the second-grade real artifact - the medicine furnace, he also has to find time to refine, of course, he still has one more thing to do, that is, to systematically understand, what is the theory of typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases, what is the soup song, and what is the foundation of traditional Chinese medicine...... Including a thousand gold prescriptions or something, otherwise he would encounter those old pedants and hold on to death, he really can't explain where his medical skills come from, and he can't tell them that he is from an outside world.

Those e-books on the Internet are so convenient, and he himself has an extraordinary memory, and it took him less than three days and nights in the past few days to completely imprint the theory of Chinese medicine in his mind.

Imperial Capital Xuangu Headquarters, Nanyuan Office.

"Lao Nan, have you really decided?"

An old man with thinning hair and strong spirits looked at Nan Yuan, who was standing in front of him and was dressed in Tang clothes, and spoke softly.

"Old Feng, I think that young man is good, apart from him, I don't know what decent candidates I can come up with now. ”

"Hmm. The old man slowly stood up from Nanyuan's boss's chair, walked to the window, folded his hands upside down, closed his eyes and pondered, and the two iron balls in his hands made a slight friction sound. Other than that, there was silence.

Nan Yuan stood respectfully three meters away from the old man, with a look on his face like a patient waiting for the doctor's verdict. If someone sees that the boss of the dignified group has such respect for an old man, they will definitely wonder about the origin and background of the old man.

"Okay. After being silent for a long time, Feng Lao spoke, with an extremely lonely expression, "If our Xuan Group is still in its heyday, how can we make such a decision?" he sighed, and his originally straight back fell slightly.

"However, you must make a good plan, judging from this young man's style of doing things, he is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, don't do things well, then ......"

"Please rest assured that Elder Feng, Nanyuan knows how to do it. ”

A look of determination flashed in Nan Yuan's eyes.

"Since you have decided, I will not interfere anymore, but there is no need to guarantee that this time the matter is foolproof, the rivers and lakes have been silent for too long, and our old opponents have been impatient and ready to move, we must let them break out, but this degree is still to be carefully grasped. ”

"Definitely, definitely. ”

"Also, the investigation of the Zerg must also be stepped up, otherwise it will ......"

"Yes, Nanyuan understands!"

Nan Yuan nodded heavily.

The old man patted Nan Yuan's shoulder, and slowly disappeared into shape, as if he had never been here.

If it weren't for the cup of tea on the table that was still steaming, no one would know that there was such a master hidden in the headquarters of the Xuan Group.

At a quarter past eight o'clock in the evening, a silver eagle carried Mu Ping and Zhao Ying into the sky, the two bought economy class, Zhao Ying sat in the window position, and Mu Ping sat next to her, and on the right was a middle-aged uncle, fat and greasy, like a pile of meat spread in the chair, occupying three seats almost a little half.

Unlike Mu Ping's light-handedness, Zhao Ying took a large suitcase and a pink lady's backpack, fortunately, the suitcase was checked in, otherwise Mu Ping would have the urge to stuff her suitcase into the ring.

He had never been on a plane in his previous life, and it was the first time Mu Ping had taken such a high-tech product, but he didn't feel as happy as flying with a flying sword or a flying real machine.

But this is not the Xiuzhen Continent, and there are not so many materials for him to refine flying swords or real weapons, so he can only sit in his seat with peace of mind, and glance at the scenery outside the window from time to time. Actually, there was nothing outside the window, except that you could see the lights of thousands of homes at the beginning of takeoff, except that it was still dark.

Of course, he didn't want to look at the scenery, he was looking at Zhao Ying's face through the reflection of the window.

Since getting on the plane, Zhao Ying took out a thick medical book and studied it carefully, with a very focused expression.

Mu Ping peeked at it, it was a collection of medical cases written by a preacher. He had never heard of the preacher, but the cases in it must be classics, otherwise, Zhao Ying would not have been so fascinated.

He also closed his eyes, and one after another obscure exercises echoed in his mind, among which there were some cases, all of which he encountered when he was in the Xuan Demon Continent, each of these cases was so appalling, placed on this mortal planet, each of them can become a classic within a classic, a legend within a legend.

"Come on, someone's wrong!"

Steeply, a woman's heart-rending shout came from the first-class cabin.