Zhou Xingyun invited Yan Qingrui to sit in the middle hall, went out by himself and came back, and then lined up a long line in front of Yan Qingrui with a large number of bottles and cans like offering treasures. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The corners of Yan Qingrui's mouth twitched, looked at Zhou Xingyun, and said, "I just need to treat external injuries!"

Zhou Xingyun put away the medicines, brushed the ground again, and took out a lot of them.

Yan Qingrui said with a black line: "I only need to treat external injuries!" Isn't it a prodigy?

Zhou Xingyun pointed to a row of more than a dozen bottles discharged this time, and said, "These are all for treating external injuries!" He pointed to one of them: "This is a treatment for bruises, which dissipates in three days, this two days, this one is the fastest, one day, but it hurts a little!"

Another refers to a kind: "This is a wound treatment, sprinkled with medicinal powder, three days to build muscle, four days to heal, no scar." "This is a potion, the same effect.

Refer to one more kind, and introduce them one by one. It's really all about treating trauma. There are powders, there are potions, there are pills, there are ointments. Some have a quick effect, some have a slow effect, some have targeted treatment, and some can treat all traumatic injuries......

Yan Qingrui glanced at Zhou Xingyun suspiciously, how could she think this person was so unreliable? Shangguan Qianyu said that he had medicine, but why did she feel that this was a liar who sold dog skin plasters?

But when she looked at it so calmly, her face couldn't help but turn black, this week Xingyun was wearing cloud silk and jade silk, her face was like a crown of jade, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and the folding fan she was holding in her hand was worth at least 10,000 taels of silver.

The fan bone is still made of jade.

His whole body is full of a low-key and luxurious taste of pretending, but, however, on his head, there is a very ordinary, very ordinary, extremely inconspicuous, and very unworthy of his identity.

The wooden hairpin wood is not special, the carving is not exquisite, and even a little rough.

It's like a piece of extremely beautiful jade with a little flaw on it, which is too unsightly.

What kind of strange taste is this?

Yan Qingrui had long forgotten the wooden hairpin she had casually shot out as a weapon. Of course, she wouldn't have thought that Zhou Xingyun would bring hairpins for hairpins, with his taste, how could he look at such an ordinary thing?

Zhou Xingyun saw the undisguised suspicion in Yan Qingrui's eyes at a glance, but he thought that Yan Qingrui suspected his medicine, so he said directly: "The last time you punched me, my face was blue, and I used this ointment, and it will be fine in one day." ”

Yan Qingrui: "......" She seemed to have punched Zhou Xingyun at that time.

She picked up what Zhou Xingyun said, since he used it himself, it must be good, she asked, "How much silver?"

Zhou Xingyun had a greatly insulted expression, and said righteously: "Xiao Qingqing, how can you do this? How hurtful it hurts to talk about love? With our relationship, how can I ask for your silver?"

Yan Qingrui: "......" What does she have to do with him?

She sank her face and said coldly, "Do you dare to call Xiao Qingqing again?"

Zhou Xingyun shrank his neck and made a very scared look, but there was a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, and he said, "Then what do you say I call you?"

The question went back and forth.

Yan Qingrui said coldly: "Call me Hall Master Yan." As he spoke, he grabbed the bottle of medicine, threw down a silver ticket, turned around and walked out.

Zhou Xingyun saw that it was a silver ticket of two hundred taels. He said sadly: "Xiao Qingqing, can we not be so clear between us?"