Because of the healing medicine, Ling Luo's mood was a little low, and she walked in front alone, with Xuanyuan Yu following her three steps behind.

And at this slightly depressing moment, the voice of the prison sounded out inappropriately: "Tsk, Xiaoluo, I'm afraid that kid likes you." ”

Ling Luo rolled his eyes and said consciously, "Shut your stinky mouth!" ”

She didn't have the heart to think about the private affairs of these men and women now, and the lesson Chu Ye gave her was too profound.

"Huh? The emperor's dragon mouth is the most precious, even the spew, it is called dragon breath, with ambergris, you humans also regard it as the treasure of cultivation! The prison was unconvinced, and snorted in protest.

Ling Luo retorted unceremoniously and said, "You haven't brushed your teeth for thousands of years, and the spray is not called dragon breath, it's bad breath, it's not scented ambergris, but moldy saliva." ”

The majesty of a certain cheap dragon was damaged, and he immediately screamed: "Damn! You actually despise the emperor, what's wrong with not brushing your teeth for thousands of years, it's also fragrant! Fragrant! ”

Listening to the roar of the cheap dragon, Ling Luo felt that his brain hurt, and his already low mood became more and more irritable, and just as he wanted to have a seizure, he saw that the guards sent by the Taigong to escort the medicinal herbs had arrived again in the afternoon.

"Miss Ling San, this is the willow moon grass and wind swallow seeds you need, and the remaining four hundred catties are all here."

Looking at the rather fruitful carriage, Ling Luo took a deep breath, and his originally extremely irritable mood finally settled down a little.

Forget it, if you are knocked over by Ling Yue, you will turn it over, you should practice your hands, and you did it in vain. Anyway, there are still 400 catties, which is enough, and the time is not enough.

"Thank you." Ling Luo watched as the guards escorting the herbs helped move the things into the Feather Spirit Pavilion, and thanked them politely.

The head of the guard, who was the leader, was flattered and said, "Miss Ling San doesn't have to be polite, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has spoken, if the medicinal materials are not enough, you can add them at any time." ”

With Chen Moxu's promise, Ling Luo was much more at ease.

She was thinking about the healing medicine in her heart, and she didn't even have the mind to eat dinner, so she went directly into the backyard of the Yuling Pavilion and began refining the medicine all night long.

Tomorrow is the birthday of the queen's aunt, and she will definitely meet Yu Zilan and Yu Zi'an, if she can't make a little achievement, she will definitely be laughed at, grandpa is afraid that he will be ashamed in front of so many ministers.

Refining medicine is a gradual process, especially for lower-level medicines, the more times you refine them, the faster they will be.

Throughout the night, Ling Luo stayed awake, and finally completed the refining of the medicine when the first rays of dawn morning light hit the windowsill.

A full 150 catties of medicinal herbs, 10,000 people.

It was completed overnight, and several large barrels of blue-green viscous liquid were more refined than the barrel that was destroyed yesterday.

"It's finished."

Ling Luo stood up and stretched, his tired and slightly pale face full of satisfied smiles.

When she pushed open the door of Zhenlou, she saw a broad, solid back, sitting on the edge of the door.

The autumn breeze ruffled his waist-length hair, with a scowling scent.

Here he kept watch for the night again.

Ling Luo remembered the awkwardness between the two of them last night, and a trace of different emotions filled her heart, faintly warm, slightly itchy, and again and again.