"Dark." Feng Jinghong screamed, put his hand into a fist to his mouth, and coughed lightly.

Xuan Dian immediately rushed in the door, and saw that Feng Jinghong's face was a little pale, and he was nervous.

"Master!" What's wrong?

"You're going to make a bid." Feng Jinghong pointed to the window and pulled Luo Tianfeng back.

"Yes." Xuan was dumbfounded.

What's wrong?

Why did the master start pretending to be sick again?

Belch......

It's wrong, it should be, the master has been sick.

Luo Tianfeng followed him back, leaned lazily on the big chair, and looked at him with a smile.

It is worthy of being a sick seedling.

It's just a mountain of sickness, and this "disease" comes as soon as it is said.

"Aifei, your husband is sick, shouldn't you care about it?" Feng Jinghong covered his chest with his hands, with a hurt expression on his face.

Luo Tianfeng looked at it thoughtfully and nodded, Xi Shi's heart is nothing more than that.

"You can draw a picture of a beauty, and there will definitely be many people who feel distressed." It's a pity that she doesn't have that literary talent.

Also, a sick prince has been out for a long time, and his body should not be able to support it.

He pretends to be sick so easily, it seems that he often pretends to be.

The Nine Princes, who were favored by Emperor Feng, couldn't solve the cold Gu, even if they solved the Gu, they had to continue to pretend that they didn't solve the Gu.

Cosset.

Seeing him like this, she had to doubt the truth of this favor.

Xuan Dian resisted the urge to laugh and turned to look out the window.

He didn't hear anything, he didn't hear anything.

Feng Jinghong walked up to her with a heartbroken look and leaned on her.

"My husband is sick." Well, he's sick.

"Miss Ben won't throw you down." Luo Tianfeng patted him on the shoulder, showing a reassuring expression.

The corners of Feng Jinghong's mouth twitched, and he said with a straight face: "Ninth princess, because your husband is sick and injured, shouldn't you show your concern?" ”

That's the right style of painting, right?

"Nine Princes, if you are sick or injured, my first reaction is to help you heal." Luo Qingfeng shrugged and smiled.

She is an alchemist, and she cares about something, which is not as direct as healing.

That's right.

Feng Jinghong nodded, this is the correct style of painting, but ......

"Outsiders don't know."

"There are no outsiders here."

Feng Jinghong: "......"

The topic seems to be off, and this is not what I wanted to talk about at first.

"Xuandian, how much is the price?" Luo Tianfeng shouted, it's his own elixir, you have to care about the price.

Xuan Dian almost burst into tears, and Miss Tilt finally saw his presence.

Is it really good for the two of them to be like this? There's a big living person standing here, and he has the illusion of being taken as a background.

"Five million." For the Sanpin Pill, the price is simply amazing!

The master seems to have used Miss Wind's elixir, and her elixir is indeed more effective than others, even if it is the same elixir.

"Oh." Five million.

"According to this trend, it can rise to six or seven million." Xuan Dian continued.

Six or seven million, white fingers rubbing against the chin.

"Okay." More than expected.

"Aifei, inquire about something." Feng Jinghong approached her and asked suspiciously.

"What's the matter?" Still need to ask?

"It's the same three-pin pill, and it's the same pill, why are yours so much better than others?" If he was right, it should be the reason.

"You don't know?" Luo Tingfeng held his face in both hands.

Xuan Di saw Luo Tianfeng's actions, his body stiffened, and he slowly turned around mechanically.

He didn't see it, he didn't see anything.