Chu Xian's heart tightened for no reason, and she subconsciously asked, "What is it?" Can my fourth brother touch it? ”

Xu Daonian seriously recalled the situation when Wuge gave him Fushou ointment, shook his head and said: "The fourth uncle didn't touch it, he just got this thing at that time, and he met the minion, and he gave it all to the slave at that time." ”

"By the way, Fu Jin, the fourth uncle told the slave at the time that this thing is called Fu Shou Cream."

！！！

Chu Xian's voice shook slightly, and the teacup in her hand almost fell out.

The fourth master, who was dealing with official documents in the east pavilion room, heard that she almost dropped the teacup, and just sat for a long time, and wanted to move, so he got up and walked towards Chu Xian.

Through the carved door, he saw Chu Xian's face tense, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Odd.

The man frowned slightly, and subconsciously paused.

Obviously, it was Xu Daonian who was standing opposite, and it was clear that Xu Daonian had already verified the identity of the dead man, why was this stupid rabbit unhappy at all?

Look at her look, as if she has encountered a big problem.

Standing outside, after a while, I heard Chu Xian speak in a suppressed voice:

"How many of these longevity ointments are there?"

Fushou ointment? The man standing outside the carved door frowned, I had never heard this name, what was it?

Look at the stupid rabbit's expression, she seems to know a lot about things?

Hiss......

There is still a stupid rabbit in the Great Qing Kingdom, and he has never heard of something?

Just thinking about it, I heard Xu Daonian reply: "There are only a few pieces in total, and a lot of them have been used, and now there are only two small pieces left." ”

"Where can I buy it?" Chu Xian put down the teacup, clenched her fists, and her bones turned white.

"It's not available on the market, so if you want to buy it, you'll have to find someone in England. But not every English has it, and the slave knows only one person. ”

Hearing that there was no one on the market, Chu Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, it hasn't started yet.

She was almost nervous to death just now.

Although she doesn't know much about history, she still has basic common sense!

Fushou paste is opium, this hateful ghost thing, which drags Daqing into the dire misery step by step. Humiliating wars one after another, unequal treaties of losing power and humiliating the country, ceding land and paying reparations......

Fortunately, there are no ones on the market now.

There is still time.

Chu Xian clenched her fists, if she could successfully ascend to the back position, the first thing she had to do was to ban this damned, demon-like ghost thing!

"Boss, let's stop smoking." Xiao Qi came out and sighed and looked at her with his chin in his hands: "Your emotions are too excited, and a new task has been triggered." No smoking, 500 days of health will be rewarded for success, 10 points will be deducted for failure, and 1,000 days of health will be deducted. ”

"You must not fail, for if you do, these punishments will cost you money." Xiao Qi sighed again.

Banning smoking in the Qing Dynasty was not an easy task.

This is not something that can be solved by simply ascending to the throne and issuing a decree.

Opium was a means for England and other countries to crack down on the Qing Dynasty.

A ban on smoking is tantamount to a declaration of war.

And by this time, the fleet of the West had already swept across the ocean.

"Boss, you've chosen a path full of thorns." Xiao Qi's immature face showed seriousness.

Chu Xian let out a soft "um" in her heart, clenched her fists and said, "It's okay." If I am the next one, I will stop smoking for the rest of my life. ”

Xiao Qi's screen made a "bang", and after a while, it said with a sad face: "Trigger a new mission, no smoking for the rest of your life......"