Feng Er got the order, flicked the whip, and the carriage staggered and walked slowly.

"Master, that token is not simple. It is sealed with a spiritual power of the Honorable Rank, which can resist any blow below the Honorable Rank. Xiao Jiu said.

"Well, it looks like it's a good thing to save your life. Feng Qianyan said to Xiao Jiu with his divine sense.

In the room facing the street on the third floor of Xin Ya Pavilion, a thirteen-year-old boy in white stood in the shadow by the window. The left hand gently rubbed the little finger of the right hand, and a reddish thread faintly appeared, wrapped around the white jade-like little finger.

"Ning'er......" the young man muttered softly, the corners of his lips raised a faint arc. Watching the windy carriage gradually move away, his eyes were deep and thoughtful.

Yuejin lazily half lay on the chaise longue, holding a wine glass in her hand, taking a sip, her eyes were shocked: "I said Yuchen, look at your smile with a spring face! She is only eight years old! You don't!"

"I'm only thirteen, so I'm not in a hurry. The boy withdrew his gaze and walked slowly towards the door.

"Are you still here? But I gave it out for you, how can you thank me?"

"You picked up a sister for nothing! Shouldn't you thank me? That girl is not easy!" he said so, and the figure disappeared at the door.

"You-" Yuejin slammed the wine glass against the door and shouted helplessly, "It's really careless to make friends!"

After a moment, he rubbed his eyebrows again, and smiled to himself: "However, you are right, this little girl is really very good at me!

"Shhhh

"Miss, what's wrong?" Cui'er was startled.

Feng Qianyan raised his right hand and looked at it carefully for a long time, but he didn't find anything unusual.

"Strange ......" Feng Tianyan thought that it might just be a neuralgia, so he didn't pay attention to it.

The carriage walked for a quarter of an hour or so and slowly came to a stop.

Feng Qiyan stepped out of the carriage and looked up, and the three big characters of "Jirentang" on the plaque were vigorous and powerful, and the fairy wind was bone. The hanging pot helps the world, the wonderful hand is benevolent, and the name is good.

The street where Jirentang is located is not bustling, and there are some one-story shops on the left and right, and it seems that there are shops in front and courtyards in the back.

Walking into Jiren Hall, Feng Qianyan found that this place is exactly a medical hall. The lobby is about two or three hundred square meters, clean and tidy.

On the left-hand side of the wall is a huge wooden medicine cabinet, similar to the Chinese medicine store in Huaxia Kingdom. Near the inside, there is a wooden shelf with dozens of jade boxes on it. It seems that the medicine cabinet is full of ordinary medicinal materials, and the jade box should be full of elixirs.

The guy was busy in front of the counter, and from time to time someone came in and out to grab medicine.

On the right, there is a doctor in his twenties, and there are many people who see the doctor, and more than a dozen people are quietly queuing up.

Feng Qianyan took out a page with the names and quantities of seven or eight medicinal materials written on it, and took out the storage bag and handed it to Cui'er: "Cui'er go, let the guy pack each medicinal herb separately." ”

"Yes, miss. Cui'er didn't ask more, took the paper and walked to the counter.

On that page was written five kinds of medicinal materials needed to refine the first-grade pill blood tonifying pill, and in order to hide people's eyes, Feng Qiyan casually wrote three other medicinal materials, which looked like a prescription for blood replenishment.

Feng Qianyan watched the young doctor consult the patient seriously, and found that he prescribed Chinese medicine prescriptions to these people, and did not use pills. Thinking about it, in this world, even the lowest-grade pills are not something that ordinary people can afford.