Xue Fengqian saw her embarrassed face, and hurriedly relieved the siege,

"Miss Fu, don't worry, the phantom boy has explained, all this will be taken care of by Xue Mou for you, and the dragon grass will take effect, so you can receive your Yujue."

Chuan Fengjiao's medicinal materials are not worth a few dollars, since they are the nominal brothers, they will take advantage of this advantage. But the dragon needs to be decocted with Sichuan Fengjiao, Ziguiling and other medicinal materials for three consecutive days, taking live water, three times a day, and not leaking once. That is to say, she has to live in Xue Mansion for more than three days.

If the old man doesn't come back for a long time...

Fu Qing couldn't help but curse secretly.

"Xue Gongzi, then I'll bother you."

She asked Xue Fengqian to take water to raise the dragon grass, and then went out with the people of the Xue Mansion to get medicinal materials.

Xue Fengqian can also be regarded as the heart, and the medicine shop that the people of Xue Mansion took Fu Qing to is the largest medicine shop in Guxiang City and the most complete medicinal materials. When he was young, as soon as Senior Brother Fu Chen entered the mountain to collect medicine, Fu Qing was always entangled like a fart, and his sensitivity to medicinal materials was quite high, and he knew the good and the bad when he was carefully identified.

The dried herbs in this medicine workshop are a little worse than the fresh herbs, but they are still eye-catching.

Fu Qing handed over the written prescription, and the medicine man took a small weighing pan and got busy in front of the large medicine cabinet.

At this time, the pace outside the door was hurried, and soon an old man of about fifty years old walked in. Originally, the pharmacy was full of people, and this person's arrival was not eye-catching.

But the pharmacy shopkeeper who was originally behind the desk didn't raise his eyes, and the shopkeeper of the pharmacy who was holding the abacus was very enthusiastic, got up to greet him, and greeted him politely, which made Fu Qing couldn't help but look at it twice.

The old man's clothes are extraordinary, and at first glance, he is from a rich and noble family. The face is anxious to come to the pharmacy, and his spirit is good, and the eight or nine are not far from ten, which is who has an emergency or serious illness related to him.

"Mr. Yan, I'm here to get medicine again. Has the illness of the little son of the city lord's family improved? ”

The old man surnamed Yan shook his head and sighed,

"The old man hung a thousand taels of silver, and invited several famous doctors, but they all said that they couldn't be cured."

Hanging silver thousand taels.

After that, Fu Qing couldn't hear clearly.

Those who practice martial arts are deaf and clear-sighted, and this is not far away, only to hear or not to hear.

Fu Qing's mind was confused, and at this time, his heart was full of shining thousand taels of silver, and the words behind him couldn't get into his ears.

"Girl, you've picked up all the medicinal herbs."

Hey, but Fu Qing heard what the medicine disciple said again.

After all, when the medicine is complete, she can go back to fry the water, and when the medicine is decoctioned, she will be free, and when she is free, she will be able to go to the city lord's house, and if she cures the little boy, she will have a thousand taels of silver, and when she has this thousand taels of silver, the days of freedom are close at hand!

It's all about money, and she can't afford to delay.

So when the people of the Xue Mansion were still giving money for medicinal materials, Fu Qing had already run away.

"Miss Fu, you're back."

Xue Fengqian stood in front of the guest room with a smile, extremely polite. I saw that he was holding a porcelain-white tray in his arms, and the plate was filled with dragon grass fed with clear water.

Fu Qing didn't hear it, as if he had been picked up by a poor ghost, and swept past him with a gust of wind and waves, lifting the corners of his thick robe, but he had no intention of stopping, let alone responding to him.

The corners of Xue Feng's forehead twitched slightly, and when he looked down, he saw that people were coiled, and the Dudulong grass was swept away by the gust of wind.

After a short stick of incense, another gust of wind blew into the passenger compartment. In the blink of an eye, he scraped out the passenger compartment again. Leaving a wounded with black lines on his face, staring at a steaming bowl of medicine.

Drink while it's hot and take your leave.

The door of the passenger compartment was slightly open, and these five words quickly dissipated in the wind, but they pierced someone's heart. The green tendons on his forehead burst, and he really wanted to slap the medicine bowl over.

The more Jiang Congao thought about it, the more angry he became, and in a fit of anger, he raised his big hand, picked up the bowl, and drank the bitter and unpleasant medicinal juice. With another wave of his hand, the empty bowl was swung against the snow-white wall and shattered.

Besides, Fu Qing inquired all the way in the city, and finally came to the door of the vault.

The mansion of the lord of Guxiang City, the gate of vermilion lacquer was closed at this time. Fu Qing stepped forward and lightly buckled the door knocker, and it took a long time for someone to answer the door. The servant opened the door a small crack and secretly looked at the visitor behind the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I've heard that your house is consulting famous doctors, presumably there are seriously ill people in the house, and I happen to have some medical skills, can you let me take a look?"

"You?" When the next person saw that she was a thin little girl, she was young and looked like a flower, and she estimated which family's daughter she was, and teased him, so she didn't believe it. didn't want to think about it, so he had to close the door and drive her away, "The famous Dr. Chen can't be cured, what can you do as a little girl?" Hurry up, let's go, don't have fun with me. ”

"Hey, aren't you afraid that this closing of the door will block your little master's way of life?" Fu Qing stretched out his hand to block the door and said, "Isn't your little master a cure for anyone?" If you take me in, and if I can't cure me, you will say that your savior is heartfelt, so he let me in, and your lord will not blame you. But if I am cured..."

That's a great merit. Fu Qing didn't finish speaking, leaving half of the words for Jun to imagine.

This person was obviously moved, and everyone understands this easy-to-understand interest. When he no longer stopped it, he personally led Fu Qing to the city lord.

"Master, this girl said that she could cure the little master's life."

On the wide and firm Taishi chair, a middle-aged man with a sad face was sitting. It can be seen that he is anxious about his son's difficult illness, not at all like the lord of a city with iron and blood, as if he is just an ordinary father who feels sorry for his child.

Gu Chengyi sat in the main seat of the living room, holding his forehead with his hand, his brows tightly locked, and he closed his eyes and pondered. At this time, the next person's words were like a heavenly sound, pulling him out of his incomprehensible thoughts. There was no lack of joy in his open eyes, but when he saw the soft and weak little girl next to his subordinate, a trace of hesitation quickly flashed in his eyes.

Fu Qing saw the hesitation clearly, but he didn't feel annoyed at all. After all, if she changes her perspective, she will also have doubts about herself.

She was only a little curious, how would this city lord treat her next? Do you want to get out of the house immediately, or...?

Gu Chengyi got up from the main seat, and Fu Qing found that this Gu Xiang City Lord was tall, as strong as a bear, and his steps were steady, like a wall standing a few inches away from her.

His face was extremely solemn, Fu Qing was secretly frightened, and involuntarily covered the dagger in his shirt, ready to make a move at any time.

"Doctor, Yan'er will ask you."

Gu Chengyi bowed deeply.

This is a big gamble, and those people can't cure Yan'er. If the bet is lost, then Yan'er's fate should be like this, but if he wins, maybe it can bring a little vitality to Yan'er. At this life-and-death juncture, he saw it very clearly.

Fu Qing admitted that she was just for the reward.

But she really didn't expect that this lord of a city, a dignified seven-foot man, would bend down a straight waist to a woman for the sake of his own child who was infected with a bad disease.

No, perhaps the object of his condescension was a healer. Even if this healer is a woman. He gave her enough respect, but it made her secretly ashamed of her intentions.

Then, Fu Qing nodded solemnly at Gu Chengyi, with a rare serious look,

"I'm going to do my best."