"The emperor is a clear guide, the minister just saw the medicine of Lan Baihu, the effect is amazing, and when he saw the hunting heart, he wanted to tell the emperor as soon as possible. There is no greed for ink and blue hundred households to make medicine!"

Mao Xiang was taken aback, and hurriedly defended himself: "Besides, Lan Baihu's medicine is owned by him alone, and the minister can't get the medicine even if he wants to be greedy for his merits!"

God testifies that he really didn't think about greedy for Lan Bin's pharmaceutical skills, he just wanted to follow Lan Bin to drink soup and make a report.

Moreover, he is the Jinyi Guard, the eyes and ears of the emperor, and it is his duty to report the news to the emperor.

Reporting the good news to Zhu Yuanzhang is logical.

This even aroused Zhu Yuanzhang's suspicions.

This made him a little nervous, wondering if he had fallen out of favor.

As the emperor's eagle dog, once he falls out of favor in front of the emperor, he is basically not far from death.

As soon as Zhu Yuanzhang saw Mao Xiang's reaction, he knew that his reaction was a little excessive, but he didn't explain, let alone make any savings, but said lightly: "Let's just talk casually, get up!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Mao Xiang stood up nervously and secretly observed Zhu Yuanzhang, trying to see something, but unfortunately he didn't see anything.

"Someone..."

Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to call someone again, and when he called Lan Bin over, his heart moved, and he said, "The death row prisoners in Jinyi Weizhao Prison have all used Lan Bin's medicine?"

"I've used it all, and I've seen it with my own eyes!" Mao Xiang nodded.

"Okay, let's go and see what is so good about Lan Bin's medicine!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said that he would leave, and when he left the Qianqing Palace, he summoned the civil officials who had avoided him, and asked them to continue to watch the recital for him.

When he arrived at Zhao Prison, without Zhu Yuanzhang's instructions, Mao Xiang consciously asked people to escort the death row prisoners cured by Lan Bin's medicine to Zhu Yuanzhang.

At the same time, in order to prevent the condemned prisoner from disturbing the holy drive, before the condemned prisoner was escorted out, he also specially asked people to gag the mouth of the condemned prisoner.

When the condemned prisoner was escorted to Zhu Yuanzhang, Mao Xiang took on the role of narrator and took the initiative to say: "Your Majesty, please see, this person has been tortured many times before, and his body is full of scars, and the scars are inflamed and rotten."

"And now, under Lan Baihu's medicine, the wound has begun to heal, and it is neither red nor swollen."

As he spoke, he lifted the clothes of the condemned prisoner with his hands, revealing the faint marks of scars left on his body.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't pay attention to the struggle of the death row prisoner, let alone care that the death row prisoner's mouth was blocked, and his attention kept moving with Mao Xiang's introduction.

Although the scars on the condemned prisoner's body have healed, the scars before the drug test can not be seen. But the scars on the death row still give people a strong contrast.

After looking at the five death row prisoners in succession, the more Zhu Yuanzhang looked at it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but say, "Mao Xiang, what is the name of this kid's medicine Lan Bin?" How much does it cost, can it be provided in large quantities?"

"What other diseases can this medicine cure besides trauma?"

"This... Don't you know?" Mao Xiang was asked, and said a little embarrassed.

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned, and said with some displeasure: "I don't know this, so what else do you know?"

"Minister... Minister..."Mao Xiang was speechless.

He didn't know anything about Lan Bin's medicine except that it had amazing effects.

It's not that Lan Bin didn't tell him, but he didn't remember it.

Especially the ones that Lan Bin told him, he had never heard of them, like the name of the medicine is Qingsu, the ghost knows why Lan Bin gave the medicine such a tongue-twisting and difficult to remember.

and the production process of that medicine, which made him feel like listening to the heavens.

Causing him to hear it and forget it.

Zhu Yuanzhang saw Mao Xiang's appearance, and while he was angry, he finally decided that Mao Xiang reported good news to him, not because he was robbing Lan Bin. He didn't even know the name of Lan Bin's medicine, what kind of work did he rob?

Thinking about it, he glared at Mao Xiao: "What are you doing in a daze? Don't let anyone call us for Lan Bin yet!" Look at the book

"Your Majesty, please Blue

Hundreds of households come to Zhao Prison, or..." Mao Xiang just subconsciously wanted to arrange someone to invite Lan Bin, and immediately reacted and said tentatively.

"Of course it's the Qianqing Palace, is Zhaojiao a place to talk about things?"

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at Mao Xiang again, then looked at the scars on the death row prisoner, turned around and drove back to the palace. …………

Blue House.

Lan Bin was lying on the rocking chair in the yard, shaking while enjoying the maid's shoulder beating, pinching legs, feeding fruits, closing his eyes slightly, and his expression was leisurely and comfortable.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

Just as Lan Bin was enjoying himself, Lan Wu's shout came.

Lan Bin, who closed his eyes slightly, ignored it until there was a sound of hurried footsteps in his ears, and then said, "Be quiet, it's noisy for me!"

"Young Master, the paper mill you asked for has been found!" Lan Wu came to Lan Bin and lowered his voice.

Lan Bin opened his eyes suddenly, revealing a touch of joy: "Really?"

Last time, I told Lan Wu to check the poorly run paper mill in the city, and then bought it, but there has been no news.

Whenever I ask, there is no paper mill that is not badly managed.

Afterwards, Lan Bin went to find out, only to find that paper in ancient times had been in short supply, and the paper mills that produced paper had few mismanagement in addition to natural and man-made disasters.

Moreover, there are not many papermaking workshops in Nanjing and Cheng.

In desperation, Lan Bin no longer urged Lan Wu, planning to find a suitable one in two days, so Lan Wu went to the prince Zhu Biao to see if he could rent a paper mill from the government to produce newspaper paper.

It's just that he didn't expect that Lan Wu found a paper mill again.

"Really!"

Lan Wu nodded: "There is a paper mill called Xinde in the west of the city, and the son of the owner of the paper mill has offended the nobles. The owner of the paper mill had to sell the paper mill and leave the country to avoid trouble."

"When the owner of the paper mill heard that we were looking for a paper mill, he took the initiative to find us and wanted to transfer the paper mill to us!"

"Really? Is this Shun Tak paper mill large? How many are there?" Lan Bin waved his hand to let the serving maid step back, sat up straight, and asked.

Lan Wu smiled: "This, I received the news, so I came to tell the young master about you. I haven't had time to see it yet!"

"Can I go to Sindh Paper Mill now?" Lan Bin said again.

Lan Wu nodded: "Young Master, I know the place, I'll take you there!"

"Let's go, let's see!"

Lan Bin raised his eyebrows, gave up the initial rest for half an hour, and then went to do the experiment, got up and greeted Lan Wu, and walked towards the outside of the Lan Mansion together, not forgetting to tell the entourage to prepare the carriage on Thursday.

When Lan Bin and Lan Wu came to the outside of the mansion for a while, the carriage was led over, and they got into the carriage together, preparing to go to the Xinde Paper Mill in the west of the city.

"Blue Hundred Households Stay!"

At this moment, a brocade-clothed guard came on horseback and shouted from afar.