Ye Chao pondered for a moment and then spoke, he said, "Song Yizhi, are you sure that the materials you grabbed are okay?" Don't you have to weigh it? ”

Generally speaking, alchemists don't use it, but doctors do, and incense artists who prepare incense will also use it.

The most important thing in blending incense is the amount of spices, and the amount of each spice is different, and the finished product is different.

In short, it's a fraction of a second.

"I know what I know." Song Yizhi took out a branch to mix the powder in the container evenly, and then held the container and handed it over.

Yechao lowered his head and sniffed slightly.

"Not really." Ye Chao looked up at Song Yizhi and said truthfully, "That fragrance is very rich, but this fragrance is very light." ”

Ye Chao couldn't help but suspect that Song Yizhi was really not coming to Hu Lai.

Seeing Ye Chao's suspicious face, Song Yizhi glanced at him, "I haven't burned incense yet." ”

As he spoke, Song Yizhi took out an incense burner.

When the smoke slowly rose, the fragrance came out, and the complexion of the night court changed.

It's the taste!

But this one smells stronger than what I smelled last night!

As the incense burns, the rich fragrance fills the room.

The Night Dynasty is accompanied by spiritual plants and pills all year round, and the medicinal effect of incense does not have much effect on him, but he is calming down to distinguish the medicinal effect of incense.

Song Yizhi stood aside with his arms crossed, looking at Ye Chao's serious analysis of incense, thoughtful.

I haven't mixed incense for a long time, and my hands are raw.

I want to ...... Forget it, the hero doesn't mention the courage of the year, and besides, it's not something worth remembering.

The incense was extinguished after the night dynasty was almost distinguished, but the residual fragrance in the house was still too strong.

The two of them walked out of the alchemy room in unison, ready to breathe.

Ye Chao looked at Song Yizhi's calmness with everything under control, and said, "Do you know how to make incense?" ”

It is impossible for Song Yizhi to know the recipe of incense, and her grasp of the amount of spices should be very accurate, which can only be done by people who weigh the amount all year round.

To sum up, Song Yizhi is definitely good at fragrance, and she should be a perfumer.

Song Yizhi categorically couldn't admit it, she said, "No, I just know a little bit about it." ”

Ye Chao looked at Song Yizhi and didn't know whether to ask.

She didn't know a thing or two about dosage.

"I know what you want to ask, it's nothing more than my control of the dose." Song Yizhi said.

The night is on the bow.

Song Yizhi raised his hand, "I've been cooking for so many years, for me, cooking with seasonings and mixing spices is the same." ”

The night dynasty always felt that Song Yizhi was fooling himself, but when he thought about it carefully, it did make some sense.

"I didn't fool you." Song Yizhi pinched a trick for himself to remove the dust, and continued to speak, "For example, pickled fish, I need to mix the marinade in advance and round it off, the ingredients and flavors are almost the same." ”

Night Dynasty: "......"

She has a point, but the interlacing is like a mountain!

However, this can also explain her precise control of dosage, as for the ...... of fragrance, it can only be said that she is talented.

"I just identified it, it's poison." Ye Chao said, "Not only can it make people confused, but it can also make people confused and confused, and in the long run, it will make the monk irritable and violent, and finally explode and die." ”

Song Yizhi frowned.

Ye Chao's mood was also a little heavy, he frowned and said, "This is a chronic poison, it won't be how it will be at first, but as time deepens, it will become addictive, once the addiction can't be quit at all, as for what will happen after the addiction, I don't dare to speculate, I need someone to test the drug." ”

Song Yizhi spoke, "Catch a few people who are already addicted?" ”

Only by letting the night dynasty know what the situation of the person who is deeply poisoned can he prescribe the right medicine.

"Feasible." Night Chao nodded.

Song Yizhi raised his hand and patted his chest and spoke, "Leave this matter to me." ”

Ye Chao nodded, "You can also recover from the flowers." ”

Song Yizhi nodded, and then went to the alchemy room.

Brewing was a tedious task, and by the time she had finished it, it was already dark.

Song Yizhi sealed several wine jars, raised his hand and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, "It should be okay to ferment for a few days." ”

Yachao nodded.

Song Yizhi rested in the courtyard for a while and then left.

Hai time.

As soon as the door of the Ecstasy Cave opened, countless people rushed to squeeze inside.

Song Yizhi, who was behind the crowd, was picking targets.

In a few moments, she had selected a few targets.

Song Yizhi squeezed through the crowd, and then left a mark on the target candidate.

Song Yizhi was the last group to go down to the underground flower building, she walked through the long corridor with the maid, and as soon as she arrived at the entrance of the lobby, she saw countless indescribable pictures.

"Tsk." Song Yizhi's eyebrows rose a little disgusted, she raised her hand against the tip of her nose, and said to the maid proudly with the eldest lady's shelf, "You, take me to the private room." ”

The maid responded, and then took Song Yizhi to the second floor.

Walking to the door of a private room, the maid pushed the door open, and Song Yizhi dropped his request and walked straight in.

After a while, Ziwei, dressed in purple, came, knocked on the door, and got Song Yizhi's permission to come in.

When she saw Ziwei, Song Yizhi was not surprised, she raised her hand and waved her hand to signal Ziwei to sit and talk.

Ziwei sat down elegantly and said gently, "The girl came early today." ”

Song Yizhi answered, then raised his hand to support his face, and said with a little distress, "I'm going to the Refiner Conference in two days......

……

After chatting with Ziwei for more than an hour, Song Yizhi came out of the Joy Pavilion drunk.

Leaving the street, Song Yizhi raised his hand to support the wall to ease his drinking.

It's really too difficult to get words from Ziwei's mouth, but no matter how bad she is, she will already be overwhelmed by her.

Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi, who was holding on to the wall, sighed slightly, and then walked out of the darkness and walked up.

Song Yizhi, who noticed the arrival, instantly became vigilant, she listened to the footsteps that were getting closer and closer, and her somewhat confused head shot directly reflexively without distinguishing.

Rong Yueyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the short blade against the death hole, and his footsteps stopped.

It's very guarded.

Song Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was, and she lowered her hand and leaned against the wall behind her.

"Are you alright?" Rong Yueyuan stopped two steps away and didn't move forward.

Song Yizhi responded, and his voice was a little hoarse after drinking, which sounded a little charming.

Looking at the little girl with a sharp mouth, Rong Yueyuan took a step, and then bent down and reached out to hug her horizontally.

Sudden weightlessness made Song Yizhi subconsciously climb Rong Yueyuan's shoulder, she glanced at the well-defined man, and then leaned on his shoulder, squinting lazily and sleepily.

Rong Yueyuan didn't say anything, just hugged Song Yizhi and walked towards the inn.

After a while, Song Yizhi's lazy and coquettish voice sounded, "Don't worry, I won't fall into it." ”

After a while, the strength of the wine went down a lot, and my brain cleared up a little.

Rong Yueyuan responded, "I believe in you." ”

It's just that he's still worried.

Song Yizhi straightened up and looked at the man's angular face, "Fifth Elder, don't you dislike the bad smell?" ”

The smell of wine mixed with the fragrant incense smelled bad, and she herself was a little disgusted, and it was hard for Rong Yueyuan to throw herself out.

戥 (deng third sound) sub: The small scale that grabbed the Chinese medicine

(End of chapter)