Chapter 17: Lack of money

"Six--silver-coins?"

The money here is converted like this, one gold coin is equal to ten silver coins, and it is equal to one hundred copper coins.

Yun Zimo took out her pocket, and only took out two silver coins, these two silver coins were already her entire net worth, she didn't expect it to be so expensive to buy a few pills.

"Then, I'll take these two pills first."

Yun Zimo selected the medicinal herbs that were needed for two suits and the price was within two silver coins, she handed the silver coins to the guy in the shop, and then left there.

The guy put away the money, with an incomprehensible smile on the corner of his mouth, and cleaned up the medicinal herbs on the counter, ready to put them back in their original places.

"Qinghan", a nice male voice came out of the cabinet, and the shop guy heard the voice and immediately rushed to the cabinet.

"Master"

The man in white was lying comfortably on the recliner, and Qing Han stood in front of him, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

"It's a woman just now?" , the handsome man on the recliner asked with half-squinted eyes.

"Exactly", Qing Han replied truthfully.

"What is she doing here?"

"Back to the master, she came to grab a few medicines"

"Oh?"

The man was strange, so he handed the piece of paper with the name of the medicine left by Yun Zimo to the man.

The man took the paper, his purple eyes looked at the medicinal materials written on it seriously, and after looking at it for a moment, suddenly a bright smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth, "Hahaha", the man laughed.

Qing Han felt strange in his heart, and the woman who was standing next to the man and serving was also strange.

"Why is the master smiling so happily? Isn't there something funny written on this paper? Qing Kite asked.

Qing Han didn't think it was a funny thing, he had read it on it, and it was all some ordinary drug names, nothing strange.

But for Mo Lengrong, it was a funny thing, the medicinal materials written on this paper were the most ordinary and harmless medicinal materials individually, but if they were carefully blended, they could refine deadly poisons.

That woman bought these pills, did she want to refine the poison? Interesting, when did she learn to refine poison?

"Did she buy all the medicinal herbs?" , Mo Lengrong continued to ask.

"No, I only bought two suits"

"Oh? Why? ”

"She. . . It seems that it is because he has no money", Qing Han said resignedly, as if he had no money to buy medicine.

The purple eyes suddenly became dark and far-reaching, looking out of the door, "Her life is also quite hard"

The meaning of Mo Lengrong's words is intriguing.

"Does the master know her?" Qing Kite asked cautiously.

Qing Kite must have thought about this question for a long time before asking, she has always been cautious by Rong Fan's side, she will never ask more if she shouldn't ask, it seems that this time she is really confused.

She had never seen Rong Fan care so much about a person, and he had never seen anyone outside the pavilion, but he seemed to have known that person for a long time, as if he could recognize the other party just by a voice.

Qing Kite's eyes were a little dim, she originally thought that her master didn't care about anyone or anything, but just now a voice outside the pavilion made him pay so much attention, even if she stayed by his side for so many years, he had never been like this.

The corners of Mo Lengrong's mouth hooked a heartless smile, and the smile was deeply meaningful.

Yun Zimo took the two pills and returned to the General's Mansion, those two pills could only refine a spice with a strange fragrance, which could make people hallucinate for a short time, but it could not cause great harm to people.

She was really helpless, and the money she brought was only enough to buy these two pills, and she was worried about money for the first time.