On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The abbot's voice sounded a little tired, but very excited.

"Ruyu, to make a long story short, I just want to let you know that I'm safe and I'm back and lying down."

"That insulating suit is very useful. I put it on according to your instructions and it relieved the mountain's attraction to me."

"That's a gold mine. What are you going to do? Although I'm not the kind of person who's greedy for money, I can't let this thing fall into the hands of someone like Mu."

Yan Ruyu listened to him and said thoughtfully: "I understand. I'll think of a way. You don't need to make it public for now."

"Of course. I'm a tight-lipped person. I didn't tell Yinding and the others today. By the way, I also got some food and herbs from his warehouse. You can go home and have a look tomorrow. I plan to give the herbs to Lao Cao and send the food to the ruined temple."

"Okay," Yan Ruyu said, "Then you should take a good rest first. Leave the rest to me. When we go there again, you will come out again. You will be of great use."

The abbot's voice was full of laughter: "Okay, no problem."

Yan Ruyu hung up the call happily, feeling relieved. No matter what, it was a good thing that the abbot returned safely.

As for the mountain, Yan Ruyu's eyes turned cold. The abbot was right. They were not the kind of people who were greedy for money or had evil intentions when they saw wealth. If the Yuan and Mu families were good people, not to mention not touching their things, even helping them a little would not be a problem.

But it is obvious that both the Yuan and Mu families are not good people. Too much wealth falling into the hands of evil people will not make them better, but will only make them do greater evil.

She thought that she could discuss it with Governor Cao and put the gold into the Youcheng treasury.

I was thinking about all sorts of things in my mind and fell asleep before I knew it.

Suddenly, something like oil paint slowly rose in her space, like a flowing colored cloud.

It is very similar to the situation before meeting Lou Tingyu.

It’s a pity that Yan Ruyu didn’t see it.

At the same time, in the palace on the top of the mountain shrouded in night and fog, the man in white opened his eyes.

Opposite his bed was a stone table. Under the candlelight, the sand table on the table made a slight sound.

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's so fast, she is really a wonderful person, I can't help but want to meet her."

There were footsteps outside the palace, and someone whispered, "Palace Master, there is a letter from Mr. Mo."

The man in the white robe did not answer immediately. He flicked his sleeves and waited until the sand table disappeared before he slowly spoke: "Read."

"Palace Master, the letter said that the family who found the map has been wiped out, but the map has not been found yet. He is still looking for it. In addition, he found out that there is a mine near Youcheng, so he requested to send a geomancer to help."

The man in white narrowed his eyes and asked casually, "What mine?"

"He didn't say that in his letter."

"Humph, what a joke! If it's just some worthless junk, is it worth it for me to send someone to inspect it? Is there any news from the Ninth Princess?"

"Replying to the Palace Master, not yet."

"Tell Mr. Mo not to just make requests. He hasn't done what he promised me. Let's make some chaos in the capital first."

"Yes."

A black bird blended into the night and quickly disappeared.

It was the next day that Mr. Mo saw the black bird.

After reading the letter, his eyes turned cold, and with a flick of his fingertips, the letter fell into the brazier.

"They are all short-sighted people who will not do anything without profit. They will not release the eagle until they see the rabbit.

"However," he said with a fierce look in his eyes, "I have been passive in everything recently. There are too many unhappy things. I need to do something happy."

He thought for a moment and tapped the window frame.

The servant walked briskly: "Sir, what do you want?"

"How's the situation in the capital?"

"Sir, according to the latest intelligence, the emperor is still ill. The weather in the capital is unusually cold this year. I heard that it snowed a few days ago, causing the emperor's illness to become more serious. According to our people, he has called the ministers to the palace several times late at night."

Mr. Mo put his finger on his forehead, closed his eyes slightly and said nothing. The servant lowered his head and dared not breathe.

"Xiaoyaosan's sales outlets in Beijing," Mr. Mo said after a long while, "remove half of them."

The servant was slightly surprised and looked up at him: "Half? But, sir, there are less than ten sales outlets in the capital."

Mr. Mo raised his lips slightly and said, "Leave three."

The servant moved his lips slightly, but didn't dare to ask more questions, and lowered his head again: "Yes."

"The remaining three points will be sold at triple the price."

"Yes!"

Mr. Mo laughed softly, his voice like a devil's whisper: "Our prince doesn't have that much patience. I want to see if he has the guts to kill his father and his king under such circumstances."

The winter in the capital is exceptionally long this year. In the past, the weather would warm up soon after the first month of the lunar calendar, and the ten-mile willow street outside the palace would be covered with new green leaves.

But today there was no movement at all.

Not only that, the eunuch in charge of purchasing charcoal went out of the palace to buy two more batches, and nearly half of them were delivered to the emperor's bedroom.

Ever since the emperor drank together with his ministers, concubines and princes at the palace banquet at the end of the year, he has not appeared in public since.

Other palace banquets and the like were all hosted by the Crown Prince.

As the charcoal fire entered the palace, the imperial physicians took turns for two or three days, took the emperor's pulse every day, and then the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau lived in the palace, an atmosphere that no one dared to say but was understood in each other's eyes flowed slowly and turbulently.

Especially recently, not only the imperial physician, but even the important ministers of the regent have been called into the palace several times.

In the East Palace, the prince was lying on a couch under the window with his chest exposed and barefoot.

The bedding on the couch was changed to silk, which was extremely smooth. It was not because he was too extravagant, but because after using Xiaoyao Powder for a certain period of time, the skin would turn red, hot, and become sensitive.

If the clothes you wear or the fabric you use are a little rougher, you will feel very uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes. Several palace maids and eunuchs were kneeling beside the couch. They were all scared to death, but they didn't even dare to tremble.

There was silence in the hall.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside and the eunuch in charge came in, wrapped in a cold outfit.

The prince opened his eyes and motioned for him to come forward.

This little bit of coolness is nothing to the current prince; instead, it makes him more comfortable.

"Your Highness, someone has indeed entered the palace again tonight."

The prince sat up straight and waved his hand for everyone else to leave: "Who is it?"

The eunuch lowered his voice and leaned forward: "Your Highness, it's the old Prime Minister."

The prince's eyes narrowed slightly. "Is it him? Could it be that Father really wants to entrust the affairs of state to them?"

The eunuch in charge said in a flattering voice: "Congratulations, Your Highness. Congratulations, Your Highness."

The prince smiled for a moment, then said seriously, "The matter is not clear yet, and the emperor has not issued an order, so we can't speak lightly."

"Your Highness, your position is now stable. The East Palace is the future king, and everyone knows it. The emperor entrusted other adults to pave the way for you."

That's right, he is the crown prince, and when the emperor passes away, the throne will naturally fall to him.

"Change your clothes. I am going to see the old prime minister."