Queen Mother, she just wants to lie down

At the beginning of April 9th, Feng Changbai, who was in a very good mood, was having fun with his newly adopted concubine in his yard.

The Fairy Ointment has only been officially released for more than half a month, and it has already become a huge hit.

The ten rouge shops in the city have almost sold out of the fairy ointment, and each shop has ordered another two hundred bottles.

A dozen businessmen with a keen sense of smell from other places came to place orders one after another.

There are hundreds of bottles at least, and one or two thousand bottles at most.

In addition to the orders of 20,000 bottles placed by the Mu family and the Yang family, he now has 60,000 bottles of orders in hand.

Looking at the order in his hand, Feng Changbai felt as if he saw countless mountains of gold and silver coming towards him, and he couldn't even think about whether he was happy or not.

"Master, please try this cherry." Meiji used two white and slender jade fingers to pick up a large washed cherry and put it into Feng Changbai's mouth.

Feng Changbai's head was currently resting on Mei Ji's legs. When Mei Ji was feeding her, her plump and soft breasts kept swaying in front of his eyes.

With a thought in Feng Changbai's heart, he was about to pounce on Mei Ji and make a fuss about it on the soft couch.

Unexpectedly, just as his arms wrapped around Mei Ji's soft waist, the door of the flower hall was kicked open by someone.

Feng Chang Boteng sat up from the soft couch with a loud sound. Before he could get angry, he saw Mr. Yin rushing in like an angry fire-breathing dragon.

"I'm sorry, uncle, we can't stop him." The steward and maid who followed him in complained repeatedly.

Feng Changbai took a careful look at Mr. Yin, whose face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, and his eyes were burning with fire, and his heart suddenly began to beat.

"You guys go out first." Feng Changbai took a breath and asked Mei Ji and the maid in charge to leave.

After Mei Ji and the steward maid left, he stood up and walked to the coffee table, pulled out a chair, and cautiously said: "Mr. Yin, sit down."

After three years of getting along with him, he still didn't know the origin of Mr. Yin, but he knew that this person was definitely him, and he was someone the Feng family could not afford to offend.

"Feng Changbai, who gave you the courage to pick all the flowers in the Xiyue Valley without my permission?" Mr. Yin stared at him with a cold gaze.

"Yin, Mr. Yin, there are so many customers purchasing fairy ointment right now. The quantity we ordered before cannot be satisfied at all, so..."

Feng Changbai was so stared at that he felt chills in his heart. He stammered and explained to him what had happened recently.

He didn't dare to offend Mr. Yin, not only because of his mysterious origins, but also because of his endless variety of strange methods.

The more reason is because of the formula of the fairy balm.

Only he and Pharmacist Wu can prepare the formula for the fairy ointment.

Although there are dozens of people in the ointment-making workshop now, only Mr. Yin and Pharmacist Wu know how to accurately prepare the formula.

Wu Yaoshi is also Mr. Yin's man, and he only listens to him in everything.

Once Mr. Yin is offended and he quits, the business will be completely ruined.

Last year, Uncle Feng Chang was worried that Mr. Yin was mastering the Fengjia recipe, so he carefully observed Mr. Yin's making methods.

I also saved some flowers privately and had people try out Mr. Yin's production method several times.

As a result, every time I made something, it was completely different from what Mr. Yin made, almost disfiguring me.

From then on, he didn't dare to mess around anymore.

"The Mu family and Yang San each came to you and placed an order for 20,000 bottles of fairy ointment. Aren't you worried that they are setting you up to trap you?" After hearing this, Mr. Yin's expression did not ease, but became even colder. a bit.

"Everyone is doing business to make money. The Fairy Ointment is our exclusive product and has remarkable effects. The Mu family and the Yang family are not short of money. They see market opportunities and there is no problem in pre-ordering tens of thousands of bottles in advance?

As for setting up a trap? What bureau is set? Should we add some bad things to our fairy ointment to frame us, or should we find a powerful pharmacist to analyze the ingredients and then imitate it?

The former, for such an expensive thing, they have no enmity with us, so there is no need for them to do such a big thing to harm us.

The most important thing is that they will do no good if they harm us.

The latter, as long as they can't find the exotic flowers and don't know the recipe, it's impossible to imitate it. "Feng Changbai said.

Of course he had thought about this problem, but after much thought he could not find the reason why they cheated him.

Mr. Yin was immediately choked by him. He then remembered that Feng Changbai knew nothing about the true efficacy of poppy. He was silent for a moment, and then said with a cold face:

"You can't set up a trap to deceive people without a reason? I can only say that you have little knowledge.

But you have already picked the flowers, so there is no use talking about it anymore. Forget it this time. If there is another time, our cooperation will end here.

You should know that even if I don’t come to you to offer my immortal ointment, there are countless people vying to cooperate with me. "

After he said this, he turned around and left without looking back.

After leaving Feng Changbo's courtyard, Mr. Yin returned to the courtyard allocated to him by Feng's family, went into the study and wrote a letter.

After finishing writing, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the courtyard. After a while, a black image appeared like a ghost.

"Send this letter to Magistrate Zhang. By the way, has anyone in particular paid attention to this place recently?" Mr. Yin asked casually when handing him the letter.

The shadow hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.

"Yes or no?" Mr. Yin saw his hesitation and couldn't help but frown and asked.

"No." Black Shadow shook his head firmly.

When the Feng family's uncle returned home a few days ago, he seemed to sense a strange aura following him.

Then he went over to check and didn't see any suspicious people. Maybe he sensed it wrong.

On April 15th, Mrs. Qin, the wife of Magistrate Zhang, who had been ill for more than a month and finally got better, went to Mingzhao Temple to offer incense.

She burned a stick of incense in front of the Buddha, lit a votive lamp, and added some sesame oil money. Then she knelt down on the futon and listened to the master's sermons for more than half an hour.

When she came out, she was already covered in sweat. When she went down the stairs, her legs softened and she almost fell. Fortunately, the maid next to her had quick eyesight and caught her in time: "Madam, be careful."

"It doesn't matter." Mrs. Qin waved her hand.

Thinking of what her husband had known and done in the past two years, her already haggard face became even more ugly.

She and her husband were childhood sweethearts. After they got married, they supported each other and have always had a tacit understanding of their relationship until now.

Until two years ago, there was an extra girl in the family, and everything changed...

Mingzhao Temple is located on the east side of Qiyi Mountain in the south of Fu'an, more than ten miles away from Fu'an city.

There is a section of the mountain road in the middle that is very steep, with a bottomless valley below.

Fortunately, Mingzhao Temple is very famous in Fu'an, and many people go up the mountain to offer incense. The road is strong and spacious, and accidents rarely occur.

Mrs. Qin has been to Mingzhao Temple countless times, and nothing happened.

Unexpectedly, when the carriage reached the corner this time, the horse suddenly started jumping manically as if it had been stimulated.

Mrs. Qin and the maid in the car were caught off guard and were almost thrown out.

"Zhao Liu, how are you driving? Stop the horse quickly." Qin's maid Qingzhu held Qin's hand tightly with one hand and grabbed the handrail in the car with the other, and shouted at the driver outside.

The coachman Zhao Liu seemed to be unable to hear. Instead of reining in the reins, he raised the whip in his hand and whipped the horse hard.

At the same time, he jumped up, rolled off the shaft of the car, and fell into the grass next to him.

The already crazy horse was whipped by him, and immediately raised its hooves and rushed towards the cliff below.

The cars behind were naturally carried down the cliff together.

When the people behind saw this scene, they were so frightened that they screamed!