The boss who came from the end of the world, she is sick and needs to be cured

Zhao Jing was a little impatient and handed over a dozen miscellaneous spirit beads, "No need to introduce, just use what you said. Are these enough?"

The shopkeeper opened his palm to catch the spirit bead, and was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. It took him a while to realize what he was doing, and he looked at Zhao Jing in disbelief, "Is the girl really planning to exchange the spirit bead for the Four Treasures of the Study?"

"Yeah. Is that enough?"

The shopkeeper took the spirit beads to the counter and looked at them carefully, "Girl, these are mixed spirit beads. They contain five kinds of spirit energy. They are the lowest kind. They are produced by officials and can be traded. A five spirit spirit beads are mixed The current market price of the spirit beads is one hundred taels of silver, and the total number you have here is twelve, which is equivalent to one thousand two hundred taels. The four treasures of the study happen to be at the same price."

"Oh, that's okay. Bring over the Four Treasures of the Study. I'll choose some more books." Zhao Jing went to the bookshelf and took out a large pile at random, then took the perpetual calendar from the small handbag, "How much is the total difference?"

The shopkeeper picked up the stack of books one by one and looked at them. He flipped the abacus and said, "Just add one tael of silver. If there is more, give it to the girl."

"Then pack it up."

Zhao Jing stuffed the packed books into He Zheng's arms, went to the grocery store to buy some more, and went straight to the inn.

In the guest room of the inn, He Zheng, who had been silent for a long time, put the book on the table and looked at Zhao Jing with a look like "You are just stupid and have too much money." "These four treasures of the study can't be sold for less than one thousand and two thousand dollars in a town like this." One hundred taels, at most eight hundred taels.”

"Then you didn't tell me earlier! It's an afterthought!"

He Zheng pursed his lips, and just as he was about to say something, Zhao Jing said, "If you want to say something in the future, say it earlier, otherwise you will hold it back and never say it! It will affect my mood!"

He Zheng: "..." He also suffered a lot and was deceived a lot before he knew these prices.

Clothing stores, snack stores, grocery stores, fabric stores, etc. successively delivered the things Zhao Jing bought, filling half the room.

Zhao Jing organized her things, leaving a perpetual calendar and a custom book outside, and put the rest in He Zheng's space ring.

He Zheng was curious and it was difficult to ask, so he could only hold it in.

Later, Zhao Jing took a hot bath, ate salty peanuts, and drank some wine. She felt that this life was more comfortable than the days when zombies were sieging the city, always running away, fearful, and struggling to survive. How many times!

Moreover, there is a beautiful woman to accompany you!

Although the beauty is a little reluctant and her face is a little ugly, it does not affect her happy mood at all!

When life is easy, people tend to make mistakes.

Looking at He Zheng's handsome and somewhat embarrassed face, Zhao Jing smiled like a flower. She held a wine bottle in one hand and raised her body with the other to meet He Zheng's eyes, "Come on, beauty, smile!"

He Zheng's peaceful face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot! He took the flask and took a sip, ignoring her.

Zhao Jing was not angry either. She took a sip from the corner of the beauty's lips and asked, "Beauty, what month is it today?"

Finally asking the question that had been lingering in her heart, Zhao Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Didn't you buy a perpetual calendar? Read it yourself!"

Zhao Jing's cheeks were red and slightly smoked. She took Wannian and put it into He Zheng's hand, "I want you to turn it over to me!"

An idea flashed in her mind: if there were officers and soldiers checking the household registration, the moment He Zheng took out the household registration, she would use her power to add her name to He Zheng's household registration, and her identity would be written as his wife.

In this way, without anyone noticing, He Zheng would not say a word if he found out. After all, he was still counting on her to help him get revenge!

She no longer has to think of ways to find paper or ink.

In these ancient times, it was not easy to check whether she was included in the official records of He Zheng's household registration. By the time she found out, she had probably already added her name to the official file.

Haha, perfect! Perfect!

Zhao Jing laughed unconsciously and drooled.

Hearing the giggles, He Zheng, who was holding the perpetual calendar reluctantly, glanced at Zhao Jing and said with disgust: "Dooling!"

Zhao Jing sucked back her saliva, pulled He Zheng's arm away, and got into his arms, "Did you turn it over? Let me see?"

He Zheng turned the perpetual calendar to today's date, folded back the lower right corner, and stuffed it into Zhao Jing's arms, "Look at it slowly."

Zhao Jing looked at "Ji Hai Year, Geng Wu Month, Xin Si Day" and felt that she knew every word, but she didn't know what month it was. She took it and asked He Zheng, "Brother Zheng, I don't study well. I don't know the heavenly stems and earthly branches." I understand, just tell me."

He Zheng looked at me with another idiot look, and closed the custom book he had just opened, "I'm telling you, you don't understand either. You just need to remember that today is the 11th day of May in the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse."

"How do you know I don't understand even if you don't tell me?"

He Zheng stared at Zhao Jing who raised her beautiful face, pouted her lips, and looked at him angrily, her breath stagnated, and she kissed him unconsciously.

It was late at night and the sound insulation of the house was poor. Even the slightest noise could be heard clearly.

The two of them were getting ready to sleep when they heard something moving next door. They immediately leaned against the wall in tacit agreement and listened.

Next door, a man in black entered through the window, knelt in front of the person sitting on the edge of the bed, cupped his hands and said:

"Master, Youlan Palace has suffered heavy losses. Three guardians and dozens of disciples' soul stones were shattered and died at the same time. The specific cause of death is not yet clear. A deputy palace master is missing. Now, the Youlan Palace team is heading to Daiyun Mountain. Rush in the direction, Youlan Palace's troops are empty."

The man on the edge of the bed waved his hand, and the man in black immediately retreated.

Zhao Jing looked at He Zheng. He Zheng's face turned green and white, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

In this way, He Yao is not a principal, but a deputy. That's right, it's not appropriate for a teenage girl to be the master of a palace.

The two of them were just about to go to bed when they heard someone from the other side of the room climb through the window and enter the room. They walked a few steps, probably to the bedside, and then climbed out the window again.

Zhao Jing got up and dressed, "I'll go out and take a look."

It was too late for He Zheng to stop him.

It was pitch dark everywhere, the moon was dark and the wind was high, it was difficult to see anything clearly, and it was extremely friendly to night walks.

Perhaps other night walkers took care of the dogs guarding the yard. Zhao Jing went all the way from the inn at the east end of the town to the wealthy family at the west end of the town to take the crock pot chicken cooked in the steamer, but no dog noticed her.

Zhao Jing returned with chicken soup and a basin of warm water.

Turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Zhao Jing slept until three o'clock in the morning when she found He Zheng standing by the window, warily looking through the gap in the window propped up by the pole in the direction of the next door.

Zhao Jing got dressed and walked over, just in time to see a man wearing a cyan brocade suit with dark patterns and black shoes walking past. He didn't see his face, so he didn't know what he looked like. Behind this man was a guard dressed in black... holding a knife?

This black clothes is different from the black clothes that were buried before. I don’t know if they are accomplices.

Zhao Jing mouthed: "Know?"