A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

Injection was not a problem, Wen Meijiu was already very familiar with this action, but giving an injection to a man's buttocks was her first time as a grown woman.

The worst part was that she had to pull his pants off first.

"This is nothing, it's much easier than killing someone."

In the past, she had never thought about it in this regard, and now she has encountered a situation where even she herself despises herself for being pretentious.

"Why are you going in? This is our box. I haven't agreed to let you in yet..."

The door was slammed with a loud bang. Zhi Zheng couldn't help but open the door. Two men and one woman outside the door pointed at Zhi Zheng's nose and accused him, which made Wen Meijiu upset.

There is no time left. Young Master Wang is now lying unconscious on the bed, no different from a dead pig. She just needs to give him the injection.

With half-closed eyes, she pulled down Prince Wang's clothes, and soon a corner of flesh was exposed. Based on her memory of the location, she closed her eyes, and pushed the medicine in fiercely with her hand.

When she pulled out the needle, she could still feel the muscles under her hand trembling slightly, probably because she had stabbed it too hard.

"You are lucky. This little crime is nothing."

Wen Meijiu muttered to herself quietly, which was a kind of comfort to Prince Wang, regardless of whether he could hear it or not.

After helping Young Master Wang to tidy up his clothes and put all the related things into the space, Wen Meijiu let out a long sigh and walked to the door with relaxed steps.

At the door, Zhi Zheng was being scolded so much that he wanted to say something back, but because the young master's life or death inside was uncertain, he forced himself to hold back and just blocked the door, not letting anyone in.

When the two men got tired of scolding each other, they let the woman take over.

A good man does not fight with a woman, and Zhizheng could not respond. The woman became more and more arrogant, tapping Zhizheng's chest and cursing his ancestors. The words were as ugly as they could be.

The shopkeeper took the money, but couldn't persuade the customer in front to leave, and couldn't afford to offend the customer behind, so he hid in an inconspicuous corner and watched the two sides quarreling as if they were watching a foreign spectacle. He also got two portions of silver.

Hearing the woman cursing with all her might, the shopkeeper became so angry that he couldn't help but chuckle. These customers are really one mountain higher than the other, especially the female customers.

"Stop fighting, what are you doing?"

When Wen Meijiu heard the scolding, she couldn't help but shout behind her to stop arguing. Should she open the door to listen to such a person being scolded?

Just plug the door and don't listen.

Zhi Zheng turned around and reduced the strength in his hands, allowing the woman to squeeze in.

Zhi Zheng reached out and hugged the woman's upper body, dragging her out the door.

This woman was no simple matter. She was originally a girl from a brothel. She was spotted by a man, redeemed, and kept outside as his mistress.

Today, she was finally brought out by the man to show her face, so she had to perform well to win the man's favor and take her home early.

"It's indecent! It's indecent!"

The woman struggled to squeeze through the door while shouting "molestation".

Zhi Zheng had never seen such a scene before. When she hesitated, the woman bit her hand. She escaped from the restraints and slipped into the door.

"At the critical moment, it all depends on Longyue's ability!"

The man was not ashamed of this, but proud of it. He was about to come in holding the hand of his male companion, but before his foot stepped over the threshold, his movements froze.

With his fingers pinching the woman's neck, Wen Meijiu pushed the woman out. When she reached the door, she looked around and saw the shopkeeper in the corner.

"Boss, you have taken our money. If she makes trouble again, don't blame me for being rude."

Reaching out and pushing the woman far away, Wen Meijiu's eyes were cold and murderous. He pulled the doors on both sides with both hands and was about to close the door. Young Master Wang was still unconscious inside and needed quiet.

The man, who had already stepped across the threshold, was scared, but his foot was already inside the threshold and his companions were watching him. It would be too cowardly to just pull back like that.

Unable to swallow this breath, he stretched out his finger tremblingly and said to the warm wine atmosphere:

"Everything has a first come first served. Why are you so overbearing and occupying the magpie's nest?"

Wen Meijiu smiled softly, gently pushed back his outstretched finger, and whispered:

"It's rude to point fingers at people like that. If you have any questions, you should go to the shopkeeper. After all, he is the one who took your money."

The man was stunned by Wen Meijiu's words and turned to look at the shopkeeper. Wen Meijiu did not forget to remind the shopkeeper:

"Shopkeeper, you took the money from them, didn't you?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then nodded after realizing what was happening.

"Go, find him."

Wen Meijiu waved in the direction of the shopkeeper as if coaxing a child, pointing the man in the direction.

Then, the door was slammed shut mercilessly, and the man had to jump quickly, otherwise his foot would have been caught inside.

Yes, the shopkeeper took their money, and the man and his companions went to the shopkeeper angrily.

Inside the room, Zhi Zheng's attitude towards Wen Meijiu has changed.

What seemed difficult to him was unexpectedly solved in no time by Wen Meijiu.

Wen Meijiu walked inside, and Zhizheng followed behind him and asked:

"Miss Wen, how is the young master?"

"I'm fine. I'm sleeping now. I should wake up soon."

Wen Meijiu walked in while tidying up the things on the table. Those people were drinking here and making a mess, and she couldn't bear to watch it for a moment.

After Wen Meijiu said this, Zhi Zheng went to the soft couch doubtfully and placed his finger next to the young master's nose. His breathing was even and his face had returned to normal, looking unusually calm.

When he opened the young man's palm, the color of the small dot became much lighter.

It seems that what she said was true. She actually has the antidote for the thief poison. Thinking of this, Zhizheng couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The last time he heard that the person who had the antidote was a Taoist priest living in seclusion in the mountains. Many people wanted to find him, but he had never seen him.

For people like them, getting injured and poisoned is a common occurrence, and thiamine is the king of all poisons. If we knew how to make an antidote for thiamine, wouldn't it be much easier to detoxify other poisons?

With this idea in mind, Zhizheng couldn't help but want to ask Wen Meijiu, but he was afraid that if he acted too hastily, Wen Meijiu would be disgusted and the result would be counterproductive.

Quietly moving towards Wen Meijiu, Zhi Zheng very considerately helped Wen Meijiu clean up the things on the table, pretending to ask casually:

"Miss Wen, what were you wearing on your hands just now, and what were you rubbing?"

This Wen Meijiu definitely can't tell the truth. He was only allowed to see it because of the emergency.

"Oh, nothing, you probably mean the soap bubbles.

By the way, please pick up the things over there, I can’t reach them.”

Fearing that the matter could not be dealt with perfunctorily, Wen Meijiu directed Zhi Zheng to work so that he would forget about the matter as soon as possible.

"No, Miss Wen, I saw it on your finger, like a hand shirt, and it's translucent."