Marry a wife to be the emperor

Lan Min immediately went to take a bath to wash off the ointment smeared on the scar, but according to what Pei Qinghong said, he soaked in the hot spring pool for a long time.The pond draws running water, so he wasn't worried that the smell would pollute the pond water. After rubbing the ointment on the scar, the area around that spot turned red.Lan Min's eyes were fixed on his wound.

He recalled when he was in the palace, when the imperial physician treated the Taishanghuang's wound, Pei Qinghong, who had done a great job in saving him, should have been watching from the sidelines.

The poison quenched on the arrow could easily cause the wound to rot. At first, it only scratched some skin, but in order to completely eliminate the damage of the poison, the surrounding piece of rotten flesh that was eroded by the poison was dug up. It is a muscle-enhancing drug, but after less than a month, although new flesh has grown there, the new flesh is uneven, and the scars left are obvious, and it looks like a new injury at another glance, although Pei Qinghong's back Haven't seen his wounds heal, but he can't allow a chance to be exposed.

Lan Min stared at the scar on the leg for a moment, then he slammed the wound into a not-so-smooth bump on the edge of the pool with no expression on his face. The scar that had finally healed was already very fragile, so the impact immediately cracked He opened his mouth, and blood oozes out. The skin of the leg just above the knee has scratched a large piece of skin, and the wound looks very hideous.

Lan Min simply washed the wound with water and put on a new obscene garment without any special treatment.When he returned to his room after taking a shower, Pei Qinghong was already waiting on the bed.Pei Qinghong, who has a very keen sense of smell, naturally smelled a faint smell of blood when the other party slept next to him.He opened the bed curtain and turned over and got out of bed. Lan Min, who had just closed his eyes but hadn't fallen asleep, also sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Pei Qinghong lit the lamp again, then sat on the edge of the bed and rolled up Lan Min's trouser legs. There was nothing on his clean calves, so he reached out to pick up the other party's trousers, and Lan Min hurriedly covered her obscene trousers : "What's the matter? Why are you suddenly, suddenly..."

Seeing the way he was covering tightly, Pei Qinghong withdrew his hand again, staring at Lan Min's face with his bright black eyes, his voice was not warm: "Where is your body hurt, do it yourself."

Lan Min raised his head and looked at him for a moment, then lowered his head and rolled up the right trouser leg to the part above the knee. The dry dark red blood on his skin as delicate as white jade looked extremely unsightly. Although the wound was no longer bleeding, the slap A big piece was scratched, bruised and purple, and there were bloodstains that hadn't been wiped clean. It looked really horrible.

Pei Qinghong frowned: "How did this happen?"

Lan Min said honestly: "I knocked on a rock while taking a bath, it's not a serious injury, it's fine."

Pei Qinghong got up from the edge of the bed again, dug out the medicine box left in the house, and used a clean cotton swab dipped in some alcohol to disinfect the wound by candlelight. Larger and more convenient when changing dressings.Lan Min couldn't help hissing when the cotton wetted with alcohol touched the wound.

Pei Qinghong exerted a little force, and Lan Min's expression became even more distorted. He then reduced his strength, and carefully cleaned the water and unclean things off with alcohol: "Hold on, I can't help it!" Just shout it out, no one will laugh at you."

Even though he said so, Lan Min just closed his teeth tightly. Except for the "hiss" at the beginning, he gritted his teeth very spinelessly and didn't say a word.

Pei Qinghong's eyes were focused on his wound. Following the steps he had seen to bandage the wound in his memory, he first found a small white bottle with anti-inflammatory powder written on it from the medicine box, and sprinkled some on Lan Min's wound that was more severely injured. Anti-inflammation powder, and then sprinkled some wound-healing medicine on it, and finally carefully bandaged the opponent's wound with a white bandage, and lowered Lan Min's trouser legs little by little.

"This medicine is changed about twice a day. I can't come back at noon to change it for you. You can change it according to my steps today. Be careful and don't touch the water these few days." The weather is also good, there is no such kind of dust, and people who do not take a bath for a few days are relatively clean.

Lan Min nodded, as well-behaved as a very harmless little sheep.After Pei Qinghong put the medicine box away, he turned off the lights again, waited for Lan Min to lie down, put down the bed curtain, and added another sentence before falling asleep: "Remember to wear looser pants tomorrow, Don't open the wound."

He was answered with a hello, which soon became a steady breathing.The matter of the wound came to an end, and the Imperial Physician Wang in the palace was severely punished for making a small mistake. The scar-removing holy medicine Lengxiang Ointment he was once proud of was also rejected along with the unfortunate Wang Imperial Physician , It is said that Wang Taiyi, who was demoted two levels, was developing a new beauty medicine while thinking behind closed doors, trying to regain the favor of the royal family through the female relatives who were valued by the emperor in the harem.

After hearing the news, Pei Qinghong just smiled and didn't take the news to heart.Li Taiyi and Wan Taiyi are better friends with the Pei family. They don't have the leisure to pay attention to the future of an irrelevant person.

When he returned to the palace earlier, Pei Qinghong got the imperial decree to make himself Marquis of Changxin. Although the status of Marquis of Changxin was not high among the nobles, being named Marquis meant that Pei Qinghong had entered the ranks of nobles. The title of Xinhou can be hereditary, and having his own fief means that Pei Qinghong can have his own army.

However, his title is relatively low, and the number of private soldiers who can be raised in his territory is also controlled within a hundred. There are hundreds of servants in the huge Pei family, not to mention those who serve in other houses of the Pei family. servant.

But even so, having his own fief is still something worthy of Pei Qinghong's celebration. In the past month since Pei Qinghong left the capital, Su Cen has already started the newspaper on track.When he arrived at the Ministry of Industry the next day, Mr. Su, who held an idle position in the Ministry of Households, came to his door.

Su Cen put his hands behind his back: "I came to you today mainly because of two things. The first thing is to congratulate you on sealing the long letter. My newspaper."

Pei Qinghong watched as the other party took out a sample newspaper and some data about the newspaper from behind.He took the newspaper and began to read from the most obvious section, while Su Cen sat opposite him and analyzed it methodically: "This first newspaper is a large page with articles written by several talented scholars. The others are The serialized stories written by the few novelists and monsters I invited, and some travel notes and other articles, and you have seen the sales of the newspapers, so if you have any opinions, please put them forward.”

It took Pei Qinghong a quarter of an hour to finish reading that newspaper, and he was surprised and delighted at the newspaper.Because it is the first newspaper, the layout is still a bit messy and not beautiful enough, but with the current affairs world, emotional world, and story serialization parts, it is much richer than the template he proposed at the beginning, and the sales volume is even higher than that of the original newspaper. He expected it to be higher, and this result was already beyond his expectations.

When Su Cen asked for his opinion, Pei Qinghong subconsciously said: "Heavenly King Gaidihu?" Su Cen answered him with a very confused "Huh?"

Pei Qinghong raised his head and smiled: "Nothing?" To be honest, the concept of this newspaper run by Su Cen is really advanced enough, no wonder he suspects that the other party also spread it, but judging by Su Cen's reaction, the other party should only be enough. Smart and good at drawing inferences from one instance.

He first praised Su Cen and the bookstore staff who run the newspaper, and then made some suggestions for the shortcomings of the newspaper: "When the newspaper is on the track, you can try to fill in the empty space. Promotional words, such as Tofu Xishi’s tofu, Yang Blacksmith’s blacksmithing skills, you can do some exclusive interviews with these characters, and write their stories in simple but wonderful words. Of course, this is not written for nothing. The information provided by those people must be true , and you have to charge a certain amount of publicity fees. As for how much you charge, that’s up to you.”

Su Cen nodded: "Does the interview you just said mean a special interview? As for the promotion fee, we can divide it into different grades. If the money charged by different sections is different, the money should be calculated according to the number of words. The story you told Take the most expensive one."

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean. There are also pages of newspapers that can be beautified. Don't take the collected accounts into your pocket. We have to earn back the money of the post office. I leave the full power to you, Mr. Su, I can rest assured." Pei Qinghong nodded again and again, according to Mr. Su's superb comprehension, he didn't need to spend so much effort on the newspaper.

After taking the sample paper, Su Cen got up and was about to leave. His legs reached the threshold of the Ministry of Industry, but he turned around and turned back again.

Although Yuan Yu and other members of the Ministry of Industry handled most of the matters, some things had to be approved by the Secretary of the Ministry of Industry, Pei Qinghong. He had accumulated a lot of files in the past month, and Su Cen delayed him. In less than half an hour, he still has more than half of the review, but he can't be too perfunctory with Su Cen, so he can only ask helplessly: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered something suddenly. I heard that my younger brother will marry Princess Yuyang in the near future. I remember correctly, right?"

Pei Qinghong nodded: "You remember correctly."

Su Cen frowned, showing a sly smile: "I have a secret here, do you want to hear it?"