The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

Gu Xingchen yelled sadly: "I don't mind, Hongye, I don't mind, why didn't you wait for me to come back, why didn't you wait for me to come back..."

He put down the letter, and ran out of the house in a hurry, looking for Wen Hongye everywhere.

But at this moment, where could he find Wen Hongye?

He didn't know which direction he was going, or how long or how far he had gone.

The sky is big and the earth is big, where should he find him alone!

Gu Xingchen returned home dejected, slumped on the stool, picked up the letter left by Wen Hongye, and read it sadly over and over again.

He murmured: "You are worth it, you are worth it, why do you have to be so inferior, it's me, an ordinary herb picker, who admires you, you are so good, like the moon in the sky, white and pure, you should The one who feels inferior is me, a person who wants to pluck the moon, why are you running away..."

Just when Gu Xingchen was very sad, the 10 taels of silver note in his sleeve accidentally fell out and scattered on the ground.

He glanced at the bank notes, and didn't care about them at first, but suddenly a solution flashed through his mind.

He immediately grabbed the bank notes on the ground and ran out of the house again.

King Ting's Mansion.

Feng Muting looked at this plant of persimmons and said with emotion: "I even sent people from all over the world to look for it, but this rare plant of persimmons is just outside the imperial city, hidden in an inconspicuous place."

"With this prairie grass, I can recover my martial arts." Su Fuliu replied.

"Then... Shall I send someone to find Lu Chimo first?" Feng Muting asked.

Su Fuliu nodded: "You can call Miracle Doctor Lu over first, I will teach him the Xuanyin acupuncture method and the Xuanxian acupuncture method, and then I will find a few herbs to match with the herb so that it can be used to its full potential. Although those medicines are rare, they should be available in pharmacies."

"Okay, write down the name of the medicine, and I'll send someone to buy it."

"En." Afterwards, Su Fuliu wrote down the names of the other herbs and handed them to Feng Muting.

Feng Muting glanced at it, and did not forget to boast: "Ah Liu's handwriting is really beautiful."

After giving all the instructions, he returned to Su Fuliu's side, held his hand, and said, "Then, Ah Liu will suffer again..."

"Well... But after you endure it, you will be able to recover your martial arts. The genius doctor Lu still has to learn acupuncture from me, so he won't start taking the pipa hook so soon. It will probably be three days later. So, in these three days, Ting Lang should obediently go to the palace to help the emperor share the affairs of state affairs, so that he can spend more time with Aunt Xu."

Feng Muting curled his lips: "I still want to spend more time with you..."

Su Fuliu looked at him dumbfounded: "Didn't Tinglang say that he wanted the Emperor and Aunt Xu to achieve a positive result as soon as possible and give you a younger brother, so that no one would embarrass us in the future? So, for our future, Tinglang now Naturally, it's a little harder."

"Well, I'm not afraid of hard work, but I just think that if I don't have time to accompany you, you will be lonely." Feng Muting hugged him and said reluctantly.

"I think of Ting Lang in my heart, so I won't feel lonely." Su Fuliu also hugged him back.

Feng Muting thought for a while, and then said: "A Liu, can you promise me something?"

"What's the matter?" Su Fuliu looked up at him.

"When you recover your martial arts, you can't use martial arts to deal with me."

Su Fuliu smiled: "Why would I use martial arts to deal with you?"

Feng Muting pursed his lips slightly, and then said, "Are you going to say yes or not?"

"Okay, I agree." Su Fuliu directly agreed without thinking too much.

Only then did Feng Muting laugh: "A Liu has always been a person who keeps his word, so he is not allowed to break his promise in the future?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Su Fuliu had no idea that there was a trace of success hidden in someone's smile.

Just when Feng Muting was about to steal the fragrance, Su Yan's voice sounded outside again: "My lord, that herb picker is here again..."