Wait a minute, heroine

Before I knew it, it was afternoon.

In the inn room, Ye Jingtang was covered with a thin quilt. After a night of rest, his complexion was basically back to normal, but he could still feel a bit tired between his brows.

After Niaoniao whistled for a while in the early morning, he returned to the house to rest and slept with Ye Jingtang. At this time, he woke up from hunger and poked his head from the pillow, using his head to nudge Ye Jingtang's face.

"call……"

Ye Jingtang woke up slowly, feeling as if his limbs were filled with lead, and his body felt as if it had been hollowed out, as if he had been tortured by his wife for seven days and seven nights.

But other than that, there are no other problems with the body. Seventy to eighty percent of the toxicity of Prisoner's Miasma has been eliminated. The remaining part is probably due to excessive physical energy consumption. The bathing in fire diagram has automatically reduced the frequency. Take some nutrients to replenish your energy and spirit. , it should be able to fully recover.

After calming down for a moment, Ye Jingtang opened his eyes and saw a big, round white head, tilting its head and looking at him:

"Goojigji?"

Ye Jingtang raised his hand and rubbed the bird's head, then he sat up on the bed and looked around.

The room was clean, and the sound of even breathing after a deep sleep could be heard in the next room. In the lobby of the inn downstairs, there were also some noisy chatter from people in the world:

"The water in these rivers and lakes is really deeper than I imagined. Among the three commanders Xie Jianlan, Shi Daoyu, and Bai Xiaoying, who is not a stomping figure who can shake the rivers and lakes? In just half a night, they were eaten Clean..."

"The main reason is that the Night King of Hell in the Southern Dynasties is too domineering. When other heroes walk in the rivers and lakes, it is like a dragon walking in the wild. When the Night King comes out, even a real dragon has to be coiled..."

"I heard that the Thief Saint also came to Tianlang Lake and became the mistress of Night Jing Hall..."

"The Saint of Thieves has always been a coward, and he only picks out wealthy families. I guess it was when I went to the Southern Dynasties that I encountered the King of Hell in the Night. The female snitch was caught by such a tycoon. If she didn't realize it, how could she have come out alive... …”

"Be more conscious... By the way, does anyone know the process? I'm quite curious about how the King of Hell captured the Thief Saint..."

"I don't even want to talk about you. Are you curious about catching thieves? If you want to hear dirty jokes, go to the brothel alley opposite..."

…

Ye Jingtang put on his clothes and robes. Hearing these chats, he was quite interested. He went outside the room and looked from the second floor. It could be seen that there were four or five tables of people in the lobby sitting in the lobby. Three of them were eating quietly and seemed to be still there. He showed his face in yesterday's treasure hunt.

Fan Qinghe, who had changed back to exotic attire, was wearing a red and yellow gauze skirt, hugging Watermelon and standing at the corner of the stairs, looking down. Although his expression was not visible due to the angle, his face changed after hearing these gossips. I think it's dark.

Ye Jingtang recalled yesterday that Aunt Fan was kneeling in front of her, holding up the big moon to help clean the gun, something stirred in her heart. She quietly came to the back and whispered in her ear:

"What are you looking at?"

"Hiss~!"

Fan Qinghe, who was secretly scolding these quacks for their nonsense, suddenly heard a clear voice in his ear. He was so startled that he shrank slightly. He quickly let go of his arms and turned around, just in time to see Ye Jingtang's chin, and hurriedly moved towards him. Then exit half a step:

"You...why are you awake? I'm here to watch..."

As he spoke, his eyes were obviously evasive, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his collar.

Seeing this scene, Ye Jingtang secretly shook his head. Last night, Aunt Fan helped push the watermelon. It was pretty good at first, but after pushing to a certain critical point, because she had never experienced it before, she was stunned and could only close her eyes tightly and tilt her head.

Ye Jingtang couldn't close his eyes at that time. Seeing that Miss Fan didn't dare to move, he took the initiative to straighten his waist a few times, then soiled his chest and neck, and finally let the girl wipe it by herself.

Looking back at this moment, Ye Jingtang felt a little embarrassed. Seeing her dodge in her eyes, he took care of her emotions and started talking nonsense without opening her mouth. He turned around and said:

"I just woke up. Do you have anything to eat? I feel so hungry."

When Fan Qinghe saw that Ye Jingtang's expression was as usual and did not mention the embarrassing experience last night, he felt a little more relaxed. He took a step ahead and came to the room where Dongfang Liren was resting. He gently picked up a food box and left. come out:

"This is the chicken soup I made just now. It's still hot. Eat it quickly."

Ye Jingtang glanced at the door and saw that Benben was still resting, so he did not disturb him. After washing up for a while, he went to the next room, sat down on the table, opened the food box, and saw a bowl of soup inside. , a plate of beef with soy sauce, and two large white steamed buns.

Ye Jingtang spent the night playing in Tianlang Lake. He didn't eat anything until he came back and was pushed by Aunt Fan once. He was really hungry. He didn't say much at the moment. He picked up the chicken soup and took a sip. Get the white flour steamed buns.

Fan Qinghe sat down next to him, helped Ye Jingtang arrange the dishes, picked up a chopstick of beef, and put it into the small plate where Niao Niao was eating.

Ye Jingtang couldn't find a suitable topic to talk about. He felt that it was awkward to be silent, so he looked at the big steamed bun in his hand and asked casually:

"This steamed bun is really big, where did you buy it?"

The steamed buns are so big...

Fan Qinghe was already quite sensitive. When he heard this, he looked at the two big white and round steamed buns, and then looked at them with the same expression as usual. For some reason, his cheeks slowly turned red, and then he raised his hands in the night. Jingtang was hammered on the shoulder:

"What do you mean? I saw you fainted last night. I was afraid that your body would be broken and the Queen couldn't help you, so I had no choice but to..."

Ye Jingtang was beaten, and he felt quite innocent. He picked up the steamed bun and took a big bite:

"I just think the portion is enough, so I asked casually, this steamed bun is not half as big as yours, how could you possibly associate it with each other... Hiss!"

When Fan Qinghe heard the last sentence, his suspicious eyes suddenly turned into anger, and he raised his hand to twist Ye Jingtang's waist:

"You...are you still talking nonsense? You really think I'm easy to bully, don't you? Do you believe that I will go back to Dongming Mountain now?"

Ye Jingtang raised his hand slightly: "Okay, let's forget that I'm talking nonsense, let's not mention these things, let's get down to business."

Fan Qinghe felt that Ye Jingtang treated her as his little wife, but there was nothing she could do against Ye Jingtang. After staring for a moment, she let go and sat across the table, talking about business:

"Prince Jing and I discussed it yesterday and planned to refine a Tianlang Pearl so that you can increase your power..."

After listening to Fan Qinghe's narration, Ye Jingtang thought about it in his mind.

He is very aware of his own strength. After being tempered in Yuxu Mountain, his martial arts attainments are in place, but his skill is indeed half a step behind, and there is a gap between him and the serious martial arts saint.

It is not impossible for him to fight the weak against the strong, but there are still two people, Benben and Qinghe, who need protection. If they can go further, the risk will naturally be much smaller.

But if you get the Snow Lake Flower, go to Stud to make a big difference with a small one, there are definitely still risks.

It would be a good thing if he really refined the Tianlang Pearl. Even if he didn't grab the Snow Lake Flower, he would still lose the body of a Martial Saint, no profit or loss.

And if two boxes of Snow Lake Flowers were smashed down, not even a single Tianlang Bead came out, and he couldn't bring King Zuo Xian back to the pot, then this trip would be a waste of water.

Ye Jingtang thought for a moment and asked:

"How confident is Miss Fan that she can refine the Tianlang Pearl?"

When Fan Qinghe mentioned refining medicine, he was confident that he would come up with it right away:

"Although there is no guarantee that the furnace will not explode when refining medicine, I have been researching it for almost a year after I got the prescription. I am very sure of the patent medicine. Not to mention two furnaces, even if I lose one furnace, I will... um... …”

Ye Jingtang felt that Miss Fan wanted to say, 'Even if the furnace explodes, I will help him treat him again.' Although this bet was quite tempting, he still said softly:

"The business of refining medicine is more expensive than casting weapons. Just one Xue Hu Powder almost impoverished King Wu. How can it be that easy?

"Don't push yourself too hard. Just treat it with a normal attitude. Anyway, it's the medicinal materials we grabbed. Even if both furnaces explode, we won't lose anything. You also gained experience. The snow lake flowers are gone. It's a big deal. Just go grab it again.”

The reason why I say this is because Ye Jingtang is not ignorant.

For weapons made in a place like Xiaoshan Fort, the normal payment is 20-10, which means that the swordsmith must be given two copies of the materials, and one part will be used as a loss. Only then will the swordsmith take the order and only give one part. As for the materials, no one in the world can guarantee 100% success.

The aspects involved in refining medicine are many times more than that of forging weapons, and the fire ratio, etc. require the accumulation of experience. For a generous recipe like Tianlang Bead, it is very normal for several furnaces to be refining in succession to be useless when you first learn to make it. Asking Fan Qinghe to establish a military order must be successful. Isn't this bullying an honest girl?

Fan Qinghe was indeed confident, but he also knew the difficulty. Seeing that Ye Jingtang didn't feel sorry for the medicinal materials at all and even comforted her, he was inevitably a little touched.

After all, no matter how wealthy and courageous the husband is, he would not dare to pamper his prodigal daughter-in-law so much. If she really wastes the snow lake flowers, she will probably be embarrassed to talk to Ye Jingtang again in her life, and she will do everything without complaint. Promise without regrets...

Fan Qinghe didn't know what he was thinking about. After being silent for a while, he didn't say anything to hurt morale. He just said:

"There are prescriptions and medicinal materials. If I can still make two furnaces, I won't be worthy of being in this industry anymore. Don't worry."

"hehe……"

Ye Jingtang shook his head and chuckled, picked up a chopstick of beef in sauce, and handed it to Fan Qinghe's mouth:

"This soy sauce beef tastes good. Take a bite."

"..."

Although Fan Qinghe felt that Ye Jingtang's behavior was a bit arrogant, but he had just been pampered and drew a clear line, and he really couldn't lose face. For this reason, he opened his red lips lightly, caught the beef slices, and chewed slowly.

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang was satisfied and continued to eat happily with the rice bird...

——

In the blink of an eye, the sun sets over the west mountain.

After Ye Jingtang finished his meal, he put on his martial arts attire, and together with the two girls, came to the Northwest Capital located on the west bank of Tianlang Lake.

Dongfang Liren had just changed shift with Fan Qinghe at noon. He had just been woken up. He didn't have enough sleep and was not very energetic. At this time, he was still leaning on Ye Jingtang's arms to catch up on his sleep.

Fan Qinghe sat behind him like yesterday, holding Dongfang Liren's belt with both hands; yesterday Dongfang Liren was pointed at a gun and unwilling to lean back, but today the situation was obviously reversed and she was embarrassed to move forward. Posted.

But the saddle is only so big. No matter how cramped Fan Qinghe is, he can't get off the ground and run with him. At the moment, he suppresses the distractions in his heart and puts the ball on his broad back. As the horse bumps and grinds, he thinks about some unpleasant things in his mind. It's so easy to describe...

After Ye Jingtang had eaten and drank enough, although his body had not fully recovered, his expression was not much different. He was attacked from the front and back on the way, and his attention was basically focused on Qing He's tuan'er and Cunben's waist.

After driving their horses outside the majestic city beside Tianlang Lake, Ye Jingtang put aside his distracting thoughts and looked at the flag fluttering on top of the city:

"I didn't expect there to be such a big city in the wasteland. It doesn't look any smaller than Yun'an."

Fan Qinghe was just thinking wildly and didn't say anything on the way. Only then did he look at the former capital of the Northwest Royal Court:

"This place is modeled after the ancient city of Langxuan. It is not as big as Yun'an, but it is the third largest city in the entire world. I heard from the elders in the clan that when King Tianlang first founded his country, eight or nine million people lived here. Most of the middle and high-level people from various departments in Xihai moved here. Unfortunately, after the war, everyone returned to their hometowns, and now most of the people living there are from Beiliang."

After the horse stopped, Dongfang Liren also woke up and raised his eyes to look at it slightly:

"This city is quite impressive, but it's a bit sparsely populated. It's a pity... Fat Concubine, this is your hometown, how do you feel?"

"grumble?!"

The birds are very active after waking up from sleep. At this time, they are flying in mid-air and looking into the city to see if there are roasted humps, a characteristic of the northwest.

Hearing Dongfang Liren's words, the bird suddenly became unhappy, landed on his shoulder, and flapped his wings a few times.

Bang bang bang~

Ye Jingtang didn't grow up here, so he naturally laughed at his hometown's remarks. He dismounted from his horse two or three miles away from the city wall and looked for an opportunity to enter the city.

The Xihai Protectorate is under martial law, and merchants are only allowed in and out. The inspections are extremely strict, but after all, the gatekeepers are soldiers, not King Zuoxian himself.

Ye Jingtang and Dongfang Liren found a secluded place and easily entered the city while the city wall guards were patrolling.

Fan Qinghe wore a red and yellow gauze skirt, rode a charcoal-red horse, and entered the city directly with the Dongming Department's card.

Although the charcoal red horse is very eye-catching, the Wuma tribe has many famous horses with thousands of miles. The horse does not carry anything. The Dongming tribe is one of the four major tribes of Xihai. It can be regarded as a vassal of Beiliang and a small soldier of the city gate guard. I didn't dare to cross-examine seriously.

After entering the city, the three of them met on the street and walked towards the east city together.

Ye Jingtang held the horse, turned his head and looked at the palace at the end of the field of vision, and asked:

"Where does King Zuoxian live?"

Dongfang Liren went deep into the enemy's territory, and he was inevitably a little nervous. However, with his boyfriend in front of him, he still maintained a good demeanor and responded:

"King Zuoxian is the vassal king. How can he trespass and live in the palace of the Northwest Royal Court? The palace should be nearby. Where are we going?"

Fan Qinghe led the way and responded:

"Go to Xiaonan Street. The Dongming Department has some business there. The medicine furnace is ready. We collected the required medicinal materials tonight. If nothing happens, we can refine the medicine tomorrow and the day after tomorrow..."

When Niaoniao arrived in a new place, he immediately looked for a restaurant. At this time, he squatted on Fan Qinghe's shoulder and looked around.

Fan Qinghe naturally understood what Niao Niao meant, and turned around and said:

"There is also a food street. Not only does it have roasted camels, but also the big fish that is a specialty of Tianlang Lake. The largest one can be as tall as a person. It is grilled over a high fire and sprinkled with onions, ginger, and garlic..."

"grumble!"

The birds listened intently.

Ye Jingtang knew that Niaoniao must be impatient to eat fish, but it was obviously inappropriate to go to a restaurant now after just finishing the meal, so he could only wait until the evening.

The three people and one bird walked forward in this way, and soon came to Xiaonan Street between the markets.

The sky is not completely dark yet, and there are many people in the market. Wild ginseng, tiger bones and other medicinal materials can be seen everywhere on the roadside. The prices are much cheaper than those in Yun'an. The sight of them makes Ye Jingtang want to buy a few and make them into wine.

Both the Dongming Tribe and the Xuanhao Tribe are famous for their medicinal materials. They have quite a large territory here, and the leader is the elder of the Dongming Tribe.

As the patriarch of the clan, Fan Qinghe obviously still has prestige even though he does not stay at home all year round. After entering the large pharmacy, two people quickly greeted him. One of them was an old man whom Ye Jingtang had met at the banquet in Langxuan City. Once.

Because their identities were relatively sensitive now, for safety reasons, Ye Jingtang and Dongfang Liren did not show their faces. They waited until Fan Qinghe had negotiated and arranged a place to stay before they settled together in the yard behind the medicine shop.

Ye Jingtang put down his horses and weapons in the large courtyard, and Fan Qinghe impatiently led him to the room on the west side.

The room can be understood as an 'alchemy room'. There is a stove in the middle, and there are pots, grinders and other equipment around it. It is very complete.

After Fan Qinghe entered the room carrying a basket of medicinal materials, he introduced them by familiar means:

"I have prepared medicine here before. The equipment is all ready-made, and most of the medicinal materials are also available. The only few missing items can be found in the market in half an hour at most, and we can start work later..."

While talking, Fan Qinghe took out various medicinal materials from the basket and began to grind and prepare them.

Because we don’t know when the next battle will be, time is indeed pressing.

Ye Jingtang was not idle either, and volunteered to follow Qinghe's instructions and start lighting a fire to heat up the stove.

Dongfang Liren has been in a high position all year round. Although he has come into contact with a lot of miracle doctors, he has never come into contact with refining medicine. Especially the witches from Western Xinjiang refining medicine and cultivating gu, which is still shrouded in mystery. Naturally, he is very interested at this time. Fan Qinghe stood by and helped with making medicine and so on.

Niaoniao, on the other hand, was as greedy as ever, squatting next to it and looking at it eagerly. From time to time, he would say "chie~" and ask if he could have a bite of this.

The three of them were busy for a while, and the sky gradually became dark. The boy who was watching the fire in the medicine stove had a night terror, and suddenly turned his eyes and looked outside.

Fan Qinghe was carefully handling the strange poison 'Burning Bone Ma'. Seeing this scene from the corner of his eye, he also looked at the afterglow of the lights outside and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Ye Jingtang blinked, stood up and came to the door. He listened carefully and could hear a conversation coming from the pharmacy hall in front:

"Ten boxes of frozen face cream, plus some medicinal materials, old ginseng from Dongming Mountain, is there any old ginseng here?"

"We in the Dongming Department don't have old ginseng that is not old enough. How old does the girl need?"

"Sixty years is enough, as long as you are in good shape..."

…

Dongfang Liren put down the medicine pestle, came to the front, used the secret skill of Listening to the Wind Palm, listened for a moment, and frowned slightly:

"This voice sounds familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere..."

Ye Jingtang shook his head and smiled: "It's Hua Qingzhi's maid Luzhu. Your Highness has met her before in Longyin Tower. She is the scholarly maid who is pushing the wheelchair in the back."

When Dongfang Liren heard this, he immediately recalled it.

Because we met at Tianlang Lake yesterday and Hua Qingzhi was in the city, Dongfang Liren was not surprised, but it was a bit unexpected to meet him here. She looked back:

"Miss Fan, is there a Wanbao Tower property nearby?"

Every time Fan Qinghe goes to Hudong Road, this is the place he must pass through. He is very familiar with the surrounding area. He said:

"The Jinyin Street in front is full of jewelry businesses. There is a shop called Wanbaolou. What do you think? Do you know anyone there?"

"There is indeed an acquaintance."

Dongfang Liren turned his eyes and looked at the Night Terror Hall:

"Want to take a look?"

Ye Jingtang shook his head and returned to the stove to continue watching the fire:

"This is not Yun An. What if you go over there and show your face and leak the news? Let's get down to business first."

Dongfang Liren wanted to see Hua Qingzhi, but she definitely didn't dare to run around alone. After thinking about it, she closed the door and continued to mess with the medicinal materials...