Song Qing waved his hand:

"Even if you think of some crooked ways, if you have the energy to refine a toy for Master Xu, why not refine a body for Wang Shoufu first?"

The alchemist who just had a "bad idea" asked:

"What's going on? Is Wang Shoufu going to die?"

Song Qing shook his head:

"I heard from people on the first floor that Wang Shoufu has been ill for a long time and is difficult to treat. He is sick from overwork. If he doesn't take good care of himself, he may not have much time left."

The first floor refers to the warlocks in the large pharmacy. It is worth mentioning that in Si Tianjian's faction, Song Qing leads the alchemists and is good at refining weapons.

The warlocks led by Yang Qianhuan are on the third floor, specifically showing Feng Shui to dignitaries and common people, and selecting burial sites.

The warlock in the medicine hall on the first floor is Zhong Li.

Each faction in Si Tianjian has its own areas of expertise.

"It's useless, it's useless even after refining... Wang Shoufu is a mortal. Once his soul leaves his body, he can only become a ghost and cannot enter the body we refined."

A warlock shook his head: "Wei Yuan is dead. If Wang Chief Fu dies again, tsk tsk, Yuan Jing's era will be completely over."

........

Prince's Mansion.

back yard.

Wang Simu, wearing a green skirt and a jacket of the same color, walked side by side with Lin'an, who was in a red skirt.

"Why do you say that you will fall ill when you are sick?"

Lin'an pursed his lips and said softly: "The warlocks from Si Tianjian can't do anything?"

The hem of the skirt swayed with the lotus steps, and a pair of deerskin boots were looming. She wore a small phoenix crown, a golden walking wave, a pearl hairpin and other accessories. Her round oval face was fair and delicate, and her peach blossom eyes concealed the charm.

She became more and more charming and charming.

Wang Simu turned his head, looked at Lin'an, a close personal friend, and sighed:

"The magician from Si Tianjian said that my father is sick from worry and overwork. He just needs to resign and rest at home. But if he continues and seeks death, what can we do?"

Lin'an laughed: "These warlocks are still so arrogant."

Wang Simu tightened her fox fur cloak to keep out the cold, feeling worried:

"Actually, my father was ill a long time ago and should have rested. However, the imperial court was troubled by internal and external troubles and became ill with worries, which dragged down his health to the current condition."

Lin'an frowned slightly and could only comfort:

"Fortunately, although I am bedridden now, I can still rest and recuperate."

Wang Simu forced a smile:

"The magicians of Si Tianjian said that this is a heart disease, and heart disease can be cured by heart medicine. Before my father fell ill, he was worried about three things: the war in Qingzhou, refugees, and Buddhism in the Western Regions.

"If even one of these three things can be solved, my father can rest in peace and recuperate."

There is a causal relationship between refugees and the empty treasury, and they are the same thing.

Lin'an's two beautifully sculpted black eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

Wang Simu glanced at his simple-minded close friend and shook his head:

"That's all, if you don't talk about this, all the gentlemen can't do anything. What can we two female prostitutes do?"

Lin'an pursed his lips, said "hmm", looked at Wang Simu, and said:

"My longing for Qing has decreased a lot. I guess I am not only thinking about Xu Cijiu, but also worried about the health of the chief minister."

Wang Simu looked a little worried: "The situation in Qingzhou is dangerous. He is a scholar, so I am worried. Originally, you and I were going to get engaged in half a month..."

"Don't be afraid!"

Speaking of this topic, Lin'an's eyebrows jumped up again, like a vivid sparrow: "With the dog slave here, even if Qingzhou is destroyed, Xu Cijiu will be fine."

When talking about Wang Shoufu who was bedridden just now, she couldn't act too heartless, so she showed a heavy expression to cooperate with her close friend.

Wang Simu was stunned and asked: "Who told you that Xu Yinluo was in Qingzhou?"

"Is not it?"

Lin'an chirped: "If he is outside, he will definitely go to Qingzhou to fight."

Although she never admits it on the surface, the dog slave is her hero in her heart.

"But I heard from my father that the situation in Qingzhou is tense. Xu Yinluo is not in the army and has never participated in the war..."

Seeing the disappointment in Lin'an's eyes, Wang Simu hurriedly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Your Majesty, won't you help arrange your marriage with Xu Yinluo?"

The oval face turned red instantly, and Lin'an said calmly:

"You, what are you talking about? Who said I want to marry a dog slave? Oh, this gossip is really annoying."

Wang Simu smiled and said:

"We have known each other for many years, but I still don't understand your thoughts? Xu Yinluo is a talented person and a hero in the eyes of the people. There are countless women who admire him. What you have to do is to decide on your name as soon as possible.

"With the title, you are his legal wife, and those women outside are at best foreign wives, or wild mandarin ducks who have had romantic relationships in the world.

"If your title cannot be determined, Your Highness, I am not looking down upon you. Without your title, no one can defeat you."

Lin'an felt that he had been underestimated and puffed up his cheeks.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, with the cold wind blowing against my face, the two delicate and elegant ladies did not wander around for too long. They took their respective maids and maids along the winding corridor back to the inner courtyard.

On the way, a middle-aged eunuch with a feminine temperament led two young eunuchs out of the inner courtyard, and they met each other.

"I have met His Highness Lin'an."

The middle-aged eunuch and the two young eunuchs behind him bowed in salute.

"You are a servant in the emperor's brother's palace... What are you doing here?"

Lin'an recognized him, but she didn't remember his name. She only remembered Zhao Xuanzhen, the eunuch beside the emperor.

"Back to Your Highness, Your Majesty asked your servant to inform the Chief Assistant that Buddhism in the Western Regions has been restrained by the remnants of the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom and cannot pose a threat to our Dafeng. Let the Chief Assistant rest in peace and recover."

The middle-aged eunuch said.

Such a good thing... Wang Simu was so surprised that he couldn't help but smile on his face: "Then what did my father say?"

The middle-aged eunuch said: "The Chief Assistant asked me to bring a message to His Majesty. You can recommend it."

Court recommendation is a recommendation system that is summoned by the emperor and discussed by ministers. When an important position becomes vacant, court recommendation will be carried out.

Wang Simu immediately understood that his father planned to resign or temporarily step down from his position as chief assistant.

"Thank you, father-in-law, for letting us know."

Wang Simu took off a gold bracelet, gave it to the middle-aged eunuch, and asked with a smile:

"Is there any more detailed information? If it's inconvenient, father-in-law doesn't need to tell you."

His Highness Lin'an was watching beside him, wondering how the middle-aged eunuch dared to accept bribes, waving his hands repeatedly:

"It's not confidential information. Your Majesty, I heard that these things seem to be related to Xu Yinluo. He promoted the alliance between Da Feng and the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom in southern Xinjiang. The news came back from Qingzhou.

"This slave only knows so much."

Xu Yinluo facilitated the alliance between Dafeng and the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom to contain Buddhism... Wang Simu was stunned for a long time, and she finally understood why Xu Yinluo was not in Qingzhou.

She couldn't help but look sideways at Lin'an.

The smile on the face of this close friend next to me was sweet, proud and full of showoff.

"He never lets me down." Lin'an raised his chin.

............

At dusk, the exhausted Miao Youfang stood on the crown of a tree. He was like a weightless paper man, with only a slender branch under his feet.

Lifting weight is as light as weight, body is as light as feather, five grades of strength are transformed into strength!

Is this the scenery of the realm of Huajin? Miao You faced the sunset and opened his arms, as if embracing the world.

In two and a half months, he made rapid progress from the Qi training realm, to the fifth rank, and became a powerful warrior.

Although the dragon energy had been extracted long ago, before that, the last gift was left to him - Xu Qi'an.

Meeting Xu Qian and receiving his careful guidance was also a blessing given to him by Long Qi.

"Come down!"

Xu Qian's voice came from under the tree: "I have something to tell you."

"okay!"

Miao Youfang landed lightly, turning over a dozen somersaults in the process, showing off his lightness skills to the fullest.

A martial artist in the Huajin stage is very good at light kung fu. When he reaches the fourth level, he can initially fly in the air.

Xu Qian sat beside the bonfire, boiling water and said:
To be continued...