Fan He devoted himself to the study of medicine all his life, and he was not unfamiliar with such sachets. The women in the palace liked to use this sachet the most, but the aromas were varied and the formulas were different.

But it was the first time I saw Fan He, who had excellent refreshing effects like this, so he was naturally very interested.

I just didn't know whether Sima was willing to let him take it apart, and I felt a little itchy. When I was an imperial physician, I always wanted to study this different prescription clearly.

Song Fengyu glanced at Fan He, "Can you tell the difference by disassembling it?"

Fan He was stunned and then said, "When I go back to Grand Sima, it depends on whether the scent is filled with powder or spices."

It is too difficult to distinguish when ground into powder, but the spices are different. They are mostly cut into small particles. If you carefully discuss, you can still tell a few points.

"Demolition." Song Fengyu suppressed his inner anxiety and said directly.

Fan He was overjoyed when he heard this and immediately opened the sachet. There was indeed an inner capsule inside, but as soon as he started, his expression was a little bad. When he opened it, it turned out to be powdery, which was a bit difficult.

Fan He spoke with a puzzled look on his face, "I'm afraid that Weichen will take it back and identify it carefully. It's very difficult to identify all kinds of them by grinding them into powder."

Song Fengyu looked at the pile of powder wrapped in the beautiful brocade bag and looked even more ugly, "How confident are you?"

Fan He thought about it, "30%."

Too low!

Song Fengyu's expression was even more ugly, but he still waved his hand.

Fan He immediately packed the things when he saw them and quickly bowed and retreated.

When he got home, he called his son and his eldest disciple to help. He was so deep that he had the true teachings, but he was a little bald when facing such a pile of powder.

Three days later, Fan He was now in a black look for the Grand Sima, "I am useless. I only distinguished 18 kinds of spices, and there are several kinds that I can't tell. Moreover, this formula is very strange. Those who make this prescription should understand the medical principles."

Song Fengyu took the order handed over by Fan He, swept over rows of agarwood, Suhexiang, borneol and other names, and finally fell on a question mark.

unknown……

Song Fengyu pointed at the question mark with his finger, looked at Fan He and asked, "If you give you time, can you find it out?"

Fan He was trembling when he heard this and did not dare to raise his head to see the Grand Sima.

Song Fengyu naturally understood when he saw this. Fan He was so skillful that he dared not fool himself. It seemed that this sachet was indeed strange.

"Where is the stuff?"

Hearing the Emperor's question, Fan He dared not hesitate and presented the things with both hands. The unwrapped purse had been restored. He specially invited the embroiderer in the palace to do it on his behalf, and there was no trace of being unwrapped on the surface.

Song Fengyu took the thing over, and the familiar fragrance slowly surrounded the nose. Just now, he was still a little anxious and slowly stabilized.

This thing is so useful to him.

However, how can people know and control what they can do? So no matter what Gu Qingyi must enter his house and lock it in his backyard to make him feel at ease.

"Go down, this matter cannot be circulated."
Chapter completed!