The first thousand four hundred and seventy-eighth chapters
Just when the entire Shanghai stock market was in chaos.
In the ancient town of Wujiang, less than fifty kilometers away from Shanghai.
The clear water reaches the sky, the lotus flowers are in full bloom, and the water flows under the small bridge.
A two-story awning boat glides slowly along the ancient Jiangnan waterway.
The person rowing the boat was an old man wearing a bamboo hat. He stood at the bow of the boat, holding an oar, and slowly supported the awning boat along the waterway, all the way forward.
The awning boat has light gauze curtains.
A graceful figure sat among them.
Bursts of guzheng music filled the air from the curtains. Pedestrians passing by all stopped to watch, with happy expressions on their faces as they were baptized by the sound of the guzheng.
"Miss, it's coming."
The old rowing man pushed the boat to a garden along the water, inserted the pole into the water, and turned around to remind him.
"Well, let's go down."
A cold female voice came from inside the curtain, and then, a white jade hand opened the curtain, and then, a magnificent white figure slowly walked out.
There is no one around here, otherwise if you see this figure, you will definitely stay where you are and be astonished.
Bai Ying got off the boat with the help of the old man, and then walked to the courtyard door. Two civilian guards in front of the door slowly prostrated themselves on the ground, opened the door, and respectfully welcomed Bai Ying into the garden.
"Miss Oriental."
As soon as the person entered, an old man holding a pot of medicine paused in his steps and hurriedly knelt down to follow him.
"Mr. Lu doesn't need to see anyone outside."
Dongfang Yanran smiled softly: "We are all our own people here, Mr. Lu, you don't have to be polite."
The old man in front of him was none other than Lu Fuqing, who had been missing since being rescued by Lu Fan in Jinling.
At that time, he heard that Lu Fan bravely won the championship of the ancient martial arts competition after winning three armies. He was excited and wanted to go over to congratulate him, but unexpectedly, he heard news from Nandu.
He had no intention of staying in Jinling and wanted to return to Nandu with Liu Qingqing.
However, due to physical reasons, Liu Qingqing was allowed to take the first step. When he was about to leave, he was blocked by an unknown person at the door of his house. He was almost arrested on the spot. It was Dongfang Yanran's people who rescued him and kept him there.
The Dongfang family has this Jiangnan Villa near Shanghai.
He also provided all relevant ancient medical books in the family library for him to study and study here.
This has been nearly a month.
"How are people?"
Dongfang Yanran stepped forward lightly and looked at the medicine pot in his hand: "Atractylodes macrocephala, astragalus root, dangshen... they are all medicines that replenish qi and blood. Is his injury better?"
Even though he had seen Dongfang Yanran's knowledge and knowledge, Lu Fuqing's expression still changed slightly when he saw that she could smell the medicinal materials that had been cooked in her medicine pot with just a slight sniff:
"Yes, the treasures on his body can repair internal and external wounds on their own. I just need to help him replenish his energy and blood and speed up the coagulation of flesh and blood."
"That's good. I've worked hard on you these past few days."
Dongfang Yanran nodded: "How is it over there in Nandu? He has disappeared for such a long time, is there no movement over there in Nandu?"
"Nandu..."
Lu Fuqing said with a wry smile: "Except for Tang Huanxi who is very anxious about his safety, everything else is calm. Tangxi Group has a bright future. As soon as Golden Skin Powder was launched, it received a very good response from the market."
"This has always been what Lu Fan wanted."
He sighed slightly: "It's just that his injury was too serious this time, and even if he can wake up, the backlash in his body has already begun. It's really hard to say whether he can become the same as before..."