"Do you really want to treat her?" Si Haochen frowned. The eighth princess had planned all kinds of things against his little girl before. He didn't kill her with a sword, but he was magnanimous. Now he wants to treat her?
"Real treatment is more real than gold." However, she was only responsible for removing the toxins from the eighth princess's face. As for the improved version of 'One Dream for Years', she could not dismantle herself. "The money that comes to your door is...
If you don’t make money, you won’t make it in vain.”
"My husband needs your money, but you are so obsessed with money." Si Haochen poked Mingruo's forehead.
"Of course, the more money, the better." Ming Ruo swaggered back to the back house, "You worked hard for several months to get a hundred taels of gold. I can make it back by selling two cans of ointment."
"Don't you think you can make money by selling just one can?" Si Haochen held Mingruo's hand and the two walked side by side.
"The cost of my ointment is not low. How can I get such a high profit?" Mingruo snorted softly.
"Your half-and-half profit is not high?" Si Haochen raised his eyebrows.
"Ahem, it's not like you don't know the price of the medicine I sold her before." Mingruo looked at the sky and saw that it was really going to rain. "I will teach my disciple how to make ointment later. Let's stay here today."
Over here."
"My beloved concubine invites you kindly, but this king is disrespectful." Si Haochen said with a smile on his face.
Mingruo stood on tiptoes, held Si Haochen's cheek and looked at it again and again, silently admiring in her heart - her boyfriend looks so pretty when he smiles.
Si Haochen picked up Mingruo with one hand and saved her numb toes: "Is this good?"
"The air at high places is indeed fresher," Mingruo said seriously.
"Haha." Si Haochen was also amused by this quirky girl.
"Put me down. I have to go to the alchemy to make preparations." Mingruo patted Si Haochen on the shoulder and motioned for him to put her down quickly.
"Isn't it the air from a high place? Let me help you freshen up for a while." Si Haochen carried Mingruo to the alchemy like a child.
"Uh." Why does it sound like "dig your own hole to bury yourself"?
It was not difficult to make the 'poison extracting ointment'. While extracting the concoction, Mingruo explained to his apprentice the things to pay attention to. Shen Cong listened carefully and even took notes.
"If the ground snow lotus powder added now is replaced by equal amounts of centella asiatica and wood incense, this ointment can be used to treat facial acne." Mingruo gave Shen Cong a 'you know' look.
"Oh, apprentice has noted it down." Shen Cong nodded quickly. There are many young ladies and young masters in the imperial capital who have acne on their faces. This ointment will definitely be easy to sell.
"If the acne is severe, you can apply ointment externally and take Yuzhu Chansu Powder orally." Mingruo mixed the detoxifying ointment evenly. The white ointment was tinged with a little green color and smelled faintly. "The recipe I just changed,
The ointment prepared is similar to this, but it will be a little golden brown and not as fragrant."
"Master, if you don't change it, this prescription should also be excellent for treating acne." Shen Cong felt that this prescription was already very good.
"This medicine is indeed more effective. It's just an 'affordable alternative'." Mingruo put the ointment can into a small porcelain jar the size of a duck egg. "One thousand taels per can, you can sell it."
"The apprentice can't sell it." Shen Cong knew that he didn't have the means to sell the goods as the master, "Then you can name the medicine 'affordable alternative'."
"Hmm..." Why bother naming it Fei? "Let's call it Huanyan Cream."
"Okay." Shen Cong rubbed his hands, "Apprentice, I'm going to get centella asiatica and wood incense, and you can watch me make the rejuvenating ointment."
"Go." The ointment that was mixed just now was packed into six jars, and Mingruo sealed the lids with wax.
Shen Cong got the medicinal materials and started to make the ointment. Mingruo was sitting by the side drinking mung bean soup, and if there was anything wrong, he would tell her a few words.
Si Haochen opened the bamboo curtain and walked in. There was a slight amount of moisture in the wind: "It's not healed yet?"
Mingruo looked at his old apprentice's progress and said, "It'll be fine soon. What's wrong?"
"Someone just sent a greeting card to the house." Si Haochen handed the greeting card in his hand to Mingruo.
"Looking for me?" Mingruo took the invitation with some suspicion. When he saw that it said "Praise to Yan Zhaobai, King of Nan Rong Chun", his heart jumped a few times, "My Fifth Emperor Brother..."
"Yes." Si Haochen continued, "Moreover, he came to Donghuan privately. He did not identify himself when entering customs, nor did he send credentials."
"Something big must have happened." In the memory of the original owner, these five emperor brothers were the closest people to her besides his mother and concubine.
The fifth prince's biological mother passed away when he was five years old. His biological mother had a very good relationship with the original owner's mother, so the fifth prince was sent to the original owner's mother's name and was raised by the original owner's mother. When he was twelve years old, the fifth prince The prince followed his maternal grandfather to gain experience in the army. At the age of fifteen, he led troops to exterminate pirates and became famous in a battle, and was named King Chun.
Although Yan Zhaobai stayed in the army all year round, he would come to Qingyun Temple to visit him on important festivals and the birthdays of his mother-in-law and his wife. If he couldn't get away from it, he would definitely send gifts.
Si Haochen wrapped Mingruo's cold little hand in his palm: "Don't scare yourself with random thoughts. You will know what happened when you see someone tomorrow."
"Yeah." Mingruo wasn't afraid, he just had a premonition that something bad would happen, and he didn't know how to face his brother who grew up with the original owner.
"Master, do you think this ointment is ready?" Shen Cong himself saw that it was similar to what the master said before.
"Oh, let's take a look." Mingruo picked up a little and spread it on the back of his hand, then smelled it again, "That's it."
"If you have anything to do, just go and do your work. I'll take care of it here." Shen Cong also noticed that since the master's wife came over, the master has been out of shape.
"Then thank you for your hard work."
"No hard work, no hard work." Shen Cong waved his hands repeatedly.
When Mingruo walked out of the alchemy, it was raining heavily outside. The rainwater fell in clusters along the eaves of the corridor, hitting the stone steps with a crisp sound.
She stretched out her hand, and when the rain hit her palm, she felt it was warm. Only then did she realize how cold her hand was.
Si Haochen pulled Mingruo's hand back, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, and then hugged her whole body: "No matter what happens, I will be with you."
"Yes." Mingruo put her little face into Si Haochen's arms and responded dully.
Early the next morning, although the rain stopped, the sky was still gloomy. Mingruo was thinking about the visit of Brother Five Emperors and planned to return home early.
As soon as the two of them sat down in the carriage, Shen Cong rushed out from the courtyard door: "Master, wait a moment."
"What's the matter?" Mingruo doesn't have time to take care of emergency patients now.
"Princess Ping's maid came to get the poison-removing ointment, and she also brought this. She wanted you to see it." Shen Cong handed a small white jade box through the car window, "Is this Princess Zhi Ping's poison-removing ointment? "
