Qing Ge was sitting at the table, holding an ink-stained langhao pen, thinking over and over again, but couldn't write down a few medicinal materials.
Qingge half-squinted her eyes, put down her pen, looked up at the study door, and said to the maid: "Go and invite the Oriental doctor."
After a long time, Dongfang Po arrived excitedly and stood in front of the table, looking at Qing Ge in confusion: "Why did the girl call me here?"
"Oriental physician, please——"
Qingge made a 'please' gesture and stepped aside to make way for the empty seat in front of the table.
Dongfang Po was puzzled: "Girl, what is this...?"
"Dongfang Physician is familiar with the Hundred Medicines. His teacher is the King of Medicine. He is from the Ren clan and is a genius in medicine. Dongfang Physician, please write down all the most expensive medicinal materials!" Qing Ge does not know as many medicinal materials as Dongfang Po does.
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As an alchemist, the most important thing is to identify medicinal materials. Medicinal materials of the same type and appearance, even just a leaf of grass, have completely different effects if the texture is different. One is a good medicine for curing diseases, and the other is a poison for killing people.
The medicinal materials in the ancestral book are too rare and difficult to find. The medicinal materials that Qingge needs to write down are sky-high price medicinal materials. They are not rare, at least you can buy them if you are willing.
In this way, she can convert the medicinal materials into money.
Starting from the Nine Realms, the common currency is Yuan Stone, but in the Realm of the Gods, it is gold coins.
The Yuan Stone that Qing Ge blackmailed from the God of Thunder has no use for the time being, but she can use the medicinal materials found by the King of Seven Points to exchange them for gold coins at a high price.
Be it Dongzhou or Sihai City, she is both the empress and the lord of a city, so she needs more money to expand her wealth.
Those who achieve great things cannot be penniless and work hard for many years. I understand this truth well.
Dongfang Po felt strange, but didn't think much about it. He sat at the table and wrote down all the expensive medicinal materials he could think of on it.
After finishing, Qing Ge took a look, nodded, copied it on new rice paper, and added more than ten rare medicinal materials that are difficult to find in the world.
After the ink was slightly dry, Qing Ge sent someone to the Seventh Prince's Mansion.
Make money!
The red lips were slightly raised, evoking a charming smile.
Looking at the smile on Qingge's lips, Dongfang Po felt creepy, his soul trembled, he was terrified, and he was extremely panicked.
In the next few days, Qingge practiced peacefully in Chiyan Mansion, waiting for the 80 million yuan stone that the God of Thunder would honor her.
In the afternoon, Qingge practiced in the courtyard, and Yan Bingtong taught little Baozi calligraphy. Stroke by stroke, Little Baozi wrote the word "ge" with all his strength.
Little Baozi put down his pen, with some ink still stained on his face. He picked up the rice paper that had not yet dried the ink, and excitedly rushed out of the study and headed to the courtyard.
"Mom, look..." Little Baozi smiled.
Seeing this, Qingge smiled slightly and took the paper: "Is Ye'er going to give it to my mother?"
"Will mother like it?"
"certainly."
Qingge put it away carefully.
Afterwards, Yan Bingtong, Jiu Ci, the Goddess and others walked to the courtyard. Not long after, the King of the Seventh Palace sent someone to send a message: "Lord Chiyan, Miss Ye, our Seventh King said that there are three medicinal materials that the girl needs.
One part can be found within seven days, and the remaining medicinal materials will take some time."
"Tell the Seven Kings that the remaining medicinal materials must be found within three months, otherwise, even the Great Luo Immortal will not be able to help." Qingge said indifferently.
Jiu Ci peeled the orange peel, ate it with gusto, and lazily looked at the people sent by the Seventh Prince's Palace.
After the visitors from the Seventh Prince's Mansion left, they saw the God of Thunder appear in Chiyan Mansion with a beaming face and a bright red face.
Yan Bingtong had a headache when she saw the God of Thunder. The meal was going on forever, as if she would not stop until she got back the nine million yuan stone.
Yan Bingtong really doesn't understand. After all, the God of Thunder is the king of the palace, but he behaves so stingy. He doesn't know who can cure the God of Thunder.
When Jiu Ci saw the Thunder God, he didn't look kindly on it. He wished he could face the Thunder God with his butt.
After all, the God of Thunder has lived for five thousand years, so why is he so shameless?
"Thor God, it's not even dinner time yet, you're early." Yan Bingtong said.
"It's not too early, it's just the right time." The God of Thunder rushed towards Qing Ge and took out an exquisite hairpin, which was a space treasure.
The hairpin is gilded with gold, and the top is inlaid with jade. It is crystal clear, shiny, and very beautiful.
This hairpin is the ancestral treasure of the God of Thunder. It has been passed down from generation to generation and is worth 20 million yuan. It is really precious.
It's just that for so many years, Thor has always known that wealth should not be exposed, and few people have seen this hairpin.
Yan Bingtong saw the God of Thunder walking up to Qingge with a silly smile on his face, and took out a hairpin and gave it to Qingge. Yan Bingtong frowned immediately, and his eyes burned with raging anger: "Thor God, you bastard, Ge'er
You are still a child, you are an old thing who has lived for five thousand years, do you know you are ashamed?" Yan Bingtong held the red flame scepter, wishing to hit the thunder god's Tianling Cap, gnashing his teeth, furious, and in an instant, Chi
The flames of fire spread from the scepter to Yan Bingtong's whole body, burning fiercely and making a hissing sound.
The God of Thunder reacted quickly and quickly broke away. The scepter chopped down and split the stone table in two. The flames suddenly spread and almost burned the God of Thunder's clothes.
The God of Thunder was horrified and shouted: "Lord Chi Yan, what are you doing?"
"You are plotting evil against my daughter, what are you asking me for? Take your broken hairpin and get out. You are not welcome in Chiyan Mansion, otherwise I will see you once in the future and beat you once!" Yan Bingtong said angrily, with a bright look on his face.
, his handsome features reminded Qingge of the paintings he saw in the Four-Star Continent.
Yan Bingtong in the painting is what she looks like at this moment. This is also the mother in the dream.
"You bitch, you dare to covet my sister, mother, beat him to death and let him eat the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard!" Jiu Ci said while throwing the peeled orange peel at the God of Thunder's head.
Only then did the God of Thunder realize that there was a misunderstanding. When he saw Yan Bingtong coming with the scepter, he was so anxious that he almost cried. In such a hurry, he couldn't speak clearly and didn't know how to explain.
Just when Yan Bingtong's scepter was about to land on the Thunder God's head, Qingge's figure sitting on the stone chair moved slightly and held Yan Bingtong's wrist with her slender hands.
"Don't be afraid Ge'er, let me beat this lazy prodigal son to death for wanting to eat swan meat!" Yan Bingtong's eyes turned red.
Qing Ge was helpless and smiled in the spring breeze: "Mom, I was wrong."
"Wrong?" Yan Bingtong frowned, not knowing what he meant, but when facing Qing Ge, he was much gentler and no longer angry and shocked.
Qing Ge looked at the trembling Thunder God: "Are you ready for the Yuan Stone?"
"It's ready, everything is ready, this Laughing Heavenly Hairpin is worth twenty million yuan," said the God of Thunder.
"In that case, let's salute."
"..."
The God of Thunder came diligently and knelt on the ground facing Qingge.
This kneeling surprised everyone in the courtyard.
"Thunder God, what are you...?" Yan Bingtong frowned: "Kneeling is useless!"
Lei Shen knocked on the ground: "Disciple Lei Shen, I have met my master."
When Lei Shen came out, the red flames that arose from Yan Bingtong's body were quickly extinguished.