Pharmacist Zhang looked her up and down, but found no association patterns on her body, and contempt and disdain suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"His Royal Highness King Jing." He said calmly, "Is this your future princess?"
Jun Wuchen glanced back: "Any advice from Pharmacist Zhang?"
"I don't dare to teach you anything, but before I came here, I heard about the name of the princess-to-be. It is said that she has the level of a high-level alchemist? This makes me admire her so much..."
Pharmacist Zhang bit down on the word "admiration" with a smile on his face.
"But this pharmacist is very curious. Since she is a 'high-level alchemist', why doesn't she even have an association pattern on her body?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became silent.
Long San had an ugly face and looked at Zhang Yaoshi with an unkind look.
What does he mean?
In front of their prince, questioning the princess’s level?
The smile on Jun Wuchen's lips faded, his eyes were dim and he did not speak.
Instead, Yun Luo tilted his head and asked curiously: "What's wrong with not having an association pattern? Is this thing important?"
"Of course it's important!"
Zhang Yaoshi snorted coldly, shook his collar, and said arrogantly: "This is the unique pattern of the Alchemist Association, and it is a symbol of authority and recognition! Only alchemists who are truly recognized by the association are qualified to wear it." p>
The implication is that patterns are a symbol of their status and synonymous with nobility.
"Oh..."
Yun Luo had a look of enlightenment on his face, as if he had seen a lot.
She turned around and said to Jun Wuchen with a smile: "I was thinking just now that this pattern is earthy and tacky, and no one with any sense of aesthetics would embroider it on clothes. It turns out that I underestimated it - although it is
It looks ugly, but the meaning is different!"
Just like a domestic pet wearing a collar.
Although it is a bit ugly, how can you show the identity difference without wearing a belt?
"Pfft——" Long San couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.
If conditions didn't allow it, he would definitely hold his belly and laugh wildly.
It’s really a pity that the princess can think of this kind of venomous tongue that clearly praises and criticizes without any curse words!
The surrounding black-armored soldiers all had strange expressions. They seemed to be trying their best to suppress the twitching smiles at the corners of their mouths. They lowered their heads in unison and carefully observed the floor tiles under their feet...
Well, this brick is square and upright, so nice!
Zhang Yaoshi's face twitched, and he pointed at Yunluo, trembling as if he was suffering from epilepsy: "You, you, you... what did you say?! Say it to me again!?"
He was so angry that his voice became incoherent.
Yun Luo looked over with a smile, before he could speak.
Suddenly, Yaoshi Zhang heard a scream of "Ouch!!", and the hand pointing at Yun Luo's nose was suddenly withdrawn as if it had been electrocuted.
If you look closely, his finger seems to be burnt black, as if it has been injured by lightning, and there is a faint smoke.
Yun Luo felt sweet in her heart, and the smile on her lips was a little sweet.
Jun Wuchen's tone was cold: "Next time, Zhang Yaoshi, don't ask for this hand!"
Long San was beside him, "Pfft!" He couldn't stop laughing, looking at Zhang Yaoshi's bright red face, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of ridicule.
It’s really looking for death without looking at the place!
In front of their prince, it is enough to question the level of the princess.
He dared to point his dog paw at the princess and talk...
Do you really think that the prince dare not chop off his claws?