"Xuan An." Feng Jinghong called out, clenched his hands into fists and put them to his mouth, and coughed lightly.
Xuan An immediately rushed in. Seeing Feng Jinghong's face pale, he felt nervous.
What happened to "Master"?
"You come and bid." Feng Jinghong pointed to the window and pulled Luo Qingfeng back.
"Yes." Xuan An replied in a daze.
What's wrong
Why is the master pretending to be sick again?
Well
That's wrong. It should be that the master has been ill.
Luo Qingfeng followed him back, leaned lazily on the big chair, and looked at him with a smile.
He is truly a sick man.
It is as if the disease is coming like a mountain, and this "disease" comes as soon as you say it.
"My dear concubine, my husband is sick, shouldn't you be concerned about it?" Feng Jinghong covered her chest with her hands, with a hurt expression on her face.
Luo Qingfeng looked at it thoughtfully and nodded, and Xi Shi's compliments were nothing more than that.
"If you can draw a picture of a beautiful woman, many people will definitely feel sad." It's a pity that she doesn't have the literary talent.
Also, if a sick prince has been out for a long time, his body will no longer be able to support it.
He is so good at pretending to be sick, it seems he does it all the time.
The Ninth Prince who was favored by the Phoenix Emperor was hit by a cold poison and could not get rid of it. Even if he got rid of the cold poison, he would continue to pretend that he had not got rid of the cold poison.
pet.
Seeing him like this, she began to doubt the authenticity of this love.
Xuan An resisted the urge to laugh and turned to look out the window.
He heard nothing, heard nothing.
Feng Jinghong walked next to her with a heartbroken look and leaned against her.
"My husband is sick." Well, he is sick.
"I will not abandon you." Luo Qingfeng patted his shoulder, showing a relieved expression.
Feng Jinghong twitched the corner of his mouth and said seriously, "Ninth Princess, your husband is sick and injured, shouldn't you show concern?"
Is this the correct style of painting?
"Ninth Prince, if you are sick or injured, my first reaction is to treat you." Luo Qingfeng shrugged and smiled.
She is an alchemist, and her concerns are not as direct as healing.
That's right too.
Feng Jinghong nodded, this is the correct painting style, but
"Outsiders don't know."
"There are no outsiders here."
Feng Jinghong ""
The topic seems to have strayed, this is not what I wanted to say at the beginning.
"Xuan An, what's the price?" Luo Qingfeng shouted. After all, it was his own elixir, so he had to pay attention to the price.
Xuan An almost burst into tears, Miss Qingfeng finally saw his existence.
Is it really okay for the two of them to be like this? After all, there is a big living person standing here, and he has the illusion of being used as a background.
"Five million." For a third-grade elixir, this price is simply astonishing.
It seems that the master has also used Miss Qingfeng's elixir. Her elixir is indeed more effective than others, even if it is the same elixir.
"Oh." Five million.
"According to this trend, it can rise to six to seven million." Xuan An continued.
Six or seven million, his white fingers rubbed his chin.
"It's okay." More than expected.
"My beloved concubine, I want to ask about something." Feng Jinghong approached her and asked doubtfully.
"What's the matter" still needs to be inquired about?
"It's also a third-grade elixir, and it's the same kind of elixir. Why is yours so much better than others?" If he was thinking correctly, that should be the reason.
"You don't know" Luo Qingfeng held his face with both hands.
When Xuan An saw Luo Qingfeng's actions, his body froze and he turned around slowly like a machine.