Fan Jingcheng's eyes were only on Fan Qinglian's face. After he said this, Fan Jingcheng was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at it, and said in confusion: "No way?"
He took the spoon and savored it carefully: "When I ate it before, it seemed to be bigger than this rice grain, with a stronger aroma and thicker."
Fan Qing snorted coldly: "I care too, but it's messy. Even if it's better, it's just rice and grain. Even the holy medicine may not be able to solve it. How could it be cured by a bowl of rice! Think about it,
What did you eat!"
"This..." Fan Jingcheng frowned: "Uncle, I actually couldn't believe it at first, so I stole it several times in a row, and finally confirmed that it was the skill of rice and grain..."
"Impossible!" Fan Qingde said decisively: "This rice is the same as what we ate all the way."
Fan Jingcheng hesitated for a moment: "Then, is the rice in the granary good?"
"How is that possible!" Fan Qing said disdainfully: "I heard that these official rats have always been the best at filling their own bags. They guard such a large granary and don't eat good food. Do you still eat it again?"
"Yes." Fan Jingcheng was also a little confused and murmured: "But if it weren't for rice, I didn't seem to eat anything else?"
Fan Qing mentioned, "It may not be effective immediately. It may be because of what you ate before this! Where have you been there in those days? Think carefully!"
Fan Jingcheng coughed twice.
Before this, he had just been in love with a famous artist for two months. He was indeed very good at wine and food, but if it was special, there was really nothing.
Besides, looking at Fan Qinglian's pair of autumn water eyes and looking at him with great concern, how could he tell the truth?
So he said, "I came all the way from Jiangnan and saw an inn and restaurant, so I could take a meal at will. How could there be any medicine that can be bought on the market at will?"
He paused: "Maybe it was just that I was relieved and my breath went smoothly."
Fan Qing was stunned, then he glared and said, "You said you have a bad breath, it's not... it's time?"
He always looked arrogant, but when he said this, his voice was involuntarily lowered, obviously he was extremely afraid of it and even dared not say it clearly.
Fan Jingcheng shook his head and said, "I don't know, I didn't know that I was..." He looked at Fan Qinglian inadvertently, lowered his eyes and said, "I feel depressed, so I always feel uncomfortable when practicing martial arts. I
I also thought it was that time, so I came out. I thought, even if I die, I will die outside. You thought I was free and relieved of sadness. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Fan Qinglian clenched her hands tightly and looked full of pity.
Fan Qing wanted to scold him, but after hearing what he said, he couldn't scold him anymore. He frowned and said, "I thought... Fortunately, it wasn't!" He sighed.
The three of them were silent for a moment.
After a while, Fan Jing Chengcai said, "So, uncle, what should we do now?"
Fan Qingde said, "Let's go to the capital first, and let's talk about it when we recover from the wound!" As he said, he couldn't help but look at Fan Qinglian again.
But Fan Qinglian's holy medicine was given by her husband, not her own thing. In the end, it was used on herself, and there was nothing to say.
Finally he stood up: "Let's go, go back first."
Over there, Tang Shijin had just gotten up, and Wu Buzheng came over to talk.
Long eyes and flying ears are the ones that can hear the distance and the eyes can see the distance, so there is no need to be very close to them when spying... He kept listening when the three of them spoke.
He was speechless: "That Fan Qing looked like he was the smartest. In fact, I couldn't bear to see it! That Fan Jingcheng and his aunt were all flirting with each other, and the fool could tell it, but he was stunned.
It's unaware of it!"
"No, not only Fan Qingde, but others are also stupid! Tell me, it was midnight, and when the officers and soldiers got rid of it, they were making fire outside, fearing that others would not be able to find him? And when they said they were back in the city, they actually put it in a fire.
I took the rice bag, and the four words of the bright national granary, you can tell me how difficult it is to put it in and can't see it! After all, I'm not stupid enough to go home, so I threw the bag when I arrived at the city gate."
"That holy medicine, I don't know what it is. It sounds rare. Fan Jingcheng doesn't feel sorry for him. He really gave it to the woman. I saw that his uncle was almost angry and couldn't hold it in his stomach.
hair……"
Tang Shijin listened to him complaining all the way and said, "Actually, have you noticed that these people are obviously different from normal people in the martial arts world."
Wu Buzheng said: "What does it mean? What do you think of a normal jianghu people?"
Tang Shijin said: "They never think twice when doing things, they are very casual and willful, and they don't care about the imperial power and etiquette. When they can't win, they will not care about face or anything else. They will not feel bad if they say they can't run away.
I'm so embarrassed; when fighting, I always yell inappropriately about the rules of the world like "poor people"..."
Wu Buzheng slapped his forehead: "It's true? What does this mean?"
Tang Shijin said: "It means that they do live in a relatively simple and isolated environment. Many things come from paper talk, rather than seeing and experiencing them with their own eyes... From the benefits, people like them are easy to cheat, very simple
The plan can deceive them; from the disadvantages, they have no rules and regulations in their hearts and don’t care about anything, so it’s difficult to persuade them to threaten them. And…”
"Ouch!" Wu Buzheng frowned and said, "Isn't this forcing us to do good things? I'm the honest man who is the most lie!"
Tang Shijin laughed: "Well, you are the most honest."
After laughing for a long time, he continued: "And, I think, compared to the superiority and inferiority, this force seems to be more important than the superiority and inferiority, and even deliberately despise the superiority and inferiority. So, how to say it, at least the founder's psychology is more subtle and you can be careful
Think about it.”
As they talked, they arrived at the East Palace. From afar, they saw Jiang Bi'an standing under the corridor with his mouth slightly bent, as if he was in a good mood.
Tang Shijin asked him: "Why did you come in so early?"
Jiang Bi'an said: "I haven't entered the palace for a few days, come in and take a look."
Tang Shijin nodded and looked at Shichen: "The prince and his team will have to spend more than a minute, so let's go to the small school ground first."
Jiang Bi'an followed directly. Tang Shijin saw that the corners of his mouth were bent and was very surprised: "Why are you so happy? Have you picked up money?"
Jiang Bi'an said lightly: "It's nothing, I just heard about some fun things."
"It's fun..." Tang Shijin thought about it, and his eyes were wrong at the time: "Did you go to examine Wu's family?"
Jiang Bi'an did not answer.
Tang Shijin was convinced: "Jiang Hu, are you idle? Just tell me if you are idle!"
"Yes," he said leisurely: "I'm idle."
Tang Shijin: "..."
She glared at him, and Jiang Bi'an suddenly saluted behind her: "Your Highness."
"Young Master Jiang!" The little prince ran over and said, "Have your injuries healed?"
Jiang Bi'an squatted down: "I'm fine."
The little prince patted his shoulder with his little hand: "I'm very worried about you. If you haven't healed, take a few more days off and don't rush to enter the palace."
Jiang Bi'an's cold and hard man looked very gentle when he looked at the little prince: "Thank you, Your Highness, I'm really fine."