Zhou Xingyun asked Yan Qingrui to sit in the middle hall, and went out and came back. Then, he offered treasures and arranged a long dragon in front of Yan Qingrui.

Yan Qingrui's mouth twitched straight, looked at Zhou Xingyun and said, "I just need to treat the external trauma!"

Zhou Xingyun collected the medicine, brushed the ground again, and took out a lot of them.

Yan Qingrui said with a black thread: "I just need to treat external injuries!" Isn't she a child prodigy? Will she not understand human words?

Zhou Xingyun pointed to the dozen bottles discharged from the row this time and said, "These are all for treating external trauma!" He pointed to the types of them: "This is to treat bruises, which dissipate in three days, this is the fastest, it is 1 day, but it hurts a little!"

It also refers to the type: "This is for treating wounds. Sprinkle with medicinal powder to produce muscles in three days, and heal in four days without leaving any scars." This is a potion, with the same effect.

Let me refer to the yi type, and it is introduced. It is really all for treating trauma. There are powders, potions, pills, and ointments. There are fast-acting, slow-acting, targeted treatments, and all trauma.

Yan Qingrui looked Zhou Xingyun suspiciously. Why did she think this person is so unreliable? Shangguan Qianyu said he had medicine, but why did she feel that this was a liar selling dog skin plaster?

But looking at her calmness, her face couldn't help but turn black. This week, Xingyun was wearing cloud silk and jade silk, with a face like a crown and jade, red lips and white teeth, and a folding fan in her hand. The landscape paintings on it were worth at least ten thousand taels of silver.

That bone is made of jade.

He was full of low-key and luxurious pretentiousness, but, on his head, there was a wooden hairpin that was extremely ordinary, extremely inconspicuous, and extremely unworthy, and extremely poorly matched his identity.

The wood of the wooden hairpin is not special, the carving is not exquisite, and even a bit rough.

This is like a piece of extremely beautiful jade with a small flaw on it, which is too affecting the viewing.

What kind of weird taste is this?

Yan Qingrui had long forgotten the wooden hairpin she used as a weapon that she had made. Of course, she would not have thought that Zhou Xingyun actually used the hairpin to take it. With his taste, how could he look at such an ordinary thing?

Zhou Xingyun saw the unconcealed suspicion in Yan Qingrui's eyes, but he thought Yan Qingrui was suspicious of his medicine. He said directly: "The last time you hit me, I used this kind of ointment on my face. It's all day long."

Yan Qingrui: "" She seemed to have punched Zhou Xingyun at that time.

She picked up what Zhou Xingyun said. Since he used it all by himself, it must be good. She asked, "How much is the silver?"

Vice President Zhou Xingyun was greatly insulted and said righteously: "Xiao Qingqing, how can you do this? It hurts love? With our relationship, how can I ask for your money?"

Yan Qingrui: "What does she have to do with him?

She lowered her face and said coldly: "How about you calling Xiao Qingqing again?"

Zhou Xingyun shrank his neck and looked very scared, but there was a smile in his eyebrows and eyes. He said, "Then what did you say I called you?"

This question goes around and goes back.

Yan Qingrui said coldly: "Call me Master Yan." As she said that, she grabbed the bottle of medicine, threw down the silver note, turned around and walked out.
Chapter completed!