In the afternoon, she stood in front of the melting furnace, looked at the blue-purple flames leaping in the medicine furnace, and nodded with satisfaction.

Yun Xiaoxian, who was standing beside him, had a long head, and was amazed at the fire in the medicine furnace in front of him, while marveling at the extraordinary prescription in his hand.

As a medicine god, he has lived for so long, and it is the first time he has seen such an unusual prescription.

Although Yunxiaoxian’s Medicine King Valley is a small sect with few people and few scholars to study, because the children in the valley are proficient in healing techniques, they are the pinnacle of their ability to cure diseases and practice medicine in the world and the world.

But compared with the life-oriented technique of Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion, it is simply a witch.

Everyone knows that Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion is a magical doctor who is good at interpreting curses, eliminating evil curses, cultivating spiritual consciousness, not treating ordinary diseases, and not saving people without fate, so he rarely uses medicine.

He looked up and down the prescription in his hand several times, and could almost memorize it completely, but he didn't understand what disease Zhaoyue's prescription was to cure.

"These traditional medicinal materials are all great tonics. It is said that such a strong tonic is not beneficial to the body." Finally, Yun Xiaoxian couldn't help but speak.

"This is just a medicine introduction." Zhao Yue turned around, "The technique of Xiangsheng is mostly the most yin. If there is no such masculine medicine introduction, it will be difficult to balance the yin and yang in the body."

Yun Xiaoxian thought about it for a while, as if he understood a little, and nodded.

At this moment, Fu Chen, who lived in the living yard, was focusing on the historical book in his hand. Although the place in the book recorded himself was very tactful, it still failed to cover up the tragic situation of spies everywhere.

The marriage between Fusang and Lingnu was written as the prince of the Heavenly Clan was engaged to Lingnu. After Fuchen's death, Fusang naturally became the prince and married her.

There was a green light above my head.

At the end, it actually actually said that he was suspected of colluding with the enemy but failed to leave any evidence because of the Battle of the Wasteland, which became a unsolved case.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of years, I am afraid that I can't find a second guy who is as miserable as him.

It was dark in the sky. He looked up and saw that the time was almost over. He closed the book and fainted his breath. He turned from the extremely remote path outside the living yard to the woodshed, sat on the roof, and watched the every move of the yard.

In this dilapidated small courtyard, the little prince of the fox clan could live for so long. In terms of patience, it is truly amazing.

At night, the autumn breeze is cool, and it blows by his side, the bright moon hangs high, and is lonely everywhere.

He still sat steadily on the roof, looking alertly at the courtyard beneath his feet. The noisy firewood courtyard in the daytime, accompanied by the snoring of the servants and the cries of insects, he fell asleep.

Fu Chen was still sitting there, motionless. In addition to the soldiers who had passed away beside him in his past, Zhao Yue's figure was mixed in his mind.

Until now, he still doesn't understand why this woman wants to help him. She wants to save him a hundred years ago, but is still saving him a hundred years later.

He doesn't understand.

After sitting on the roof for half a stick of incense, the people he was waiting for finally came sneakily towards his room from behind Shangli's room.

He looked at her flashing into the room without expression.

It is true that the jade sign was put back into the cave, but a woman who was thoughtful like Lin Sheng would definitely come back to confirm it.

Tonight, she must leave some evidence that she cannot deny.

He jumped down from the roof, opened the window and flashed into the house, stood in the corner of the wall, waiting for her to come to the door by herself.

Three or four servants squeezed on the ground in the outer room. They cleaned up the couch in Fuchen's usual day in the inner room, hoping that he would come back one day to see him. When he was happy to say a few good words in front of Yue Zun, it was impossible for everyone in this room to be rewarded by Yue Zun.

The woman in black tiptoed, quietly pushed open the door of the inner room, and touched the hole at the head of the bed.

Fu Chen, who had hidden his breath, was in trouble at this time.

Lin Sheng was also a little brainy. He was wearing black clothes at night, wrapped in a strong top-down, with his eyes exposed outside. She didn't carry anything that could clearly prove her identity on weekdays.

How can this leave evidence from her?!

After reaching out and touching the hole for a long time, my eyes turned into crescent moons. Then I climbed down from the kang with my hands and feet. Just as I was about to leave, my eyes fell on Fu Chen's small cabinet again.

Almost subconsciously pulled open the cabinet door and reached in and took a few shots.

Cut, there were more than a dozen copper plates a few days ago, and I thought I could find some pockets, but I touched it all over the coarse cloth clothes.

She looked at her very dissatisfied.

The boy in the corner looked at her expression and movements coldly, and wanted to go up and slap her twice.

I searched through this room and found that there was no valuable thing, so I turned around and left in disappointment.

Fu Chen watched her push the door open and exit the room, and was a little anxious. He touched a stone on the ground, pinched her feet, and the moment he hit her, he heard her scream.

He stared blankly at the appearance here for no reason, and was knocked over by Lin Sheng in black. Zhao Yue with a surprised look on his face.

"I haven't been burned yet, why are you calling so loudly?"

The servants in the house woke up when they heard the sound and rushed out. When they saw the woman in black confronting Zhao Yue, they were all shocked and stood there and dared not move.

Zhao Yue saw that she was covering her neck and her hands were blistered by flints. She was secretly happy and reached out to pull the black scarf on her face.

The moment her finger touched, Lin Sheng was shocked and did not care about the fact that many suddenly flew onto the roof, and disappeared.

The middle-level disciple who was guarding Shangli rushed over and didn't care about ceremonies and was about to chase them, but she reached out to stop her.

"Forget it, I'm not hurt, but she screamed so loudly and scared me."

After saying that, he looked at the servants rushing out of the room with great concern and asked, "Does our family Fuchen come back to rest?"

The servants waved their hands in a hurry and saluted, "Report to Yuezun, no, no."

Zhaoyue pulled her voice very long and said "Oh" very exaggeratedly.

After thinking for a while, he nodded in a clear way: "I thought he was back to sleep. The autumn wind was cold and cold, and his small body caught a cold, which was awesome."

Then he bent down to salute the people in front of him very politely: "I'm sorry for everyone to rest."

Seeing that the strongest god known to be in the world was so polite, the people in the yard quickly saluted and exchanged greetings for a while, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Zhao Yue looked at Fu Chen, who was still standing there invisible, smiled with a crooked mouth, and spread out his clenched fists.

A small word "Lin" is engraved on a delicate silver earring in his palm.

She smiled proudly, closed her hand, and walked out of the yard with a swagger.

Fu Chen stood there, looking at her leaving behind coldly, Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a snorted in her nose.

He followed her, keeping a distance of not far and wide. He listened to her seemingly in a good mood and humming songs, and felt more and more confused.

After returning to the small yard, he turned around and closed the door. Zhaoyue heard the little fox behind him who had appeared and said coldly: "Mediating on other people's business."

"Hey, good intentions are like donkeys." She threw the earrings to him.

The little fox didn't look back and grabbed it tightly in his hand.

"I see that she is so tightly wrapped, you don't have any chance to start." She said as she walked, "Oh, by the way, I'll give you another good news. The bottle of pearl powder on her dressing table will shine when the moonlight is shining."

After saying that, she hummed a little song and entered the room.

Fu Chen looked at the earrings with the word Lin in his hand, and his heart became even more confused.

How capable is the ancient Yuezun, who is able to know every move of his hands.

This was the case a hundred years ago, and it was the case a hundred years later. If he was an enemy of her, he might not get any advantage.

After a long time, he put away the earrings and looked up at the stars in the sky.

"Seeing the moon shines? Is phosphorus powder added to it?" He sneered, "I can't be quite satisfied with the methods."

The moon was on his eyebrows, leaning against the windowsill to read Fu Chen, who had been reading a few volumes of books, tightening his clothes. The surroundings were lonely and the stars were shining. He rubbed his already sleepy eyelids, put down the book, and glanced at the bedroom at the other end.

Zhaoyue had already fallen asleep, and the breathing sound came evenly. For some reason, he sat there, listening to the sound, and felt vaguely at ease.

This feeling has never happened again since it broke through the despicable behavior of Fusang and Lingnu.

The spirit girl lived in his Qianyuan Palace for at least a thousand years. He almost fought for everything for her. He went through the next world for sixty years. He found everything that she wanted.

Thinking about it now, he is such a fool.

For thousands of years, he never touched her at all, just because she said she would leave all the beauty on the wedding day.

Well, she did leave all the beauty on the day of her wedding, stepping on his broken heart and corpse, and ascend to the position of the queen of heaven.

Fu Chen, alone, held a thin quilt, leaned against the big tree in the yard, looked at the silhouettes of the stars and the big trees, and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!