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Chapter 198 It's time for her to pretend
Just as the disciple was about to say yes, Jiang Mengyue shook her head and said, "No, no! I was taken back to the Burning Palace by Feng Qingxiao, and I personally hate her very much!"

Jiang Mengyue comprehended the essence of talking nonsense when seeing people, and talking nonsense when seeing ghosts.

"laugh……"

Shui Rong'er sneered, and said in a strange way: "Brother, don't listen to her nonsense, she is very much in love with the master of the palace!"

"Shui Rong'er, you have a new master again? Congratulations on becoming a slave of two surnames!"

Jiang Mengyue looked serious.

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the Great Elder and said, "Congratulations too! I hugged a new pair of thighs, but it's a pity they are old cold legs!"

"Ugly, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Ling Feng's face instantly sank.

At this moment, Gu Yinshu was standing on the big tree outside the tent, looking down at Jiang Mengyue, with a hint of interest in his cold eyes.

"Master, will they kill my little teacher?"

Ye Wumei frowned.

"If you are worried, prepare a coffin for her."

Gu Yinshu spoke slowly.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Ye Wumei's coquettish eyes, she shook her head and said, "Oh, if she doesn't run away while Feng Qingxiao is not around, what's the point of joining in the fun?
By the way, Master, why didn't you kill Feng Qingxiao? "

"I have something to ask him."

Gu Yinshu cherishes words like gold.

"It's about the formation... no, is it about uncle?"

A deep meaning flashed across Ye Wumei's handsome face.

Gu Yinshu didn't explain much.

"Tomorrow at the latest, I will be able to heal the elder brother's leg. How can it be your turn to taunt him here?"

Shui Rong'er's eyes turned hard, and she drew out her long sword and said, "This girl killed you vixen with her own hands!"

"Your medical skills are not good. If you kill me, there will be no one to treat his old cold legs."

Jiang Mengyue smiled faintly.

In fact, she didn't know how good Shui Rong'er's medical skills were, but she had to develop her prestige so that the play could continue.

Shui Rong'er looked at Jiang Mengyue in surprise, and laughed out loud.

"I am the Chief Physician of Burning Palace, you say my medical skills are not good? Then you will be fine with mediocre medical skills?"

"Yes, yes, I am a thousand times stronger than you!"

Jiang Mengyue looked serious.

The great elder's eyes were full of contempt, and he said condescendingly: "I heard that you once cured Ye Wumei, the lord of the Deceitful Sect, right?
Heh, it's just good luck, it's just a fluke, did you really regard yourself as a miracle doctor? "

Ling Feng also looked down on Jiang Mengyue, he was about to order Shui Rong'er to kill her, Jiang Mengyue said slowly: "If you don't try, how will you know I can't do it?"

She walked slowly out of the window, pointed to a mountain range to the north and said: "There are many wild Eucommia in this mountain.

If you can pick a basket of Eucommia ulmoides, I can use it to cure the old cold legs, and guarantee that it will never recur, how about it? "

A disciple sneered and said, "Eucommia matures in October every year, and now it's January. It's freezing cold. Where can I find Eucommia for you?"

"Look at this idiot, you don't even know the season when Eucommia is ripe?"

Another disciple said contemptuously.

"What I want you to look for is the eucommia that matures in winter. After you find the eucommia, if I can't cure the old cold legs, I will compensate you 1000 billion taels of silver."

Jiang Mengyue's tone was indifferent.

Eucommia ulmoides is sweet and warm in nature, which can treat waist and leg pain caused by kidney deficiency, but it cannot treat old cold legs.

She was deliberately fooling them.

"Yo, 1000 billion taels of silver?"

Shui Rong'er frowned slightly, and said in a strange way: "Even if the high priest usually rewards you with some extra money.

You can't make up 1000 billion taels?Be careful if you fail to brag, you will become a laughing stock! "

Jiang Mengyue knew that the time had come for her to pretend.

So, she took out a thick stack of banknotes from Pin Xixi, and slammed it on the table.

"Look, how much silver is this?"

Jiang Mengyue said with a half-smile.

"Damn it! Each bank note is worth 1000 million taels, so there must be several thousand? Are they fake?"

"The large-denomination banknotes are made of special materials, and they emit a lavender light under the moonlight. These banknotes seem to be real!"

"I never imagined that the nymphomaniac in Fengguo would be so rich!"

The disciples were shocked.

Shui Rong'er's face flushed red from anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "You...you shameless bitch, how dare you steal Feng Qingxiao's money!"

Jiang Mengyue glanced at her and said, "One of my tricycles can be sold for a high price of 1000 million taels. Is it rare to steal money?"

"you……"

Shui Rong'er glared at Jiang Mengyue, and immediately didn't know how to refute.

Turning her coquettish eyes, she said coquettishly to Ling Feng: "Brother, why do you insist on treating you for this idiot?

Among them...is there any conspiracy? "

Ling Feng was staring at the bank note fervently, he came back to his senses when he heard the words, and said with a sneer: "Rong'er is absolutely right.

If you cured me of my disease, I won’t get any benefits. If I can’t cure it, I will have to pay 1000 billion taels of silver.

How can there be such a good thing in the world?There must be a ghost in it! "

Jiang Mengyue put the banknote into Pin Xixi, and said with a sneer, "Who said I don't want any benefits? If I cure you, you have to let me go!"

Ling Feng frowned: "This is impossible, you are Feng Qingxiao's wife, I must drive you to death..."

"Ma'am, how tall are you! Have we had a wedding? Is it a bridal chamber?"

Jiang Mengyue was speechless for a moment.

"It's not."

Ling Feng shook his head slowly.

"So why can't you let me go?"

Jiang Mengyue raised her eyebrows.

"This... that's all! If you can really cure my old cold legs, I'll just let you go.

But we must let Rong'er diagnose and treat first, if Rong'er can cure my illness, you will lose if you don't do anything, how about it? "

Ling Feng stared at Jiang Mengyue, obviously wanting to covet her money.

"Okay, anyway, it will take a long time for you to find Eucommia, so let her treat you first!"

Jiang Mengyue smiled faintly, and glanced at Ling Feng's legs.

When his legs moved, there was a slight thud, not like the old cold legs caused by rheumatism or arthritis.

She saw that the leg pain was probably caused by the severe tendon injury caused by his years of martial arts practice, and contraction spasms after being exposed to the cold.

Only a tendon repair operation can make him recover, which Shui Rong'er does not have.

Shui Rong'er burst out laughing, looked at Jiang Mengyue contemptuously and said, "Yo, this idiot actually agreed, it's really a bad brain, giggling..."

Jiang Mengyue just smiled and said nothing.

Take the time to laugh, you should be crying later.

"Oh, the third princess is a cheerful person."

Ling Feng glanced at Jiang Mengyue sarcastically, and suppressed a smile and said: "Elder Elder, you take a thousand disciples to the northern mountain range, looking for..."

"Wait! The mountain range in the north stretches for [-] miles, why did you send [-] disciples to fool the ghost?"

Jiang Mengyue sneered.

(End of this chapter)