The happy life of Queen Nong

Chapter 500

After thinking for a moment, Liu Chanfeng said quietly.

He really didn't want to say it, because he didn't want to involve Qingsang in it, but now it seems that even if he didn't say it, the two of them can guess all kinds of things. These two people are too smart to talk to smart people , Sometimes it is so tiring.

"Madam?"

Qingsang blinked, showing curiosity, "What kind of medicine does she want you to make?"

"Harmful medicine."

Liu Chanfeng hesitated and said.

Qingsang frowned: "What kind of medicine, can Brother Liu tell you in detail?"

"The abortion pill."

Liu Chanfeng took a deep breath, and finally gave up.

"Abortion?" Qingsang was stunned, and squinted her eyes. The lady wants abortion pills. Whose fetus is she trying to abort?She hurriedly asked again, "Since it's an abortion pill, you can buy it at any medicine shop. Why do you need to ask you to prepare it?"

"Because there are traces of other abortion medicines, there are many people in Yang's house, and there are many people staring at them. If you buy abortion medicine directly, you will be found out, but she asked me to come over to help her dispense the medicine on the grounds of seeing a doctor for herself. It can be deceiving."

Qingsang nodded, that was the reason, and then sneered, this Mrs. Yang is really a treacherous villain, who actually wants to murder the unborn child!
"Hey, that's not right!"

Suddenly, Qingsang thought of something, and shook her head vigorously: "You said she wanted to make abortion pills, but you refused, then how could she let you go?"

This Mrs. Yang is so vicious, and her plan was exposed, how could she let Liu Chanfeng go?
If Liu Chanfeng reveals her deeds, isn't that dangerous?

Seeing Qingsang's thoughts, Liu Chanfeng smiled bitterly: "I know what she is going to prepare is abortion pills, but I didn't say anything, I just said that it wouldn't be made into pills, so she thought I was useless and beat me up." out."

Qingsang: "..."

She seemed to think of something, and asked in surprise, "Pills?"

"Yes, the prescriptions we usually use are prescriptions. Others include powders, pills, ointments, etc., which are different forms of medicinal materials. This pill is similar to alchemy. I don't know it, and I don't have the conditions to learn it."

"Isn't the pill just kneading medicinal materials into a ball? Why is it involved in alchemy?"

Qingsang was puzzled. She had read about these various "potions" in books before, but she had never really come into contact with them. Now that she listened to Liu Chanfeng's description, she found it quite interesting. The pills actually require alchemy...

"Ahem, kneading the medicinal materials directly is an ordinary pill, and the medicinal effect is not even as good as directly boiling the medicinal materials. The real pills are made in a pill furnace." Liu Chanfeng explained.

"Refined in a pill furnace?"

Qingsang thought it was funny, thinking of those emperors in ancient China, many Mingjun also ridiculously went to alchemists and alchemists in their later years, wanting to take the elixir of life, and finally ate themselves to death.

Those medicines are all alloys made from cinnabar, lead and mercury, can they be eaten?Just eat it to death, okay?
Now, even Chinese medicine practitioners have to make alchemy?

Are you kidding me?
Seeing the sarcasm in Qingsang's eyes, Liu Chanfeng rarely became serious: "Qingsang, this is not random refining, it is a combination of various medicinal materials, and then using a furnace to refine their medicinal properties, and those The alchemist's alchemy is different."

"Ah, that's it, oh, that was my mistake..." Qingsang turned around and said, "Will you?"

"will not."

"I'm not asking if it's really possible, but if you will theoretically?"

"Theoretically?" Liu Chanfeng was taken aback.

"That's right, have you ever learned it? I know, for alchemy, you need a pill furnace, materials, and charcoal fire. The cost is very high. How can ordinary people afford it?"

Liu Chanfeng was frustrated, he thought, but he has no tools?

(End of this chapter)