Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 222 Asked for a lot of herbs
Qingyange only felt that his heart missed half a beat.

The crazy man changed the subject, "Fortunately, with me, this little glutinous rice dumpling can be saved."

Qingyange couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

If it wasn't for this person having two brushes, she would definitely put Qing Yuan in now and beat him up hard.

Qing Yange suppressed the anger in her heart, raised a very reluctant smile, and asked kindly: "I don't know how the eminent monk will save my nephew?"

The crazy man glanced at Qing Yange, and said with a little disgust: "If you really can't laugh, then stop laughing. It's a pity that such a pretty little girl can smile like this. A jade-like face!"

With an angry look on Qingyange's face, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly: "Are you going to save me or not?!"

The crazy man trembled in fright at the voice. He pretended to be calm and coughed twice, "Ahem, I'll treat him right away."

The crazy man cast a look at Eunuch Chen who was at the side, and Eunuch Chen immediately rolled up the sleeves on the wrists of the little glutinous rice dumpling knowingly.

The crazy man put his hand on the pulse of the little glutinous rice dumpling, he closed his eyes, and took the pulse in a decent manner.

He only saw that the expression of the originally relaxed and crazy man darkened a little bit, his brows were furrowed, and after a long time he said: "Princess, I need you to prepare some medicinal materials."

Qing Yange, who was watching the situation here with bated breath, probably had a bottom line in her mind when she heard this.

It seemed that Zijin was saved.

Qing Yange immediately showed a gratified smile, "Eminent monk, just tell me what herbs you need, we have everything in our treasury."

When the Taoist monk heard Qing Yange's words, he immediately beamed with joy. He showed a bright smile and asked in a low voice, "Then how many thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum are there in the treasury?"

Qingyange looked at Eunuch Chen, "Eunuch Chen, how many thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum do you have?"

Eunuch Chen's face froze when his name was called, and he said with sincerity and fear: "This... the treasury is not kept by the slave, and the slave doesn't know how many thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum there are!"

"Then who is in charge of the treasury?" Qing Yange asked.

Eunuch Chen replied respectfully: "Princess Hui, she is the servant of the household department."

The corners of Qing Yange's mouth raised lightly, and she called out loudly: "Minister of the Xuanhu Department."

A quarter of an hour later, the servant of the household department walked in slowly with a heavy booklet.

He saluted Qing Yange, "Princess."

Qing Yange nodded, slightly raised her chin, and said to the crazy man: "If you want to know how many herbs are there, just ask him."

The crazy man beamed with joy, he rubbed his palms and walked up to the servant of the household department, and asked with mischievous eyebrows: "Excuse me, brother, how many thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum are there in the warehouse?"

Only then did the servant of the household department see that there was another person in the hall.

The man was covered in patches all over his body, and there was not a single intact part of his clothes.

The hair that looked like a chicken coop looked dirty, and he could even smell a sour smell if he got close to him, and the minister of household department quickly took a step back subconsciously.

"How many?" The crazy man looked at the servant of the household department for a long time without answering, and he leaned forward again anxiously.

Forced the servant of the household department to take another step back.

The crazy man followed suit.

The two retreated and advanced, causing the distance between the two of them to remain unchanged.

Seeing that he was about to be pushed into a corner, the Minister of the Household Department hurriedly said, "You...don't lean over, how can I turn over the book if you come over here? How can I know how many Ganoderma lucidum there are if I don't look through the booklet?"

Hearing this, the crazy man took two steps back obediently.

Tobu Shiro only felt that the air in front of him was getting better again, he took a deep breath and started to open the booklet.

After a while, he raised his eyes and replied, "Princess Hui, there are three thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum."

The crazy man waved his hand and said: "Then bring two plants over here."

"This... this thing is expensive..." the servant of Hubu hesitated.

Qing Yange explained: "Take it out, this is the medicinal material needed to save Zijin."

Hubu Shilang lowered his head reluctantly, "Yes."

With that bright smile on his face, the crazy man asked again, "How many Tianshan snow lotus trees are there?"

The Minister of Tobe gritted his teeth and announced a number, "One tree."

"Then cut it in half and take it out."

"Yes."

"How many centuries-old ginseng are there?"

"...two plants."

"Then fetch one for me."

"……it is good."

……

When the Minister of the Ministry of Accounting ordered his subordinates to move all the medicinal materials that the crazy man wanted from the treasury outside the gate of the Golden Luan Palace, the crazy man rushed over with open arms, counting the medicinal materials here and counting the medicinal materials there.

After making sure that the quantity of each medicinal material he requested was not missing, he walked back to the palace contentedly.

Seeing the very serious attitude of the crazy man checking the medicinal materials just now, Qing Yange finally felt relieved.

It seems that this person in front of him is not a quack doctor, at least he is very strict about selecting medicinal materials.

"Excuse me, the Taoist monk, how should I decoct these medicines? I want them to take them down and boil them as soon as possible." Qing Yange asked with a faint smile.

The crazy man glanced at Qing Yange strangely, "Why do you need to decoct the medicine?"

Qing Yange was stunned, "Didn't you say you want to use these medicinal herbs to cure Zijin?"

The crazy man shook his head, "I never said that, you said it all!"

Qingyange gritted her teeth, her face getting colder.

That's right, you didn't say that these medicinal materials are used to treat Zijin, but you didn't deny it either.

Seeing Qingyange's angry appearance, the lunatic man hurriedly said: "Don't take advantage of my medicinal materials. The medicinal materials I took are the reward for treating the little emperor, and no one can take them!"

Qing Yange took a deep breath, her eyes suddenly opened, revealing a cold light, she said coldly: "Then where did you save Zijin? You came here for the medicinal materials in our national treasury from the beginning to the end. Let's do it!"

The crazy man denied it categorically, "The monks don't lie, I said I can cure this little glutinous rice dumpling, and I will definitely be able to."

"Then why don't you heal?" Qing Yange's bones creaked.

The lunatic man turned pale with fright, he put his big hand with sharp bones into his arms, and while digging out something, he shouted: "You...you can't hit me, I'm an eminent monk!"

Qingyange finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She didn't intend to bear it any longer.

She shouted loudly towards the door: "Come on, take this—"

"Princess, I found it! This is it. With it, the little glutinous rice balls can cure diseases without any toxins!" At this moment of life and death, the crazy man finally took out a porcelain bottle from his arms.

(End of this chapter)