My husband is the future emperor

This is his hidden advantage and the key to his victory in this game.

Don't blame him for cheating on the spot. He has always been a man who will never stop until he reaches his goal.

Not a good man, but not a bad man.

Gu girl is a rare poison genius. He can't let her go.

With his hard work and glory, someone must inherit and carry forward it. She is the only one. He has an eye on her.

Mu Laozi's thoughts were written on his face. Gu Qingcheng had already seen it, but she didn't say it.

One is unnecessary, the other is disdain.

In terms of poison art, Mu Laozi is not her opponent.

What is there to contend with those who are weaker than themselves?

"Qingcheng, what can I do for you?" the gentleman Lin asked.

He always wanted to do something for her instead of standing and doing nothing.

The time of a column of incense is very short. You can't waste a minute.

Gu Qingcheng buried his head in writing the medicine without lifting his head. "If you really want to do something, please help me sharpen the ink?"

Murong Xizhou and Mu Laozi couldn't help but put down their work and looked up at Gu Qingcheng. The sarcasm in their eyes was undisguised.

Who is Junzi Lin?

She just called Junzi Lin, but she still asked him to do the work of servants?

There is no doubt that such a noble man as Junzi Lin must have never polished his own ink since childhood, let alone others.

Gu Qingcheng asked him to help sharpen ink? This is a rush to hit yourself in the face!

Wait, wait to be beaten in the face by Junzi Lin!

However, the gentleman Lin didn't say anything. He got up to Gu Qingcheng and helped her sharpen her ink. He didn't want to.

The husband and wife are harmonious. No one has to lower his head, and no one wants to see whose face.

They are equal, who needs what, the other side will pay without scruples. Don't care about face, don't care about everything.

Murong Xizhou looked at Gu Qingcheng and Junzi Lin, pursed his lips and didn't speak.

If you pay attention to observation, you can see that his fundus is floating with the light of calculation.

It can be seen that Junzi Lin is in love with Gu Qingcheng.

He did something unimaginable for her.

If——

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The time of one incense stick is not long. It will arrive soon.

The Gong didn't sound at the end. Gu Qingcheng and Mu Laozi were still writing hard. They could write one more word, one more word.

They looked like candidates rushing to answer the questions after the bell rang at the end of the exam.

Probably because of the high concentration of spirit, but during the time of a column of incense competition, both of them exuded different degrees of nervous sweat on their foreheads.

"Time is up..." the boy knocked the Gong in his hand and shouted loudly.

Mu Laozi and Gu Qingcheng don't want to stop anymore. The game is over and the boys are beating the gong.

If they write again, they will openly violate the rules. Neither of them is an ordinary person. If they are Laolai, they are not good-looking.

Junzi Lin and Murong Xizhou were spectators and witnesses of the game.

Their identity and status determine the outcome of the game. They will witness it together.

For the sake of Mr. mu, the gentleman Lin said, "Mr. mu, count the number of herbs you wrote first. You are an elder."

Master Mu was very confident and didn't refuse. He mentioned another concern, "the king of Yunan is not afraid to count the old man first. After knowing the amount of medicinal materials written by the old man, the princess of Yunan is hurt?"

No, more accurately, should Gu Qingcheng be ashamed?

He has great confidence in winning.

Gu Qingcheng said coldly, "why is there so much nonsense? Let you count!!" this bad old man is always so blind, confident and narcissistic.

Didn't he know that everything could exist before it was a foregone conclusion?

Although Junzi Lin didn't say anything, he thought about what Gu Qingcheng was thinking, and he agreed with Gu Qingcheng.

The husband and wife took a look at each other, and everything was silent.

"Count." seeing that his words didn't affect Gu Qingcheng, Mu Laozi was like a frosted eggplant.

He doesn't understand why his prestige will always disappear here? It seems that she never pays attention to his proud achievements in the poison art world.

Murong Xizhou counted slowly, because master Mu wrote in a mess.

Scholar Lin stared at him unfathomably. His face was expressionless. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Fifty eight, fifty-nine, sixty..." Murong Xizhou counted quickly, and finally the voice dropped to sixty.

Master Mu wrote a total of more than 60 kinds of medicinal materials. His words were very big, enough to write three pages. People who didn't know thought he suddenly broke out and wrote hundreds of medicinal materials.

Hundreds of them???

Ow

Almost scared to death.

How can there be such a freak in the world?

I didn't expect that there were only 60 kinds after counting.

Although it was different from the imagination, everyone knew that 60 kinds of medicinal materials had been analyzed from one pill, and master Mu was already very powerful.

With the ability to identify medicinal materials like this, he is a leader in the poison art world.

No, it should be said that there are few poison masters in the current poison art world who can identify medicinal materials in this way.

Especially those young and inexperienced poison masters.

Today, Gu Qingcheng and Mu Laozi compare to identify herbs. Everyone thinks Gu Qingcheng is killing himself. Although they didn't say it, they already think so.

Because they firmly believe that Gu Qingcheng can't win at all.

Even Junzi Lin, to tell you the truth, was sweating for Gu Qingcheng.

He knows Gu Qingcheng's poison technique is not bad. If it is better than poison technique, Mu Laozi may not be her opponent.

However, in front of Mu Laozi, who can soon be her grandfather, identify the medicinal materials contained in the pill? The experience advantage that age can bring is unmatched by Gu Qingcheng.

Some inexperienced knowledge and excellent cognition take time to accumulate.

Master Mu has lived that age. He has walked more bridges than Gu Qingcheng.

He knows more about medicinal materials than Gu Qingcheng.

Gu Qingcheng really didn't have any advantage to win this game.

If you lose, it's understandable.

Junzi Lin will not put too much pressure on Gu Qingcheng. He can accept win or lose. He just hopes Gu Qingcheng can accept it.

Afraid of Gu Qingcheng's great psychological pressure, Junzi Lin patted Gu Qingcheng on the shoulder and said in a voice they could hear: "... Qingcheng, if we lose this game, there will be the next game. Don't be too nervous. Let's try again in the next game."

"......." Gu Qingcheng doesn't like to be questioned and looked down upon in her proud understanding, especially when the man is still junzilin. She asked unhappily, "do you think I will lose?"