The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

   Chapter 147 Luxurious Porridge

  Since she is a woman from Bei Yehan, it is only natural that he should compensate her for her losses.

   But, before he walked into Mingxin Courtyard to meet Bei Yehan, he smelled the breath of Ghost Pill from afar, and he was naturally familiar with this breath.

   What else could it be if it wasn’t a seventh-grade ghost corpse poison detoxification pill?

   His face was dark, and he didn't know whether to be sad or excited.

   Sad that his purple gas stove will never come back, because it has found a more suitable owner than him.

   And excitedly, those disciples in the academy have finally found a life-saving pill, and the disciples finally don't have to worry about it every day.

   Just no matter what, the anger in my heart always has to find a place to vent, right?

  Since we can't do anything to Bei Yehan and the others, we have to pity these disciples.

   "You know how to learn the behavior of those long-tongued women without doing anything all day long. Why are you called Qinglong Academy's disciples? I don't know what it is!"

   When the disciples heard his words, although they were not convinced, the one who scolded them was Master Ming Bufan.

  Xing Liaomu looked at his master suspiciously, thinking to himself what happened to his master today, he couldn't take his anger out of his disciple when he was in a bad mood, right?

   "Go back to practice for this deity." Ming Bufan snorted again, and walked towards Mingxin Courtyard with a flick of his sleeves.

  Xing Liaomu looked at the disciples and then at the back of his master, "It's all gone, it's gone."

After    said a sentence, he quickly chased after him.

  …

   In Bei Yehan's room, Sheng Chuxin was proudly holding a porcelain bottle, shaking it in front of his eyes.

   "Miss, don't shake it, your subordinate's eyes are dizzy." Qiong Qi couldn't help but say something.

  Especially the porcelain vase that Sheng Chuxin was holding in his hands was colorful and kept shaking, so he was going to get dizzy.

   "You are not afraid that the medicinal pills in it will be damaged."

   Hearing his words, Sheng Chu glared at him angrily, and the movements of his hands stopped.

   "Go, your crow's mouth has no good words."

   How could it be possible to shake the medicine pill so badly?

   However, she didn't really blame Shang Qiongqi, but looked at Bei Yehan with malicious intent, and squatted halfway and leaned into him.

   "Master Mo Shang, how much do you think my bottle of medicinal pill is worth?" she asked.

   "Drink this bowl of rice soup first." Bei Yehan didn't answer her words, his black eyes swept to the steaming bowl of porridge on the table.

   "Have breakfast ready in the morning, Qiongqi, you are getting more and more diligent." Sheng Chuxin raised his eyebrows.

   But she is really hungry, she has been busy all night, can she be hungry?

   didn't care about anything else, he put the china bottle on the table, picked up the bowl and drank.

   "Hmm." Halfway through the drink, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at Bei Yehan unhappily.

   "This porridge is really luxurious."

   Qiongqi twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard her words.

   "It's not for you yet," he whispered.

   In addition to Shengchu Xin, who else can have such a good treatment? In this small bowl of porridge, seven celestial snow lotus seeds are added, which helps to increase the spiritual energy.

   "What price do you want to sell?" Bei Yehan picked up the porcelain bottle and asked quietly.

   "You can figure it out." Sheng Chu's heart doesn't matter.

   It’s good to have money to make money, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have money, the key is the full sense of accomplishment in her heart.

   (end of this chapter)