After listening to Lu Qifeng’s mission, Qing Yu left the Pa*senger House.
After leaving, Qing Yu acted as if nothing had happened, found a roadside stall and ate his breakfast leisurely in the noisy street.
“Good morning, Brother Meng!” With the voice, the visitor sat opposite Qing Yu, “Boss, two drawers of buns.”
“Okay, guest.” The stall owner was very quick and immediately served two drawers of buns.
Qing Yu looked up and swept his head, then lowered his head again, chewing and swallowing the buns slowly, and only after they had been swallowed did he say, “Seeing the joy on your face, you must have gained a lot last night.”
“Yes, I did,” Feng Jiu said as she picked up a bun and ate it, “I got a new mansion, I heard it’s very big and it’s the best among all the imperial residences. In the future, I will finally have a place to live that is worthy of my status.”
“There are also ten thousand taels of gold, a hundred horses of silk and ten drachms of pearls ——”
“By the way, during the banquet, I was also rewarded with a ‘fish leaping over the dragon gate’ made from a golden dragon fish that can only be found in the heavenly lake in the northern Great Snowy Mountains. Hmph, just thanking me for the gift was so much that I couldn’t even straighten my back.”
“Such a big gift is quite heavy, no wonder you can’t even straighten your back.” Qing Yu said indifferently.
Feng Jiu broke the bun bit by bit and slowly put it into his mouth, “Yes, just that ‘Fish Leaping Dragon Gate’ dish, only the Sixth Prince and the Eighth Prince had eaten it, and I, a loser, would be the third to eat this dish. You didn’t see that my brothers’ eyes turned bloodshot with jealousy at that time.”
“Fish Leaping Dragon Gate”, an imperial dish unique to the Northern Zhou royal family, it was said that only those who had eaten this dish rewarded by the emperor could have the possibility of ascending to the throne in the future. By eating this dish, it was the emperor’s recognition of your qualifications as a prince-in-waiting.
“Is it delicious?” Qing Yu asked with a smile.
“How can it be an imperial dish if it’s not delicious, it’s so delicious that I swallowed my tongue, it’s just a pity ——” Feng Jiu sneered, “I’m a waste of an imperial son, I’m used to eating coarse food and bland meals, I’m really not used to this mountainous and sea food all of a sudden ah. The first time I attended a royal dinner, I almost made a fool of myself because of this.
You see, it’s still this kind of thing that suits me, no amount of mountain and sea food is as good as these two drawers of buns.”
Said Feng Jiu, raising the buns in her hand.
Obviously, Feng Jiu did not appreciate the Northern Zhou Emperor’s initiative to show his kindness this time. If Feng Jiu was really a pure Confucianist, even if she had had grievances in her heart earlier, they would have gone with the wind now.
After all, for Feng Jiu, the Northern Zhou emperor Feng Tianming was the greatest in heaven and earth, taking up both “king” and “kin”. Unfortunately, Feng Jiu was not.
“You will get used to it later,” Qing Yu said with a light expression, “How is the Medicine Master, does the Sixth Prince trust him?”
“The Medicine Master offered the Sixth Prince that prescription you gave him, and even took the initiative to ask to take that medicine. The Sixth Prince really does treat him as his beloved now.”
“That’s good.”
Qing Yu gave the medicine master another prescription after he had defected to the Sixth Prince. This time, it wasn’t an improved prescription for Everlasting Life San, but the prescription for the ‘Three Corpses Brain God Pill’.
If the Sixth Prince wanted to get involved in such a dirty business as Longevity Pill, he needed a group of trustworthy people who could do the dirty work. The Sixth Prince’s character was such that this “Three Corpses Brain God Pill” could be considered a sure thing. Otherwise, if this dirty work was exposed, the Sixth Prince would not be able to retain his throne, not to mention his crown princeship.
Moreover, there are many alternative options for the auxiliary medicine of the ‘Three Corpses Brain God Pill’, so the real antidote is only known to the person who configured the pill. By volunteering to take this elixir, the Medicine Master was putting his life in the hands of the Sixth Prince. It would be strange for the Sixth Prince not to believe him.
“However, if you send this poison to the Sixth Prince, he can use it to keep a large number of dead soldiers, I am afraid that in the future ——” Feng Jiu said worriedly.
“There is no need to worry, since I sent the ‘Three Corpses Brain God Pill’, I naturally have a countermeasure. If the Sixth Prince tries to rely on the dead soldiers bred by this elixir against us in the future, I will make him regret it.”
“That’s all I have to say, I’ll go first.” Qing Yu finished the last bun and got up and called out, “Boss, another drawer of buns, pack it up and take it away.”
“Okay, this master.” The stall owner was very happy to fill up a drawer of buns for Qing Yu.
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When Qing Yu carried the buns back to his room, that douchebag Jin Mingxuan was still sleeping.
He lifted his hand and picked up the bamboo slip that was placed on the table and placed it next to the bed. This bamboo slip was something that could be stored in the system space again. As when he went out this morning, due to the presence of Jin Mingxuan, even though he was sleeping, with Qing Yu’s careful nature, he did not perform the magic of disappearing into thin air in the room.
Despite having a similar history, the writing in this world is completely different from that in the previous one, and it took a good deal of study for Qingyu to get himself out of illiteracy in the first place.
The bamboo slips were all written in small seal script from the Qin Dynasty period, which no one in this world knew. Even when Jin Mingxuan woke up and looked through the bamboo slips, he could not understand them at all.
Slapping his palm heavily on the table, Qing Yu shouted, “Idiot, get up.”
Jin Mingxuan, who was lying on the table with his ears on the side, jumped up and was scared to death, patting his chest repeatedly and complaining to Qing Yu, “Brother Meng, people can scare people to death ——”
Qing Yu ignored the douchebag’s complaints and put the packed buns on the table, “Brought you breakfast.”
“Ha, I happen to be hungry, thanks Brother Meng.” Jin Mingxuan directly grabbed the bun and shoved it into his mouth.
Qing Yu shook his head at the way he was wolfing it down and picked up the bamboo slips to continue his study.
“Meng Xiong, tired of hacking at gods and demons?”
“Swallow it before you speak.” Qing Yu said without good humour.
Jin Mingxuan grabbed the teapot on the table and just “ton ton ton” poured a few mouthfuls, “Ah ——”
“Brother Meng, what book are you reading, it’s so old and written in bamboo slips.”
“Oh, some ancient books on Taoist health care.” Qing Yu said.
“What kind of health care, Brother Meng, let me tell you, reading these books on health care is better than learning the house art of yin and yang complementing each other. It’s much better than this nourishment that you don’t know if it’s useful yet, like my ‘Thirty-six Forms of Dongxuanzi’,” said Jin Mingxuan, poking his head over, “Hey, what kind of text is this ——”
“Go eat your buns.” Qing Yu picked up a bun and stuffed it into Jin Ming Xuan’s mouth, making him whimper.
Qing Yu looked at the doppelganger and shook his head with a bitter smile and a helpless look.
In his heart, however, was the thought that eluded people.