Xie Beihan had a sad face, "I haven't had many scratches since I was a child, and now I see blood, and you still laugh at me."

Nan Li stopped laughing at him and pushed him aside, "Then you go apply the medicine and I will do it myself."

Xie Beihan curled his lips, but the bleeding stopped before the powder was applied.

His face was a little helpless as he watched Nan Li cut the medicinal materials quickly and prepare to refine the medicine.

Although Xie Beihan is uneducated and has no skills, he has seen everything, but this is the first time he has seen Nanli take out the talisman and seal to make medicine.

"Sixth sister, this is not a fire talisman." He was puzzled.

He has never seen such a talisman in a book.

Nan Li explained: "This is a purified talisman that allows the medicine to exert its maximum medicinal properties. I created it myself."

Xie Beihan's eyes widened again, watching her light a fire, and then attached the talisman to the medicine refining cauldron.

The talisman was also powerful, emitting a faint fluorescence, and the fire could not burn it.

He muttered: "Why did you create so many weird talismans?"

"Third-rate masters use other people's talismans. Second-rate masters follow calligraphy and painting talismans. First-rate heavenly masters draw their own talismans." Nan Li pointed at herself, "Obviously I am first-rate."

And there are not many people in the world who can be called heavenly masters.

Xie Beihan did not praise Nan Li. Instead, he felt sad first, "I'm not even a third-rate person, because I have to spend money to buy someone else's talisman!"

Nan Li patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be like this, be careful, and one day you will be able to use the talisman you drew."

Xie Beihan felt a little better after hearing the encouragement.

After all, Sixth Sister's ordinary talismans are cheap, but teleportation talismans and the like cost tens of thousands of taels each, so they may not be available, and his small treasury has long been empty.

The medicine cooked in the Divine Lotus Cauldron all morning is finally taking shape.

When you open it, a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafts out. Take a sip and feel refreshed, especially your throat.

Xie Beihan came over to take a look again, "Sixth sister, what kind of medicine is this?"

"Chuanbei Loquat Pill." Nan Li said casually, "It's good for your throat."

Xie Beihan thought for a while, "Who are you practicing this for? No one in your family has a hoarse voice."

For him, it's even more impossible.

He has always been self-aware.

"It's for the Ninth Prince. Didn't he inhale the smoke in the Gyeonggi Camp? His throat should still be uncomfortable." Nan Li put the elixir into a bottle, which was enough for Ye Siheng to take.

Xie Beihan said: "Ninth Prince? Sixth Sister, you are so good at it!"

In Kyoto, apart from the national treasury, the Nine Princes’ Palace has the most money and treasures!

Nan Li also thought that Xie Beihan said that her friend was competent, and couldn't help but smile.

Xie Beihan took the medicine bottle and said: "You continue to refine the medicine, leave this matter to me, I promise to help you get it done."

Nan Li originally wanted to send Yuan Bao over, but she didn't expect Xie Beihan to recommend himself, so she nodded, "I'll leave that to you."

"Don't worry, I'll do the work." Xie Beihan thought to himself, I will definitely help you sell it at a good price.

Prince Yu's Mansion.

Ye Siheng looked at the list of casualties of the Forbidden Army and looked a little gloomy.

Qingfeng's voice was also hoarse: "Your Majesty, there are less injuries in the military camp, but there are many palace personnel killed and injured in the palace."

Every time he said a word, he felt some pain in his lungs.

If he is like this, the prince will definitely feel even more uncomfortable.

"Yeah." Yesi Heng responded, "I heard that those in Si Tiantai cannot make up for the magic circle left by the former Imperial Master."

After saying that, he coughed a few more times.

Qingfeng quickly advised: "My lord, you'd better stop talking."

Yesi Heng waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

An entourage came in to report that the prince of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion was here.

Although Ye Siheng is a few years older than Xie Beihan, they are not of the same generation and do not interact much on weekdays. Why is Xie Beihan here today?

Although he was a little confused, he still asked Xie Beihan to come to the study.

Xie Beihan clasped his hands and saluted. When he saw Yesi Heng's handsome appearance, which was like an immortal, he felt really ashamed.

"Uncle Nine Emperors," he called him after his aunt, "Sixth sister made a Sichuan shell loquat pill and asked me to send it over."

There was a hint of joy in Ye Siheng's eyebrows, and his eyes even lit up.

He took the medicine bottle and opened it. Sure enough, there was a smell of Sichuan clam and loquat. Just smelling it, his throat felt much better.

He didn't want much, but now that he had such a bottle of elixir, his whole heart seemed to be filled, and his voice was soft: "Thank her for this king."

He would go to the warehouse later to pick things up and give her some things that were handy.

Xie Beihan squinted his eyes and smiled and said: "Ninth Prince, the sixth sister doesn't even bother to eat, and she can't bear to sleep. She just looks at the alchemy cauldron without moving her eyes for a moment. She is almost working hard."

Ye Siheng raised her eyes and thought, it turns out that this king is so important in her heart.

Perhaps, he is more important than a friend.

Even Qingfeng was excited after hearing this.

However, Xie Beihan went on to say: "So this elixir is sold by the pill, one hundred taels per pill, a total of fifteen pills, a total of one thousand five hundred taels."

Yesi Heng's heart felt so warm just now, but now so cold.

His face was like a dark cloud, his hands clenched the medicine bottle, and his voice was as cold as ice: "What did you say?"

Xie Beihan shuddered. He felt that in the entire Kyoto, the person who could not afford to offend the most was the Nine Emperors Uncle. He pursed his lips and asked tentatively: "Or...a thousand taels?"

"One thousand taels?" Ye Siheng's voice was still terrifyingly cold.

Xie Beihan was so frightened that he took a few steps back. He thought about not accepting the money, but he thought that the sixth sister had entrusted him with an important task. If he didn't complete it, wouldn't he let the sixth sister down?

He swallowed and said: "The minimum price is one thousand taels, no negotiation!"

Yesi Heng's face was cold and he gritted his teeth: "Qingfeng, give it to him."

Qingfeng was also angry. Miss Six was clearly trying to cheat her friends out of their money. Friends were not helping each other.

He went to get a thousand taels of silver notes and gave them to Xie Beihan.

There was no need to tell Xie Beihan to get out. Just by looking at the two of them, he couldn't stand it anymore and ran away with the banknotes in his pocket.

Yesi Heng almost crushed the medicine bottle.

But in the end, she still couldn't bear it. After all, this was the medicine she had refined herself.

"Your Majesty, this..." Qingfeng no longer knew how to comfort him.

Ye Siheng looked at the medicine bottle, gave a wry smile, and murmured: "It seems that I am no different from others."

Qingfeng felt extremely uncomfortable, "Your Majesty, maybe Miss Six is ​​short of money recently."

Yesi Heng hummed softly: "Brother Huang just rewarded her with a box of gold. What money does she need?"

He was so shaken inside that he finally convinced himself that as long as she treated him differently from others, that would be enough.

At this moment, he looks like a joke.
Chapter completed!