In Jiren Hall, several people gathered in front of a table, and a snow-white dove stood in the middle of the table.

"This pigeon looks pretty good."

Song Baoling threw the corn kernels in his hand in front of it, and the pigeon immediately lowered his head and pecked it. His neck rose and fell rhythmically, and his claws were lifted from time to time, with a funny posture.

Song Baoling couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "It's just that his movements don't look like pigeons, but rather like chickens."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pigeon rushed over with his head down and shaking his shaking, pecking Song Baoling's hand.

Seeing the hair on the wings explode slightly, Song Baoling was stunned for a moment, "Do you understand?"

Seeing this, Lianjiao quickly pushed the pigeon to the other side, "Peeing my lady, be careful that I will stew you!"

The hair on the wings of the dove exploded even more, and then ran to Yu Zikong, looking like he complained.

"It is spiritual, just like a personal spirit." Yu Zi touched the feathers of the carrier pigeon with empty hands.

After being tired for a day, Song Baoling made the first batch. When he returned home, he almost slept when he was touched by the bed, and his eyelids were in great shape.

Yaya was dissatisfied and screamed in resistance, wanting to fly to Yu Zikong's head.

As soon as he saw this, he knew that he was not deeply trapped. Song Baoling asked casually, "Is there any progress?"

"Yes, otherwise you will fly out and you may become a roasted pigeon one day." Yu Zikong glanced at Yaya.

Song Baoling sat slowly on the chair, rarely modest, "That's right, don't look at who I am."

"It's not once or twice that it lost the letter! I didn't even know what the master said to me this time." Yu Zi's air was on his head, and then he felt a little depressed.

"Look at what I have developed, applying it on my face can not only make the skin delicate, but also make the spots on my face lighter."

Erhu became shy when asked this and nodded.

He calmly picked up the red rope beside him, skillfully tied it to Yaya's legs, tied a slip knot, and tied the other end to a heavy object.

The pigeon was touched and looked silly, and shook his butt because of Yu Zikong's praise.

Zhao Ping slapped Erhu in the head and said contemptuously, "If you can't speak, don't speak."

"Just that, I am so amazing, why don't you rub me?"

Seeing that Song Baoling was about to sleep again, Lian Jiao pulled her up and sat up, "Miss, wake up quickly, Concubine Yun is about to give birth! You are being summoned!"

"Don't you send this pigeon back to your master?" Lian Jiao couldn't help asking.

After taking the small jar, I opened it and there was a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of my nose, just right.

"Do you want to know what's here?"

Yu Zikong sneered, "You are starting to miss spring? Do you want to get married?"

The pigeon was so shocked that it immediately fluttered its wings, but was caught with two claws just after leaving the table.

"Then tie it up here?"

"What's the difference?" Lian Jiao opened the cans and found that the taste was different.

Yu Zikong swept over with a faint look, as if he was looking at a roasted pigeon, and Yaya stopped.

Lian Jiao felt sad when she heard this, "Lan He and I are about the same age, and she is now about to be a mother."

"Is it another beauty cream?" Lianjiao replied excitedly.

Then Song Baoling took out his other hand behind him and said mysteriously.

Erhu felt a little embarrassed and comforted: "Don't be too sad, your master might have forgotten you long ago and went to have a happy life."

"Isn't it just about to give birth? What's so shocking..." Song Baoling reacted halfway through his words, and felt aroused all over and was much more awake.

Yu Zikong shook his head, "No, it will only drag my master back when it goes back."

Yu Zikong's expression returned to normal, "This pigeon is called Yaya. If he is disobedient, he will change his name to the roasted pigeon."

"Aren't I chasing you?" Erhu said, his smile getting brighter and brighter, and he could not extricate himself from his own world.

"I don't know how the master is now."

When she was free, she sat at the table and began to develop the so-called fading dew.

Song Baoling shook his head and smiled, "It's too high to look at your lady. It's impossible for me to develop so much energy at once."

Yu Zikong said as he picked up the jars and sniffed them one by one.

"It's a different taste!" Lian Jiao was very surprised.

"Go to yours." Lianjiao glared at her.

"How do you make sure it lost the letter? What if your master asked you to watch it carefully?"

Zhao Ping wandered around and came out and asked, "Where is Aunt Lan? Why didn't you see her today?"

The next second, a few hairs were pulled off, and the pigeon was sent to look at Yu Zikong, and Yu Zikong snorted coldly, "If you are spiritual, you will lose your letter next time, and you will make you a roasted pigeon, change it

A carrier pigeon.”

Lianjiao also leaned over and sniffed, "Smell it well."

"The fragrance is pretty good, do you still have the talent for scenting?" Yu Zikong dug a little on the back of his hand.

Yu Zikong labeled the cans separately and planned to mass produce according to this standard.

There is a fragrance of flowers, grass and trees, and a few flavors that she can't say.

Suddenly woke up by someone late at night, Song Baoling opened his eyes in a daze, looked out the window and muttered, "It's not dawn yet, Lian Jiao."

The red rope is very long, enough for Yaya to fly around in the huge pharmacy.

Confirm that Lianjiao was right, she immediately started to put on her clothes and took a carriage to the palace.

Song Baoling had a faint smile on his lips. It seemed that Jirentang would have a happy event in no time.

"I've been taken to the Jin Mansion to enjoy my happiness." Song Baoling said lightly, "With Lan He here, Aunt Lan will not be bullied."

"It'll probably be a big deal. I have to prepare my money to make money hahaha."

Erhu came over and asked for news, "I also want to give two bottles to Miss Xuewei."

The two tigers are tender and can't help but stand up for the slogan of the pigeon when they see Yu Zikong's actions.

Lian Jiao hugged Song Baoling and kept rubbing against her, "Thank you, Miss, why are you so kind to me?"

I found that it was a transparent gel texture and my eyebrows raised, "It's interesting."

Song Baoling took the small can containing unknown objects in front and placed the small can in front of the two of them.

Seeing that she was so excited, Song Baoling generously stuffed the few to her, "Then I'll give these to you."

Zhao Ping lay on the side, changed into a comfortable position, and said leisurely, "Tsk, I've been talking about Miss He all day long, you'll get it first."

In the quiet late night, there was only a carriage driving continuously. The cold wind blew the curtains of the carriage, shaking across Song Baoling's face, making it bit cold.

A young imperial physician from the Imperial Hospital had been waiting at the gate of the palace for a long time. When he saw Song Baoling, he immediately walked to her quickly.

"Miss Song, you're here, go with me." The little imperial physician led the way and walked quickly.

Song Baoling followed behind and suddenly asked, "Why don't you look for someone from the Imperial Hospital and have to let me come?"
Chapter completed!