But this is good, it saves a lot of trouble, let them handle the royal affairs.

Thinking of this, he also had a plan in his mind, and ordered the teachers who were standing aside to watch the excitement to send Mr. Zhuang and Long Yao for treatment, and then ordered someone to inform the emperor about the matter.

Mr. Zhuang and Long Yao were carried away, and the spectators gradually dispersed. The noisy medicine hall became quiet again. Wu Xiang walked to Long Jun and said, "Seventh Princess, why do you come to the academy?" Wu Xiang

He is the dean of the Academy of Alchemy. Although the academy is in the palace, the affairs within the academy are not under the jurisdiction of the palace. In the Academy of Alchemy, he is the supreme leader. Even if the emperor comes, then

You have to be on an equal footing with him.

This shows the high status of alchemists in the Kenye Empire.

But today, in front of this little girl, Wuxiang could not feel his own superiority at all. He even felt a sense of oppression, pressure from his soul.[

How did she come back? Is it because she is of the blood of the emperor? But even if the emperor came in person, he had never felt this way before?

Long Jun glanced at Wu Xiang lightly, walked to Qing'er's side, supported her, and said: "I came here to find some medicinal materials, what's the matter? I can't come here?"

Wu Xiang saw the injuries on Qing'er's back, from the right shoulder to the left thigh, the whip wounds penetrated the entire back, the clothes were torn, and the flesh and blood were blurred. He felt sorry for this girl. It was obvious at a glance that she had no martial arts skills. Her face was pale with pain and her lips were chapped.

Squeeze it tightly, trying not to make a sound.

Although she didn't cry out in pain, the sweat on her forehead was rolling down, which showed how much pain she endured.

Wu Xiang took a step forward, gently touched the back of his left hand with his right hand, and a white porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

He handed the porcelain bottle to Long Jun and said, "This is muscle complexing liquid, which can relieve pain and promote muscle growth. Let her use it."

Long Jun took the porcelain bottle, took a deep look at Wu Xiang, and nodded to him, this old man is not bad.

Tearing off the clothes on Qing'er's back, the bloody wounds instantly made Long Jun's eyes red. Long Yao, you are lucky today. If you fall into my hands next time, you will not be able to survive or die.

The light green complex muscle liquid was dripped onto the wound on Qing'er's back. The wound, which was originally oozing with blood, healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Qing'er's face, which was originally slightly distorted by pain, gradually returned to normal.

As if by magic, Wu Xiang touched the back of his left hand with his right hand, and a light gray robe appeared in his hand. He handed the robe to Long Jun and motioned for her to put it on Qing'er.

Long Jun glanced at the silver ring on his hand and was secretly surprised. Could it be that all his things were hidden in the ring? A space storage device?

At this time, Qing'er felt her back feel cold and comfortable. The excruciating pain just now had disappeared. She tied her robe and saluted Dean Wuxiang: "Thank you, Dean, for giving me the medicine."

Wu Xiang waved his hand and said to Long Jun: "I don't know what medicinal materials the princess needs. I will ask the steward to prepare them for you."

Long Jun raised his eyebrows, still worried that it would take a lot of time to find all the hundreds of medicinal materials. It would be best if Wu Xiang was willing to help.

Long Jun took a piece of white paper from his arms. On the paper, there were densely written various medicinal materials, including hundreds of kinds.

Wu Xiang took a look and was secretly surprised. Most of these medicinal materials were precious and rare. Even the royal medicine palace with rich heritage might not be able to collect them all.
Chapter completed!