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Chapter 317: Painter

Bai Qian said silently and thought that His Highness alone would support these many things. How great would it be if Qin Feng could become the one whom His Highness relied on. These two people were both very erect and clever. When necessary, they would be together. Sometimes they had feelings but tried their best to restrain them, just like two hedgehogs.

"I don't know how the prince-consort will do the future, but since I pulled him into the gang and dragged him in, if there was one day, he would definitely save his life." Xiao Lingyao said: "It is not advisable for people like me to be addicted to love."

When the two of them were in love, they did not notice that Qin Feng was standing there not far behind him. If Cao Jing had noticed it here, it would have been a pity that Bai Qian's skills were not as good as Cao Jing. She was brought into it by Xiao Lingyao's emotions and she was completely unaware that there was someone behind her.

Qin Feng had forgotten something and came back to pick it up. When he heard these words by chance, he said that the authorities were confused and the bystanders were clear. This principle was not true for him and Xiao Lingyao. They were not only sober, but also too awake!

Without alarming the master and servant, he quietly returned to the room and took the pharmacological ingredients list written last night, and left quietly again.

When Feng Bao saw his face strange, he had not waited for his concern, but before he could worry, Qin Feng closed the curtain and closed his eyes to think deeply. Now he had figured out Xiao Lingyao's bottom line - to protect his life.

This is the reward for her pulling him into the gang. Whether she succeeds or not, she will find a way to send him out of the mud in return.

A few days ago, he was still thinking about a plan to escape in the secret room of the clinic, worried that she would kill him in the future. Today, he accidentally knew that she had a plan, and his heart felt sore.

He has always loved to think deeply and couldn't say what kind of emotions this is, but with her bottom line, his heart is really relaxed.

With this support, he is not a person who is waiting to die, and his future is not as nervous as he imagined. Since he has come to this world, he has already gambled once, so why not bet again?

On this day, Xiao Lingyao and Qin Feng were both sad and relieved.

At night, Xiao Lingyao welcomed Qin Feng again and failed to return to the princess's mansion as scheduled. Her mood was much more stable than before and she fell asleep peacefully.

At this time, Qin Feng started making Western medicine in the secret room of the clinic. The raw materials of Western medicine include natural and synthetic chemicals. Salt and sugar can be used as medicines, and most of the solvents in the injection solution are saline.

The raw materials are divided into full synthesis, semi-synthesis and extraction drugs. Extraction is not very difficult for Qin Feng. He was already familiar with perfume and had a complete set of equipment. Qin Feng decided to extract it first and then try synthesis.

Qin Feng’s route in later generations is destined to have nothing to do with scientific research. In the medical field, clinical and scientific research are two different properties. I think that I have not reached the stage of scientific research in later generations, but when I arrived in Dongyue, I had to start from scratch. It is not difficult to say that it is also false.

But if we break through this level, Western medicine that was previously unavailable will continue to appear from the laboratory, and complications will definitely be curbed. It was originally intended to cure Long Qi. Thinking of the drastic changes brought about by the breakthrough, Qin Feng rubbed his red eyes and continued.

This process was not easy. After he had been in the past few nights, his eyes had long turned red. Feng Bao, Long Qi and Jing Wuming were waiting outside. Looking at the slightly cool tea in front of him, and thinking of those strange utensils, Jing Wuming said, "Is the prince consort making poison?"

"It is the medicine for making Long Qi brain diseases. What is it related to nerves." Feng Bao couldn't say it: "Anyway, it's very troublesome."

"In my opinion, it doesn't matter if Brother Long Qi is in this situation. Although his internal strength is blocked, his ability is still there. Even if he is a little stupid, no one can bully him," Jing Wuming muttered: "I have to treat it?"

Feng Bao glanced at him and said, "You can't beat Long Qi now, and when he recovers, you can't beat him even more."

Bah, Jing Wuming spat in his heart. Even Cao Jing couldn't take advantage in front of Long Qi, let alone him?

"I have long lost this heart. It's just that the prince-consort works so hard and the money is making money outside. Why bother?"

Long Qi listened next to him and suddenly said, "Because the boss wants to cure me, I will cure me."

Long Qi was just slower in reaction, not really stupid. He knew that the boss wanted to know about Fusheng Pavilion, and the boss cared about the owner. His painkiller for his illness was originally made by the boss, and now he is just going further.

"If the boss wants to cure me, I will let him go. Don't meddle in other people's business." Long Qi's words completely blocked Jing Wuming's mouth.

At the same time, in the Zuo House, a servant led Zuo Pingdao to the backyard. Lord Zuo, who took off his official uniform, had less murderous aura, but the eyes were still gloomy and gloomy. When he walked quickly, the servant could not keep up for several times and could only trot and follow him.

"Sir, please come here." The servant led him to a woodshed in the backyard, where someone was guarding him at the door.

Seeing Zuo Pingdao coming, they came forward one by one. Zuo Pingdao waved his hand unhappily, and everyone was in the same place. He raised his foot and stepped into the woodshed. Looking at the man tied and threw him on the ground, the man's mouth was blocked, and when he saw him, he "mmmmm".

This man looks like a vicious person, just a weak scholar, but he is just a tyrant and cannot bear to eat.

Seeing that he was begging for mercy, there was no fluctuation in his eyes. Seeing that the man was already wet, a trace of mockery finally appeared in his eyes: "Do you know who I am? Do you know what this is?"

The man widened his eyes and hurriedly whispered. The servant took out the rag from his mouth. The man took a heavy breath, not caring that the corners of his mouth had cracked and hurt torn, and hurriedly said, "I have seen Lord Zuo, Lord Zuo, please spare my life."

"I blurted out Lord Zuo, obviously knowing who I am?"

"The little one dare not lie, the little one just wanders around the Zuo Mansion, not doing anything, it has nothing to do with the law."

"I have read the books for a few years, but unfortunately I have read them all in my dog's belly!" Zuo Pingdao smiled coldly, "Steer the imperial officials, peek at the imperial officials' residences, and covet the imperial officials' families. How can you let me release you?"

The man was struck by lightning and kowtowed desperately: "How dare the young man do these things? The young man is just a painter, just to paint!"

"Sir, please spare me, the younger ones are also paying money to do things."

"Writing, what kind of painting?"

"The paintings of the women in the mansion, as well as the outdoor rooms of the adults..." The painter had already been so scared that he urinated his pants, swept the floor with politeness, collected money, and did things for others. Unexpectedly, he was noticed when he went to the outer house of Zuopingdao.

How smart is Zuo Pingdao? He deliberately led him to the Zuo Mansion and directly arrested him by his servants. The painter knew that the folk rumors were indeed true. Zuo Pingdao is the Hell of the World!

Unfortunately, he thought he was just a painter and had not killed anyone and set fire. He didn't know if there was any crime to spy on the whereabouts of the officials. He was shocked and hurriedly called it in one breath. For dozens of taels of silver, he did not want to offend this living Hell.
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