Chapter 48: The style of that 1 sword

Ning Chen didn't even know how to explain it, so he had no choice but to respond, "Fallen"
The shopkeeper frowned and quickly stepped forward to grab the former's arm. After checking the pulse, his face became more and more ugly.
"Are you saved?"
Ning Chen chuckled and asked.
"Don't talk crazy words"
The shopkeeper frowned and scolded. The viscera was hurt and even hurt the heart. It was saved, but it was really troublesome.
Ning Chen didn't care much, and smiled, "I'm not in a hurry, it's been a long time, please diagnose the pulse for Ling Ling first."
The shopkeeper noticed that the woman behind Ning Chen couldn't help but look a little weird. This boy brought a different woman every time, and one was more beautiful than the other.
Ning Chen didn't know what was going on in the shopkeeper's head, but he could guess a rough sight of this strange smile.
"It happened to meet"
Ning Chen opened the sentence to explain, this shopkeeper is a bit old and disrespectful, they are all so old, and their thoughts are so unrestrained.
"Ha ha"
The shopkeeper laughed knowingly, and almost said he didn't believe it.
Ning Chen didn't explain any more, and flicked him a big white eye, unbelief and pulled down.
"Girl, please over here"
The shopkeeper reached out politely, no longer ignoring Ning Chen, but looked at the beautiful woman in front of her.
Yueling followed the arrangement of the shopkeeper and walked down to sit in front of the diagnosis in the hall. He coughed a few times and coughed out his left hand.
The shopkeeper put his hand on the woman's wrist. For a long time, his brow furrowed again.
"how"
Ning Chen turned to the wheelchair and asked Zheng Zheng.
He can see that the Moon Spirit is not in good health, otherwise it would not take thousands of miles to go to the Imperial City to seek medical treatment.
"Girls must be prepared"
The shopkeeper sighed softly.
Hearing what the shopkeeper said, Moon Spirit didn't change much. She was used to it and there was nothing to be disappointed.
"How long do I have?" Yue Ling asked softly.
"At most one year" the shopkeeper answered honestly.
Yue Ling frowned, but said nothing. She knew her body well. The year in the shopkeeper's mouth was the longest.
The doctors she has seen over the years have been numerous, and there are countless panacea, but unfortunately it has little effect.
"Recently a millennium blood ginseng king was collected in the pharmacy, but"
Speaking of which, the shopkeeper glanced at Ning Chen, a little embarrassed. Just now he had intended to give this ginseng to this kid.
"Give her, I have no money," Ning Chen poured himself a cup of tea and said lightly.
Thousand years of blood ginseng king is very expensive to listen to, it is a waste to eat him.
"How many silver" Yue Ling did not quit, asked.
"One hundred thousand two"
"Poof" Ning Chen spewed out the tea he drank in his mouth and asked incredulously, "How much?"
The "Ten Thousand Twenty Two" shopkeeper is right again.
"Cough cough" Ning Chen was choked by tea, and he coughed more than once. No wonder this old and unreasonable generous gave him a small five-two ingot. Twenty-two thousand business.
The shopkeeper looked at the woman in front of him, and did not continue to speak. His asking price was not expensive. This price was the price that he received when he received this plant. Now the original price is sold on Ning Chen's face.
Of course, if Ning Chen wants to buy it, it doesn't matter how much silver is.
The pharmacy belongs to the Changsun family, and the medicinal materials are also the Changsun family. He believes that Ning Chen will not choose the latter compared to 100,000 two silver.
After hearing the price, Yueling didn't react too obviously, nodded and said, "Tomorrow, I will order someone to send the silver, I hope the shopkeeper will leave this prince for a day"
"Rich people"
Ning Chen sighed in his heart that people were more dead than popular, and the sum of the silver on his body was no more than one hundred two, and after robbing many people.
The shopkeeper thought about it, got up and walked into the back hall, and soon came out with a beautiful wooden box in his hand.
"Since you and Brother Ning are old friends, you can take this prince first, and the silver will be sent tomorrow."
During the speech, the shopkeeper handed the wooden box in his hand, and Ning Chen's eyelids jumped on the side, 100,000 two ... If Yueling ran away with something, would the shopkeeper hack him.
Yueling glanced at Ning Chen in surprise. She did not expect the latter to have such a big face. One hundred thousand two is not a small amount. Even if she had to send someone to prepare it for one day before it could be sent.
Ning Chen smiled slightly and had a good character.
The shopkeeper opened another recipe for Yueling and took it with the blood ginseng king. As for these herbs, it was not worth much money, so they were all delivered.
Ning Chen waited aside, not anxious and impatient, drinking free tea from cup to cup.
In his eyes, Moon Spirit is a wonderful person, and he does not force life or death but does not give up, which really makes him look at him.
After the shopkeeper opened the prescription for Yueling, he raised a pen and opened a party for Ning Chen. The medicinal materials are few, but they are very precious.
The "eight hundred two" shopkeeper handed the prescription to Ning Chen, saying lightly.
"Cough" Ning Chen took the prescription, looked at it for a long time, and pointed at the topmost medicinal herbs. He was not confident.
The shopkeeper looked at the former contemptuously and said, "This is the main medicine"
"..."
Ning Chen was speechless, continued to search for scalp numbness, then pointed at the medicinal herbs again, tentatively said, "Will I remove this?"
The color of contempt in the eyes of the shopkeeper is getting stronger and stronger, and the tone is not salty or indifferent, "This is a medicine, you can do it"
Ning Chen had a headache, his heart was flat, and the dead pig said without fear of boiling water, "I don't have enough money"
After the shopkeeper returned to the counter, he flicked the abacus with a click, without raising his head. "How much do you have?"
Ning Chen took out a small bag from behind distressedly, and then poured it out loudly, counting, and said weakly, "Seventy-five two"
The shopkeeper cracked the abacus a few times and said, "Leave five or two for you, pay seventy-two for other accounts."
Ning Chen was reluctant, but had no choice but to take out a small five-two ingot, and then pushed the remaining silver over.
"Ning Chen, owe seven hundred thirty two"
The shopkeeper took the account book from the upper right corner of the counter, and wrote eight large characters neatly on a single page, so eye-catching.
Ning Chen's eyelids followed the pen in the hands of the shopkeeper, hopping word by word. In just a few moments, he had already owed such a huge sum of money.
He is not a rich man. He will do nothing except chopping wood. When will the money be returned?
Ning Chen habitually ran away. He didn't even know when Yueling would push him out of the pharmacy. He was worried about how to make some money.
As for the dividends in Rial's hands, he didn't even think about coming back at all. He couldn't afford to lose this person.
"Are you short of money?"
Behind the wheelchair, Yue Ling spoke softly, with a hint of curiosity, and now she is more and more unable to understand the teenager in front of her. The latter's thoughts and the vast majority of people never seem to be on the same line.
"Ha ha"
Ning Chen scratched his head embarrassedly. He was short of money and scared. Since coming to this world, his most worrying thing is that he has no money.
When he was in the palace in the past, Changsun cut off all his sources of silver money, and did not leave him any money. The money he ran was still sponsored by the shopkeeper, and was eventually taken away by Yue Hanyi to pay his debts.
"Where does Ning Gongzi live?"
It's not too early, Yueling wants to go back to rest, and if he doesn't get along, he is ready to make a difference.
"Ling Yange" Ning Chen replied.
"Qinglou?" Yueling asked with a strange flash on her beautiful face.
"En" Ning Chen nodded awkwardly. He and Yueling met twice, and they seemed to be inseparable from Qinglou.
"Go"
Yueling continued to push the wheelchair, and it happened that they lived not far apart.
When the two came to Lingyan Pavilion, it was getting dark. The land on the banks of Yinshui River was the most prosperous area in the whole imperial city. Every inch of the land was crowded.
Li'er stood in front of the Lingyan Pavilion, looking east and west, with a little anxiety on her small face, it was so late, why didn't the guy come back.
Won't he be captured by the murderous woman that day?
Not long after, Yueling came to push Ning Chen, Lier looked at it, and immediately walked up fiercely, akimbo, cursed and said, "When is it, you still know to come back"
"Oh," Ning Chen was even more embarrassed. Give it back. The other party is a little girl. Don't give it back. Letting a little girl train not to dare to say anything, it just affects his image in the spirit of Yueling.
In the end, Ning Chen decided to let the image die.
The little girl's artillery was very violent, and the transition from drizzle to heavy downpour, and the kind of thunder and lightning, and the flames of resistance ignited by Ning Chengang were wiped out at once. .
Lier had been training for a long time and was thirsty. Then he noticed the Moon Spirit behind Ning Chen ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Little face suddenly became weird.
This guy just took a trip to bring back such a beautiful woman, which is too fast.
Taking advantage of the rest of the little girl, Yueling finally inserted her mouth, and she looked very wonderful, and said, "I'm going back"
Ning Chen nodded and said goodbye.
When Yueling was gone, Rial looked down and asked in a low voice, "Do eunuchs like beautiful women too?"
"..."
Ning Chen suffered an internal injury in an instant and was speechless.
Is he an eunuch? No! No! No!
"You guess it yourself"
Ning Chen threw a word depressed, and immediately turned his wheelchair and walked forward. He ran out of the palace, and he could not get rid of the identity of the eunuch, how sad and depressed.
When will he be able to stand above the imperial city and yell in the sky, "I am not a eunuch!"
Because of his unhappy mood, Ning Chen silently ate two more bowls of rice at night, and then returned to his room to rest.
The lively prosperity of Lingyan Pavilion lasted until the time of Zizi, and gradually calmed down. After the time of Zizi, both the guests and the women in the pavilion have returned to the room to rest and linger.
The cold night is cold, the moon shines brightly, and the waterfall falls silently and silently. The cold winter months are always extraordinarily beautiful. Perhaps it is the coldness that cannot be touched, and it will make people feel excited.
In the backyard, Ning Chen opened his eyes and turned the wheelchair under him to the door, his eyes colder than the moonlight.
At this moment, a fierce sword light came through the sky, brighter than the moon and faster than the wind.
Ning Chen retreated and returned to the room, closing the door with a clatter.
"Thorn"
The sword pierced the door, but Ning Chen could no longer retreat.
At the same time, an ink sword came out through the door and sank into a warm body.
She could not see Ning Chen, but Ning Chen saw her, because the moonlight outside the door was really bright ...