The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

All she has to do is to spend time inch by inch. Only when time is short can things be done satisfactorily!
Instead of prolonging the time and wasting up like Lao Ning'er - making a bottle of Dao Jian'er in ten years?

Ten years of sharpening a sword?

Qian Lanlan looked at the same old Ning'er: useless!

The look in his eyes made Lao Ning'er feel cold all over, as if she had been stung by a wasp.

But this bottle of [-]-in-[-]-year knife tip is indeed precious. Time is money, so you can't just take advantage of his good disciple like this.

So, Old Ning'er handed over the bottle of bitch in his hand again, with a pile of old flesh on his face, "Master, use this bottle."

Qian Lanlan smiled as he saw the old flesh on his face crawling like earthworms. He probably didn't have many ten years to endure a bottle of knife point, so...

...When he burps, the bottle of Knife Point left behind will become the only bottle in the world. Wow, out-of-print items are so expensive!
Tsk tsk!The abacus in his heart was so loud that even Qian Lanlan could hear his thoughts.

Human life was at stake, and rotten money would break his heart.

With her beautiful hand, she touched the bottle of white porcelain handed over by Lao Ning'er. Qian Lanlan had a cruel look on her lips. It was an eyesore for that bitch!
"Crack-"

This sound was really loud and clear, and the porcelain and medicinal powder on the ground were left to dry in an awkward manner.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Lao Ning'er looked at the young master with suspicious eyes. What is she going to do?
This bottle is not cheap either!

It would also take a year and a half, his hard work!
Old Ning'er gritted his teeth, but he couldn't have an attack. The breath was stuck in his throat and he couldn't go down. It was like he was usually constipated. He couldn't go in or go out, and his face turned green!
At this moment, his face was turning red!

This was just the beginning. The next second, Lao Ning'er's face turned red and hard, and he was so angry that he was about to burst into flames.

This concubine, she actually, she actually...

Qian Lanlan didn't know whether he heard it correctly, but there was a rattling sound, like a mouse gnashing its teeth.

She poured medicine on the little medicine boy's wound for a moment, then looked back and saw that the old guy was very angry!

I wonder if his old teeth can withstand such brutal grinding and won’t they fall out?
Turning around, Qian Lanlan was focused on spreading medicine again. She seemed to be in a good mood, with a hook at the corner of her mouth.

Probably because she likes that others can't stand her but can't kill her.

Mr. Ning had no choice but to do it. First, he was incapable of reaching the earth, but others were so capable that they could reach heaven.

What he hates the most is this stinky girl who is still young and doesn't know what the world is up to!

With the wind?It’s just because of my favor!

If you are the sky, then this woman is the clouds in the sky.

The good medicine was used on the little medicine boy's head and the bleeding stopped. I don't know if it was due to excessive blood loss. He was a little confused.

Aren’t all masters bad?

For a master like his master, the little medicine boy curled his lips, his feelings for his master greatly reduced, and his affection for Qian Shanlan greatly sublimated.

However, the little medicine boy felt guilty again.

Earlier, he regarded others as thieves and would beat them with brooms and kill them. But now it's better. The garden belongs to them, so naturally this small pharmacy can't escape.

Even if she emptied the medicine drawer, she still took her own stuff.

Pulling a piece of gauze off the table and comparing it to the little medicine boy's wound, she found that only two eyes and two nostrils were left, and no mouth was left for eating.

It was obvious that the back of his head was injured, but the result was that the front of his face was disfigured.

Just looking at the little drug boy's white face with four holes exposed, Qian Lanlan laughed so hard, how come her craftsmanship is so good?
What a masterpiece!
"How about..." Qian Lanlan looked at Old Ning'er's gaunt face and said, "Can you bandage him again?"

"don't want--"

The two expressed their rejection in unison, one despised the master and the other resented the disciple.

The two looked at each other.

Master: You bastard, you have swallowed up ten years of my hard work!

Disciple: Damn master, I’ve been serving you for ten years in vain!
Qian Lanlan stood up and spoke condescendingly, despising the master-disciple relationship between the two of them. "It's just a bottle of medicine, isn't it?"

Can the hypocrisy continue?
The two of them were grunting like cows, as if they were about to bite each other at any time. Is this an irresolvable rift?

However, due to the fact that the big Buddha of Qian was stuck here, the two of them couldn't get angry and looked away one after another.

Out of sight, out of mind!

Just as he was concentrating on the medicine, Old Ning'er seemed to have forgotten to greet the person next to Lord Beile, so he cleared the anger in his eyes, bowed and asked:
"I don't know what you are doing when the master comes here, but you are not feeling well?"

As soon as these words came out, the little medicine boy also looked at Qian Lanlan's fair face with concern, his eyes fixed, as if he had to see some serious illness on her face so that he could cure her.

"I'm not sick." Qian Lanlan's calm words dispelled the little medicine boy's worries.

Why go to the pharmacy if you are not sick?
Are you here for his medicine?

Or do you want to ask for other medicine?
Three question marks suddenly popped up on Old Ning'er's head. He couldn't answer them, and he didn't dare to blurt them out without knowing whether to live or die.

He just squinted his eyes and looked at this woman with a dog's sense of smell maliciously.

What happened?
However, in the blink of an eye, Old Ning'er's eyes were fixed on the remaining half-bottle of Knife Point in Qian Lanlan's hand.

It is said that no matter how small a fly is, it is still meat. Moreover, the tip of this knife worth thousands of dollars is not a fly leg, but a piece of golden fat.

A small amount is a good medicine to stop bleeding, but it's a pity that half of the bottle is cheap. Old Ning'er thought narrowly in her heart, and glanced at the white face of the little medicine boy again with resentful eyes.

"Then why did the master come here?" The little medicine boy bowed and asked.

"I... of course I have my own business here." It's hard to say whether Qian is dead or not. She doesn't have much confidence now, and she still needs to figure out the theoretical knowledge.

After all, it had been several days since she watched "A Collection of Strange Flowers and Strange Herbs," and she had no idea how much grass was still left in her mind.

She needs to review the past and learn new things in order to let the little grass grow back on her head.

The little medicine boy was so helpless. The master couldn't reveal it, so how could he help?
"Master, you may wish to express that your slave is willing to do the hard work of a dog or horse."

Dog!Are you kicking the old master so quickly and currying favor with the new master?
Lao Ning'er was disgusted in her heart, her eyes were gleaming like cold knives, and she wanted to bite this rebellious dog to death.

With such enthusiasm to help, it is natural that the money will be accepted by anyone. "Then you can open the medicine cabinet for me. There is no need to pull out the smelly and volatile items."

The little medicine boy said happily: "Yes, I obey!"

The two of them were harmonious and harmonious, as if the bloody incident just now had never happened. However, the injury on the back of the little drug boy's head was real, as evidenced by the ugly bandage.

Looking at the short stature of the little medicine boy, Qian Lanlan was so happy that he couldn't help blurting out: "You're so good, little brother!"

Little brother? ?Little Yaotong, a slave, can't stand such a friendly little brother, and besides... he is also very old.

"Master, this slave is too old to bear the sound of your little brother."

"Ah? I see you are quite short?" Qian Lanlan's lips curled up.

Well - it's this damn height again! !

The little drug boy felt inferior. At this moment, Lao Ning'er, who had been watching and silent, laughed.

"He, he, can only grow so far."

This is heartbreaking!
insult!

The little Yao Tong was so angry that he wanted to curse and hit people. He usually just said this, but now he actually said it in front of his master to humiliate people!
Are you still giving me face?

"You don't have dwarfism, do you?" Qian Lanlan, who was less than 1.3 meters tall, held his chin and thought for a moment before giving such an answer before blurting out the question.

"Dwarfism? What is dwarfism?" The little medicine boy really didn't understand and asked with his head hanging.

What did the ancients call dwarfism?Qian Lanlan has no impression, but judging from the height of the little drug boy, he should be about the same size.

"Oh, it's nothing." Qian Lanlan doesn't want to talk nonsense to the ancients. If you talk too much, he will suspect that you are sick.

However, when Lao Ning'er heard the word dwarfism, her face was startled, her brows were furrowed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The little medicine boy rubbed his head and didn't dwell on the matter too much. He climbed up the stairs and opened the cupboard.

But he still firmly believes that he can still grow longer!

After a few clicks, the drawer containing the medicine was opened in various directions, and the fragrance of the medicine was wafting in the air.

Qian Lanlan has a sharp nose. It's not that the scent of medicine got into her nose, it's more like her nose has grown into the drawer.

She deliberately smelled it, and the smell of the medicine became stronger. The "Collection of Strange Flowers and Strange Herbs" that had been beaten away by the little medicine boy came back and slowly unfolded in her mind.

The books she had read had long since become explosives in her mind. This strong smell of medicine was like a match thrown into the arsenal of her mind by Dai Xingzi.

At this time, a series of explosions occurred in her brain, awakening her sleeping memories - "A Collection of Strange Flowers and Strange Herbs"

The taste turned into a physical object, her mind was filled with flowers and grass, and the book turned into a world of flowers.

Lao Ning'er stood aside, pondering Qian Rolan's expression with a look that was difficult for others to comprehend.

What is she thinking?
He seemed very happy, and his fair skin seemed to be gently brushed by the green grass, which was particularly soft and incomparable with his wrinkled old bark skin.

Old Ning'er unconsciously touched her rough skin, eh, it was so rough!
What is this girl thinking?It felt like she had a different world, and Lao Ning'er was very curious.

The little medicine boy followed the instructions and opened all the drawers that could be opened. When he came down from the ladder, he saw that the master was frozen as if he had lost his mind, motionless.

Where did her god go?
It's like entering another world!
The two masters and apprentices looked at each other, wanting to go up and ask this master where you were wandering, but you were all lost!
The little Yaotong had an inexplicable thought. He and Old Ning'er were from the same world, while the master was from another world.

After touching a stick of incense, Qian Lanlan came to his senses and moved his feet only to find that his feet were numb.

Qian Lanlan rubbed his temples. The book "Collection of Strange Flowers and Rare Herbs" is really vast and brain-burning. It's really brain-burning!

The little medicine boy returned to his post of grinding in the copper grinder trough, while old Ning'er sat on the slanted chair and waited stupidly for a stick of incense.

Waiting for his half bottle of knife tip!

"Master, have you come to your senses?" Old Ning'er stood up and greeted.

"Ah."

Old Ning'er used wrinkles to put on a smile that was uglier than the scar on the knife and asked: "Then can you give the half bottle of knife points back to the slave?"

"Huh? This? Are you sick?" Qian Lanlan raised the tip of the knife and asked, "Where are you bleeding?"

Lao Ning'er choked on her words "Are you sick?" Did she take the opportunity to scold him?

He replied, "The slave didn't bleed."

"If you're not sick, don't mess around." Qian Lanlan said.

Old Ning'er felt a little aggrieved. That thing obviously belonged to him, so he persuaded her nicely: "Master, the tip of the knife is the slave's ten years of hard work. Can you return it?"

The kid, Old Ning'er, who had been taken advantage of by her like a robber, was already bleeding profusely. If she didn't give him back, I'm afraid Old Ning'er would risk his life!
Therefore, he looked at Qian Lanlan with a fierce look, as if he was going to let a dog bite her if she didn't give it to him.

"Did you really spend ten years on this thing?" Qian Lanlan didn't believe it, because she could do so much in ten years.

"Yes." That's absolutely true.

"Master doesn't believe that this is a slave's thing. You can ask my good disciple. I made him with my own hands. He has been making it for ten years. In the past ten years, he has witnessed the development of my knife tip from scratch. "

Lao Ning'er's tone was honest and not false at all.

"That's ten years!" Qian Lanlan looked at his wrinkled face and said, "You really know how to waste your time!"

Uh!
What does she mean by this, that she looks down on people who work hard and diligently?

"I've used it all, you might as well give it to me." Qian Lanlan said casually.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of Lao Ning'er, a stubborn old man, he is shameless, pushy and shameless!
Frustrated and depressed, a few more wrinkles appeared on Lao Ning'er's face out of thin air.

Because all the pharmaceutical ingredients come out of Mr. Baylor's pocket, and if someone really wants it, he can't be shameless, push his limits, and say "no" shamelessly.

Give it to her and it will return to its original owner!

However, how to calculate the hard work of these ten years? You can’t also blame it on Lord Baylor, right?Those were ten years of his wasted years!
Sighing, Old Ning'er thought to herself: That's all, who told this woman to sleep next to Lord Beile? Give it to her, or wait for others to snatch her!
Although, Qian Lanlan's tone was casual, unlike that of a robber, and what he did was no different than robbing, because Old Ning'er was just a weak scumbag under a robber!

He lowered his head and said, "Since the master likes me, I will be very happy."

But there are a hundred reluctances and a thousand hatreds in my heart!

"Little medicine boy, catch it!" Qian Lanlan called to the little medicine boy at his post, waved his hand and threw the white porcelain bottle over.

After hearing the sound, the little medicine boy stood up in surprise and surprise, and reached out to take the white porcelain bottle.

Good guy, I got the thing I've been thinking about for ten years so easily?
This master is so good, the little medicine boy thought to himself. He turned to look at the angry face of his master, and felt very happy! !
The master rewarded me, but the master probably couldn’t get it back from him. I’m really grateful for the injury to the back of his head!
The little medicine boy stuck out his tongue and waved to Old Ning'er with the porcelain bottle.

Is this irritating him?
Boy, you are tired of living! !
"Old man, I'll compensate you with a bottle of knife points, they are not exactly the same."

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