My Empress is My Bad Girl

With the decline of the Uzbek, the young people in the clan are reluctant to learn the obscure and incomprehensible characters of the Uzbek.

This Master Shui Yi could learn so well while reading the book by himself, how could the high priest not be envious.

He glanced at Xiaozhuang.

Xiao Zhuang understood his thoughts and smiled: "I'm not as smart as the two horses. If the high priest is willing, how about passing on the position of the high priest to him? I promise that he can lead you to the Uganda."

The high priest snorted heavily: "I, the Uzbek, don't need an outsider to lead."

"It seems like someone is rare." The child curled his lips. "Isn't Piaoyun Villa more powerful than your Uzbekistan? At the beginning, his relatives asked him to inherit the position of the owner, and they didn't want him. He would come to you to be a high priest."

The high priest was silent.

He values ​​the Uzbek, but in the final analysis, the Uzbek is a small tribe with thousands of people.

In front of the Great Zhou Kingdom, it was really nothing.

Qian'er asked: "Secondary Ma, is there any problem with this recipe?"

"The prescription is a good prescription, but I have never heard of this medicine." Shui Yijun replied.

The crowd looked at the high priest.

The high priest was a little proud: "This velvet is a medicine unique to my Uzbek. You can't find it outside."

"Can you show me one?"

"It's in the old man's pharmacy." The high priest said, calling the servant, "Go and get a velvet."

The servant went, and sure enough, he fetched a velvet.

Several people gathered around to watch.

Shui Yijun took it, examined it carefully, and pinched a small piece and sent it to his mouth to taste.

"Is the medicine eaten casually?" The toddler laughed.

"If you don't have a doctor to taste the medicine, how can you know the properties of the medicine and give it to the patient?" Qianer said, "Just doing this is really dangerous. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself."

The toddler sighed: "It's really rare to be a good doctor."

Shui Yijun concentrated and didn't speak.

The high priest said: "You don't have to try the medicine anymore, you don't have to try the medicine. This velvet is not available elsewhere. If you want, I have dozens of them, just take them all."

"Dozens of plants are enough for how many people?" the child asked.

"Boiled into medicine, divided into one point, how can it be enough for hundreds of people." said the high priest.

"Hundreds of people? How can that be enough. Where are the velvet rice, I will pick it." The child volunteered.

The high priest said: "No."

"No?!"

"This medicine is very special. It only grows on the day of rain every year, and it will fall in three hours. If it is not picked off and dried in time, it will not be kept."

"It's too early for next year's rainy solar terms. How could it be possible to wait so long? High priest, how many velvets you have, I want them all."

"There are only so many." The high priest said helplessly, "This thing is not very useful, and only a few cures can be used. Moreover, the velvet grows on the cliff, so the people will not risk picking it. For so many years, there are only hundreds of plants in my medicine storehouse, and they have been used up one after another, and only these are left. If you want to have them again, you can only wait until next year’s rain and solar terms."

Qian'er asked: "So, I also ate a plant?"

"Otherwise, the princess's illness won't be so easy to heal."

"This is troublesome." The toddler was a little angry, "What's the point of saving only a few hundred people? It's just a waste of work."

"What are you in a hurry? It is a meaningful thing to save one more person. There must be a way to the front of the mountain, and it is impossible that there is really no way." Qianer said.