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Mu Wanwan originally thought that Ao Qin might be trying to deceive her, but she was still a little surprised when she was brought back to the bedroom by Fuliu ahead of time, clutching her sore chest, and seeing the two boxes placed in the yard.

"Madam is really lucky, this box is spiritual medicine, and the other box is spiritual fruit and spiritual rice." Fuliu looked at Mu Wanwan, who was pale and thin, with disgust, and took out a small bag from his pocket in every possible way reluctantly. The bag was handed to Mu Wanwan.

"Madam, please take good care of Your Majesty in this yard. If you have any shortages on weekdays, just remember that you can go to the market every ten days." Stones and three silver coins, which will be received in the middle of the month, and meals, etc., I will have to trouble you, madam, to prepare it yourself."

Fu Liu said, "I hope Madam will take good care of Your Majesty, I will retire first."

After Fuliu left, the yard became quiet, Mu Wan turned a small bag of some weight, opened it, and almost didn't get annoyed—

The contents inside were not middle-grade spirit stones with rich spiritual power, but ten low-grade spirit stones.

In the original body's memory, if a middle-grade spirit stone is replaced, at least fifteen low-grade spirit stones can be exchanged, and there are only ten of them.

Mu Wanwan only felt annoyed for a while, her chest was on fire, and her throat was filled with sweetness. She stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, and then spread out her hand, which was covered with sporadic bloodstains.

"Huh."

Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's useless to be angry.

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, tried to calm down his emotions, and continued to look at the contents of the bag. In addition to ten low-grade spirit stones, there were only three silver coins.

This month's cases are really few.

In the original body's memory, the exchange ratio of a middle-grade spirit stone to a low-grade spirit stone is about 1:18. If you take it to the black market, the price can be higher, and a low-grade spirit stone can usually be exchanged for one gold coin.

One gold coin can be exchanged for ten silver coins, and one silver coin can be exchanged for ten copper coins. The purchasing power of one copper coin is about the same as that of a modern one coin. In this way, the original monthly rate is about 2,000 yuan. When Fu Liu swallowed it, it was only over a thousand dollars.

With more than 1,000 yuan, I need to support two people.

Moreover, spiritual stones are needed for cultivation. Although the original body is only a weak wood-type ability, when I didn't leave the pavilion before, I had to absorb two or three low-grade spiritual stones a month to strengthen the wood-type spiritual energy in my dantian. .

Mu Wanwan was very sad and opened the box containing the elixir with a hint of anticipation. There was only a young old ginseng plant and ten yellow-colored fruits that seemed to be shrunken. According to the original body Those shallow memories of plants, this kind of fruit is called Baizhenguo, which is two-level in terms of appearance, used to nourish the body, and one is probably worth five low-grade spirit stones.

In addition to this, there were several small porcelain vases, which Mu Wanwan opened and smelled. They contained trauma medicines, and the grades were also very average.

In the other box was a bag of Lingmi, a bag of unknown seeds, and nothing else.

Mu Wanwan sighed sadly, looked at the gradually darkening sky, and didn't expect Bai Shuiyao, who was running away, to come back to help her with her work, and moved the two boxes from the yard into the room.

Mr. Long was still paralyzed on the bed, in the same position as when she left in the morning, just because the door has not been opened for nearly a day, the smell in the room is even worse. But the moment he saw him, Mu Wanwan felt much more at ease.

According to the original plot, she would be stabbed to death by Ao Qin tonight, but now, although she was crushed by Ao Qin's spiritual power, she only suffered some minor injuries. The monthly examples and elixir that can be used are all worth it.

Mu Wanwan thought about it, and slowly raised his brows in front of Mr. Long's evil face full of black and red lines.

In the original body's memory, the tyrant's bedroom is not small, in addition to the main hall for rest, there is a side hall with a courtyard, kitchen and bathroom, but Mr. Long generally does not use it.

Mu Wanwan searched for her memory and found the small kitchen in the side hall. She was delighted to find that there was still a bag of rice for the servants to eat, so she mixed a small handful of spiritual rice and cooked half a pot of porridge.

When she was waiting for the porridge, she didn't sit idle. She drew water and wiped the other half of the jade bed.

After all this was done, Mu Wanwan couldn't lift her tired fingers, and the sky was completely dark. Bai Shuiyao still did not appear in the palace. She didn't know whether she ran away according to the original plan or gave up running away. But what will happen to Bai Shuiyao, she is not worried, Bai Shuiyao has the halo of a heroine, and she can't die no matter what.

Mu Wanwan strongly supported the porridge, and drank a bowl first, although it was only mixed with a small amount of spiritual rice, drinking it made her feel a lot more comfortable in her stomach, warm and regained some strength. .

She rested for a while, lit the lamp, then moved the bench and sat in front of the tyrant's bed with a bowl of porridge.

Under the dim light, Mr. Long's scary face seemed to soften a bit.

His face was still very pale, and his lips were still pursed, but he didn't know if it was because of the little porridge in the morning. It didn't look so dry, and the bruise was still there. Mu Wanwan squeezed his chin gently, spoonful after spoonful. Feed him porridge.

I don't know if it was her delusion, but she always felt that Mr. Long in the evening swallowed much faster than in the morning.

But even so, a lot of porridge overflowed from his mouth, and ambiguous traces of water slipped down his chin.

Mu Wanwan subconsciously stretched out his fingers and brushed over his well-shaped chin, wiped off the soup, and said to himself, "Fortunately you are asleep, this should be considered your dark history."

Mu Wanwan didn't notice a certain dragon's lightly trembling eyelashes, he felt a little funny and a little sad, and said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet... It's better, in the future. I'll just call you Mr. Long, and we can count on each other for life."

Her eyes were a little red, and her voice was a little choked, "You will wake up in the future, for the sake of how good I used to be to you..."

Mu Wanwan couldn't go on talking and wiped his tears embarrassingly, "I'm really... talking to a plant dragon."

She cleaned up some bad emotions, not knowing if the room was too deserted or too lonely, and then began to mutter, "Mr. Long, I will treat your wound later and give you some medicine, it will probably hurt a lot. "

"Mr. Long, we have very little money, and we may be hungry in the future..."

Her voice was very soft, and she was talking about the future of the two of them. It was like a billowing hot magma that followed his eardrums, a little bit of noise into the cold heart full of thorns.


















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