Chapter 269： Spring Palace (11)

Nangong frowned slightly, an inexplicable anxiety came to mind, but Xiao Yi was still unaware, and uttered endlessly: "Smelly girl, I can now be said to be a rich country but an enemy country. If you want anything, Just tell me. "He straightened his chest, proud.

Nangong Yu felt more and more wrong. Xiao Yi in the previous life did not have the helper left by his grandfather, nor did he have such a huge amount of money. Perhaps this is the only way to create his tenacity and become the **** of killing that can turn the rain, but in this life, because of his own Existence, Xiao Yi's fate has changed ... If so, in the end, let Xiao Yi become a rude second-generation ancestor, is he helping or harming him?

Nangong looked half-closed, and his eyes were a bit complicated. By the time she looked up, she had changed her expression and sighed admiringly: "The King of the South of the Old Town is indeed wise and wise, Wentao Wulue, resourceful, and foresighted, no wonder it can help the emperor to lay this great mountain!" It's a pity that I didn't give birth twenty years earlier, otherwise I would have a chance to meet his elderly man! "

At first Xiao Yi nodded again and again, feeling quite proud, but the more Nangong Yu said, the more he felt like something weird ... it wasn't in my heart. He pursed his lips and said a little stiffly, "Dirty girl, do you think I'm worse than my grandfather?"

Nangong looked at him with a smile and said innocently: "Don't do me wrong, when did I say that!"

Xiao Yi didn't speak for a while, when Nangong Yan almost thought he was going to get rid of his sleeves, he listened to him: "Smelly girl, let's make a bet?" He didn't wait for Nangong Yan to answer, he continued. "Even if I don't rely on the money left by my grandfather, I can earn 12,000 gold in a year. Do you believe it?" He looked at Nangong Yan with confidence, his bright eyes seemed to glow.

Nangong Ai couldn't help laughing, and said casually: "Then I'll wait and see!"

"Smelly girl, don't worry, I won't let you down." Xiao Yi shot without warning, and gently patted Nangong Yan's hair, then turned to leave, but he turned around and he turned again. What I thought of, I turned back again, I don't know where to take out a sandalwood box carved with a lotus pattern, and put it on the window frame. "I almost forgot, smelly girl, this is my birthday gift for you." After that, he strode away chicly.

After Nangong looked at his back, he looked down at the sandalwood box, opened it, and found that there was a book in it, the paper was yellow, and it looked a long time ago.

Nangong Nian turned over a few pages and froze, and for a while did not return to God ...

After a long time, she lifted her eyes and looked in the direction that Xiao Yi left. The birthday gift he gave her turned out to be the long-lost "Healing Medicine Book"!

This "grass picking doctor's classics" is just waste paper to ordinary people, but to her as a healer, it is like the most precious treasure. "Pick up the Grass" is a handwritten note written by the elder man of the nine hundred medicines three hundred years ago. It records his experience of practicing medicine for many years and many secret recipes.

It is a pity that the disciples of the Jiuyao old man thought about the master's handbook and thought about it, so he secretly calculated his own master, and therefore the whereabouts of the Picking up the Medicine Classic is unknown ...

Unexpectedly, now, three hundred years later, it will be in Xiao Yi's hands and given to myself!

It's easy to give a precious gift, but it's not easy to give a gift that suits the other's wishes! Xiao Yi is right, for her, this gift is indeed worth a thousand dollars!

Nangong Yu's mood can't be calm for a long time ...

It wasn't just Nangong Yan's mood that fluctuated, but Xiao Yi's mood was actually not as calm and confident as he showed.