Chapter 479

Besides, it's not a herb with many functions. This kind of herb grows near the swamp every day, and it's only for some deep forest animals to eat.

In fact, few are used for medicinal materials.

Because of the lack of medicinal materials, Xiao Li painfully gave up the development.

But after all, I slept for a month with the formula of the powder. Now I see the real thing, and then I can't do anything about it. I was resisted by a shorter girl. Xiaoli concluded that most of this is the powder.

At the thought of what he didn't work out, he was actually studied by others and used on him. The little guy was not happy at once, his nose was wrinkled up, and he felt angry.

Children's mind is straightforward, but adults think more deeply.

Liu Wei looked at the powder several times and smelled it several times. Finally, she had to admit that it was indeed a powder for dispersing Kung Fu.

So here comes the question.

Wanlixiang is a kind of medicinal material that only appears in the swamp. This bottle of powder needs at least 30 million Lixiang. It can be easily used by a child as a plaything.

Does this mean that they have a lot of Wanlixiang?

But throughout Qingyun country, the place with the most fragrance is Lingzhou, not other places.

That little girl is from Lingzhou.

Jijia, it's in Lingzhou.

A series of causes and effects made Liu Wei's upset heart not calm down, but more disordered.

Xiao Li saw her mother's fault, and raised her short finger to rub her tight frown.

Liu Wei looks up at her son.

Listen to Xiaoli soft said: "Dad, don't be angry. I can't beat that little sister. I just let her. The efficacy time of this powder is less than half column incense. When she takes me to the roof, I can beat her. I let her, and that's what I call people. "

Xiaoli is very serious. He looks very tall with a little brother's gesture.

Liu Wei smiled and nodded his son's nose: "but you are crying."

Xiaoli wiped her eyes and said seriously: "this It's eye-catching. "

The little guy said, even more aggrieved, a little mouth glance, red eyes: "that little sister is very bad, she wants to hit, to sprinkle medicine, how can I sprinkle other people's eyes, if I am blind how to do?"? She's a bad kid. I won't play with her. I won't talk to her anymore. " "

the little guy said, and his tears came out in a flash. Once his head was buried, he was buried in his mother's arms. He could not come out.

Liu Wei holds her son and pushes him away. Only then can she see carefully that Xiaoli's eyes are red. Indeed, they are not only crying red.

A circle of blood around the eyes, a look, is injured.

Such a small child, even if he bears or goes wild on weekdays, but his eyes are hurt, who can resist it.

Liu Wei was angry on the spot. She got up and went straight back.

Xiaoli wiped her tears and followed her mother's buttocks with a red face.

But after two steps, Liu Wei stops again. With a brake, Xiao Li bumps her mother's leg, covers her nose and stops.

Liu Wei stood silent for a while, led his son, then turned around and walked towards the inn.

Back to the inn, on the second floor, push open the door, the room is empty, no one.

Liu Wei exits the room, without saying a word, and walks towards Rong Su's room without knocking. He pushes the door open.

In the room, the face of Rong Su, who is writing a letter, changes, quickly pinches the letter paper in his hand into a ball, burning the candle on the table quickly, which makes Liu Wei glare angrily.

Liu Wei didn't care what secret letter he wrote or what underground work he was going to do. He just raised his chin and asked, "where is Rong Ling?"

Rong Su's face darkened: "this is my room."

"I know. I'm here to ask you. How about Rong Ling?"

Rong Suqi laughs. Do these people think he is a good bully?

Last night, Rong Leng got sick. Today, this man is crazy. All the good ones are rushing to him.

What does he have to do with them?

Rong Su said nothing, but did not speak.

Liu Wei frowns, and they look at each other quietly for a while. Liu Wei purses her lips and says, "when I see him, I will say that his son has been bullied. Let him come quickly!"

Rong Su's delicate eyes moved from Liu Wei to Liu Xiaoli at Liu Wei's feet.

Xiao Li also wanted to rub her eyes because her eyes were itchy. She didn't pay attention to the conversation of the adults at all.

Rong Su just looks at Liu Xiaoli, then at Liu Wei, then at Liu Xiaoli, then at Liu Wei

Liu Wei said, and took Xiaoli away. On the way, he said, "don't rub it. It's not clean."

As soon as they left, they left Rong Xu standing in the room, looking at the direction of the gate with complicated faces.

Until I don't know how long ago, Rong went back and wanted to close the door. He saw the outer corridor, where Rong Ling was standing, his hands around his chest, looking at the direction of the door downstairs and the inn.Rong Su guarantees that Rong Ling has heard the words just now.

Rong Su couldn't help but sneer and spit out a sentence: "you have become your son?"

Rong Leng glanced at Rong su. In her cold eyes, she had an indescribable meaning: "that's my son."

Rong Su is too lazy to deal with the third brother. Close the door.

But at the moment when the door is about to close, he hears the light words from the door: "on the letter, consider how to write."

Let go of a finger, eyes sharp through the door, looking at Rong Leng.

But Rong Leng has already taken a step to go downstairs.

No matter how Liu Wei learns from Zhong Ziyu, it's still a big deal that his son is bullied.

Rong Su looks at Rong Ling's disappearing figure. His eyes are deep. He closes the door. He looks at the letter paper on the desk which has been burned to ashes. His thin lips are tightly pressed.

It seems that the people of zhenggemen are really omnipotent.

Rong Ling even knew that he intended to write to Kyoto.

As for what to write, Rong Ling is to remind him not to act in vain at this juncture, leading to the burning of fire?

I don't want to. Rong Ling has some good intentions.

But this is an opportunity. It's a burning fire. This opportunity is close at hand. How can he not act?

Thinking of this, Rong Su sits back on the stool, takes a new piece of paper and writes again.

But as soon as I wrote a prefix, I heard the muffled sound under the bed.

The letter paper was pressed under other Xuan paper, Rong Xu turned around and called out with a low voice, "come out."

There was a louder noise under the bed. Then, the man in plain clothes came out, bowed his hands, saluted and said respectfully, "Lord seven, you have entrusted the person you are looking for. It seems that you have found him."

Rong Su frowned. Recently, he gave two orders to find two people.

Huang Er, the palace maid, and the girl.

Rong Su hopes that if Huang Er is in his hands, what he will do next will only be more effective with less.

But listen to the man's low way: "it's the little girl with you, little girl. Someone seems to have found her."