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After a while, the waiter ran over and looked at them with a complicated expression, "Young masters, my boss invites you."

Qing He and Little Zhu followed the waiter into a courtyard. The waiter knocked on the door and said, "Boss, they have arrived."

A lazy yet domineering female voice rang out. "You can leave. Let them in."

Qing He pushed open the door and saw a woman sitting on a chair facing them. This woman looked very young and wore an orange dress. Her makeup was bold and beautiful, and her pair of peach blossom eyes captivated souls.

She looked over Qing He and Little Bamboo from head to toe. She pointed at Little Bamboo with her red-painted finger, her red lips slightly parted. "You, get out."

Little Zhu looked at Qing He, who nodded.

The woman walked over and lifted up her finger, "You are the one who wrote the note telling me that you knew about the ingredients. You look quite pretty."

She took a bottle of medicine and applied it to Qing He's face. After a while, she cleaned and restored her original appearance.

The girl looked at Qing He and laughed, "Isn't this the famous young mistress of the Prime Minister's Estate, Su Qing He? I didn't expect you to understand this. Tell me, what did I release?"

The ingredient is made from eight different medicinal herbs and eight different poisonous substances. It is made by a certain proportion and if one is a little careless, it can potentially endanger one's life. Each dish only has one different medicinal herb, but it can greatly change the taste of the ingredients. There's something I haven't tasted yet. "

"I've spent a lot of effort thinking about that thing. It would be weird if you knew about it."

Qing He continued, "That kind of thing is the most important thing. I only know a little bit about medicine, and I can only discern ordinary medicine. As for other things, I'm powerless to help."

"I've long heard that Third Young Miss has unparalleled medical skills. It seems like what you said is true, you're too modest. Those things you said are not things that ordinary people can taste, otherwise, if those people knew that I put poison in them, they would not dare to eat it."

Qing He smiled. "That's true, but why are you selling such strange food for such a cheap price?"

Seeing so many people like what they make, I feel a sense of satisfaction. There was once a person who said that he knew the recipe and found me here, but I didn't pay much attention to him. He was dissatisfied and even threatened to give me 10,000 gold taels.

"And then."

"He's old and ugly, of course I'm not willing to talk to him too much. I taught him a lesson and he became obedient."

Qing He was speechless. Because he was good-looking, he had exchanged a few more words with him?

"How did you teach him a lesson?"

"Let him play with my little darlings for a while."

"Darling?"

"Snakes, scorpions, spiders and the like."

The corner of Qing He's mouth twitched. She really was a scorpion.

The woman smiled domineeringly, "Of course, the biggest reason is because of my name, Rongkong."

"You are Rongkong? Pill King Valley's Rong Zhangkong? " Qing He looked at her in surprise and asked in disbelief.

"Of course, how many of them are there in this world?"

Qing He had seen the information on Rong Zhangkong in the book that recorded all of the mysterious figures of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. The new Valley Master of the Medicine God Valley, of unknown gender, unparalleled age, unparalleled poison, eccentric temperament, killing with just the intent to save, daring to even defy an imperial decree, without a fixed abode, no one knew where he was. The people who offended the Medicine King Valley all died, it was said that he was Rong Zhangkong who killed them.

Qing He didn't expect to run into such an influential person. She was young and beautiful, and he didn't expect to run into her by chance.

Rong Zhangkong looked at Qing He, who was still in shock, and teased her, "What? Are you stupid? "

Qing He nodded blankly.

"You are different from the rumored Su Qing."

"Didn't you just say that you deserve to be called the third lady of the Prime Minister's Estate?"

Rong Zhangkong waved his hand, "Not this, but temperament. Before, Su Qinghe was very proud, as if nothing entered your eyes. But now, you are very humble. Did you get hit by those things?"

"I've lost my memory."

"Amnesia?" I don't believe that, no matter how much I lose track of my memories, my innate temperament will not change. The way I see it, your eyes do not seem to have lost track of your memories, and furthermore, I am from the Pill King Valley, so my intuition is not wrong. "

Qing He smiled, "That may not be so. It is very possible that you have experienced a huge change in your personality. Moreover, I have indeed forgotten the past. This is ridiculous. "

"In any case, I feel that you have a problem. Whether or not you know it clearly in your heart, I'll give you this. In the future, use this thing to find me here." Rong Zhangkong casually tossed Qing He a sign.

Qing He caught it. Seeing the word 'medicine' engraved on it, he asked in confusion, "How did you know I would look for you?"

Rongkong gave a charming smile. "Instinct."

The corner of Qing He's mouth twitched as he helplessly said, "If there's nothing else, I'll have to go. Little Zhu, you should be waiting anxiously for me."

"Yes, please. You know what to say and what not to say."

Just as Qing He was about to leave, she suddenly recalled her original appearance. She looked at Rong Zhangkong and smiled, "You were the one who took away my makeup and helped me turn it into the appearance of someone who just entered the door. This shouldn't be too difficult for you."

After a long while, Qing He came out of her room. Little Zhu looked at her and went up to welcome her: "What did you do? What took you so long? "

"Nothing much, let's chat for a bit. Let's go."

"Miss, what does this boss look like?"

Qing He thought for a moment. "She is a very beautiful woman."

"So it's like that."

Following that, Little Bamboo brought Qing He to many famous places in the capital. Qing He stood on a small bridge and thumped his aching calves. He could not help but exclaim in admiration. The capital was indeed big and prosperous.

Qing He looked at the setting sun and said indifferently, "Little Zhu, let's go back."

She really wanted to play in the evening, but she thought of her promise to her mother and gave up. She sighed. In the future, there would be plenty of opportunities.

Qing He and Little Bamboo walked back. As they walked, Qing He noticed that something was wrong. She noticed that four people were walking towards them. They were all wearing ordinary clothes and had very ordinary faces.

One of them walked up to Qing He and said respectfully, "Young Master, Master wants us to bring you back."

Qing He was secretly shocked. She and Ben didn't know him, so why did he say that? She looked into that man's murderous eyes and immediately understood that these people were here to cause trouble for her. It was very possible that they were here to take her life.

Her current appearance was not Su Qinghe's. How did they know? It looked like these people had been eyeing her ever since she left the house.

Qing He sneered: "Who are you, and who are they? This young master does not recognize you. "

That person continued, "Young master, this is the lord's wish. Don't make things difficult for us."

Little Bamboo retorted angrily, "Where did you come from? My family's young master said he doesn't know you. Master, who is it?"