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Murong Nan finally expressed relief at his son's enlightenment. Leaving behind the four Sky Wolf Servants, he took his present and went to Molda's Courtyard.

At the moment, a voice came from the courtyard. It was a voice of a servant.

"The Southern Prince pays his respects to the General ~"

"A thousand years old ginseng, one ~ ~ ~ ~"

At that time, Mo Da, who was still troubled, suddenly stood up from his chair, a look of astonishment on his face. Then, ignoring Housekeeper Cong's obstruction, he walked towards the door and greeted with a smile.

"Murong Nan, why have you come?"

Murong Nan narrowed his eyes and giggled. Didn't he say he was thinking of the general's family's wine? He opened the box in front of everyone, revealing the thousand-year-old ginseng lying on a red cloth.

Molda could clearly see that it was a snow-white ginseng about a foot long. It looked like a child. It had a head and limbs that could be seen. Its skin was faintly tinged with blood. If ordinary people thought about it with their toes, they would know that it was a rare item. "Not to mention the greedy Mordor.

When he first saw such a treasure, he was praising his father's birthday for having a good show to play!

"Is there anything in this world more pleasing to my father than giving away this item?"

He looked at the ginseng again and again, as if he was sticking to it.

As for 49 who was lying on the bed, he was on the verge of death? Morda had decisively left him behind. So what if he died? How could a mere 49 be compared with an Imperial Advisor below one person in the Sky Wolf Country? This was something that even a three year old child would know!

Murong Nan didn't say anything when he saw this. Even under normal circumstances, he would have given Molda his full support to kill him.

But if he died, who was going to give him Lanben?

Murong Nan had no choice but to temporarily suppress his desire to die. He stopped Molda from wanting to snatch it away. He first pulled out a long beard from the bottom part of the ginseng. In the end, Molda's eyes almost popped out as he angrily asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Of course it's to test the medicine for you."

Murong Nan "ignored" Molda's displeasure and continued to speak in a friendly manner as he patiently explained.

"Among us, as long as it's a gift for our ancestor, someone must be the one to test it."

"Just in time, I heard that your favorite slave, 49, is dying. It would be useful to do experiments on him. "

"But that shouldn't be so much!"

Even though Murong Nan had always emphasized that this was only an experiment. Most of the risk involved. But Morda was still dissatisfied.

Did anyone try out the medicine for the first time? But isn't it a bit too much to use so much?

"An entire whisker! If my father saw this, he might even think that I, as his son, had eaten it! "

Murong Nan could only hehe. As he said that, I had my own plans and went to the Flying Flower Pavilion. He went upstairs and found the unconscious Ink Yan. He grabbed a piece of ginseng whisker and put it in a teacup to mash it. Then, he poured some water into the cup and mixed the ginseng with the water. Finally, she pried open her mouth and her wrist fell.

A small stream of the black porcelain teacup with the aroma of ginseng flowed down into his throat.

The pain caused by the wine's recurrence lessened a bit, and his dark face suddenly lit up. She even opened her mouth and began to breathe. Her breathing was long and strong.

"Heh — heh —"

Seeing this scene, Ling Ling knew that Mo Yan would not die for the time being. She covered her mouth in excitement, trying her best not to let the tears fall. He only kept bowing towards Murong Nan! He spoke vaguely.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, Prince of the South!"

However, Murong Nan's painstaking efforts to "defy" Molda to strangle the whiskers were not purely for the sake of doing good. When he saw that the last breath of her had been held, he gradually woke up. He waved his hand and withdrew his servant. Then, he sat down on the bed and began to talk to himself.

"49, I just gave you a 1000-year-old ginseng's whisker. It's enough to keep you alive for three days. "

"I think this is a life saving favor, right? I presume you would be willing to use it to exchange for some common things? "

"Hm?"

Ink Yan opened her mouth, took a deep breath and slightly opened her eyelids.

She had heard every word Murong Nan had said. Furthermore, Ink Yan knew very well what kind of trash he wanted to trade for this life saving favor.

"You want a blueprint?"

Slowly, Mo Yan opened her mouth and asked with a hint of amusement.

"That pamphlet filled with 126 official names, each with a red fingerprint on it?"

Murong Nan Ping's hand, which was placed on the chuang, involuntarily tightened. Veins popped out on the back of his hand. However, he still maintained his calm voice, maintaining the demeanor that a prince should have, and asked this question with an unwavering expression.

"Have you seen what's inside?"

Ink Yan blinked her eyes.

"Right."

With this, blue veins started to pop out of Murong Nan's swollen forehead. The image that he was struggling to maintain crumbled with a loud crash. He began to take out the knife hidden in his sleeve, and pointed the sharp end at Ink Yan's windpipe. Just like how he had prepared to kill his subordinates.

"49, don't you think it's nice to lie sometimes?"

"At the very least, in the face of death, you can exchange it for a chance to live on. instead of angering the people who can save you and killing you once again. "

Ink Yan lowered her eyes. He was incomparably clear that Murong Nan didn't want to conceal his killing intent.

Because she said she had seen the book!

But!

In the advanced Chinese society, she didn't care even if there were a lot of bullets! How could he be afraid of a world where cold weapons ran rampant?

Ink Yan faced Murong Nan's anger and replied in a calm and composed manner.

"So what?"

"Aren't you afraid to kill me as well?"

"You!"

The sharp blade in Murong Nan's hand clearly trembled. The sharp blade that cut through the skin almost pierced through it a few times! "Roar!" He growled. Don't think that I really don't dare to kill you! "

Mo Yan suddenly opened her eyes wide, emitting an aura that made it seem like she would rather die than submit, as she shouted at Murong Nan.

"Then come!"

"I would like to know, when the officials in the blue book know that you stole their wife's beloved concubine and even served you like a dog, in the end, they would not be able to return the promise they had made. Would you die even worse than I am now?"

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