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Fu Bo: "!!!."

Only then did he realize that the prince's clothes were indeed bought by the princess at a large price, and it was normal for her to stay.

However, he doesn't care about these.

What he cared about most was the magic medicine.

"Miss Huo, that magic medicine...?"

Uncle Fu looked at the medicine in Huo Bingbingyu's hand eagerly.

Dark Mei is now lying on the bed with her life hanging by a thread, waiting for him to get the medicine back to save her life!

At this time, An Xi hurriedly came with the banknote. He first handed a receipt to Huo Bingbing and said...

"Miss Huo, the prince said that as long as you sign your name on the receipt, the one hundred thousand taels of silver note will be yours."

Huo Bingbing looked at him with confusion and asked lightly...

"Why do you need to sign? What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

An Xi bravely said in a low voice...

"The prince said it was to prevent receiving counterfeit medicine. He was afraid that he would die without proof, so it would be safer to have a receipt."

The voice behind him became quieter and quieter, for fear that the princess would be angry and bite him.

Huo Bingbing raised her eyebrows: "How does the prince decide on the fake medicine?"

She had to find out first.

If there is a trap.

She won't sell elixirs anymore.

An Xi swallowed a sip of water and said bravely...

"The prince said that Anmei didn't get better after taking the magic medicine, but died, so he decided it was a fake medicine."

He felt uneasy, wondering if the prince would hold a grudge against him if he revealed his intention to the prince?

well! It’s so hard for him to be caught in the middle.

After all, the princess cannot be offended. She is the mistress of Prince Zhan's Mansion and will come back sooner or later.

Huo Bingbing nodded, relieved. She picked up the pen and signed her name on it elegantly.

The ancestral elixir has never gone wrong, and saving a mortal is a piece of cake.

Dark Demon secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally completing the task. It was not easy.

After Huo Bingbing collected the banknote, she gave the magic medicine to Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu took the medicine and was moved to tears. He kowtowed to Huo Bingbing three times before he got up and left in a hurry.

After taking the magic medicine, Anmei regained consciousness quickly. Although she was still lying in bed recovering from her injuries, her life was saved.

The imperial doctors who sentenced him to death were surprised.

They have been practicing medicine for decades and have never made a wrong diagnosis. Unexpectedly, this time they capsized in the gutter.

One of the doctors hesitated to speak, but after remembering An Xi's warning, he didn't say a word in the end.

That's all, the Prince of War's Mansion is not something he can mess with.

study.

Ye Yi came back from the morning and found that the desk was in a mess. The valuables were not lost, but the four treasures of the study on the desk were missing.

He called his servants over and asked them again.

All the servants said they didn't know what was going on. The prince's study was cleaned by dedicated people, and ordinary servants like them were not qualified to enter.

Ye Yi's side was in a mess, and Huo Bingbing's side was also very busy.

The little bird flapped its wings and flew in the air, watching its ancestor holding a pen and writing flyers one after another, and kept boasting...

"Ancestor, your handwriting is so beautiful. The cruel prince's handwriting is so ugly that he doesn't even deserve to carry my ancestor's shoes."

Huo Bingbing wrote hundreds of leaflets before putting down her pen and smiling with satisfaction...

"I finally wrote them down. Whether we can make a fortune tomorrow depends on them."

The little bird flew over, grabbed all the leaflets with one paw, and said excitedly...

"Ancestor, in order not to delay our getting rich tomorrow, Xiaofeng is going to put up flyers now."

Huo Bingbing waved her hand and said lightly...

"No need to go to so much trouble, just ask the Rat King to take care of this matter."

The Rat Clan is huge in number. As long as the Rat King gives an order, rats all over the capital will take action. Hundreds of leaflets can be posted in the blink of an eye.

Don't be too simple.

If Xiaoniao had to post it by himself, it would take a long time and he would be exhausted to death, so why bother.

Xiaoniao heard that this was indeed the case.

He stood obediently on Huo Bingbing's shoulder, waiting for the Rat King to come.

Huo Bingbing recited a mantra and shouted softly a few times...

"Rat King, come out. Our ancestors have asked you to do something."

A quarter of an hour later.

There was a slight vibration on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the Rat King came out of the mouse hole with a large group of little mice. It stood up on its hind legs like a human, walked up to Huo Bingbing, bowed respectfully, and asked...

"Zhizhizhi, ancestor, call the young one over. What are your orders?"

Huo Bingbing pointed at the leaflet on the bird's paw and said lightly...

"Rat King, our ancestors are going to do a big business tomorrow. These are promotional leaflets. Post them in the most dazzling place in the capital, preferably where everyone can see them."

"Will my ancestors make a lot of money tomorrow? It depends on where you post these leaflets."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little bird flew over and handed the Mouse King a thick stack of propaganda in its paws.

The Rat King took the flyer, nodded sharply and said...

"Zhizhizhi, ancestors, don't worry about the little thing. I will definitely do it beautifully."

After saying that, it held the leaflet and left with a large group of little mice.

That night, all the royal nobles and ladies of wealthy families in the capital received a leaflet.

It said that clothes and underwear worn by Prince Zhan were for sale, and it was also specifically marked next to it, saying that it was legal and that Prince Zhan would never pursue it, so that everyone could bid with confidence, and it was said that the highest bidder would get it.

The auction site address is also written on the back.

This time the whole capital exploded.

They stayed up all night.

The next day.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the streets of the capital were surprisingly lively.

There are luxurious carriages everywhere.

People who don’t know may think that today is some kind of holiday, otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people on the street.

Zhanwangfu and other courtyards.

The little bird was woken up by the noise on the street early in the morning. He looked down...

The streets were full of traffic and crowds of people. The scene was unprecedentedly lively, and I couldn't help but be shocked.

Damn it, the Rat King is so awesome. Where did he post the leaflet?

The little bird was no longer calm, and immediately flapped its wings and flew back to the yard, screaming...

"Ancestor, get up quickly. We are going crazy today. The Rat King is so powerful. He has brought out all the rich people in the capital."