The little lion I picked up is the Reichsmarshal

"Qingzhou is very talented. If he continues to study medicine, he will definitely become a 2S or even 3S pharmacist in the future." Huang Zetian said honestly, "I don't know if I am qualified to be his teacher."

It can be said that it was a fluke to extract a 3S-level potion, and the second one was also the same, which shows its terrifying strength.

Seeing Shen Qingzhou's skillful movements and careless performance, it is not difficult for more 3S potions to appear.

"Really?" The old dean was very surprised. After confirming that Huang Zetian was not exaggerating and telling the truth, he suddenly thought of something and said worriedly, "I remember that the branch of the Pharmacy Association will send the assessment results to the imperial capital every quarter. Qingzhou is so powerful , over there—”

"Yeah." Huang Zetian nodded, and his expression became serious, "Yesterday when I contacted the president, he told me that the second prince was very interested in Qingzhou after he knew about it. I'm worried that he will use some unscrupulous means to force Qingzhou submission."

The old dean frowned.

Although he is in a backward fringe star, he knows what he should know.

The empire now has two princes, the former empress only had a son, the eldest prince, and the second prince was born to the emperor's mistress.

The First Prince's style is cold and hard, especially strong.

The second prince is easier to get along with.

Of course, this so-called "easy to get along with" is just the image that the second prince shows to the outside world.

"Qingzhou is used to being free, and I don't like being restrained by others." The old dean sighed, "The second prince forced him to do things he didn't like—"

"Don't worry, I won't let this happen." Huang Zetian promised earnestly.

"Then I'll leave it to you." The old dean nodded slightly, "By the way, my previous optical brain still has assets—"

"Father has been helping you keep it safe." Huang Zetian said, and sent a message, the old dean's optical brain suddenly rang, and it was Huang Zetian's father calling.

Shen Qingzhou didn't want to disturb their family reunion, so she left quietly.

Hearing a rattling sound behind him, he turned around with a smile, and it turned out to be the little white lion.

Strange to say, the plush paw pads are soft, but running on the tiled floor makes a sound like a pony.

It's pretty rhythmic.

"Why are you following me?" Shen Qingzhou squatted down with a smile and rubbed the little white lion's head.

The little white lion didn't speak, but looked at him calmly.

"Tsk, there's really nothing I can do about you." Shen Qingzhou shook her head, hugged the cub into her arms, and the smile on her face deepened.

Shen Qingzhou didn't know what the old dean said to his family.

But starting from this day, the life in the nursery has taken a qualitative leap, and everything is fine for food and clothing.

He felt at ease and acted like a happy rice bug, and occasionally came up to play with potions, and his small life was very nourishing.

"Dangdangdangdang." Hearing the sound of scratching the door outside, Shen Qingzhou scooped out the impurities in the medicine, and put the rest into the medicine tube.

After opening the door, he waved the potion in front of the little white lion, "Little guy, guess what this is?"

The little white lion shook his head to express that he didn't know.

"You'll understand after drinking it." Shen Qingzhou smiled and handed the medicine tube to the little white lion's mouth.

Without saying a word, the little white lion opened his mouth to act as a guinea pig for him.

This potion is green, it looks like a fresh feeling of life, and it tastes good, sweet and sour, a bit like a green apple.

Other pharmacists pay attention to the grade and efficacy of the medicine, so Shen Qingzhou likes to improve the taste.

Thinking of the countless strange potions he had drunk before, the little white lion felt a little helpless.

With Shen Qingzhou's potion pearls in front, it would be even more unacceptable to drink those.

There is not much medicine in one potion, and it will be finished soon.

The little white lion could obviously feel the warmth in his lower abdomen, and at the same time the pain left after the broken animal nucleus was gradually disappearing.

It was stunned for a moment, and looked at Shen Qingzhou with some doubts.

Shen Qingzhou grabs its paw pads and pokes its spiritual power in.

He closed his eyes, feeling that the shattered beast core was solidifying again, and felt a little bit of joy in his heart.

The beast core was completely repaired, Shen Qingzhou grabbed the little white lion's ear, and said angrily, "If you hadn't been so tolerant, I would have repaired the beast core for you a long time ago."

The little white lion was shocked.

It originally thought that it could only live in the form of a cub for the rest of its life, and never thought that there would be a day of recovery.

"No, I'm starving to death." Shen Qingzhou rubbed her dry stomach and walked to the restaurant, "Grandpa Dean, what shall we have for dinner?"

The little white lion looked at his back and bit his tongue hard. The smell of rust and tingling told it that this was not an illusion, its animal core was really healed!

While joy welled up in my heart, some emotions were quietly probing.

***

Life in the nursery gradually got back on track, but problems suddenly appeared on the border of the empire.

The little white lion had to leave after receiving the news.

Afraid that Shen Qingzhou would be worried, it asked his subordinates to come pick him up.

On this day, there was a knock on the door of the nursery school. The old principal was washing dishes, and Shen Qingzhou went to open the door.

Seeing the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses outside, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Who are you looking for?"

Could it be that someone from the old dean came again?

"Hello, my name is Chu Huai. I heard that you picked up a little white lion in Edge Star. I want to see if it is a cub lost by my relatives." Whatever Qingzhou and the old dean asked, he could answer them fluently.

Just in case, I also prepared a photo album of the little white lion's childhood.

He didn't confess the identity of the little white lion, not because he didn't trust Shen Qingzhou and the old headmaster, but because he was worried that revealing his identity would bring unnecessary trouble to the nursery.

The old emperor became more and more stupid as he got older, and he did a lot of ridiculous things under the instigation of his mistress.

If the First Prince hadn't tried his best to suppress it, the empire would definitely have become a mess.

If you think about it with your toes, you know that the marshal's injury must have been done by the old emperor and the second prince.

Thinking of those miscellaneous things, a trace of hostility flashed in Chu Huai's eyes.

Hearing this, Shen Qingzhou's brain buzzed, and his pupils dilated for a few seconds.

When he came back to his senses, he resisted the urge to make people disappear, and tried to remain calm, "You come in first."

"Yeah." Chu Huai nodded, and then looked at the little white lion.

A few minutes later, the old dean and Chu Huai sat face to face on the sofa in the living room, "So, this little white lion is the lost cub of your family?"

"Yes." Chu Huai sent the prepared materials to the old dean and Shen Qingzhou's optical brain, "You guys have a look at these."

In fact, as early as when Chu Huai came in, Shen Qingzhou noticed from the attitude of the little white lion that this person knew each other.

"Do you want to go with him?" Shen Qingzhou's hands and feet were cold at the moment, and he clenched his fists hard, as if this would warm himself up.

The little white lion hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The empire needs it now, so it can't hide in a safe place and just survive.

But when it finishes its work with the First Legion, it will come back to accompany Shen Qingzhou.

Shen Qingzhou looked at it for a few seconds and let out a sneer.

What is he expecting?

Could it be that the little white lion would not want his family because of him?

What do you dream about in broad daylight?

Thinking of taking this little guy with him when he was planning to run away, the sarcasm in Shen Qingzhou's eyes became stronger.

It turned out that he was the only one who was acting passionately from the beginning to the end.

The little white lion panicked, and his intuition told him that something bad would happen when he came back after leaving this time.

But as the marshal of the empire, it cannot be willful.

The Gu family only died in battle, and no one has ever escaped.

It pursed its lips, typed a line of words on the optical brain, and then raised its claws to gently touch Shen Qingzhou's calf.

Shen Qingzhou lowered her head, and after seeing the words clearly, her heart softened instantly.

"I'll come back to find you."

He turned his head away, forcing himself not to be confused by the little white lion's sugar-coated shells, and said coldly, "Who cares about you?"

The little white lion's tail drooped to the ground, looking very pitiful.

It wanted to say something nice to make Shen Qingzhou happy, but it had never done this kind of thing before. It typed a long paragraph on the optical brain, and then deleted it. It was very entangled.

From the corner of the eye, Chu Huai, who had been quietly paying attention to Shen Qingzhou and the little white lion, picked up the cup silently, and used the movement of drinking water to cover the corners of his mouth that were crazily raised.

Tsk tsk tsk, Marshal Gu, who is dignified, is actually a strict husband!

It was not in vain for him to beat up a group of bastards and grab the task of picking up the marshal.

This wave is not bad!

The author has something to say: A certain unscrupulous author laughed wildly with his hands on his hips: After leaving this time, I will be chasing my husband's crematorium after I come back hahahahahaha!

感谢在2020-08-3016:59:50~2020-08-3117:28:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Guess, I guess, can you guess 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Sleeping Crow; 46608471, 3 bottles of Surprise Meow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!