I refuse this box lunch

Fuhe didn't know that he was unconscious for two days and nights.After trying the medicine, the two sick and old medicine men were able to play Tai Chi vigorously. He was fed two catties of old ginseng soup that hanged his life, but he just didn't wake up anyway.

This matter naturally alarmed Gu Xincheng.

The emperor handed over the production of the life-prolonging medicine to his most trusted courtiers and nephews. Gu Xincheng had the emperor's life in his body, and he had seen the magic of the medicine for the first time, so of course he had to keep the medicine.

The environment in the prison is harsh, and someday this little Yaoyin will die in a place where he can't see it. Just in case, he can only be brought into the mansion to rest and take care of him under his nose.

The huge Gu Mansion welcomed its first permanent resident in several years, and he was a troublesome spirit who would die at any time.For two days, the mansion was full of healers in a hurry, and the royal masters sighed and made a mess inside and out.

Gu Xincheng was ordered to do something, and when he was free after the next court, he held his breath and came over to take a look. It was really unlucky that he really died here.

Strange and strange, Xiao Yaoyin, who was talking about wanting to live and wanting to live, and mocking the royal family a moment ago, now has a pale face, lying lifeless on the bed, motionless.

When the troublesome spirit really moved, the closed eyes opened suddenly, and the four looked at each other, Gu Xincheng almost had the illusion that everything about him was seen through.

"Lord Gu." Fuhe felt his voice was uncomfortably hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth, but he still pulled the corners of his lips, "What a coincidence, I see you again."

"I also feel lucky." Gu Xincheng responded inexplicably, then turned and sat down at the table.

Fu He seemed to have just realized something, his eyes moved slowly, he glanced at the surrounding decorations, twisted his body, the cotton yarn under his body was soft to the touch, and finally couldn't help sighing: "Ah, my lord, your family is really rich."

Look at the brocade silk as smooth as flowing water, as well as the various antique porcelain ornaments on the inner walls and hanging cabinets.I don't know what kind of incense was burned in the room, it soothes the nerves and nourishes the spirit, and it is so fragrant that it exudes a precious atmosphere.This is not the standard configuration of "Humble House", it is too modest.

Gu Xincheng knew that Duan Fuhe was able to bend and stretch, but he didn't know that he had also learned to flatter and flatter. He took a teacup and poured water, and said slowly: "Test the honesty first, because my grandfather's family is the richest in the world. There is a folk saying, 'Pingji Taoji All the money was spent to lure Huazhang into the imperial pavilion', which is the story of my grandfather marrying a daughter into the royal family."

"Ting" is the same as "Ting", which avoids the name taboo of Queen Ji, Ji Shuting.Such a common saying is not widely spread, because what it implies is out of sight, and it is disrespectful.

But Gu Xincheng said it himself as if he didn't realize it.

Fuhe thought to himself: It's not that I want to gossip because you expose yourself.

The doctor waited for Gu Xincheng to drink his tea before coming in. He was busy checking for a while, and finally returned to his life respectfully, saying that the follow-up will be well taken care of and there will be no serious problems.

Fu He also felt quite comfortable, the medicine for golden sores from Gu Mansion was refreshing and cooling, and his whole body felt much more relaxed.

"It's these scars, if they are not treated carefully, they will definitely stay." The doctor said.

"Then keep it." Fuhe didn't care, "I'm a man, so I don't care about leaving scars."

After the doctor resigned, Gu Xincheng told about the medicine man: "Looking at it now, the life-prolonging medicine is really effective. The Yuheng clan has disappeared from the world, and there are few records in the files of unofficial history. The world does not know that there is such a secret hidden in it. "

"As the name suggests, life-prolonging medicine can strengthen the body and prolong life. It is not a god, so it is quite wonderful."

"It's a crime to be pregnant." Fuhe moved his arms, "The world is eager for the law of eternal life, and they are keen to kill them all, otherwise I will not be the only one left in the clan." Forgive him for not mentioning the heroine's adoptive father Count it in.

Gu Xincheng's eyes shifted to the void, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and he kept the words "the crime of being pregnant" in his mouth.

Fuhe glanced at the fingers on his left hand that were clamped and fixed by a small wooden board, and thought: "Thank you Mrs. Gu for taking care of me, without you, I don't know which corner of the mass grave I would be buried in now. Countless evil spirits and evil spirits robbed the territory together. I will never forget this kindness."

Unforgettable, but not necessarily reported.

Still familiar with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, Gu Xincheng raised his eyebrows, waiting for his follow-up.

Sure enough, the young man was worried, and said hesitantly: "It's just that my identity is here. Your lord should send me back to prison. My lord is kind enough to save me, but I can't implicate you."

Gu Xincheng said lightly: "I have obeyed the orders of the Holy Majesty, so I can do things cheaply."

He glanced at the sash that almost covered the young man's body: "Mr. Duan, take good care of yourself, half of your life has already been saved."

Gu Xincheng changed a cup and added new tea, but he didn't drink it, he just went out and called his servant over, and said: "Always keep hot water, be careful."

When there was finally no one in the room, Fu He knocked on the system, overjoyed: "Although I am unconscious, I heard that the points have arrived!" induction.

The emperor must have known the result of the medicine man's trial of the medicine. Although he scorned the imperial power, the emperor was still the biggest.As long as the person who can really control his destiny shows his attitude, the progress of the mission will definitely change qualitatively.

System: "Well, yes." Extremely perfunctory and brief.

Fuhe didn't care, and let him directly open the permission to view the mall independently.

"Wow~" The balance has returned to three digits, even if the hundreds digit is the smallest number, he is very happy.

With the points in hand, he has confidence.

Fohe browsed with relish a few new products on the shelves in the mall.Because it is the ancient world, the icons of many commodities have turned into gray, so there are still many kinds of mission props that are dazzling.

It's just that those that are of great use cannot be afforded.Not even a fraction was enough.

"Do you want more pancakes?" The system suddenly said, it must have seen the food information that the purchase record is enough to refresh the screen.

Fowler found that the system sometimes had a mocking buff.

He refused: "No need. You won't be hungry in Gu's Mansion. Also, turn off your countdown function and turn on the event reminder. Um... remember to remind me when it's season time or some holiday."

It wasn't until the maidservant of the Gu Mansion brought hot tea and light and delicious soup and rice to Fuhe that the system found the mechanical voice it questioned: "Are you on a mission, what competition are you participating in?"

Fuhe had an expression of "you don't know now": "There is no conflict between performing tasks and participating in competitions in the small world. Learning time management well, as a system, can also make extra money."

"...How to earn?" The system hesitated for a meal, and finally asked.

That's how the conversation started.

Fuhe looked like someone who came here: "My last assistant was enlightened much earlier than you. As the old saying goes, as long as you cooperate well and achieve a win-win situation, you will be worth a lot. When the time comes, I will take you." As for the specific value , he reported a vague astonishing data.

If there were pupils, the system must have shrunk to a small dot now: "So many!?"

The indifferent mechanical voice was all cut off.

"Ang." Fuhe answered it, and weakly called a small maid, "Girl, can you help me get some pens, ink, paper and inkstone?"

The system seemed to be unbelievable. After leaving for a long time, his tone changed when he came back: "Before account 010 was cleared, it was... 431508364 points." There should be this person's name on the alliance rich list.

What a nostalgic wealth, Fuhe sighed softly: "Yes. It's not just the harvest I got from doing tasks in countless small worlds these years." After a pause, "Oh, right, after leaving the cannon fodder project, there will Give it back to me?"

System: "Yes. It will be unfrozen after the task is over." It seemed to think for a long time, and finally said, "I will notify you if there is an event."

Fuhe smiled, thanked the system and the maid who brought him a bunch of things, and said in a personable manner, "I'm sorry."

The maid left with a reddish face, while the system remained silent, not knowing what to do.

Fuhe touched his skin, guessing that the cannon fodder's appearance might be okay, took a breath, got out of bed with weak legs and feet, supported the table and continued to grind ink with his good right hand.

While working hard, she thought, this girl in Gu's house is not proficient in business, hasn't she ever served her master to write?

He was sweating so much that he couldn't afford to hurt his hand.

Gu Xincheng had just entered the cabinet, young and inexperienced, so in order to gain a foothold as soon as possible, he had to work diligently.Because of this, except for the days of taking a bath, he spends most of the time in the pavilion to deal with various affairs.He is humble and courteous, has a certain amount of advance and retreat, and is extremely intelligent. Most of the elders in the pavilion are old with the former Zaifu, and they are willing to give advice.

The emperor also valued him, and many trivial matters in the former court and the harem were safely entrusted to him to deal with.

As soon as the effect of the life-prolonging medicine came out, Emperor Fanxing simply retweeted all other chores on Gu Xincheng.

His face was flushed with excitement, and the dragon chair felt as if his ass was being scalded. He hurriedly stood up and slapped his palms on the table: "I want to see those medicine men... No, I want to see the process of testing the medicine myself." .”

"Xincheng, it's not that I don't believe you, but I want to confirm it myself. Didn't we prepare a total of ten medicine men?" Emperor Fan Xing thought for a moment, then smiled, "There are eight more, two with their hands cut off, and two with their hands chopped off." Remove the legs, make them half dead, and then try the medicine. For the rest, feed them with different poisonous medicines. I want to get an answer to this matter as soon as possible." It can be said that life and death are decided.

Gu Xincheng's eyebrows twitched, but his expression remained calm: "Observe the order."

As soon as Fuhe painted half of the paper, he was stopped by the doctor and poured another bowl of blood.

Now I can't hold the pen at all, so I can only lie down in peace.

"What did you write?" Gu Xincheng was disturbed, and walked in front of Fuhe's house without paying attention.

Duan Fuhe's face was pale, "My lord, you can see for yourself."

Of course Gu Xincheng knew that he had lost blood just now, so he didn't ask him to talk too much. After quietly observing the content on the paper, he left without saying a word for a long time.

When Fu Wo was about to fall asleep, the system suddenly said: "You have quite a lot of skills." Although he is a salty fish, his professional ability is really worth mentioning.

Almost among the hosts it has brought, the person who enters the role and jumps out of the role is the fastest.Even if the empty number is repeated, it can be done with ease.

Fuhe said lazily, "I have poured my blood into the alliance for more than ten years. The flow of time in each world is different. Excluding vacations, I have handled hundreds of worlds, big and small. There is no one skill. You can check it out and I will get it." The medals are covered all over the screen."

Not only medals, but also comments.

The system is embarrassed to read.

What almost never touches the boundaries of OOC in front of the local characters in the small world, and what has always been an extremely insignificant role can become an indispensable cornerstone of the integrity of the plot.

It's nasty enough, and I don't know which reviewer wrote it.

As if he knew what the system was thinking, Fuhe smiled: "It's my former boss, and he has a lot to say."

It has been a long time since Gu Xincheng had such a restless feeling. It was just a piece of incomplete calligraphy and painting with nothing to say, which made him fall into dreams repeatedly at night.

He couldn't tell the difference between reality and reality. After leaving the dream, he was still sweating and palpitations.

Early the next morning, Gu Xincheng rushed into Fuhe's room and asked without regard for etiquette: "What are you doing in the painting..."

He didn't finish a sentence, because Fuhe, who was half dead, was almost going to be cold again.

What the doctor said "no serious problem" was just a superficial appearance to calm the patient's heart, but when he met Gu Xincheng in private, he confessed everything: "Mr. It's not a loss of lifespan, but life is lost at any time."

And Fuhe, who was dragged out of the ghost gate again by all means, said this: "I want the horse not to eat grass, and I want the horse to run fast."

There was no sadness or despair in his expression, but the old god was there.

Gu Xincheng's hand holding the drawing paper tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again.

I get it, this is a clever, cunning little Yaoyin who can play tricks.