Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 64
However, although Satin Qing stayed by Fan Qingtian's side because of his interests, he was even more loyal to Fan Qingtian, at least Satin Qing had no intention of killing Fan Qingtian.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Fan Qingtian nodded and said, "Bring his letter."

"I'll get it now, old slave." Bu Hai retreated with a smile all over his face.

Among the princes in the palace, only Duanqing satisfied him the most. The other princes either made their own gestures, or were afraid that the king would die, and only Duanqing was the most active. Although there were other interests mixed in, at least He also cared about the king.

Hmph, those people, the king asked them to serve them because of the blessings they accumulated in the previous life, they really don't know what is good and what is bad.

After Bu Hai left, Fan Qingtian wrote a prescription for Zuo Zhujin with a pen, then wrote a letter with a pen, put the pen down, Fan Qingtian dried the ink and put the letter in an envelope Among them, just after finishing these, Bu Hai came back with a stack of envelopes in his hand.

Seeing so many letters, but still a thick one, Fan Qingtian frowned.

"Your Majesty, let this old slave read it to you?" Bu Hai asked as he put the letter in front of Fan Qingtian's desk.

Rejecting Buhai's intention, Fan Qingtian handed the prescription and letter on the table to Buhai's hand and said, "You arrange to remove Zuo Zhujin from the cell, arrange a place for him, and send someone to take care of him." Take good care of him, this prescription will be fetched and given to him, I don't want to see him die."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's words, although Buhai wished to hurt Fan Qingtian's Zuo Zhujin and die, but Fan Qingtian ordered it like this, and Buhai could only follow Fan Qingtian's wishes to take good care of Zuo Zhujin. wolf cub.

Before Buhai could speak, Fan Qingtian continued, "Take this letter to Ouyang Muyue and ask him to present it to the king of Tu Kingdom."

Looking at the letter in his hand, Bu Hai said in surprise, "Your Majesty wants to let Ouyang Muyue go, this..."

Knowing what Buhai was worried about, Fan Qingtian smiled and said, "Since I can defeat Tu Country once, I can naturally defeat Tu Country a second time. As long as the people of Tu Country are not afraid of death, just come."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's domineering and confident words, Bu Hai felt relieved, and said with a smile, "This old servant knows that the king is very powerful, that is, what is that earth country, if you are not afraid of death, just come, hehe, don't worry, old man. Slave will go down and make arrangements."

Said that Bu Hai was about to retreat, Fan Qingtian suddenly thought of something, and immediately called Bu Haidao, "Wait."

"Does your Majesty have any orders?" Bu Hai stopped and asked with a smile.

"By the way, is there an alchemy furnace here?" Fan Qingtian asked lightly.

Hearing the alchemy furnace, Bu Hai was startled, not understanding what Fan Qingtian wanted the alchemy furnace for.

The alchemy furnace is used by alchemists, and there are very few alchemists. Generally, this alchemy furnace is not for sale, and it is specially built by a refiner. Even if a refiner is invited to build an alchemy furnace, it will cost a few dollars. In a month's time, it is very difficult to find a cauldron alchemy furnace in Mu Country.

"Your Majesty, this alchemy furnace is very rare, but if the King wants an alchemy furnace, the old slave will definitely find it for the King."

Buhai's face showed embarrassment, Fan Qingtian saw it in his eyes and knew in his heart that a country like their wooden country should have no alchemists, so it is normal to have no alchemy furnace, but she would be very good if she was asked to forge the alchemy furnace The material to build the best.

And the current financial resources of the Mu Kingdom do not allow her to squander at will, Fan Qingtian said calmly, "Do you know where there is an alchemy furnace?"

"In Lingjiang City, there is a place called Qianji Pavilion. It is a relatively mysterious organization. It is a place where mutual transactions, pawns, and information are sold. The old slave thinks that there should be an alchemy furnace there. As long as the king needs it, the old slave I will definitely bring the things back to the king." Bu Hai calmed down and smiled softly.

Knowing Buhai's loyalty, Fan Qingtian also heard that the Qianji Pavilion that Buhai said should be difficult to deal with. After thinking about it, Fan Qingtian decided to go there in person.

Fan Qingtian picked up a pen, wrote on the rice paper again, and handed it to Bu Haidao, "I'll go to Qianji Pavilion myself, and you can find these herbs for me."

"Here, Your Majesty, let the old slave go." Bu Hai was very worried about Fan Qingtian going to Qianji Pavilion.

Although Qianji Pavilion is a place where you and I are willing to trade business, it is also a very dangerous place. The trading rules there are extremely domineering. If they have what you want, they must be satisfied with what you exchange. If they are not satisfied with the things they take out for the second time, not only will you not get the things, but you will also lose your life.

But the good things of Qianji Pavilion and news of sales are very precious. Many people are willing to take risks and trade with Qianji Pavilion to get what they need.

"Eunuch Hai still doesn't believe in what I can do?" Fan Qingtian asked with a smile.

"I don't dare." Bu Hai replied anxiously with his head down when he heard the words.

Looking at Bu Hai's nervous look, Fan Qingtian smiled and said, "Just help me find all the medicinal materials, let's go down."

Knowing more about what Fan Qingtian has already made a decision will not change, and Buhai has no choice but to do well what Fan Qingtian explained to reassure the king.

"Yes, I'll do it right now, old slave." After speaking, Bu Hai retreated.

After Bu Hai left, Fan Qingtian conveniently opened a letter written by Du Qing, glanced at the contents of the letter with indifferent eyes, Fan Qingtian couldn't help but feel goosebumps rising.

"Wang, the ancients said that if you don't see each other for a day, it's like three autumns, but if you don't see Wang for a day, it's as long as a lifetime. Wang, you've been away for three days. I think it's been three lifetimes. Duanqing misses you so much. You can think of satin light.

Wang, Duanqing recently studied a special posture and wanted to explore it with Wang. Unfortunately, the king is no longer by Satinqing's side. Satinqing looks forward to the stars and the moon every day. I hope the king will come back soon. Don't let Sainqing wait. My head is gray and gray.

My lord, don't pick the wild flowers on the side of the road, they are poisonous. Although you can't take care of the king's affairs, you are also thinking about your majesty. My lord, don't forget about me, you have to always Thinking about Duanqing, otherwise Duanqing will be very sad, Wang, I love you..."

Finally, after rambling a lot of words, the content of the letter came to the point, but it was all about Duan Qing's appeal for someone else's position, or for himself, or to sue Ye Gulan and Du Xiangxiu.

Slightly frowning, Fan Qingtian roughly finished scanning the contents, and after opening a few letters, they were all disgusting words at the beginning, and then there were still those useless complaints and the like.

Fan Qingtian was not in the mood to read the remaining letters that he hadn't read. He closed his eyes and was about to think about how to deal with these people after returning to the palace. At this moment, the door was knocked, and Mo Fengyan's voice came softly. Said, "Your Majesty, it's time to take a bath."

(End of this chapter)