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Chapter 291 Medication of Concubine Mei ([-])
Looking up, the four eyes met.

With one voice: "It's you again?"

Xueying quickly turned her eyes away and was busy researching the Queen Mother's medicine.

The person who came was even more proud, and walked directly in front of the black-haired and silver-bearded old man and said, "Master, I want to make black-bone chicken soup for Empress Mei Fei, so I'm here to get a polar snow ginseng."

Hearing this, Cang Zhe said: "Please wait a moment."

Turning to the boy in brown clothes, he said, "Mu Lan, go get a special snow ginseng."

"Yes, Master." The brown-clothed boy turned around and went to the inner room.

After a while, he came out with a brocade box.

Open it, and there is something wrapped in a piece of golden satin.

Open the silk and satin, and the whole body of white ginseng lies quietly inside.

"Miss Zhiyu, please take it well." Cang Zhe said.

But the maidservant in orange clothes smiled slightly and said, "It's up to you, Master Lao Cang."

After all, leave lightly.

Looking at the leaving figure, Xueying stuck out her pink tongue and made a grimace: "He has a fierce face, and he is not a good person at first glance. Hmph!"

But this scene was witnessed by the master and apprentice.

Cang Zhe shook his head with a loving expression and smiled lowly, while Mu Lan tightly locked the snowy white with an expression of admiration.

Turning around, Xue Ying came to Cang Zhe's side, and continued to watch him busy with the Queen Mother's dispensing and refining.

"Master, I have only been on leave for two days, and you have come up with such a good prescription."

Blinking her big eyes, pouted her small mouth, Xueying said coquettishly, "Could it be that Xue'er is not here, but Master's thinking is more agile?"

Hearing this, Cang Zhe laughed loudly: "With Xueer here, I don't have to think so much. Without Xueer, of course I think about it myself!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the Scrophulariaceae on the side and cut it into slices.

Grind it into powder, and put it into a small porcelain bowl beside it.

In a blink of an eye, it was already noon.

A little boy poked his head in from outside the door: "Master, it's time to prepare dinner."

"Understood." The old man with black hair and silver beard carefully put the pills at hand into the plate one by one, and covered the unfinished pills together with the small bowl under a piece of moist gauze.

Standing up, looking at Xueying and Mu Lan, he said: "Prepare for dinner, it will be finished in the afternoon."

(End of this chapter)