eurekapd Chapter 310 What the hell is "Master Father"?
Chapter 310 What the hell is "Master Father"?
Chapter 310 What the hell is Master?
"Are you hungry?"
Puyangxuan handed Yang Jianwu an oil paper package containing hot shumai.
"This is something I just learned; my master said it came from the Cloud Kingdom. Why don't you try it and see what you think?"
“I like anything Ah Xuan makes.”
Yang Jianwu picked up a shumai, twirled it in her hand, and found it soft, fragrant, and crystal clear.
"They're beautifully wrapped, with thin skin and generous filling."
It's oily but not greasy, with lots of meat, so eating it will definitely be a calorie bomb.
Rome wasn't built in a day, but gaining three pounds is not difficult at all.
"Delicious, it brings me a sense of happiness."
"If Sword Dance enjoys it, then it's worth it!"
Puyang Xuan abandoned his previous aloofness, his face now revealing undisguised smugness.
If it had a tail, it would be wagging its tail high in the sky.
Yang Jianwu was secretly pleased; Ah Xuan was so easy to please.
Flattery brings happiness.
"By the way, Sword Dance, your little apprentice came to the capital today, and I left him at Flower Water Moon Pavilion."
"My little apprentice?!"
Oh, right, last time at the Medicine King's Hall, I took the old medicine master's son as my disciple. Before leaving, I gave him two copies of books to study on his own. I wonder how well he's doing.
"It's Changqing! Could something have happened at the Medicine King's Palace?"
"He didn't say, probably because he's wary of me."
"To protect against you? Probably not."
"My communications with the Medicine King's Palace are mostly handled by the Great Jin Dynasty. His personal visit must mean there's something he can't say openly."
"Dajin?"
Puyang Xuan had never seen Da Jin before, and unconsciously imagined that Xiao Jin was a small yellow snake. Could it be...?
"Is Da Jin a big yellow snake?"
Yang Jianwu was glad she hadn't drunk any water, otherwise she would have spat it out.
"Who told you that?"
"Um... just guessing..."
"Da Jin is a stupid eagle."
Xiaobai and Haidongqing are both excellent at finding their way, and even the newly trained Yingbao is fantastic.
Only Da Jin wasted his raptor-like talents.
It's estimated that before hatching, a piece of its hippocampus was stolen and eaten. If it goes anywhere else, it'll be completely disoriented.
It's a pity to throw it away, but it's infuriating to use it.
It can only be used to deliver the letters between itself and the Medicine King's Palace.
Hua Shui Yue Fang Private Room.
Yang Jianwu ordered a banquet to welcome Chang Qing.
Puyang Xuan had a cold face from the moment he entered the private room, and he certainly wouldn't give a nice look to the "beautiful women" around Jianwu.
“Little Master, since the Medicine King Hall started selling magic pots and medicinal tea, its income has quadrupled.”
Chang Qing raised his wine cup to Yang Jianwu, saying, "My father said that the Medicine King Hall is what it is today thanks to my little master. Chang Qing toasts my little master!"
"Sure, sure, come on, cheers."
Yang Jianwu was smiling as she picked up her cup, ready to drink, when a hand covered the rim of the cup.
Puyang Xuan waved behind him, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Sword Dance, Brother Ye said you have a bad drinking habit, you get drunk after one cup, so let's have tea instead of wine."
Hibiscus served a cup of fragrant tea that had been prepared beforehand, and quietly withdrew.
Her mistress is the young lady, and Young Master Xuan is her son-in-law.
When the young lady and the son-in-law disagree, the young lady must be listened to.
If it's for the sake of the young lady, it's not wrong to occasionally listen to the son-in-law.
"Hibiscus, you've betrayed us!"
Yang Jianwu pouted, gulped down a large mouthful of tea, and then pretended to grit her teeth in hatred at Puyang Xuan.
"When did you and Mo Ye become so close that you're practically inseparable?"
Yang Jianwu rarely showed her facial expressions, and Puyang Xuan couldn't help but chuckle, finding her incredibly cute and lively.
"I'm willing to learn about anything related to you."
If it's for your own good, even an enemy can become a friend!
Yang Jianwu sighed helplessly, "What people call 'for your own good' is more about satisfying their own desire for control."
Puyang Xuan pointed three fingers to the sky and swore, "I absolutely did not!"
“Little Master, your friend seems to be meddling a bit too much.”
Changqing held his cup and drank alone, unable to stand his master, this so-called friend.
Before Puyang Xuan could change his expression, Yang Jianwu seized the opportunity to explain, "He is your master's father."
Chang Qing: "Master??"
What the hell is "Master Father"?
Pu Yangxuan's mouth reacted faster than his brain: "Eh!"
Chang Qing stood up and bowed, "So you are my grandmaster. Please accept my bow."
"My dear junior disciple, please take a seat."
As long as you don't have any designs on sword dance, Puyang Xuan will welcome you with a smile.
Yang Jianwu couldn't drink alcohol, so she watched as Puyang Xuan and Chang Qing toasted each other.
Ever since Changqing started using the term "Master," he felt the room had become warmer, his mood had improved, and it was easier for him to say it.
"By the way, young master, there is another matter that Changqing has come to report to you."
"what's up?"
Chang Qing glanced at Pu Yangxuan. Although the two had become familiar with each other, they were unaware of the importance of their master in their young master's heart.
If there are things you don't want your master to know, you might cause trouble.
Yang Jianwu understood. "We're all on the same side, so feel free to speak."
"Last month, all the antidote pills in the pharmacies under the Medicine King Palace were bought up, and a deposit was paid in advance for this month."
The shops had no stock, and my father, fearing it was a premeditated scheme, insisted that I convey this message.
"They've all been bought?"
"Correct!"
The price of one antidote pill is two hundred taels of silver. Only two pills are sold each month. His Highness the Medicine King has many pharmacies, but the antidote pill is only sold at the largest branch in each town.
They bought up all the antidote pills at once; they're incredibly wealthy. Just sending people to collect them from various places must have cost a fortune.
"Changqing, tell the old pharmacist that the price of the antidote pill has been increased, and it will be set at three hundred taels per pill."
"If the price is set at three hundred taels, will they not buy it?"
Yang Jianwu shook her head, "How would I know? I'll just take it one step at a time."
If they accept all three hundred taels, it's either because there are too many poisoned people, or they intend to poison people.
The current business of the Shamen is mainly based on buying and selling information. Puyangxuan has not received any news of a large number of people being poisoned, which is the latter possibility.
Who will be poisoned?
Yang Jianwu shrugged. "It's nothing more than money and power."
Chang Qing said, "According to the head office manager, the buyer's accent sounded like that of someone from the south."
"A Southerner? South of the South is the Southern Yue..."
"hiss--"
Chang Qing gasped, "Little Master, you mean the people of Nanyue are behind this!"
"I didn't say that!"
"But you just now..."
"Shh-"
Yang Jianwu put her index finger to her lips, "I only said that going south to the south is Nan Yue, the rest is up to you to guess."
"What the young master says is true. So, will we still sell them the antidote pills this month?"
"Sell it! Of course we'll sell it!"
They also spread the word that medicinal herbs were in short supply during the winter, and the herbs used to make detoxification pills were especially sought after.
The Medicine King Hall contacted medicinal herb merchants throughout the country to ensure the quality and quantity of pre-sale orders were fulfilled.
Changqing said, "Then let's buy it for three hundred taels. Things are valued for their scarcity, and it's understandable to raise prices when medicinal materials are in short supply."
"Yes, it's three hundred taels, but..."
Yang Jianwu's lips curled up, her smile dazzling and captivating, and her calculating tone unconsciously drew out the last syllable.
"It's three hundred taels of gold!"
If you don’t make money, you’re a bastard!
There's no reason to drive away someone who's eager to give you money.
Chang Qing swallowed hard. This little master is really daring.