The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 5:

After closing the door of the hall, the room was not ventilated, and the bitter and choking smell of the precious medicinal materials in the room diffused.

Ji Zheng sniffed, but felt familiar and nostalgic. He was surrounded by this kind of traditional Chinese medicine in the last days of his life before transmigrating the book. Of course, the medicine could not be so precious, and he just relied on ordinary earthwork to hang his life for a few more days.

The tiger whip wine sent by General Xuan, an unknown object soaked in the dim liquid, and a bottle of cold red deer blood next to the deer antler in the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion... Ji Zheng couldn't stand it anymore after a glance, and quickly buckled it. box cover.

Within a few days of wearing a book, he achieved the achievement that the whole world considers to be addicted to beauty and incompetent of the kidneys.

Ji Zheng sighed, he really went further and further on the road of shaping the tyrant.

He picked up Yanfudan again and stared at it for a while. Looking around and seeing no one, Ji Zheng decisively took out a pill and placed it on the tip of his tongue.

is sweet! The coat of this medicine is really sweet.

Ji Zheng was almost moved to tears. Ever since the book was written, in order to imitate the original owner, even the taste had to be spicy and salty. He drank an extra sip of the sweet ice-sugar pear soup one day, and he immediately received attention from all over the place, and the palace people were both shocked and curious.

From then on, Ji Zheng never dared to touch sweets again.

Today's Yanyang Pill, Ji Zheng couldn't help licking it again, and carefully kept the rest close to his body. He only took his coat and didn't swallow it, so it probably wouldn't have any medicinal properties.

There is also an exquisite sandalwood small box, hidden among the big men, and it is extremely inconspicuous.

Ji Zheng opened it curiously, and immediately revealed a golden brocade scroll, which was only about two meters wide. On top of the brocade scroll, sharp and beautiful teeny small letters were densely packed, and half of the meditation sutra was folded.

At the end, he also attached a piece of paper and warned: "Wang Sheng Shang meditates on self-cultivation, devoutly copy the scriptures and worship the Buddha, then the long-term entanglement of the disease will be eliminated."

At the bottom of the small box is another blank brocade and ink with a unique smell, which can be regarded as a gift from Lingcang Temple to the emperor who cares about kidney deficiency.

Lingcang Temple is a royal temple, at this point it is the handwriting of the first eminent monk Xuanqian.

Xuan Qian, the spiritual mentor of Ming Ciyue, went to the temple every time he went on expeditions and triumphantly went to the temple to sit in front of him, but he was also the most serious villain who fell in love and could not be blackened in the later period.

Even if this person didn't mention it, he could still hide as far as he could. Ji Zheng recalled his terrifying scenes in the original book, and immediately folded his hands and bowed to the brocade box, and threw it far away into the depths of the cabinet.

"Your Highness?" Li Ruhai felt that it was almost time, leaned into the crack of the door and whispered, "Young Master Gu asked me to tell you that I want to see you, that you haven't held a scripture banquet for a long time, and he is very concerned. miss..."

"Little son, what little son!" Ji Zheng snapped, "I am sick and no one sees me!"

Isn't the sage willing to drink and enjoy paintings with Young Master Gu when he is free all the time? What's the matter?