Chapter 207 Just tell me how much it is worth

"Didn't you send money? Why did you improve the product?"

Looking at the pile of brocade boxes brought in by Sui Mo and Mo San, Qin Zhaoyue couldn't help but ask.

"The Prime Minister's wife gave it to him. She said it was to repay His Highness for saving Master Pei's life."

Qin Zhaoyue raised her eyebrows slightly. There was such a good thing.

As the saying goes, do good things and don’t worry about the future. Look, it’s not in vain to save you!

Seeing her beaming with joy, Sui Mo stroked his forehead.

With Her Highness's intelligence, Sui Mo didn't believe that she didn't understand the implied meaning, but just didn't care.

"Take it out and see how much the life of the prime minister's eldest son is worth."

There are five brocade boxes in total, all filled with old medicinal materials.

He had never opened Sui Mo before, and this was the first time he saw it, so he subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Mo Twelve on the side took a step forward and observed the medicinal herbs closely.

"Don't just stand there, tell me how much it's worth."

Mo Twelve has the most say in this matter, after all, medicine and poison are inseparable.

She first pointed to three of the brocade boxes in turn and said, “These three are all over a hundred years old and in excellent condition.

According to the market price, it's basically around 2,000 taels per plant, but this thing is very rare and almost out of circulation."

Qin Zhaoyue nodded. The more precious something is, the higher the premium it has.

Medicinal materials of this age are our heritage, and selling them would be a waste of resources.

"As for the remaining two... they should be over five hundred years old."

Qin Zhaoyue was shocked. What a grand gesture.

"I recognize this one. It must be the King Ginseng. What about the other one?"

Mo Twelve couldn't help swallowing his saliva, "Selaginella, also known as the grass of nine deaths.

Legend has it that as long as one is still alive, one can delay the disease and buy time for treatment.

In addition, it is said to help those in the fourth level to break through to the Divine Martial Realm."

Everyone's attention was focused on Sui Mo. After all, the Divine Martial Realm was still too far away from the Mo Group.

The knowledge of a captain of the Qingluan Guard is different from that of ordinary guards.

Even Mo Twelve, who was well versed in pharmacology, had never seen such a precious medicine.

Sui Mo nodded, "That's what I said."

Wow! Qin Zhaoyue's eyes lit up.

"How much is this medicine worth?"

Sui Mo looked at his master's worthless appearance and sighed.

"It has no price and no market, so Your Highness, don't even think about selling it.

When I make new achievements, I may ask Your Majesty for a prescription.

Or provide medicinal materials and let the pharmacists of Xuanji Guard refine pills, which may help to break through to the Divine Martial Realm."

Qin Zhaoyue thought that it was unnecessary, but she couldn't tell anyone about this.

In any case, it is definitely not cheap, and releasing it will inevitably trigger a scramble among the military families.

Or... ask Meng Jian? His family is sure they can eat it.

Qin Zhaoyue was in a good mood. "Quick, let's see what's left."

In addition to the five brocade boxes, there are also two scrolls.

I carefully opened the first one and found it was a secondary character.

Qin Zhaoyue is an expert in this field. He doesn't even look at the content, but directly looks at the signature.

"Zaizhi? Who is Zaizhi? Is he famous?"

Broken Ink: ...

Mo Group: ...

Everyone looked strange. His Highness really didn't care about the court and didn't even know this.

"Stop staring at each other and talk!"

"Your Highness, Zaizhi is Prime Minister Pei's courtesy name."

Hmm...it's indeed a little inappropriate.

Skipping the awkward little topic, Qin Zhaoyue went straight to the heart, "Is it worth money?"

"How should I put it..." Sui Mo thought for a moment and organized his words.

“Prime Minister Pei’s calligraphy is naturally good, but it’s not the best of all time.

Normally, the calligraphy value of this piece of calligraphy is only about a hundred taels, or at most a thousand taels.

But he is Prime Minister Pei, the only Prime Minister who has been in charge of Fenggetai for fourteen years during the Taiwei era..."

Qin Zhaoyue understood it at that moment.

If someone wants to ask Old Man Pei to do something, or if his disciples want to flatter him, the value of this calligraphy is hard to say.

"The fifth floor of the Rare Treasure Pavilion is not full of treasures yet, so hang them there.

When the time comes, we can take advantage of the popularity of the imperial examination and promote it well, and it will definitely sell for a good price."

There was only one scroll left, and everyone's curiosity was piqued.

Slowly unrolling the scroll, he saw it was a painting.

A horse was tied to a wooden stake, its mane flying, its nostrils flaring, its eyes looking around, and it neighing with its head raised.

In terms of appearance, the four hooves are raised, as if trying to break free from the restraints.

Qin Zhaoyue didn't know how to appreciate art, but this painting was done with simple brushwork and thin, powerful lines, so it looked like it was no ordinary piece.

According to the rules, after taking a glance at the work, one should immediately look at the signature.

No signature, only a seal.

Qin Zhaoyue looked carefully but didn't recognize a single word.

"Divine Horse Picture!"

At this moment, Mo Wu stood out from the crowd and stared at the painting in a daze.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, but still did not dare to touch.

"Don't just stand there, tell me about this picture."

Mo Wu finally came back to his senses, not even looking at Qin Zhaoyue, his eyes fixed on the painting.

“Your Highness, please look, although it is tied to a wooden stake, it is an unruly and fierce horse.

Round and bright eyes, a neighing and howling demeanor, a high-raised butt, exaggeratedly expanded nostrils, and even a mane that stands upright when angry..."

Mo Wu, who usually can't say a word for a long time, can talk endlessly about paintings.

At first glance, Qin Zhaoyue felt that the Ma in the painting was handsome and had a good intuition, but he couldn't describe what was so good about it.

After Mo Wu's explanation, I also figured out some of the tricks.

It was indeed a wild horse, and its entire body seemed to radiate infinite power.

Although tied up, it feels like running in the vast sky, giving people a feeling:

It will not accept things passively or take things as they come.

Mo Wu kept explaining for a while, and when he came to his senses, he found that the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Looking back, she found that everyone's eyes were focused on her, and she became at a loss for a moment.

Qin Zhaoyue whistled and spoke with interest.

"I can't tell, you're actually an artistic kid."

Hearing the teasing tone of His Highness and the surprised looks of his colleagues around him, Mo Wu's face suddenly turned red.

Qi Qi Ai Ai couldn't utter a word and returned to her usual self.

Qin Zhaoyue didn't find it strange at all. After all, they were just human beings, so what was the big deal?

Social phobia is not the same in all circumstances.

It is not uncommon for people to be able to talk freely when they are with people they are very familiar with, or when they are touching upon areas they are very proficient in.

"So, whose painting is this, and is it valuable?"

This time, everyone's attention was focused on Qin Zhaoyue again.

Sui Mo looked strange.

Not knowing Pei Xiang's courtesy name was already outrageous enough, but after listening to Mo Wu's detailed explanation, he could still ask this question.

She even suspected that His Highness had learned something from the Master in the palace. He was a bit like the rumors outside that he was unlearned and unskilled...

"It was created by a brilliant painter from a hundred years ago, Lu Tingzhou."

Qin Zhaoyue nodded, "I see."

She turned to look at Suimo, "Who?"