Xiao Cunyu also knew that what he said might not be credible.
He casually asked the prince to change the spices, which seemed a bit puzzling, so he smiled and said, "Perhaps the spices are not mixed with bad things. You can use them as you like. There are so many doctors in the palace, they will definitely be able to save you in time."
Zhou Jingmao wanted to cover Xiao Cunyu's mouth.
Is there anyone who talks like that?!
"Thank you for your kindness. It's enough to trouble you, Mr. Qi. There's no need to send the imperial physician for another trip." Ying Huaiji was used to her disrespectful attitude. "What kind of fragrance do you use on your body, Mr. Qi? It smells nice. If you have any extra, why not give me some?"
"The fragrance on your clothes today is that of a guiding incense, which is not suitable for you." Xiao Cunyu replied.
The name doesn't seem very auspicious.
But it's very curious.
"You are so young but you seem to know a lot about spices. You must have been taught by a master. I wonder who your master is, Mr. Qilang?" Ying Huaiji felt more and more that Xiao Cunyu was not an ordinary person.
If he was really a dandy boy like Zhou Jingmao, he wouldn't be so calm and collected when he saw him.
Even though her words were a bit arrogant and rude, she was very methodical in her actions. She didn't spend money lavishly, nor did she act in an obsessed and muddle-headed manner. Instead, she had a bit of the unrestrained style of a hermit, which was quite rare.
"This... I need to think about it..." Xiao Cunyu tapped his head. After a moment, he hesitated and said, "Maybe he learned it from that debtor puppet?"
It should be.
She has met too many people and even more souls.
There were also some ghosts of masters who had no descendants. Seeing that her eyes were special, they insisted on pestering her and telling her all kinds of nonsense.
She also learned about incense, but at first there were only three types of incense that could be used to collect souls: guiding incense, longevity incense, and gathering incense.
The other incense recipes were probably instilled by some old ghosts.
Ying Huaiji was stunned for a moment, thinking that she didn't want to say it.
He was not angry. After all, such unique abilities were rare. Perhaps Xiao Cunyu's master had other requirements.
Ying Huaiji often used spices supplied by the palace. He didn't like things with strong smells, but he had trouble sleeping at night, so he had to use these calming things.
"A great scholar will be coming to the temple in the next few days. If you two are interested, you can go and pay him a visit. If you can get some guidance from the great scholar, even your reputation will be much better." After Ying Huaiji finished speaking, the figure floated down from the top of the wall in a very elegant manner.
Xiao Cunyu looked at the figure without a leaf on him and frowned slightly.
Something is wrong.
The prince's movements are too light. He doesn't look like a seriously ill person with a weak body. Instead, he looks like a martial arts master?
But... it seems impossible.
During the ten years in Changguo, he must have been under constant surveillance and supervision, and there might even be attempts to cripple him. How could he have been given the opportunity to learn martial arts?
She must have seen it wrong.
Or maybe this person is very thin and looks light.
Xiao Cunyu stayed in this Taoist temple for two days.
She wanted to leave, after all, she still had Hong Li Po to consign. If she delayed giving the divination to the prince, she would have to return the gold she had worked so hard to earn!
But Zhou Jingmao obviously cherished the time of sitting next to the prince and refused to move.
"You came out with this young master and received money from him. Do you want to abandon me and run away halfway? Humph, I'll have to deduct your wages!" Zhou Jingmao has also become smarter.
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