I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 6|Six Dragons
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Mu Wanwan originally thought that Ao Qin might be tricking her, but when she was taken back to the palace by Fu Liu ahead of time, clutching her painful chest, she was still a little surprised when she saw the two boxes placed in the yard.
"Madam, you are really lucky. This box contains elixirs, and the other box contains spiritual fruits and spiritual rice." Fuliu looked at the pale and thin Mu Wanwan with disgust, and reluctantly took it out of his pocket. He took out a small bag and handed it to Mu Wanwan.
"Madam, please take good care of your Majesty in this courtyard. If there is anything you need, remember first that you can go to the market every ten days." Fu Liu said, "Monthly basis: one piece a month The middle-grade spiritual stones and three silver coins will be collected in the middle of the month. I will have to trouble Madam to prepare the food and other things by myself in the future."
Fu Liu said, "I hope Madam will take good care of you. I will leave first."
After Fuliu left, the yard became quiet. Mu Ben bent over the small bag with some weight, opened it, and almost didn't laugh in anger——
What is inside is not a middle-grade spiritual stone with strong spiritual power, but ten low-grade spiritual stones.
In the memory of the original body, if a medium-grade spiritual stone is taken out and replaced, it can be replaced by at least fifteen low-grade spiritual stones. There are only ten of them. To say that Fu Liu didn't keep it privately, she would have cut off her head and used it as a ball. Kick.
Mu Wanwan felt a wave of boredom, burning in her chest, and a sweet taste in her throat. She covered her mouth with her hand, and then spread her hand, which was covered with sporadic blood.
"Huh."
Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's useless to be angry.
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, tried to calm down his emotions, and continued to look at the contents of the bag. In addition to ten low-grade spiritual stones, there were only three silver coins.
There are really few monthly cases.
In the original memory, the exchange ratio between a medium-grade spiritual stone and a low-grade spiritual stone is about 1:18. If taken to the black market, the price can be higher, and a low-grade spiritual stone can generally be exchanged for one gold coin.
One gold coin can be exchanged for ten silver coins, and one silver coin can be exchanged for ten copper coins. The purchasing power of one copper coin is about the same as a modern dollar. Calculating this, the original monthly cost is about two thousand yuan. Once I swallowed Fuliu, I only had more than a thousand yuan.
With more than a thousand yuan, I need to support two people.
Furthermore, cultivation requires spiritual stones. Although the original body only has weak wood-type abilities, before leaving the pavilion, I would absorb two or three low-grade spiritual stones a month to strengthen the wood in my Dantian. It's spiritual.
Mu Wanwan was very worried, and opened the box containing the elixir with a trace of expectation. Inside, there was only an old ginseng plant of a young age and ten yellow fruits that seemed to be wilted. According to the Based on the original person's superficial memories of plants, this fruit is called Baizhen Fruit. Judging from the appearance, it is of two grades. It is used to nourish the body. One fruit is worth about five low-grade spiritual stones.
In addition, there were several small porcelain bottles. Mu Wanwan opened them and smelled them. They contained trauma medicine, and the quality was also very average.
In the other box was a bag of spiritual rice, a bag of unknown seeds, and nothing else.
Mu Wanwan sighed sadly and glanced at the darkening sky. She didn't expect Bai Shuiyao, who was bent on escaping, to come back to help her with the work and moved the two boxes from the yard into the room.
Mr. Long was still slumped on the bed, in the same position as when she left in the morning. Just because the door had not been opened for nearly a day, the smell in the room became even worse. But the moment she saw him, Mu Wanwan felt much more at ease.
According to the original plot, she would be stabbed to death by Ao Qin tonight, but now, although she was suppressed by Ao Qin's spiritual power, she only suffered some minor injuries, and although she received not much, The monthly prescriptions and elixirs that can still be used despite careful budgeting are all worth it.
Mu Wanwan thought, and slowly opened his brows in front of Mr. Long's evil face covered with black and red lines.
In the memory of the original person, the tyrant's palace was not too small. In addition to the main hall for rest, there was also a side hall with a courtyard, kitchen and bathroom, but Mr. Long didn't usually use it.
Mu Wanwan searched for memories and found the small kitchen located in the side hall. He was somewhat pleased to find that there was a bag of rice for the servants in it, so he mixed it with a small handful of spiritual rice and cooked half a pot of porridge.
While waiting for the porridge, she was not idle. She fetched water and wiped the other half of the jade bed clean.
After all this was done, Mu Wan couldn't lift his tired fingers, and the sky was completely dark. Bai Shuiyao still didn't appear in the palace. He didn't know whether he ran away as planned or gave up. But she wasn't worried about what would happen to Bai Shuiyao. After all, Bai Shuiyao had the halo of being the heroine and could not die no matter what she did.
Mu Wanwan forced herself to fill the porridge, and drank a bowl first. Although it was only mixed with a small handful of spiritual rice, drinking it made her feel a lot more comfortable in her stomach, warm and restored. gained some strength.
She rested for a while, lit the lamp, then moved the bench and sat down in front of the tyrant's bed with a bowl of porridge.
Under the dim light, Mr. Long’s somewhat scary face seemed a little gentler.
His face was still very pale and his lips were still pursed, but he didn’t know if it was because of the little porridge in the morning. Feed him porridge by the spoonful.
I don’t know if it was her imagination, but I always felt that Mr. Long swallowed much faster at night than in the morning.
But even so, a lot of porridge still spilled out of his mouth, with ambiguous water traces sliding down his chin.
Mu Wanwan subconsciously stretched out her fingers to brush his well-shaped chin, wiped away the soup, and said to himself, "Fortunately, you are asleep. This should be considered your dark history." ”
Mu Wanwan didn't notice a certain dragon's gently trembling eyelashes. She felt a little funny and a little sad as she spoke, and said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet..." Why don't I call you Mr. Long from now on, and we can count on each other."
Her eyes were a little red and her voice was choked, "When you wake up in the future, for the sake of my kindness to you..."
While Mu Wanwan was talking, he couldn’t continue and wiped his tears in shame, "I really...what are I talking to a plant dragon."
She calmed down her somewhat bad mood, and she didn’t know whether it was because the room was too deserted or too lonely, and then she began to mutter again, "Mr. Long, I will treat your wound later and apply some medicine. It will probably heal." It hurts."
"Mr. Long, we have very little money, and we may be hungry in the future..."
Her voice was very soft, and she was thinking about the future of the two people. It was like rolling hot magma, following his eardrums, and gradually making noise into the cold heart full of thorns.