V2.Chapter 364

Yan Beicheng himself didn't care. When he helped moshanghua daub it, he found a seat and sat down opposite her. He took the small box full of "sterilized cotton" and studied it as a matter of fact. "You use these things, why are they so strange, and your usual healing techniques..."

He remembered that she was only the daughter of a prostitute born to the national flower prostitute for a month. She had been raised in the boudoir of the Imperial City in the name of the prime minister's daughter. What's more, how did she learn such superb medical skills?

When asked about this, the stranger came back to her senses. She took the porcelain box in Yan Beicheng's hand, sealed the lid and put it back again. She said, "what do you think is the use of so many medical skills in my room? As for these novel things, they are just for the convenience of treatment, and they have been researched by themselves."

These are in the modern medical theory, she naturally can not say, therefore, can only find an excuse to prevaricate in the past.

Fortunately, she was indifferent and indifferent to everything. Now she lied, but her face was not red and her heart didn't jump. When she turned her mind, she pretended to ask, "by the way, it's good. How can the book of the people catch fire out of thin air?"

Who was yanbeicheng? How could she not see her little circus? But seeing that she didn't want to talk, she just did not know. She took out two flint stones from his sleeve with a smile.

However, he just showed the flowers on the street for a moment, and then he was busy and put it away again. He said solemnly: "this is a natural disaster. God wants you to be my princess all the time. This is the fate of heaven. You see, our fate is so deep."

With that, he took the corner of his lips and began to smile, and his eyebrows and eyes also curved.

The corner of the flower lips on the stranger could not help but curl up gently. However, he could not help pushing him towards the other side. He got up and put the wooden box back to the bed. "It's clear that you made the ghost. It's also the destiny."

"Bullshit, it's set." Yan Beicheng solemnly denied that, like a follower, he followed her, "however, I am curious about where that copy of the people's book came from."

"As she said, she did find it in my room, but it should have been found inadvertently when she was deliberately framed." On the street flower hears speech, also did not conceal the meaning, then explained truthfully, "this is the one that Xueji said before."

Although I don't know how Xueji got the book of the people, she had read it carefully and it was true.

Yan Beicheng's eyes were slightly dark, and his smile faded a little. "The previous so-called" people's book for the emperor to allocate funds and recruit troops as soon as possible "should also be false

The stranger nodded and simply told the whole story, "I have already known their plan, so I forged a fake people's book ahead of time. By the way, I checked the identity of Xueji. It's a pity that my current manpower is limited and I can't find the real identity of Xueji."

After a pause, she glanced at Yanbei City suspiciously. "Why did you suddenly ask in such detail? Did you really take that copy of the people's book as true and present it?"

"What's on your mind every day, how could I be so stupid?" Yan Beicheng raised his hand and pinched the cheek of the flower on the stranger. He felt helpless and funny.