The old man slowly put down his chopsticks, his face became solemn. Now it seemed that his guess was correct. Behind the prefect Qingping was a prince. They were aiming at the Song family and Yue'er.

He spoke slowly, "The empress whom the emperor married at the beginning of his ascension to the throne died of illness less than a year and did not leave any descendants. He has never made an empress since then. The eldest prince was born by Concubine Rong, and the grandfather was the Marquis of Anguo; the second prince was born by Concubine Rou, and the grandfather was the Duke of Qin. They were older and had been doing things for the emperor a few years ago, but because the emperor had always favored the third prince, they had no unfair intentions. Now that the third prince has been demoted to Youzhou, they must be unable to hold back."

Song Wanyue curled her lips without any trace, raised herbal tea and touched the old man's wine glass, "You don't have to worry too much, soldiers come to block the water and soil. With the third prince in front, they will not dare to blatantly embezzle the Song family's business, they may want to win over."

"Yue'er..."

The old man wanted to tell her a few words, thinking that he had himself, even if those people wanted to use their means, they had to think carefully, so they changed their words, "Just say this in my room today, don't let your family know, so as not to scare them."

The popularity of Xiaoyue Tower not only made the Song family very happy, but even the people in several villages were very happy and worked harder. Half a month after the restaurant opened, the workshops were built.

Thirty workshops are inside, with a row of houses built on both sides of the east and west, and the rest are circled with courtyard walls.

The workers in the workshop were also recruited, most of them were women, and a small number were men.

On September 26, the workshop opened, and hundreds of people walked into the workshop with the envious eyes of several villagers.

Several women who had worked in the workshop were promoted to the management of herbal tea and hot pot base.

On the pill side, Song Wanyue divided the workers into three groups. The first group was to process the medicinal materials, the second group was to boil, and the third group was to seal.

After the separation, Song Wanyue stood in front of these people and said, "I would like to emphasize that the procedures you do are different. Don't ask each other. If someone asks you, not only you, but also I will not use anyone in your village in the future."

These people were selected by the village heads of each village. They not only worked quickly, but also had a tight mouth. When they heard that they were talking so heavily, they had a tighter mouth.

Song Wanyue was very satisfied and asked them to go back to their workshops. They started from the first process and finished several processes until half an afternoon. After watching them make a few pills, they felt relieved. They said to Song Shen, came out of the workshop, and were about to go to the mountain. A shout came from the entrance of the workshop, "Miss Song."

Song Wanyue turned around, and Zhang Jin stood at the door of the workshop with a smile.

The Song family signed a contract with him. Zhangjia Pharmaceutical Store would send several trucks of medicinal materials every day. Today he followed him in person.

Song Wanyue signaled that the guard guarding the door would come over.

Zhang Jin quickly walked in front of Song Wanyue, and the smile on his face could not be concealed. He raised his hands in front of Song Wanyue, "This is my little intention, please accept it if Miss Song."

Although the profits of the medicinal materials given to the Song family are small, the quantity is large, not to mention that they are given every day. Yesterday, he discussed the shopkeeper of the pharmacy shop and prepared a gift of 1,000 taels of silver.

Song Wanyue confiscated.

When the workshop opened, many people came to hear the news. She wanted to take gifts like a restaurant opened. She asked Song Shen to stop her from going back, so naturally Zhang Jin couldn't take it.

"This is just a small workshop. You can't bear the big gift. Master Zhang will take it back."

Small workshop?

Zhang Jin glanced at the workshop that was beyond his head. If this was just a small workshop, the rest of the workshop would not be considered workshops.

"Miss Song..."

Zhang Jin also wanted to say that Song Shen came out of the room and asked him to speak with a smile.

Song Wanyue nodded at him and walked up the mountain.

Zhang Jin had no choice but to put away the bill and went to the living room with Song Shen.

The inside is not luxurious, or even simple, and it is not even comparable to the living room in the pharmacy.

Song Shen poured the tea and handed it to him. Zhang Jin took it and looked at Song Shen carefully. The twelve-year-old boy lost his childishness and was calm all over his body. He took a sip of the tea and seemed to ask casually, "Young Master Song, have you discussed kissing?"

Song Shen didn't expect him to ask this suddenly. After being stunned, he smiled and said, "I'm still young, so I won't consider this for the time being."

Zhang Jin swallowed the rest of the words.

When I walked halfway up the mountain, I heard the sound of Song Yi and others practicing martial arts.

Song Wanyue slowly stepped up and stood aside and watched.

Song Yi and others were all over the best age to practice martial arts, and it was very difficult to practice. At the end of September, everyone was sweating profusely, but they were all staring at the guard's moves and moves very seriously, without slacking off at all.

"Okay, take a break."

The sound of guards came out, and Song Yi and others all fell to the ground.

"It doesn't seem to be much progress."

Song Wanyue walked over.

It has been studying for nearly two months, and the twelve people have been self-reliant and have some foundation. Song San said, "Why haven't you made any progress? The four of us are more than enough to deal with you now."

Song Wanyue raised her eyebrows, "Is that true?"

Song San's competitive spirit was suddenly aroused and he stood up, "If you don't believe it, let's compete."

Song Yi, Song Er and Song Si were also eager to try.

They are very diligent every day and feel that they are practicing very well.

Song Wanyue's eyes swept across everyone one by one, "Let's go together."

The guard changed his face and wanted to stop him, "Song..."

"Okay, that's what you said."

Song San's voice covered the guard's voice.

He had long wanted to know how high Song Wanyue's martial arts were.

Song Wu and others also stood up one after another.

Song Wanyue waved to them, "Go up."

Song San, Song Yi, Song Er, Song Si looked at each other and attacked at the same time. Song Wu and others were not willing to fall behind and rushed towards Song Wanyue.

The two guards were ready to go up and help at any time, but before they could see clearly, all the twelve people lay on the ground.

The two guards were stunned.

Song Wanyue clapped her hands and was about to say something. A figure jumped to the top of the mountain and attacked Song Wanyue.

The two guards were shocked and were about to step forward.

"You are not allowed to do it!"

Song Wanyue looked at the familiar figure and dodged while scolding the guards. She took two steps back and barely avoided the attack from someone.

Song Yi and others quickly climbed to the side, opened their eyes wide and watched the two of them go back and forth, and in a blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves passed.

The visitor was wearing a veil, and he couldn't see her appearance clearly. Although her moves were ruthless, he had no intention of murder.

After dozens of moves, Song Wanyue's face was sweating and her breath was slightly gasping.

The visitor stopped and lifted up the hat.

Everyone exclaimed.

Song Wanyue covered her mouth.
Chapter completed!