He could never stay in the mansion every day to take care of this young man. What would he do if he was overwhelmed by it?

He put Xiao Luobai aside, Luo Henglu stood up again, then took care of his clothes. He went to the inner room and changed his clothes. He went to the palace overnight to discuss the new medicine that Luo Yuyi said with Emperor Wenyuan.

After he left, Emperor Wenyuan was staring at several medicine bottles, all with a headache. He had not eaten or drunk. He had been staying at these medicine bottles for several hours.

Of course, I don’t know how many times I have changed my mind. With my limited medical knowledge, I thought that if these pills are turned into water, it should still be useful, but if the effects are less, it will always be useful, right?

When Luo Hengli came over, he really lamented that they were brothers and brothers. They worked diligently and worked hard for this Great Zhou, and their hair was almost going to be white.

No, now, not to mention whether his hair is white or not, but his hair is almost falling out. He loses hair every day. What else can there be a reason? He is just worried about state affairs.

Is this Great Zhou emperor easy to be?

Not easy to be accustomed.

He is really hard.

"Cousin, come and have a look."

Emperor Wenyuan quickly asked Luo Heng to come over and told him what he had just come up with.

"You said whether this is possible, I only have a few bottles left," but this is not impossible, because the snow lotus was eaten by him at the beginning. In the past few years, there were about dozens of bottles of these medicines, all in his womb. If he had known that these medicines could cure plague and treat the people, he would definitely not have taken so much.

Taking one is equivalent to eating many people's way of life. Now he really feels that what he takes is not medicine, but the flesh and blood of the people. Thinking of this, he is simply restless day and unable to sleep at night. Even those foods are as if they are stained with blood when they see them.

Luo Henglu shook his head at him.

"Master, look at the plum blossoms to quench their thirst, and the water drops off."

Only a hundred bottles could save the people of that county, but now the disease is as simple as one county, with so many as nine counties. Just a little medicine is not a magical medicine, and it can be cured by smelling it.

"But can I boil water?"

Emperor Wenyuan did not make people smell the medicine. He thought it would be cured after smelling it, but this was a bit unrealistic, so he didn't mention that, that was a bit impossible, but it was always OK to boil water and drink it, right?

"same."

Luohengwu doesn’t feel like it makes people smell it. What’s the difference between boiling water and drinking it?

There is less medicine and more water, so what is the difference between drinking water? Therefore, Emperor Wenyuan’s idea is not possible.

"What should I do?"

Emperor Wen Yuan grabbed his hair, but as soon as he loosened his hand, he grabbed a lot of hair. He lost his hair again. If this continues, his hair will be completely lost.

"Yi'er will bring people here in person tomorrow."

"But……"

Emperor Wenyuan was also worried that it was not another place, but the place where the plague occurred. Luo Yu was all the son of his cousin and looked the most similar to the emperor's aunt. If something really happened, he would really not be able to treat him.

"He has found a cure for the plague and medicine."

"Really?" Emperor Wen Yuan stood up excitedly, but he was not able to throw all the things on the table down.

Luo Henglu reached out to hold the table, which was why the cups were broken.

"etiquette."

Luo Henglu reminded him lightly that he had been an emperor for several years, so why is it still so annoying and dry? This is just that they are here. If there are outsiders, where will his dragon face be placed?

Emperor Wenyuan quickly sat down again, and then couldn't help calming down the excitement in his chest.

And at this time, how could he care about etiquette or something?

"Brother of the Imperial Party, what you said is really, is there really medicine to save?"

"Yi'er said, I only realized it after I went."

Luo Heng was considering that he believed in his son, but the so-called medicine was only after verified to know whether it was successful. Even Luo Yuyi dared not say absolutes.

I can only say that the medicines he made are very similar to those made by Mo Fei. Maybe they have no health benefits, but they are not bad in detoxification.

As for whether this is true, then we can only see the true chapter after we wait.

"It must be OK."

Emperor Wen Yuan rubbed his hands, and it can be said that he believed it without doubt. It was OK, absolutely OK, and it was possible. He was a disciple brought out by Mo Fei. He also studied medicine with Mo Fei since he was a child. He had read medical books before he had studied, so he said that if it was OK, then it was OK.

As long as he can pass this level, he will definitely reward him well.

At this time, Luo Yuyi was still making those pills in his medicine room. The medicinal materials were ready-made, and these medicines were not difficult to make. It can be said that he was a semi-finished product, and he could make the medicine by just a little processing.

Until they set out early in the morning, there were already hundreds of bottles of medicine on the table.

"Young Master, why don't you let me go?"

Xiao An was almost crying. After he followed the young master, even if he was on the oil pan at the bottom of the knife mountain, he was always with his young master. But this time the young master didn't let him go with him. How could he be assured that he could let the young master go alone without anyone serving him?

"You don't know how to fight. You don't have such a good body. It's better not to follow me."

Xiao An took off his face.

Is it a scholar who has no use?

"You can't read a few words."

Fu Yan stabbed him hard again.

"I'm talking about me, aren't you the same?"

Xiao An muttered, there are too many illiterate people in this world, but they are not living well, they are just illiterate, as long as they can recognize the money on the banknotes.

Fu Yan raised his eyelids lightly, and it was different from Xiao An's concern. Does Xiao An really think that everyone is like him and is illiterate?

"That young master, what am I going to do?"

Xiao An feels that he is going to be abandoned

"Just help me take good care of Taotao."

Luo Yuyi squatted down and touched the white lion lying at his feet. Although he had not been sleeping all night, he was still in good spirits. He couldn't arrange too many things when he went out temporarily.

Anyway, both of their fathers and mothers are in the capital, so if there is anything, they will take the initiative.

Taotao rubbed his head against his master's hand.

It's really a baby lion.
Chapter completed!