When the Golden Finger Lands in the Hands of the Villain

"Ah?" Jiang Chen, who had been called by all of a sudden, had stiffened eyes. Why was he lying down and shot? Feng Linlin is among them the most talented and most sophisticated alchemist. How could she not make the simplest lotus almond? There must be something wrong with it.

He looked at Dan furnace with a bitter expression, hesitantly: "Teacher, in fact, neither can I."

Kongwuying didn't notice the anomaly, but frowned deeply: "None or two, I really don't know what you eat, all right! I'll do it!"

Having said that, he came to Feng Linlin's furnace.

A slight smile crossed the corner of Yiren's mouth, but fell into Jiang Chen's eyes.

He was even more convinced that there must be a problem, but ... he glanced at Yuan Ruoruo, who was absent today.

So, do you want to remind Ning Zhao?

Don't remind me, I'm afraid he will bother him later.

Remind me, I'm afraid he will bother him later.

This is called a tangle.

He was tangled for a while, and Wu Ying had been searching for medicinal materials with carelessness, and began to boil water in the furnace.

He picked up the Dan furnace, was about to rest on the charcoal, and then suddenly stopped.

"what?"

"This smell? Isn't it red fairy?"

Say good colorless and tasteless? Is he a dog nose?

This is the first thought of Feng Linlin and Yiren.

It's finished, it's exposed!

This is the second thought of Feng Linlin and Yiren.

Frost frowned, and shouted, "Feng Linlin!"

Feng Linlin was agitated, her hair was erected: "I didn't do that ..."

"Why don't you talk about hygiene like this!" Said Wu Wuying displeasedly.

Feng Linlin: "... Ah?"

He passed the Dan furnace to her in front of her, and her head was covered with a reprimand: "Why did n’t you clean it after you finished refining Dan? This red fairy still remains on it. I just ca n’t say anything about you. Stupid doesn't talk about hygiene! "

everyone:"……"

Feng Linlin: "Ah! Sorry, teacher. I was wrong. I don't talk about hygiene. I must correct my mistakes and be a good child about hygiene."

"It's late," said Wu Wuying gloomily.

"I really can't get used to your virtue. Everyone has stood up for me, and now I am practicing alchemy under my command."

"Teacher, you, you you ... what are you doing?"

A pointer threw it over: "Did you talk?"

"Find a good medicine, three green heart lotus seeds, one red lotus leaf, three nymphs, and a pot of nectar."

"Teacher, are we trying to make lotus dandelion? But why do you add a hundred nectars to the fryer?"

A pointer is thrown again.

"Less nonsense."

"Now stir three times on the left and two times on the right, increase the amount of wood gas, form a vortex at your fingertips, and then throw it out."

"Teacher, what should I do if I can't make it?"

"That's okay."

"Oh, thanks……"

"Our classmates have so much classmate love. They will go to see you when Qingming."

"!!!!!!"

Zhang Hong's Office, Tianhong Dan Teachers College.

In the absence of Tian Hong's deputy director, Director Zhang is also regarded as the second-ranking leader, and has considerable prestige throughout the college.

"Uncle, teacher Hu's class, didn't you say it was over to me? Why did you give an unknown little Dan teacher now?" An eight-foot-tall, handsome-looking young man was dissatisfied.

"Shh!" Director Zhang frowned. "Have a little voice, are you afraid that others may not know that Mr. Hu killed us?"

"Relax, uncle, I saw it when I came. No one was there." The young man grinned and sat down in the chair next to him: "But I also admire you uncle, how did you deal with Mr. Hu with all your abilities? Dropped? "

"Huh!" Speaking of this, there was a smile on Director Zhang's face: "This is the killing method I bought from the black market. It is best suited to this fool who is obsessed with alchemy and cares nothing. I just let him be in medicinal herbs Adding two cans of hundred nectar to him would have killed him easily. "

"Hundred nectar?" The young man laughed holding his belly. "This teacher Hu is really a fool. Everyone knows that adding medicinal materials will definitely cause medicinal conflicts and fryer. He even believes it."

"Hey, don't you say this, it's not fake. People on the black market told me that there is a legend that a master adds a hundred nectar, which not only raises the level of the elixir, but also greatly shortens the time of success. That ’s why this nectar of flowers is gradually spreading, but the winners are now, and the losers are as bullish as possible. ”Director Zhang said proudly, and then sighed again:“ I originally planned to teach Teacher Hu as soon as he died. Unexpectedly, the dean did not wait for me to speak, and directly designated that Ning Zhao. But don't worry, he is only temporary, after the busy Dudu teacher competition, the dean will re-recruit. It ’s not easy to win this position? "

"Then there is still almost a month." The young man pulled his head down. "Uncle, if there is no dedication of the college teacher, I would have a hard time trying to get a good place during the competition."

The nephew was right.

Director Zhang looked down and thought, then a smile appeared on his face: "You can rest assured, it won't take you a month. Which of the students in that class is not a thorny head, proud, and that Ning Zhao is nothing more than a masterpiece, students. He must not be used to it. I don't think he'll be ashamed to resign in a few days. By then you will ... why are you so open? "

The young man's mouth opened wide and he pointed out the window: "Uncle, are you the students you mean?"

Director Zhang turned his head and looked out the window. He was seeing the students of Class 7 crowded together in groups, all of them moving around in groups.

"Teacher, let me give you an umbrella."

"Teacher, it's hot, I'll fan you."

"I help you squeeze your shoulders in front of the teacher."

"Teacher, what do you want to eat at noon, I order someone to send it."

"Teacher be careful. I'm going upstairs before. I'll lift your clothes."

"Teacher, I can help you with your pants."

Nothingness: "..."

A group of people walked in front of Director Zhang's office.

Director Zhang: "..."

Nephew: "... Is that Ning Zhao? I think he is living ... moisturizing."

Director Zhang: "..." What a normal moisturizer, every student of Tianhongdan Teachers College is from a famous family, talented, and all of them are proud and proud. Dear, but how can this picture of slavery beauties, this Ning Zhao, what kind of medicine did you give them?

but it does not matter.

A cold smile appeared on Director Zhang's face: "Laner, do you know that there are a total of seven students in the seventh class, but there are only a maximum of six people a day, why?"

Zhang Lan stunned: "Of course it is because His Royal Highness is too busy with politics and has no time for class."

Director Zhang smiled slowly: "His Royal Highness is working for the affairs of our kingdom, and it is natural to not come to class. But you said that if someone is new and wants to stand up, he thinks His Royal Highness is not respecting the teacher and wants Drive His Royal Highness out of class. What do you think His Royal Highness would think. "

Zhang Lan heard it, and immediately showed the same smile: "Of course I won't let him go. It's just ... how would that Ning Zhao be so stupid."

"This can't help him." Director Zhang smiled. "Mouth is on us. That Ning Zhao has no right but no potential, but it is only relying on a little guest who fell into the Xiao family. Who do you think His Royal Highness will believe? Your sister is not Is Sequoia good? Let her breathe. "

"Yes, uncle Yingming." Zhang Lan was happy.

Royal palace of the Mohe Kingdom.

"His Royal Highness, this is the paperwork sent today."

In the center of the hall, a young man in his early twenties sat.

The young Wufa jade crown, under the eyebrows of a woman like a woman, is a pair of long and narrow eyes, the nose bridge is tall, the complexion is bright like jade, and the thin lips are curled up slightly. A black robe rolled with gold rim added a touch of honor to him.

He is the Prince of the Mohe Kingdom, Huo Ziying.

He glanced at the pile of documents, sighed with fate, picked up the top one, and then frowned: "The thirteenth emperor of the Daqing Empire is stunned again?"

What he said again was naturally not that the thirteen princes died, died, died, and died.

But ...

"How many princes have the Daqing Empire died this month? It seems that there are already nine?"

The **** lowered his head and carefully answered, "This month plus the previous month, 13 people have died."

The Daqing Empire is one of the Eastern hegemons, and it is also a direct empire of their Mohe Kingdom. His Majesty the Daqing Empire, there are a total of eight sub-kingdoms like their Mohe Kingdom, and they can be regarded as the people of the Daqing Empire strictly. It must be paid every year, but it is also sheltered by the host country on weekdays.

But is the frequency of the dead prince of the Daqing Empire high?

The eunuch's sharp voice sounded: "The slaves heard it. The royal family of Daqing Empire is probably cursed."

"However, the number of etiquette must be sufficient." Huo Ziying put down the document: "You instructed the ceremony to prepare the funeral ceremony, and the specifications will be the same as the one given to the 21st prince last time."

"His Royal Highness," the **** cautioned, "the last emperor was the sixteenth emperor."

Huo Ziying: "..."

"Brother!" At this time, a shadow rushed into the hall.

"Sequoia? Aren't you going hunting in the countryside today? How come to see your poor brother when you have time." Huo Ziying saw her most beloved little sister on weekdays, and smiled unconsciously.

"Don't mention it!" Huo Sequoia sat down next to Huo Ziying: "Having hunted halfway, I heard that someone scolded you. I was so angry that I ran back!"

"scold me?"