The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Ma'am, which doctor is the most brilliant in Beijing's medical skills?" Murong Rou asked lowly, his eyes fixed.

Grandma Li is Murong Rou's dowry grandma, and won her trust. No matter how big or small, she will not hide Grandma Li.

The secret of Murong Rou's remarks, but Grandma Li understood: "Madam, the doctor in the palace only diagnosed the veins for you a while ago. There is nothing wrong with your body. You don't need to seek medical advice and medicine. You can't get pregnant. Young Master, it's just that the time hasn't arrived! "

Murong Rou's eyes were faint and he sighed heavily: "Qing Yan has been born to now, it has been twelve years, and I have never been pregnant. If I continue to wait in line with God's will, I don't know when to wait. Continue to wait ... "

Grandma Li was startled, and suddenly remembered that Murong Rou was in her thirties. When she was in her late childbirth, if she wanted to have a baby, she had to get pregnant as soon as possible.

Murong Rou looked around at no one, lowering his voice and saying, "Go and find out if there are any secret recipes or secret medicines that can make people pregnant ..."

She and Tianwen are not too young. Whether it is for the future of Wuanhou House or for her status in Wuanhou House, she must have their eldest son ...

There are many secret folks and strangers, and there are many secret recipes and secret medicines that are not known to outsiders, which will definitely make her get what she wants!

"Pregnancy's secret recipe?" Li Ma's eyes were low and she said lowly: "A few days ago, the slave-maid passed by a medical hall, and heard the folks at the medical hall show off to people that they had a secret recipe for their son ..."

"Really?" Murong Rou said with a joy in his heart, anxiously said: "Where is that hospital? Take me quickly."

"This ... don't know the truth or not, it's better to ask the slave-servant to ask first ..." Grandma Li suggested softly: There are many doctors who are clever in the capital, but there are also many swindlers and cheats. I believed in what they called the secret recipe.

"Let's go together!" Murong Rou's eyes were faint: "I want to know as soon as possible that the secret formula of the birth son is true or false!"

Huichuntang is a small and large medical hall. It was near noon. The medical hall was quiet and empty. There was no patient. A medicine boy with a fine cloth wiped the counter and the medicine box boringly.

Murong Rou gently supported Lima's hand, and when she walked into Huichun Hall, Yaotong saw her at once, and ran enthusiastically to greet her, "Does the lady see a doctor or take medicine!"

"I heard that you have a secret recipe for your son in the hospital?" Murong Rourou glanced at the little medicine boy, and without a word of nonsense, he asked the question in his heart.

The little drug boy looked at Murong Rou carefully, and saw that she was wearing a moon-white Luo skirt, her dark hair was only picked up by a silver hairpin, and her ears were wearing simple silver earrings. The dress is so that people can't guess her true identity. Her face is covered with a moon-white veil, hazy, only revealing a pair of smart eyes, she can't see her appearance at all!

Isn't it just to ask for a secret recipe for a son, and he won't say much, is it necessary to be so mysterious and secret?She did not want to reveal her identity, he was too lazy to ask.

Xiao Yaotong sneered in disbelief, but there was a smile on his face: "Yes, the secret recipe of the birth son is the treasure of our hospital!"

"Has anyone used the secret recipe? Can it be effective?" This is Murong Rou's most concerned issue. She doesn't want to spend a lot of money to buy a useless recipe.

"My wife is assured that Huichuntang has been in Beijing for five or six years. The prescriptions and medicines taken out are absolutely effective. If you use the secret formula of the birth son to no avail, you can come and smash our signs at any time ... "The little Yaotong spoke word by word, his tone proud.

Murong Rou nodded gently, Huichuntang is more reputable in the capital, there is really no need for a prescription, ruining its foundation in the capital: "I am going to buy that prescription, you can make a price!"

"This ..." Xiaoyaotong's confident smile suddenly froze, and he smiled embarrassedly: "I don't hide from you, the secret recipe is from our Dongjia family, and it is always in the hands of the Dong family. If you want a secret recipe, you must talk to the owner! "

It is not a glorious thing to give birth to a son with a secret formula. She just wants to buy the secret formula secretly. The fewer people she contacts, the better. She did not expect that the little medicine boy in front of her could not be the master ...

Murong Rou was a little irritated and said angrily: "Where is your club now?"

"It's here!" With a murky voice, a middle-aged man pulled out the curtain and came out. He was about forty years old, wearing a Tibetan blue robe, and his belt was loose and untied. The hair is a little messy, and the eyes are dizzy, and the pupils are slightly red, as if they have not yet woken up.

Step by step, he stumbled forward, as if he would fall at any time!

Little Yaotong twitched his mouth and hurried forward to help him: "Four Masters, let me have a cup of sober tea for you!" The hangover has not been fully awake yet. He is also a wonderful family.

"No need!" The middle-aged man waved his hand to the side and slowly walked to Murong Rou, looking down at her from the top: "Would you like to buy the secret recipe for the birth son of my family?"

There was a strong smell mixed with the residual wine smell, and the smoked Murong frowned tightly and said angrily: "Yes, please make a price."

"Hehe!" The middle-aged man laughed twice and sat on the chair next to him. He took the warm tea in front of him and drank it. His eyes became clearer, and he looked at Murong Rou with a smile: "This secret recipe can make people It ’s a long stretch of heirs, for the benefit of the family, the price is not low ... "

"How much do you want? Please make an offer." Murong Rou interrupted him impatiently, her eyes disgusting with undisguised disgust. If it was not for the secret recipe, she would not stand here calmly, with such a drunk speak.

"I don't want money!" The middle-aged man said suddenly.

Murong Rou was stunned: "No money? What do you want?"

The middle-aged man looked at her and mysteriously lowered his voice: "I want my wife to help me talk about family matters. I want a beautiful and beautiful woman under the age of 20 ..."

Murong Rou sneered dismissively, and his eyes and eyebrows were full of sarcasm: "You are just a cheesy merchant in a drugstore. You are more than 40 years old, and you are also delusional about marrying a miraculous official daughter. Are you drunk? If you want to eat swan meat, it ’s not your way of eating ... "

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy and terrible for a moment, and he stared at Murong Rou violently, saying: "I am the brother of Xu Shangshu of the Ministry of Military Affairs. The current history of the Ministry of Industry is not a lowly merchant ..."