Traveling Through Bianjing: My Balm Shop Is a Hit

The moment Shen Wan swallowed the poison, she held half of the Shi Ning Guo with her fingertips - the restorer of ancient books was dressed as an orphan who was silenced by her stepbrother. This bad card must be turned over! The ointment brewed can predict the date of death: Stepbrother leads gangsters to destroy stalls? She looked at the "bloody traces of a broken leg" in the paste, raised her hand and poured out the paste, and sure enough she heard screams; The leader of the Cao Gang was soaked in a smelly ditch in his imagination? She threw a stone in advance, and when he actually fell, she was counting the coins and closing the stall. Earn life-saving money in three days, buy a prosperous shop in Rouge Lane in half a month? Too conservative! The family members of the county magistrate lined up with gold and silver in their hands, and the dignitaries in the capital begged to be recognized as their "dirty daughter." In front of her balm stall, even the prince's horse had to be tied at the end of the alley! Only Mr. Xiao dared to attack her—oh no, he blocked her with a pine-scented cloak: "My step-sister stole your land deed?" He threw out the confession, "I just sent her to the Yamen, and I asked her to behead her in the fall." "Want to steal your secret recipe?" He put his long legs against the door frame, and rubbed the corners of her lip stained with fingertips: "To steal my wife, first ask about the knife in my hand." Until the balm reflected the image of him being hit by an arrow, which matched perfectly with the blood marks on his father's ley line diagram. Shen Wan weighed the copper spoon for boiling ointment, and the firelight illuminated her eyes fiercely: This ointment can be used to predict death, to survive a mountain of gold, and even to boil the bastards who harmed my father and wanted to kill him into bones and dregs!