Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Yue Ran took the carved railings and jade bricks and went out in a carriage, arriving at Jiupintang, the largest pharmacy in the capital.

As soon as I got off the carriage, I saw soldiers on the street going door to door and pointing out the merchants:

"Our commander said that even though it's clear today, we don't know how long the snow will continue to fall. You all should be alert and prepare more food!"

The rice shop owner grabbed an officer and asked boldly:

"Sir, have you heard any news? Can you tell me if the price of our rice shop is...?"

The soldier spat out the pine nut candy he was chewing and glared at him:

"What the hell are you thinking? Knowing that everyone wants to buy food, you want to take advantage of the opportunity to raise the price? Are you willing to give up your head for a little money?"

The rice shop owner nodded and bowed, smiling and stepped back:

"I just said that, why are you taking it so seriously..."

When the people passing by saw this, they looked hesitant, turned around and went into the rice shop to buy more rice.

"The Wucheng Military Command has been shouting for people to stock up on food, vegetables and meat these past two days. Could it be that the Imperial Astronomical Observatory has figured out something?"

"Oh! The Imperial Astronomical Observatory has only predicted the weather accurately in these years, and you really take it seriously. Are you stupid?"

"You're not stupid. Why did you buy an extra piece of meat? Don't stand in front of me when buying rice!"

Yue Ran stood at the entrance of Jiupin Hall, looking at the people carrying more or less food on their shoulders, and the corners of his eyes curved slightly.

Zheng Minglou is really efficient in his work.

The carved railings and jade bricks were whispering to one another:

"I heard that the Wucheng Military Commission is urging the shops along the street to repair their roofs, saying they are afraid that heavy snow will collapse the houses."

"Although the prince of Jing'an is always looking down on others and is annoying, he did nothing wrong. It is better to be prepared."

Yu Qi looked at the few patches of blue in the gaps between the clouds in the sky and asked Yue Ran hesitantly:

"Princess, will it really snow later?"

Yue Ran was also looking up at the sky. The lead-gray clouds were getting thicker and thicker. The blue sky might be swallowed up by the clouds at any time. She sighed softly:

"It would be best if it didn't snow, but I'm afraid my words will come true."

Calculating the time, the snowstorm will happen in these two days.

She will never forget that day.

In her previous life, Feng Xiaolou became famous because of her miracles. She successfully accompanied Chu Hantian to ascend the throne and became the emperor, and then she became the queen.

But after the snowstorm, she was stuffed into a carriage for a marriage.

Without this miracle, Feng Xiaolou's reputation in the capital was still that of a concubine, a status that could not be seen in public, and it would be extremely difficult for Chu Hantian to marry her as his principal wife.

If Chu Hantian insisted on marrying Feng Xiaolou, she could only be a prince's lady-in-waiting, which was of a very low rank.

Neither Chu Hantian nor Feng Xiaolou could accept this.

Last night, Chu Hantian visited Qingquan Villa at night. It was probably because Feng Xiaolou couldn't wait any longer.

In this life, if Chu Hantian knew that what he had worked so hard to get was a bronze mirror that could be bought for three taels of silver in a cosmetics shop, I wonder how he would feel.

Yue Ran turned his eyes slightly, glanced at a sneaky figure at the corner of the street, then turned around and walked into Jiupin Hall:

"Let's go, it's important to get the medicine."

Jindou hid at the corner of the street, waiting until he was shivering all over, and finally saw Yue Ran come out again and get on the carriage back to the palace.

Jindou looked around for a moment, making sure that no one was paying attention to him, then he walked into the Jiupin Hall calmly.

At this moment, there was only a medicine dispenser on the medicine cabinet in Jiupintang. He was holding a medicine scale in his hand, frowning and muttering to himself.

Jindou walked over and said softly:

"What medicine did the young lady just get? Could you please tell me?"

As he spoke, he placed a small gold ingot on the medicine scale.

The medicine scale suddenly sank.

The medicine dispenser looked up at Jindou, his expression unchanged, and quickly stuffed the gold ingot into his sleeve.

Shouting:

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about!"

The other hand quietly pushed over a prescription.

Jindou winked and smiled, then took the prescription calmly, cursing under his breath:

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. What are you yelling about?"

After Jindou left Jiupintang, the medicine dispenser turned around and looked inside the pharmacy.

The shopkeeper then lifted the curtain and came out:

"Give it to him?"

The clerk nodded quickly and took out the gold ingots from his sleeves:

“That’s quite generous!”

The shopkeeper smiled and raised his chin:

"Just take it. We are all paid for our work. No one can blame us."

The princess must have eyes on the back of her head. She knew someone was following her and that someone would come to ask for the prescription. She just got the medicine and paid 20 taels of gold, asking the clerk in their pharmacy to put on a show.

They didn't lie. Even the prescription was left by the princess herself.

It's a pity that this kind of work is not common.

Fortunately, it is not common. The less they know about the privacy of the homes of dignitaries, the longer they can live.

After Jindou got the prescription and keeping Yue Zihuan's instructions in mind, he went directly to the dessert shop outside Lihua Lane and handed the prescription to the proprietress.

After a stick of incense, Feng Xiaolou held the prescription in his hand, his slender crescent-shaped eyebrows slightly frowned.

I didn't expect that the prescription that the female doctor prescribed for King Dingbei would be so complicated.

If she wants to do something again, it might be difficult for her to do it.

It seems that King Dingbei is not destined to die this time. If it really doesn't work out, I will let Yue Zihuan find another way later.

What Feng Xiaolou is most concerned about right now is the miracle he brought back from Qingquan Villa.

Early this morning, Chu Hantian ordered someone to deliver a wooden box to Lihua Lane.

Feng Xiaolou opened the layers of packaging and found a bronze mirror inside.

The guard who delivered the mirror said that the prince ventured into Qingquan Villa last night and overcame numerous difficulties and traps to obtain this bronze mirror.

Feng Xiaolou accepted the bronze mirror with a smile, but turned around and looked doubtful.

This bronze mirror looked like one of the more expensive mirrors found in cosmetics shops, except that it was polished to an exceptionally bright finish.

Chu Hantian, could you have taken the wrong one?

Feng Xiaolou naturally didn't dare to ask this question.

It was already very difficult for her to coax Chu Hantian to go to Qingquan Villa to get things in person by crying and complaining.

Even if she really took the wrong mirror, she couldn't show any displeasure.

After all, Chu Hantian was her biggest help in turning her life around and crossing the social class barrier.

In the garden, the sunlight that had just appeared for the whole morning gradually faded, and the thick clouds in the sky once again covered the patches of blue sky.

Feng Xiaolou bit her lip lightly, a hint of cruelty flashing in her eyes.

The once-in-a-century snowstorm is coming in these two days. I hope this mirror is really a miracle.

Otherwise...how can her plan go on?

In Bingmasi Hutong, soldiers who had returned from cities in the east, west, south and north were also looking up at the sky.

"It's weird. The sun only showed up for a few hours and then hid again."

Zheng Minglou leaned back in the armchair, with his long legs resting on the table, staring at the gloomy sky outside the window.

Will what she said come true?