The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

"You're the only one who can talk." Wen Qingcheng wrinkled her nose at him and continued to do her own thing.

After Mo Jinghong and Wen Qingcheng cleaned up the house, Bai Wei boiled some water, made tea for them and went downstairs.

"Cheng'er, you should stay at home these few days."

Wen Qingcheng asked doubtfully, "Then I won't go to work at He's?"

"I'll have someone bring all the pharmaceutical supplies to you."

"Don't you want to see me anymore? Or is the master afraid that I will have a bad influence on the He family?" Wen Qingcheng asked with a wronged look on her face.

Mo Jinghong said without hesitation: "How could I not want to see you? I wish I could stick to you every day." Mo Jinghong was shocked after he finished speaking. How could he say such a disgusting thing? He quickly added: "Anyway, it's not what you think. The master didn't say anything."

Wen Qingcheng sipped her tea and waited for him to continue. Mo Jinghong continued, "I plan to train you to be Lu Qiuyu's successor. He is now under house arrest in He's company. Although I have stopped the secret recipe from leaking out, he has also begun to deal with his work passively. However, the fact that he considers you as his successor is only known to you and me."

Wen Qingcheng straightened up, listened carefully, and nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "I will do my best." She was naturally very happy to be able to help Mo Jinghong. "By the way, you said last time that Lu Qiuyu leaked the secret formula of the new medicine that was to be selected for Princess Anle to Minghua Pharmaceutical. How did that matter end up being handled?"

"I was thinking about this originally, but now you have developed Fenghan Granules, a granule dosage form that is not available in the entire Da Qi. With it, I plan to make public the secret recipe of Lu Qiuyu's Buzhong Yiqi Shui Wan. Let the imperial pharmacy in the palace and the major pharmaceutical workshops in the folk make it, and then say that it is the secret recipe of the pills developed by Master Lu and make it public for everyone to use."

Wen Qingcheng raised her eyebrows. "In this case, even if Minghua gets the secret recipe, it is worthless, let alone participating in Princess Anle's selection of new medicines. Anyway, Master Lu is now our He family, and Minghua can't accuse us of plagiarism, let alone hold the palace's imperial pharmacy responsible."

Wen Qingcheng looked at Mo Jinghong with admiration, who was both thoughtful and ruthless. Mo Jinghong's heart skipped a beat as Wen Qingcheng stared at him.

"Cheng'er, for the time being, you will have to make medicine at home to hide your strength, so that they can relax their vigilance and think that the He family has run out of tricks. This will ensure that our things can be delivered to the palace safely, and before that, nothing will go wrong."

Wen Qingcheng shook her head and said, "I don't feel wronged. It's more convenient to be at home, and it's more conducive to my medicine making. I have been making Motherwort Granules these two days. When I went to get the materials and asked Third Master for his signature, Third Master seemed..." Wen Qingcheng hesitated, not knowing what to say. Third Master He didn't do anything excessive, but his eyes were a little ambiguous.

"I'll give the order. From now on, Pharmacist Wen won't need Mr. He's signature when he goes to the warehouse. With me here, he won't dare to embarrass you." Mo Jinghong thought that it was Mr. He who was making things difficult for Wen Qingcheng over the signature, or that Wen Qingcheng didn't like to ask Mr. He for his signature, so he comforted her softly.

Wen Qingcheng hesitated for a while, but did not tell Mo Jinghong anything. After all, she had no evidence to prove that Mr. He San had other thoughts about her.

"By the way, Brother Mo, how many kinds of medicine do I need to participate in the selection of Princess Anle?" Wen Qingcheng asked. She was worried, so she only made Fenghan Granules and Motherwort Granules.

"We, the He family, have always been the imperial merchants. We have received a large quota and can offer up to ten species. We must offer at least two species to increase our chances of being selected."

"I'm planning on making another one of these days, but I have to try it first, so it may not work."

When Mo Jinghong heard that Wen Qingcheng had another inspiration, he looked at her in surprise. He only knew that Lu Qiuyu was a pharmaceutical genius and had ignored Wen Qingcheng beside him.

"Cheng'er, just go ahead and do it. If you need manpower, I'll provide you with manpower. If you need technology, I'll find it for you. Don't worry about the materials."

"I'm still in the experimental stage, so it's just me and Bai Wei. If it succeeds and we start mass production, we'll need manpower. But I think even if we need people, it'd be best not to use people from the He family. Didn't you say that many people in the He family are from Mr. He Sanye?"

"Yes, the Third House is just watching the fire from the other side. If the He family loses the qualification of imperial merchants this time, he will be wooed by the Third Prince and will definitely propose to split the family. He has great influence in the He family, and at least half of the senior executives will follow him. If the Third House splits, the Second House will follow closely. The disintegration of the He family is exactly what the Third Prince wants to see. Once the He family falls, the Crown Prince will lose a great helper."

"Are there many people who are loyal to you? And what about those who secretly support Lu Qiuyu?"

"I took over the He family relatively late. Lu Qiuyu and the third branch have a lot of power, so there must be some people waiting and watching. However, we should not be too pessimistic. The master has many people who are loyal to the He family over the years."

"Brother Mo, when I need manpower, I want to find a group of trustworthy people who don't know how to make medicine to be my assistants. This way, we can avoid leaking the secret recipe." Wen Qingcheng knew that in He's company, no one could guarantee who secretly supported Lu Qiuyu.

Seeing that Wen Qingcheng devoted herself to the He family and planned for the He family, Mo Jinghong raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously, "She looks like the mistress of the He family."

Wen Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and raised her fist to hit his arm, "Brother Mo, I'm talking to you seriously, what are you talking about?"

Mo Jinghong frowned, and Wen Qingcheng immediately became nervous. How could she have forgotten that Mo Jinghong had an injury on his arm? Wen Qingcheng was immediately heartbroken, "How is it? Does it hurt? I forgot you were injured."

Mo Jinghong looked down at the little girl who was nervous about him, and his heart warmed. He stretched out his arms and took her into his arms, hugging her gently. He whispered in Wen Qingcheng's ear in a low and mellow voice, "Cheng'er, don't refuse me. Let me hold you for a while, just because I'm injured."

Mo Jinghong knew that Wen Qingcheng was not a frivolous person, and he was afraid that she would think he was frivolous and refuse. He really wanted to hug her, every day.

Wen Qingcheng trembled slightly, turned her face around, and pressed it against Mo Jinghong's chest. Seeing that Wen Qingcheng did not refuse, Mo Jinghong was overjoyed and took the opportunity to hug her tightly.

"Weren't we just discussing something important? Why are you hugging me all of a sudden?" Wen Qingcheng murmured, and suddenly remembered that it was because of his arm injury. "How is your injury? Let me take a look."

"The wound is still deep and hasn't healed yet. I need to hold you for a while longer." Mo Jinghong said mortally.

Wen Qingcheng silently rolled her eyes at him. Every time she changed his dressing, she used the kind of medicine that promotes healing. It was impossible that he hadn't gotten better. This guy was pretending to be pitiful. But his embrace was so warm and comfortable that Wen Qingcheng was reluctant to let him hold her.

"Where were we just talking about?" Wen Qingcheng was interrupted by him and had completely forgotten what she was talking about. The selection of Princess Anle was imminent and she was as anxious as an ant on fire, but this guy seemed to be nonchalant.

"Cheng'er, you just need to make your medicine and don't worry about anything else. I have my own plan." Mo Jinghong said with confidence.