On the evening of the seventh day, Lady Lyu Luo let out a cry and woke up. She looked at Du Feng, who was guarding her, and couldn't help but blush.
"How many days did I sleep?"
Lady Lyu Luo knew that she must have slept for more than one day, because her stomach was already growling with hunger.
"Little lazy pig, you slept for seven days."
Du Feng rubbed her hair, speechless at this careless girl. How could she swallow a whole Ecstasy Pill? Fortunately, her body was strong enough. If her body was not strong enough, it was very likely that she would not be able to wake up.
"Oh, seven days is a lot. What? Say again, it's seven days? "
Lady Lyu Luo jumped up from the bed, and because she jumped too high, she almost hit her head. If she really slept for seven days, didn't that mean that today was the thirtieth day, and tomorrow was the first day of the lunar new year? It must be known that the important auction was going to be held on the first day of the lunar new year, and one had to enter early in the morning, or they would have to wait another year.
She looked at the calm and unhurried Du Feng, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say. It must be known that this auction was also very important to Du Feng. He had made an appointment with Situ Weiwei to sell the Beauty Pill, and he had even accepted her deposit. But in order to guard Lady Lyu Luo, he actually didn't leave the room for seven days.
"It's good that you are awake. I have something to take care of."
Du Feng left the room, and before closing the door, he faintly smiled at Lady Lyu Luo, telling her not to worry. His movements were so gentle, as if he was bathing in the spring breeze. However, after the door was closed, his whole body suddenly jumped up from the ground and directly onto the roof. Then, he used his movement skill, and quickly disappeared into the boundless night.
"Fortunately, I didn't disappoint you!"
On the third floor of the Sevenask Pavilion, Du Feng handed the Beauty Pill to Situ Weiwei. According to the agreement, if the final price was higher than one thousand crystals, then he would get seventy percent of the higher price, and the auction house would take the other thirty percent as a processing fee. If the price was lower than one thousand crystals, then Situ Weiwei would buy it, and the difference would be settled by her and the auction house. The auction house was originally the property of the Situ Clan, and the so-called settlement was just a formality.
"Which young lady or young wife have you been flirting with recently? Do you know how anxious I am?"
Situ Weiwei took the porcelain bottle angrily, not forgetting to grumble a few words. However, when she opened the bottle and saw the Beauty Pill inside, she immediately broke into a smile. Back then, he had dared to give Du Feng a thousand yuan down payment because he was confident that he could produce the new Beauty Pill. But this guy disappeared for seven days straight, which scared the hell out of them.
"What's the good stuff in the auction tomorrow? Can you give me the money and tell me?"
Du Feng was very concerned about this auction because the truly good things would never be displayed on the counter. It was either hidden in the storeroom for acquaintances to choose from, or it was brought to the auction for people to bid on. Only the person who offered the highest price would be able to buy the item he wanted.
"I can't tell you the details, but there is a pill furnace that you can pay attention to."
Business naturally had business rules, especially for the Situ Clan, which was such a huge business union, which had been able to stand in the business world for thousands of years without collapsing. Therefore, Situ Weiwei couldn't expose the catalog and the low price to Du Feng, but he would have a good pill furnace to auction.
This kind of information was equivalent to an advertisement for the auction. For example, telling people who made elixirs that there was a pill furnace to be auctioned, or telling people who loved swords that there was a treasured sword to be auctioned, would naturally attract people. Of course, not everyone would be able to get inside information. It had to be someone with a high enough status and who could afford the price.
"Thank you for the reminder. I will see you tomorrow."
Du Feng handed over the elixirs and received the information. He didn't have anything else to say, so he bade farewell and left.
"This dead man, I won't eat him up if he stays a little longer."
Looking at Du Feng's hurried back view, Situ Weiwei was so angry that she stomped her feet. She, who used to be extremely confident, had recently started to doubt her own charm. Young masters of aristocratic families, geniuses of sects, and so many people couldn't resist her temptation. However, why did this Du Feng only care about business and was never willing to stay at her place? Could it be that money was so important to him that it was even more attractive than her looks? Even so, her Situ Clan had plenty of money. Why did he have to work so hard to earn money?
Aiya, so embarrassing! Situ Weiwei's face turned red when she thought of this. Why did she start to think about marriage? He, Du Feng, was a prince of a small second-class country. His status was far from the status of the Situ Clan. Let's talk about it after he entered the Qingyang Sect. Just becoming an outer court disciple wasn't enough. He had to become an inner court disciple or even a direct disciple. Only then would he barely be worthy of the status of the Situ Clan's Third Missy.
"Achoo! Achoo! "
Du Feng was using his Lightness Skill to walk on the eaves. He sneezed twice inexplicably, and almost slipped down the roof. Fortunately, his lower body was strong enough, and he managed to stand firmly with his legs. Why did he sneeze all of a sudden? Could it be that he was too tired from refining elixirs? In fact, he didn't know that someone was considering recruiting him as a son-in-law.
That night, he didn't go anywhere else. Instead, he returned to his residence in the Prince's Mansion. When he passed by Murong Mansha's cousin's room, he took a look at the window. The lights were off, and it was dark inside. He couldn't see if there was anyone inside.
Perhaps he was really tired after continuously refining elixirs and didn't sleep. After lying down, Du Feng fell asleep. After all, it was relatively safe in the Second Prince's Mansion. Therefore, he slept very soundly. He was actually woken up by a call from the Sound Transmitting Talisman.
He was too careless. A martial artist actually overslept. After getting up, Du Feng replied to Situ Weiwei in embarrassment. Then, he changed into loose clothes and hurried to Hundred Flowers Tower.
Today's Hundred Flowers Tower was a little different from the past. In the past, people came here to seek pleasure. It was nothing more than spending some money to have fun. There were also generous guests like Duan Qingwu, who would give some crystal stones to the girls they liked.
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