[comprehensive] superior skills

It's another year when the grass grows and the warblers fly to enjoy the spring.

It seems as if a warm north wind blows from the distant sky, blowing slowly across the vast green grassland, piled up layers of waves.

After the aftermath recedes a little, there is a touch of pure white as if riding the wind and breaking through the waves, slowly coming from the depths of the rich green.

The standing beast proudly shook its snow-white and smooth hair, and shook off the thorny grass seeds, then squatted down, slapped the ground with its tail, and let out low growls.

Song Ci followed closely to get out of the dense grass. Seeing that King Yinjiao was losing his temper again, he comforted him helplessly: "Okay, okay, King Hardwork is so troublesome! Who would have thought that the Mongolian grassland would be so big that it would have no boundaries. , I didn’t follow the emperor all the way, who knows which tribe he has visited now, I can only work hard for you to accompany me to find it slowly.”

After spending a long time in the grass at half a person's height, not to mention that King Yinjiao was stabbed and caught fire, Song Ci himself did not want to go any further.

He took out a large piece of felt cloth and spread it on the ground, filled it with the roast chicken, roast duck and big ham that King Yinjiao likes to eat, and persuaded him to come and sit down.

Seeing his master's sense of humor, the arrogant king raised his noble paws to step on the cushion, and began to nibble his lunch slowly.

Song Ci saw that he had coaxed his ancestor well, so he took out his share of food and rested for a while to replenish his strength.

It has been half a year since Feng's marriage. During this time, Song Ci has been living alone in Wenquan Zhuangzi, and his life is extremely comfortable.

In addition to shopping, I spend most of my time going up the mountain with King Yinjiao to find Xiongshi's family to play, and I also got a lot of mountain treasures from small animals.

Because of being pampered and spoiled since childhood, coupled with the vague awareness of its own goodness, the little white lion grew more and more arrogant, and now it can't command anyone except Song Ci, and even the Feng family occasionally returns home. It is rare for it to have a good face .

Fortunately, most of the weaknesses of foodies are in the hands of others. King Yinjiao loves the food in the magic world very much. Whether it is barbecued marinated meat or sweet and delicious soup and snacks, he can eat dozens of catties every meal.

Fortunately, Song Ci had the Ruyi tablecloth in his hand, otherwise moving a golden mountain would not be enough to put it between his teeth.

This trip was all because a major event was about to happen on the way of Emperor Kangxi's tour of the Mongolian tribe, and it also involved Song Ci's past layout, so she asked King Yinjiao to go with her, saving the critical moment to pretend to be a ghost.

I wanted to start early and wander all the way to Mongolia, at least to see the scenery beyond the Great Wall.

It's a pity that the idea is beautiful, but the reality refuses to follow the script.

The hot-headed Song Ci took King Yinjiao directly to land on the grassland in an airship, but he didn't know that not only did he not see the yurt in his fantasy, but he couldn't even find a person.

It was easy to see wild animals passing by, but was scared away by the mighty white lions, which made Song Ci's idea of ​​following them to find water sources in vain.

After all, the vicinity of the water source on the grassland is likely to be the gathering place of herdsmen. Are there any herdsmen who are afraid that they will not find a tribe?

Without a detailed map, who can see the east, west, and north from a piece of green, Song Ci and King Yinjiao, who are used to running mountains, directly covered their heads.

One man and one lion wandered around for a few days, and Song Ci thought of a stupid way.

Try to rest as much as possible during the day, and slowly patrol the air in an airship at night, and let King Yinjiao hide when you encounter herdsmen, so that Song Ci can go up and talk to him.

After two nights of searching in this stupid way, Song Ci finally found a small tribe, spent money to buy a lot of fresh dairy products from herdsmen's houses, and inquired about the emperor's whereabouts without any trace.

It would be three days before Song Ci and King Yinjiao finally caught up with the emperor's patrol team.

At this time, it has been more than half a decade since Yujia came to the Mongolian tribes.

Ever since his body recovered to his youthful state, Emperor Kangxi especially loved going out to hunt in the city. During his tour of Mongolia, he did not forget to go to the field and conduct a siege in person. All the princes and princes of Mongolia praised him, saying that the emperor was as good as a man in his prime.

Among the accompanying princes, only Sibeile Yinzhen knew in his heart that the rejuvenation of Huang Ama's old body was inseparable from the bud that saved Honghui back then.

He looked at Hong Hui who was playing with his eighteenth brother in the distance, and he felt a hidden worry in his heart.

After Hong Hui recovered from his illness, Huang Ama repeatedly invited him to the palace to speak, and brought their father and son with him every time he went on tour.

Not only the resentment in the prince's heart is getting deeper and deeper, but the other brothers' eyes are gradually turning to the Sibeile Mansion, and the household department suddenly has a lot of inexplicable expenses in the name of the clan.

Yinzhen is not afraid of his brothers making things difficult. He is most afraid that the emperor's search for immortals will fail, but instead he will focus on Honghui. Thinking of those terrible legends about using boys and girls as medicine, he can't help being terrified.

Sibeile, who was almost grey-haired, didn't know that the culprit who disturbed everything was spying on him secretly, planning an earth-shattering event.

After finally finding the organization, Song Ci hid in the crowd wearing a cloak, wantonly tasted the exquisite snacks and all kinds of food prepared by the royal chef in the palace, occasionally made trouble for the Mongolian prince who was hunting, and took a close look at the people who fascinated thousands of girls elder brother.

After more than half a month of fooling around like this, Song Ci, who was playing in the lake, finally waited for the news that the eighteenth elder brother was critically ill.

Putting on the silver-gray feather coat with its own soft light effect, and riding the proud and mighty Silver Horn King, Song Ci hurried towards the imperial tent.

After seeing a row of princes and grandchildren kneeling outside from afar, he cleared his throat deliberately, and sang the official song "Wang Ning Mei" of the Red Chamber leisurely.

"One is Langyuan fairy flower, and the other is beautiful jade flawless. If there is no romantic relationship, I will meet him again in this life; if there is a romantic relationship, how will my heart be emptied! Ah~~~"

The melodious and sad singing drifted into the imperial tent, startling Emperor Kangxi, who was guarding his youngest son's sick bed, "Who is in charge outside? Where did the singing come from?"

"The servant will go and see immediately."

Wei Zhu hurriedly opened the two-layer curtain, and asked the little eunuch outside: "Long Live Lord, who is making noise outside?!"

Sibeile Yinzhen, who was kneeling outside the tent with a group of brothers and nephews, was startled by the familiar voice, and quickly got up and came to Wei Zhu's side, "Please tell Huang Ama quickly, eunuch People are coming!"

Wei Zhu, who had always been regarded as a confidant by Emperor Kangxi, naturally knew what kind of expert Sibeile was talking about, so he hurried back to the inner tent.

The bewildered brothers only saw a few words from the fourth brother, which made the chief executive, who is used to being moody and angry, lose his soul immediately. Returning Wei Zhu lifted the curtain high, and greeted Emperor Kangxi with an anxious expression on his face.

Regardless of the people around him, Emperor Kangxi followed the eyes of the fourth child and saw a mysterious woman riding a legendary horse that looked like a white tiger and beast, wearing a flying feather coat and a veiled hat.

Song Ci saw that he had fooled a group of dragon descendants and grandchildren with his brilliant appearance, held back his smile, and pretended to be serious and said: "I have a predestined relationship with Brother Eighteen, and I figured out that he has a problem, so I am here today to help."

Emperor Kangxi tried his best to suppress his beating heart, and raised his hand to signal to the inside of the tent, "That's it, my lady."

Song Ci was not polite, he took the first step, and left King Yinjiao to pretend to be a gatekeeper outside.

Just as Emperor Kangxi was about to follow him, he suddenly thought about the affairs of Sibeile's house, and waved to his fourth son Yinzhen, leaving Wei Zhu to guard the gate as well, to keep an eye on the jealous and suspicious elder brother beile.

After entering the imperial tent, Song Ci took off her veil and sat down next to the unconscious Eighteenth Brother. This was the first time she showed her true face in front of outsiders.

The ancients said that Ju Yi Qi nourishes the body. After years of intensive care by Song Ci, Ying Lian's originally weak and slender body has gradually grown, and her appearance has also changed greatly. As long as you don't look at the red rouge mole, Xue The family did not dare to recognize her in person.

Today's Yinglian looks exquisite, with a bright feather coat that shimmers faintly, and she sits there lightly, just like a fairy descending to the world, at least Emperor Kangxi and Sibeile Yinzhen firmly believe it.

The Eighteen Elder Brothers on the couch looked similar to Honghui's illness in the past, except that he didn't have pustules on his body. Just taking out the same golden flower buds would be enough to cure this illness.

But since Song Ci had other plans, he would naturally do a better job.

She took out a pink flower bud and squeezed it lightly on the patient's lips, and a drop of water glistening with white light fell into the crevice of the lip. The soft white light took a long time to disperse after a cup of tea.

This miracle completely bluffed Emperor Kangxi, he concealed the frenzied thoughts in his heart, nodded to Song Ci with a little respect and thanked Song Ci, and asked her why she rescued the eighteenth elder brother without beating around the bush.

Song Ci slowly revealed the upgraded version of the Wood and Stone Qianmeng. Following her narration, it seemed as if a plant of verdant Crimson Pearl Immortal Grass appeared in front of the eyes of the emperors of the two generations, as well as the jade pot holding the jade pot not far from the Immortal Grass. , A handsome boy who is seven or eight points similar to Elder Brother Eighteen.

Seeing that Emperor Kangxi and Sibeile Yinzhen were all immersed in the illusion she described, Song Ci was extremely proud.

The eighteenth elder brother's full name is Aixinjueluo Yinjin. He is the old favorite son of Emperor Kangxi and the third son of the concubine Wang of the Han Dynasty.He was supposed to die at the age of eight. His death not only involved the dethroning of the crown prince, but also the only little prince who was buried in Jingling by Emperor Kangxi himself after his death.

Song Ci deliberately saved his life in order to use his blood to improve the status of the Han people and truly become a Manchu family.

Just now Yinjin had already drank the spring water that could increase his lifespan by a hundred years, plus the miracles produced by the sap of the luminous tree in the magic world on his body, two generations of emperors would definitely support him.

Although a hundred years is not enough for "My Great Qing" to become the master of this world, it is enough for Song Ci to teach the surrounding countries.

Song Ci has long decided to live in the world of Red Mansions. Every few years, he will go to the pirates' lair and the bandit alliance. It's okay to blow the horn and turn around the hat to see if there are any lords who are busy rebuilding their homes all day long. Think about others.

Emperor Kangxi, who had regained his senses, looked at the young son who had recovered his life with pride and regret. He vaguely mentioned the method of cultivating immortals to Song Ci, hoping to find a chance to escape from reincarnation.

How could Song Ci cause this kind of trouble for herself, not to mention that she was not a genuine immortal at all, and where did she come from to cultivate immortality, it would be better to let Emperor Kangxi die as soon as possible.

"The emperor is the reincarnation of the emperor star. When he returns to the throne in the future, his merits and virtues will be perfect. Why bother to do these useless efforts."

Song Ci carefully looked at Emperor Kangxi's complexion, and said solemnly: "I see that the emperor's cheeks are flushed, probably due to erysipelas. Fortunately, the days are still young, and there are more than ten years to live."

Hearing this for the first time, Emperor Kangxi staggered and nearly fell, Yinzhen who was standing beside him hurriedly supported Huang Ama, and asked anxiously, "Is what the fairy said true? Is there a way to dissolve this erysipelas?"

"It's true, it's okay, what did I lie to you for?"

Song Ci looked like you guys are really making trouble for no reason, "If anyone can become a fairy by taking some pills, wouldn't there be more gods in the sky than mortals on the earth? Not to mention the pills made by the stinky Taoist monk Lai, Even they themselves don’t dare to confirm what it is used for, it’s just used to fool you wishful thinking people.”

"As for the method of resolving it, others can have it, but the emperor can't."

Yinzhen was puzzled and said: "Why is this? Didn't Honghui and the eighteenth brother also be rescued by the fairy?"

Song Ci said slowly: "The reason for saving Elder Eighteen is because he is predestined, and the reason for saving Elder Honghui is because he has not yet fulfilled his fate in the Ninth Five-Year Plan."

"The emperor's order is closely related to the rise and fall of the country, and it has long been recorded in the book of life and death by Yan Jun with a golden pen. It is easy to subtract some, but it is difficult to fill it in."

"It's a pity that the emperor is the supreme being misunderstood by monks and Taoists."

Song Ci flipped his hand and took out a silver box, "This nectar can save the emperor from suffering from illness, and he can die well."

Emperor Kangxi took the box with trembling hands, regretful in his heart.

If I had known that I had accumulated merits in previous lives, why would I have listened to the slander of those stinky Taoist priests and eaten some poisonous pills that would shorten my lifespan?

He didn't dare to blame the gods for coming too late, he just waited to repay those who dared to deceive the emperor's recommendation after returning to Beijing.

After doing everything he wanted to do, Song Ci didn't delay any longer, and got up to leave directly.

When Song Ci and King Yinjiao stepped on the lotus leaf transformed from the airship and rose into the air, they turned their heads and said to the two generations of emperors who had been watching her leave: "If you have any problems, you can go to the outskirts of the capital to solve the problem." Look for me at the Wuming Village at the foot of the Wuming Mountain."

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Don't think that you are the only ones who can sing those melodious sounds, everyone has it: get ready~sing!

Short-lived Ghost Orchestra: Today is a good day, everything you want can come true~

Monk and Taoist combination: ...