[comprehensive] superior skills

All the way north until the territory of Taiyuan Prefecture, Yujia stopped to rest for a while.

It was a beautiful month at this time, and the fertile land in the east of the river was full of good crops, and even the faces of the busy farmers between the ridges were filled with the joy of a good harvest.

If it weren't for the fear that the Khitan people would go south to hunt the grass valleys every time the grain was harvested, the people here could be considered well-fed.

Because he didn't want to disturb the people in the city, and didn't want to leave the soldiers alone outside the city during the first and possibly only imperial conquest in his lifetime, Zhao Zhen didn't accept the kind advice from the prefect of Taiyuan, and insisted on choosing the place where the imperial commander was stationed. On the open field.

He made such a choice because the Taiyuan Mansion did not take over the imperial palace. Instead of huddling in the not very spacious magistrate's yamen, it would be better to live in the detached villa provided by Yumei.

Speaking of the itinerary along the way, although bumps and sleepiness are inevitable, it still opened the eyes of Zhao Zhen, an emperor who is a nerd, especially when faced with all kinds of cheap things that Yumei offered, he deeply hated himself for why Those three incense sticks were never lit earlier.

Although Yu Jia refused to enter the city, the high-ranking officials of Taiyuan Mansion, Fu Jia and famous local snakes couldn't sit still, and all of them drove donkeys and horses and dragged carts towards the place where the emperor stayed.

These people also have their own small thoughts, even if they can't see the real Buddha kowtow outside the temple.At least with some incense, there will be more bragging capital at the banquet in the future.

With them joining in the fun, every day outside the encirclement of the garrison was blocked by truckloads of fresh fruits, miscellaneous foods, mountain delicacies and fine wines.

Xu knew that the Zhao family had always been diligent and thrifty, and the grown-ups who didn't want to flirt with others gave them things that were enough to show their intentions but not wasted.

Even if the offering is made so carefully, the emperor alone would not be able to finish it.

In the hot weather, things couldn't be saved, except for choosing the best ones for His Majesty to use, Chen Lin gave the rest of the food to Mr. Bao who was accompanying him after asking for instructions.

Bao Zheng, who lived in the exquisite two-story log cabin under the concubine's favor, looked at the bright windows and said quietly, "How can this house eat so much? Let's give it to the soldiers guarding the city."

Knowing that the Shangguan would not enjoy the rewards alone, Gongsun Ce comforted the situation: "Don't worry, my lord, the students have already distributed most of them, leaving only a small basket for daily use."

Bao Zheng nodded, and turned to the master who lost a lot of weight due to the long journey, "Where is the guard Zhan, but he went out with the princess again?"

Referring to the radiant young chivalrous man, Gongsun Ce said with a smile: "My lord expected it. During this journey, the princess used the name of the national teacher to treat the village and relieve the urgent needs of many people who have no money for medical treatment. Now that we are in Hedong, which has been repeatedly harassed by the Liao Kingdom, we must try our best to relieve the pain of the border residents who have been injured and disabled by the Liao people."

Hearing this, Bao Zheng, who was supposed to be delighted by his love, sighed in distress: "Princess is both good and evil, and she acts unruly, but also has a high level of evil and no one can beat her. I really don't know what to do. good."

If you only look at the matter of Concubine Li, the princess is just a villain who bullies the weak and has evil intentions; but along the way, she is willing to condescend to save the people, and even the beggars on the roadside have never looked down upon her. The inconsistencies are really puzzling.

"My lord, why worry about nothing!"

Gongsun Ce nodded and said with a light smile: "From the student's point of view, how can the princess take care of her own guards? You must know that there is a principle in this world where one thing is degraded by another!"

In front of the hall, teach your son to teach your wife by pillow, wait until the day is done, with Zhanwei's righteousness, maybe you won't be able to teach a good lady who is kind to others.

Bao Zheng couldn't help but stroked his beard and sighed, "I hope so."

There is really nothing to do, so I can only hand over this burden to Zhan Huwei, I just hope that he will not live up to everyone's expectations because of love.

At this time, Song Ci, who was undergoing a free clinic in the city, didn't know that someone was already planning how to subdue him with a royal cat, so he sent a small bottle of health pills to the old woman opposite as usual, "Old man, go back and give your daughter-in-law a daily meal." Taking three pills will ensure that her illness will disappear and she will give birth safely."

The old woman tightly held the porcelain bottle in her hand, and thanked repeatedly: "Thank you, Daoist, you are really a living god who saves the suffering!"

"Supreme longevity and blessings are all due to His Majesty's compassion and concern for all people. The poor are just following the destiny."

After saluting and bowing, Song Ci said with a smile to the people who were still queuing behind: "Today's time has come, if there is no emergency, please come back tomorrow."

Seeing that the sun was slowly setting, the rest of the people who were still queuing took the initiative to say goodbye and disperse on their own.

In the past few days, many people have been cured of long-standing illnesses by the Taoist priest, and it has long been known that there is an extra doctor in the city accompanying him.And he didn't take any money, so there is nothing to doubt.

Seeing that all the people in front suddenly disappeared, and even the Taoist who set up the stall looked like he didn't intend to see a doctor anymore, a young monk at the end of the line rushed over.

"Female Bodhisattva, my master has an emergency, please help him!"

Song Ci looked at the little bald head who was only about half the height in front of him, and said gently: "Why do you call me a female Bodhisattva? Don't you hear that others call me Daoist?"

"But you are obviously a female Bodhisattva who saves the suffering!"

The little monk stared at his big black eyes and asked suspiciously, "How can a monk tell a lie?"

"Little slick, you are a monk, but I am not!"

Song Ci pinched his chubby little face, "Where is your master? Why don't you see the doctor in person?"

"Master is in an abandoned house at the end of the street. Because Master was injured, he couldn't go out for alms, and I didn't have the money to treat him. I didn't know about the free consultation until today from a beggar."

The little monk frowned and begged: "Bodhisattva girl, please do me a favor and save my master!"

Zhan Zhao, who was standing beside him with his sword in his arms, suddenly said, "Little brother, why did your master get injured?"

Ever since she accompanied the princess to protect her safety, the patients she received in the past were all ordinary people from the countryside, and what she suffered from were only common and visible diseases.

Although he approves of the princess's extensive help, he is unwilling to let the people in the Jianghu who do evil and evil take the opportunity to benefit.

"My master was injured by those hateful Khitans!"

Thinking of his master who had been ill for a long time, the little monk said with righteous indignation: "That day, my master and I were begging for water in the village, but suddenly a small group of Liao soldiers appeared and killed everyone they saw, and even robbed the village of food. Of course, Master will not wait for death, he beat those Liao people away in a few strokes, but who knows there is another worst one hiding behind and stabbing people in the back, Master was injured when he could not dodge in time."

If it wasn't for the lack of doctors and medicines, why would Master be bedridden?

"It seems that your master is still a great hero!"

Touching the shiny forehead of the little bald man, Song Ci smiled to the guards beside him, "Zhan Zhao, why don't we go and see that master."

Although she has changed into a man's clothes at this time, her beautiful eyes cannot be covered, every time she looks at her, she seems to be hiding thousands of things in her heart.

It might as well crash straight into that puddle of autumn water, Zhan Zhao felt his heart skip a beat, hurriedly turned sideways and said, "Miss orders, Zhan dare not obey."

Seeing the cat's pointed ears that smelled like peach blossoms, Song Ci pursed his lips and smiled lightly, then put his arms around the little bald head's thin shoulders, "Let's go, let's go see your master now."

"Thank you, female Bodhisattva!"

The little bald head's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly ran a few steps to get ahead, "Bodhisattva, hurry up, my master is right ahead!"

"Understood." Song Ci responded and ran over with him.

For a moment, passers-by on the street only saw two dark blue shadows, one dark and one light, following a young monk hurriedly turning to the corner of the street.

After entering the dilapidated wing room that couldn't even stop the rain, Song Ci saw what kind of illness the little bald head was talking about about Master.

"This master is probably due to the high fever caused by suppuration due to the untimely treatment of the arrow wound on his back."

Zhan Zhao lifted the old monk's monk's robe that had been soaked in pus, and said with concentration: "For now, we can only goug out the rotten flesh near the wound. Otherwise, the lesion will not be cured, even if you take the best wound medicine, you will die." It doesn't help."

"Ah, do you still want to scrape bones to heal wounds like Guan Gong?" The little monk was startled, "Then Master doesn't hurt?"

"Some pain is better than no life."

Song Ci picked up the broken bowl on the table and sighed, "You are still so young. If there is no big monk to take care of you, I'm afraid you won't even be able to eat corn bread. There are many human traffickers out there, and they like to catch you, a pretty kid like you." Go back to the present!"

"Ah?!" The little monk was taken aback again, "Then it's better not to go to the street for alms until the master recovers from his injury."

"Miss!"

Zhan Zhao's deep eyes looked helplessly at the princess who was still free to tease the children, "I want to detoxify the master, please take care of the young lady for now."

"A doctor's parents are heartbroken, how can I temporarily escape as a doctor?

Song Ci tilted his head and stared back at the serious-faced Yumao, "Besides, the injured is an old monk. Are you still afraid that he will suffer?"

"Exhibition..."

Swallowing the unspoken words, Zhan Zhao simply turned his attention to the unconscious master.

He lightly burned the blade of the saber on the fire a few times, and then scraped across the hideous wound while it was still hot.Just as the little monk couldn't restrain his screams of fear, a smell of burnt flesh slowly spread in the room.

"All right."

Seeing the bright blood dripping from the wound again, Zhan Zhao frowned and said, "As long as you take the medicine on time, Master will no longer be in danger."

"Really? My master will be fine now?"

The little monk burst into tears with excitement, "It's great, Master is fine, Cheng Yin doesn't have to worry anymore!"

I wanted to add some good medicine for the sake of the old monk's sacrifice for the country, but Song Ci, who was looking for the medicine bottle, was shocked by the sudden sentence of the young monk.

She hurriedly grabbed the little monk's shoulder and asked anxiously, "Your name is Cheng Yin? What about your master? Is your master Master Liao Kong?"

"Bodhisattva girl, how do you know my master's name? Could it be that I said it before?" Cheng Yin asked blankly.

"Don't worry about how I know!"

Song Ci asked again: "Did your master bring something very important with you? Have you ever seen that thing?"

Hearing the female Bodhisattva's words, Cheng Yin was shocked first, then subconsciously looked at the big willow tree at the door, then shook his head desperately and said, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!"

Song Ci saw through his cover-up at a glance, "Did you forget what you said? As a monk, you can't lie! Is the blood cloud banner in the hands of your master?"

"Bodhisattva, do you also know about the blood cloud banner?" Cheng Yin said in a panic, "I don't want to lie, but Master said that you must never tell others about this."

Putting Master back on the bed and lying down, Zhan Zhao asked suspiciously: "Miss, what is the blood cloud flag?"

"The blood cloud banner is an evil thing full of evil spirit, it must never be left in the world!"

Song Ci glanced at him solemnly, then looked directly at Cheng Yin again and said, "If your master continues to keep the blood cloud flag, not only will he die, but dozens of lives will also be implicated! Don't you want to avoid it for him?" Is this catastrophe?"

Cheng Yin asked hesitantly: "Will Master really die because of the blood cloud banner?"

"I will! When you were nine years old!"

There is another sentence that Song Ci did not say, not only will Kong die, but Zhan Zhao will also meet the woman who dripped blood on his heart.

So whether it was for this invisible treasure that killed people or her own man's painstaking efforts, she would not let the matter develop.

Cheng Yin was so anxious that he was about to cry, "Then Master only has three years to live?"

"If you want Master Kong to continue to live, give me the blood cloud banner, and I will hide it where no one can find it."

Song Ci held his little hand, and said softly: "Hey, tell me, where is the blood cloud banner kept by your master?"

"The blood cloud banner was buried by Master," Cheng Yin choked up and pointed to the big water tank, "buried it under there."

"Good boy, you stay in the house and don't come out."

Song Ci got up and walked out of the house, waved his hand and lightly brushed the cover above, and it disappeared, leaving only the damp soil.

"Miss, let Zhan do this rough work."

Zhan Zhao, who was walking with her, took the wooden strip by the door and inserted it into the ground, flipping it over casually, and the big clumps of soil were thrown high and scattered with his movements, revealing one of the bundles wrapped in cassock.

"Blood cloud banner!"

Song Ci saw a faint light flashing in the cassock, and hurriedly shouted: "Catch it quickly! The blood cloud flag sees blood devouring people, if it escapes, Master Kong will be doomed!"

Zhan Zhao jumped up when he heard the words, and immediately hugged the cassock that was heading straight into the house with his backhand, "Miss, what should I do with this thing now?"

Feeling the violent struggle in his arms, he finally believed that what the princess said just now was true, and that there really are evil things that feed on blood in this world.

Song Ci reached out to Zhan Zhao's arms and put the banner that was still about to move into the ring, "From now on, there will be no trace of the blood cloud banner in the world."

"Miss……"

He lowered his head to look at the jade finger that touched his chest, and then extended along the snow-white wrist to the Taoist robe that was very similar in color to his own blue shirt. By accident, Zhan Zhao recalled the big red dress that he had seen in the boudoir of the princess mansion. .

That night, the two of them also overlapped each other in red clothes, as if from that night, the two people who had never met before were destined to be entangled for a lifetime.

"What's the matter?" Song Ci calmly withdrew his finger and asked very purely.

After taking a deep breath, he forcibly suppressed the increasingly out-of-control reveries in his mind, Zhan Zhao lowered his eyes and paused, saying: "Zhan is fine."

"Female Bodhisattva, did you really take away the blood cloud banner?"

Cheng Yin, who sneaked over at some unknown time, leaned on the door panel and asked cautiously, "I saw it was gone just now!"

"Hey, this is a little secret between us, you are not allowed to tell others, even the great monk can't tell it."

Song Ci put two bottles of pills in Cheng Yin's hands, "The bottle on the left is for your master, and the bottle on the right is for you. If one day in the future, you meet a girl named Lian Caiyun, take the birthmark on your arm Show her, remember?"

"Why did you show her my birthmark? Also, female Bodhisattva, how did you know? Could it be that I accidentally slipped my mouth again?" Cheng Yin asked in bewilderment.

"It's a secret and you still want to ask?"

Song Ci lovingly touched his little bald head, and stuffed a bulging purse into his arms, "I'm leaving, I'll see you again when I have time."

Cheng Yin, who was contemplating hard, found that the two people in front of him had disappeared, so he chased after the door and waved his hands at the far away figure, "Thank you Bodhisattva, I will remember your words!"

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Miss Lian is really an extraordinary woman, people can't wait to love her.Also, the little monk is super cute too.

Warm baby, okay~~

The following is the happy little theater

――――The daily life of the royal cat’s chastity defense.

As the wedding approached, many strange women suddenly appeared in Tokyo City, crying and shouting to reconnect with the son-in-law.

Lian Caiyun: "Zhan Zhao, I want my blood to drip on your heart!"

Meng Chunni: "Senior brother, this heart will not change, this feeling will not change."

Bai Rumeng: "Master Zhan, is the slave family really so similar to your fiancée who died young?"

Bai Xuemei: "Brother Zhan, do you still remember the plum blossom tree you gave me when I was young?"

Song Ci: "... I want to fight ten of them."