[Qing Chuan] I will be the national teacher for Kangxi

Zhang Tingyu swallowed his bitterness and took the order to go down. All the imperial officials waited for a while to make sure that Kangxi did not intend to continue to catch the unlucky guy and talk about family affairs. Please, my lord, the destruction of the tomb of the former eunuch Wei Zhongxian and the demolition of all Wei Zhongxian's ancestral halls has now been completed. You ordered the minister to follow up and supervise the demolition in private, this is the note recorded by the minister along the way."

"Did anyone have dirty hands and feet during the demolition?" Kangxi asked directly, "What's left?"

The old man: "There are no ancestral halls left. There is only a pair of tomb-suppressing beasts at the tomb of Biyun Temple. Strange to say, these tomb-suppressing beasts cannot be smashed with a stone hammer. I don't know what material they used in the first place." What I did, I think, since this tomb-suppressing beast is extremely rare, and since it cannot be disposed of, it is better to send it to the Ministry of Industry, if it can be analyzed and how to make it, it may be used in various aspects such as building defense, please make a decision."

"What should I decide? Please let me take a hammer to hit the tomb-suppressing beast?" Kangxi smiled at the old fool, "Send it to the Ministry of Industry according to your wishes. It's just a pair of tomb-suppressing beasts. You old man Guy, it looks more and more like Sony's old-fashioned and old-fashioned way!"

"..." The old man suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, Kangxi: "Oh. If Sony is still here now, I don't know how the child Baocheng believes in demons, so I don't know how he will react. Tell me, what has deceived these sons of mine. I really need to find someone Taoist, isn’t Tan Shoucheng from the Quanzhen Sect not good? It’s in the Baiyun Temple in the capital, why bother to look far away, find an unknown demon, and fall into the pit..."

The old man: "..."

Master Zhang take me, I want to go with you.

Qingyang has no way of knowing what happened in the South Study Room, and he must be furious to know: Did I initiate it?Your gourd babies are sent up one by one by themselves, and the gourd vines force me to grow in the courtyard. What's wrong with me, they were the first to throw themselves into their arms and send them to the door-ah bah, they sent them to the door themselves!

"Old lady, you haven't taken care of yourself yet, so you have to come with me." Qingyang supported Xiaozhuang and supervised the workers at Chunsheng Restaurant together, "If you feel dizzy or dazzled, tell me, and I will send you off go back."

At this time, Xiaozhuang posted a blessed talisman, which was the image of an old lady with a round face: "No, I won't go back. How interesting is this, little boss, tell me? How can this thing be so bright all the time? This color? If it can replace candlelight—”

"Uh, that's not possible," Qingyang said regretfully, leaning close to Xiaozhuang's ear and lowering his voice, "This is a commercial secret! I'll tell you secretly, it's full of ghosts! You just touched this Guanqing The light, it was provided by Mastiff—"

"..." Xiao Zhuang withdrew his hands expressionlessly for a moment, and even took the handkerchief of the ghost servant next to him, and wiped it vigorously a dozen times.

"Hey! Didn't I say you have to pretend like this here? You can't understand the words, and you can't read the picture given by the boss?"

While rubbing, some quarrels occurred among the craftsmen.

These artisans hired by Qingyang are not only Han Chinese, but also Westerners. It is not convenient for them to communicate, and their ideas are completely different. Quarrels are common, but this time Qingyang and Xiaozhuang, who will soon succeed the shopkeeper, both Now, the Han craftsman ran over angrily: "Tell me, boss, I told you that this place should be decorated according to the picture you gave, and he is talking about making trouble there."

The Westerner's expression was angry and tired, but he still walked over and talked a lot with gestures and words.

Han artisans: "Stop rambling, who can understand!"

"I understand, let me translate it for you." Qingyang turned his head and said to the Han craftsman, "He said that this place is not coherent and does not meet my initial requirements, so he thinks that some changes should be made."

Not only the Han craftsmen were a little stunned, but even Xiaozhuang was stunned. As far as she knew, it wasn’t that Xiaodong’s family had never been to a private school before, so they supported Nalan Rongruo’s private school and gave the children in the narrow alley a chance to study ?Why, can you understand even Western dialect?

Han craftsmen also thought, wouldn't it be the owner's nonsense?

As a result, in the next second, Qingyang turned his head and communicated with the Westerner in a language they absolutely did not understand, and the expression of the Westerner gradually eased. It was obvious that Qingyang was indeed speaking authentic Western dialect.Occasionally, the conversation stumbles, it seems that the Westerners did not understand the words Qingyang said. At this time, the Westerners will be confused and politely say: "Afraid?"

Qingyang changed several words in a row, and finally had to describe it in long sentences, and the explanation made him want to scratch his head.

That's why in the private school, he chose to let Yinzhen teach the children Western dialect instead of teaching it himself.The English he knows is the language of the 21st century, and many words are different from now, so teaching students will cause trouble to them.

Xiaozhuang came over like an old child in a daze, and listened with pricked ears. After they finished communicating, the craftsmen walked away in admiration, and asked, "What does 'fear' mean?"

This is the sentence she hears the most, remember the thief.

"..." Qingyang suddenly felt ashamed, blushed, and said vaguely, "I learned Western Chinese by myself, and my words are so bad that he didn't understand, please repeat it. And it's not because I'm afraid, It's Pardon, with such a strong accent they can't understand it."

Oh self-taught, no wonder.The little boss is really hardworking.

Xiao Zhuang nodded, silently recited the newly learned language, with a serious expression on his face: "Little Boss, I have two things I want to tell you."

"What?" Qingyang quickly supported Xiaozhuang, guessing based on the experience of raising Yuanyuan and Mastiff, "Are you dizzy? Do you want to eat incense?"

Xiao Zhuang: "..." How does the small owner usually support Chen Yuanyuan and Aobai, "No, I just want to say, since I will be the shopkeeper of Chunsheng Restaurant in the future, I also want to learn Western dialect. Yes, this bright tube can’t hold ghost energy, but can it hold Buddha energy?”

Xiao Zhuang said calmly: "I think those two stinky monks haven't paid any silver back yet. Is it a debt collection? It just so happens that there is no golden ghost here."

Qingyang: "..."

Mother-in-law plucks wool, and she is ruthless.

The renovation of Chunsheng Restaurant took several months. Cyberpunk is definitely not a concept that can be presented in a small box, and the impact will be greatly reduced.Qingyang directly opened up half of the restaurant, the left half still maintains the old style of small boxes, one box and one theme, and the right half, several floors have been opened up to create an open environment. Seeing the night scene of the cyberpunk city, everything seems real, as if the world is divided, half real, half crazy dream.

When the project was actually completed, it was already September, and it was the season when the golden osmanthus blossomed. Qingyang specially mobilized everyone to pick a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus, whether it is for food or drinks, it is a good choice: "Hey, I will make it for the ancestor later. A sachet to fumigate the statue."

All the ghosts were full of enthusiasm when they heard that there was something to eat and drink.Although it's their turn, Qingyang's food is definitely not made by himself, but Qingfu Restaurant's food is not bad!

Only Zhao Gongming felt a little chilly, and hid in the side hall and chatted with the other four colleagues: "Look at the statue in the main hall...the one in the middle, why do I feel something is wrong. Was it like that at the beginning?"

They looked into the main hall together, and Xiao Jingui was busy up and down inside.The curtains also need to be renewed and washed frequently, and the statues of gods must also be kept clean at all times.Xiao Jingui was stepping on the ladder at this time, carefully cleaning the dust accumulated in the folds of San Qingxiang's clothes, obviously not noticing anything unusual at all.

"No, I don't think there is a difference." Liu Yuanda smoked the incense, his chubby face was full of doubts.

"Is there really something different?" Zhang Yuanbo hesitated, "The eyebrows are raised a bit, and the bridge of the nose has also become higher... It's just that the changes are so small that Brother Liu can't even notice them, let alone face the gods every day and get used to them a little bit. The changed little Jin is expensive."

"That one, you don't want to reveal the truth, right?" Zhang Yuanbo murmured, "But—why?"

The five fell silent.

They didn't understand from the beginning to the end why that person appeared in Xiao Jingui's Taoist temple. According to Xiao Jingui's attitude and meaning, he clearly invited Sanqing, why that person would squeeze Sanqing out for no reason, and never 33 days ago, he descended here. He concealed his identity in every possible way before, but now he wants to reveal the truth and let Xiao Jingui know his identity?

"...At this speed, Xiao Jingui will have to wait a year to find out, right?" Liu Yuanda choked speechlessly while holding the incense, "I can't see the difference as long as you two have sharp eyes!"

Do you want Xiao Jingui to know, or do you not want Xiao Jingui to know? Such a lingering struggle is completely different from that character!

Just as they were thinking about it, they saw little Jingui climbed down the ladder, washed his hands, took out a very miniature sachet, about the size of a thumb, and enshrined it in front of a similarly miniature statue. Finished and left.

A few seconds later, a black figure turned around from behind the statue, and looked down at the small sachet for a while.

Then, seemingly condescending, he quickly picked it up and hung it on his belt in a daze.

Very good, slip away.

Lord Wuling: "..."

A lot of money is needed for a pair of eyes that have never seen this scene! !

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"Come on, old lady." Qingyang supported Xiaozhuang, and came to Chunsheng Restaurant again, but this time he came to inspect the completion status, and asked Xiaozhuang to evaluate and evaluate by the way, "I specially asked you not to come for a few months , I just want to leave a surprise—look!"

Qingyang pushed open the door, and a fragmented new world full of visual impact was presented in front of Xiaozhuang.

Qingyang made a big scene, did not choose the indoor environment, but showed the night view of the cyberpunk city through a whole half of the restaurant.The black roads and towering buildings, under the reflection of neon lights, change unpredictable and mysterious colors that belong to science fiction.

This scene is completely indistinguishable from any place Xiao Zhuang has seen in her life. The flowing luster of neon tubes and the cold buildings with sharp lines make her feel a little dazzled, but at the same time, she has a kind of fascinated yearning.

This is a grim world, a dark world. She put her hands on the support pillars wrapped in neon cables and drawn with silver stripes, and she could almost feel the emotions conveyed by this scene, anger, hatred, pain, sadness... ...All emotions are clamoring under the changing lights, as if all of them are resonating with her chest——

"Welcome to Unit A0000001."

Xiao Zhuang: "Hey——"

"Old lady!" Qingyang strode up to support Xiaozhuang, turned his head and blamed, "I said your appearance was too abrupt."

With the blessing of the talisman, the ghost servant who directly disguised himself as a robot felt wronged: "Sister Yuanyuan taught me that you can extort money like this."

Xiaozhuang just came back to his senses: "...??"

The ghost servant is straightforward: "Someone was scared and beat me, so I pretended to be dead, and then they compensated."

Qingyang: "...I run a restaurant and not a black shop! In the future, such behaviors are strictly prohibited!"

Only then did Xiaozhuang show an expression of approval, and Qingyang said: "What if we are wronged. And we are not so bad, we must focus on bigger and thicker wool! You will be able to do it right now." What to do if you scare the sheep away."

Xiaozhuang: "..."

The ghost servant pretending to be a robot suddenly felt that it made a lot of sense, and he thought he would tell other shift workers not to steal chickens and lose money, and at the same time returned to his state professionally: "Welcome A0000001 to the world of cyberpunk, Food, water, and clothing can only be exchanged for food, water, and clothing here if you earn enough cybercoins. You can choose to accept tasks to earn cybercoins, or you can choose krypton gold, which means buying cybercoins directly with silver.”

Xiao Zhuang started to frown when she heard this, she felt that it was a bit troublesome, and when she was old, she just wanted to pay for a meal easily.

In the next second, the ghost servant said, "The menu and clothing selection list are shown below."

As soon as the ghost stepped on the ground Qingyang had designed the illusion circle, Xiao Zhuang only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a long list appeared in front of him. Among them, there were countless choices of food, and it was completely different from ordinary food. Similar, very sci-fi, Xiao Zhuang recognized a very small part, which is somewhat similar to Western food, but there are golden light patterns on it!However, any food with gold patterns is obviously several times more expensive.

Qingyang chuckled: "Buddha's light, the expensive money is considered as the monk's blessing fee."

Looking back, there are all kinds of clothes... Don't be mistaken, those are not simple clothes. Cyberpunk clothes, of course, refer to the most classic-prosthetics!

Qingyang directly asked the ghost servant to give Xiao Zhuang a transparent right arm. Through the strange transparent shell, Xiao Zhuang could actually see the mechanical gears meshing and running finely, and the blood vessels were blue and red neon lines , It's weird and exciting, it makes people's scalp numb and stimulates the adrenaline hormone excitement at the same time.

"Actually, this is a no-cost business!" Qingyang held a handprint and put it on Xiaozhuang's transparent prosthetic limb. Xiaozhuang was shocked and somewhat disappointed to see that his arm had returned to its original state, "This is all an illusion. There is a magic circle under our feet, which is connected to the outside of the restaurant, and it is specially used for this."

This is the reason why Qingyang must be present during the construction. He has to set up the magic circle in advance. It's just a chance to earn extra money, to replenish the energy of the magic circle.

Xiao Zhuang turned down: "The arm from before is just the most basic?!"

Qingyang looked at Xiaozhuang's expression and smiled: "Yes."

You know, among the many games in later generations, what is the most profitable?How long was the purchase?Buy a hero?No!Is to buy skins that don't have any eggs! !

Xiaozhuang and Qingyang couldn't help sighing at the same time.

Xiao Zhuang: As expected, he is the Taoist leader who can attract the attention of many great-grandchildren of my family. Such an unheard of and unseen scene, I am afraid that he has reached the perfection of Taoism and has seen through the three thousand worlds!

Qingyang: Let's see, if I don't steal all the wallets of those who entered the building, I will lose!

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After seeing the appearance interface with Qingyang, the enthusiastic old lady suddenly tried many tasks, and finally dragged the old lady who seemed to have a little Internet addiction and the first signs of collecting addiction out of the house, locked the Chunsheng Restaurant, and prepared A few days later, when I sent a letter to Yinzhen to confirm when it would open, several fast horses came galloping along the street.

The leader climbed down from the horse: "Master! Master!"

"Don't take kneeling peers, don't break my life." Qingyang saw that the man was about to kneel when he got off the horse, and slipped his collar, "Aren't you from His Royal Highness? What?"

For some unknown reason, the man's eyes were evasive: "The master followed the saint on a tour to the south, but when he visited the Yellow River, he caught cold and suddenly had a high fever, which had been going on for several days, and the imperial physician who followed him couldn't do anything. Hurry up, quickly bring down the silver prepared for Master!"

The people behind hurriedly moved the boxes down, there were ten boxes—but they were all small boxes.

With all due respect to Qingyang, it is really small.

Qingyang: "..."

Has the crown prince communicated with His Royal Highness the Ninth Highness? Where did the misunderstanding come from? He thinks that he counts silver in boxes, not taels?

Xiaozhuang stopped Qingyang: "No. Wait."

What should the prince do when he is sick?The master can only catch ghosts, but can't cure diseases.Moreover, this person's face is flustered, his eyes dodge, there must be a ghost,

Qingyang has already reached out to grab the box: "Forget it, forget it, if you can earn a little bit, you are a fool if you don't earn money."

Xiao Zhuang said angrily with a bit of resentment: "If you earn money, you have to spend your life! Don't mention anything else, so what if you go, do you know medical skills?"

Qingyang started calling Chen Yuanyuan to carry the boxes, and said naturally: "Yes."

Xiaozhuang: "???"

Xiaozhuang couldn't help it: "I heard from Rong'er that you never went to a private school?"I was imprisoned in the temple since I was a child, and all I was exposed to was Taoism and how to support the gods. Every day, I used my small body to cook for the master and do housework. Taoist...

But after these few days of contact, Xiaodong clearly understands aesthetics, Western dialect, painting, and medical skills.Well, people who have attended private schools don't necessarily understand these things, do they?

Qingyang also felt that Xiaozhuang's question was strange: "Yes, I taught myself!"

Xiao Zhuang: "Here, how do you learn by yourself?"

Doesn't it mean that you are trapped in a Taoist temple every day, enslaved by your master, and you are not allowed to go out at all, you can only read books related to Taoism and learn to make offerings to gods, is it very pitiful?

Qingyang said: "Master, give me the book. I'll read it and practice it with ghosts, and I'll be fine." Speaking of this, Qingyang recalled his heavy daily schoolwork when he was a child, and couldn't help turning his eyes red, "Then At that time, I was really pitiful... I really want to go to a private school!"

Being able to go to school to attend classes, the learning task is too - too easy.

Qingyang said so with all his words.

"Son... remember..."

In the temporary mansion where the emperor made his southern tour, the imperial physician tremblingly took the prince's pulse. The prince's skin was always white, his cheeks were flushed, and he uttered indistinct broken words in a drowsy state.

Kangxi asked with an extremely ugly face: "I have taken so many pulses for so long, and I have taken so many heavenly medicines! Why does the prince show no signs of improvement? Have you diagnosed any problem yet?!"

The imperial doctor was filled with fear, and knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty, according to the pulse of this humble minister, it is just a common wind and cold. After a few prescriptions, it should be better by now. Even if you change people again, you can only come to this conclusion." A conclusion!"

He was terrified, not because he was afraid that Kangxi would punish him for his crimes, but because he was afraid that the prince of the Qing Dynasty would die so vaguely on the southern tour, right?

Kangxi sat beside the prince's bed and didn't speak for a long time, but the eunuch at the side winked and told the imperial doctor to go down quickly, don't wink.

Kangxi took a deep breath, stood up, and looked out the window: "Is the master you invited here?"

"Your Majesty, there is still some distance between here and Qinhuai. Hurry up and go to invite the Taoist priest according to the speed. I am afraid that he will only arrive at Qinhuai."

Kangxi looked at the shadow of the osmanthus trees outside the window, feeling an indescribably heavy heart.He even regretted it for a moment, if he hadn't made the southern tour in advance and hadn't brought Baocheng with him, wouldn't this incident not have happened now?But well, why did Baocheng suddenly get such a serious illness? It was clear that Baocheng was still healthy and healthy before he went to inspect the Yellow River.

He couldn't help but recall what happened when he first arrived at the Yellow River embankment.

Although Kangxi said that he would tour the south in advance, it was a big event after all. After the arrangements were made, he still had to wait until the end of August before he could travel.

The emperor was unpredictable, and he did not reveal to the four sons accompanying him that this time the southern tour was ahead of schedule, specifically for the purpose of eliminating demons. He followed the original plan along the way, and even stopped at the Yellow River to inspect the water control situation.

"Since you have the successful experience of the Yongding River, why not continue to use it? I want you to use stone as the raw material for the dam, from Xuzhou to Qingkou. In this way, the disaster of the Yellow River will be overcome." Kangxi stood already The bank of the Yellow River, which was prone to flooding, faced Zhang Penghe.

"Your Majesty can't do it." Zhang Penghe said bluntly, "It depends on the local conditions. The Yongding River and the Yellow River——"

"Your Majesty!" There was a panicked noise from the prince's entourage, and the accompanying eunuchs ran all the way in a panic, "Your Majesty is not well, Your Highness suddenly fainted, as if he had caught a cold."

Kangxi didn't even realize it, he didn't even say a few words to Zhang Penghe, he just arrived at the temporary mansion, and when they were resettled, Baocheng was also very normal, how could he faint, how could he be so cold? awesome?

However, it was so unreasonable that the accompanying imperial physicians were all called to check the pulse, and they all said that it was a cold or fever, and it would be fine with a few medicines, and it would not be a big problem.

With so few medicines, it lasted for three full days.

The imperial physicians were helpless, and they could only ask the serving maidservants to change the cooling veil every day and night.During this period, Kangxi was so anxious that he could hardly pay attention to the cryptic question, if the burning continued like this, would it affect the future of the prince?The imperial physician could only comfort Kangxi: Generally speaking, according to the degree of fever of the prince, although the fever lasted for three days, as long as he can recover, it is unlikely that hidden diseases will remain.

Kangxi listened to it, but he didn't seem to listen. He stopped all his affairs and personally interrogated everyone who accompanied him or had contact with the prince one by one, wondering whether the fever was caused by poisoning.But the imperial physician also said that this is wind-cold, not poisoning.

But besides strict investigation, what else can he do to help Baocheng?

On the other side of the room, on the bed, Yinfeng was also suffering.

Sometimes his consciousness was blurred, and sometimes he was sober. He only felt that his whole body was hot like a fire at one moment, and as cold as a river at the other, which repeatedly wore down his will.

Among the many pains, only the aphrodisiac charm with a funny name in the palm of his hand was like an extremely strong life-saving straw, firmly grasping his soul, preventing him from being wiped out like this, and preventing him from falling into darkness completely .

Kangxi seemed to hear a vague voice coming from the prince, and seemed to be muttering something in pain. He hurriedly strode over, pushed away the maidservant who panicked and said to be careful of contamination, put his ear close to Yinfeng's lips, and carefully distinguished What is he saying:

"Mother... Queen Mother... Ama... Huang Ama... Big... Master, Qingyang, Qingyang, save me!"

Yinreng's whole body was exhausted, only the hand that had been integrated into the aphrodisiac talisman was tightly clenched, as if holding the last amulet.

"..." Kangxi straightened up abruptly, his face turned blue and white for a while, distressed and angry were intertwined on his face, and finally he said angrily, "Come here! No, you, it's you. You are the prince's man. You must know Master Qingyang. Right? Invite him here, I want to see, what is he capable of bewitching the prince when he is seriously ill, and he is still counting on him to save his life!"

Kangxi even had a very unacceptable conjecture - that Qingyang, according to the secret report, looks good, the prince misses a Taoist priest so much, it can't be -

No, no, what did the boss say?What about the third child and the ninth child?These three people have very different personalities, and their hobbies are also completely different. Could it be that they are all the same as the prince?

Kangxi's eyes turned cold: the way of demons harms the country, so naturally there are demonic methods of bewitching.For the sake of success, for the sake of the boss, the third child, and the ninth child, and for the foundation of the Qing Dynasty, this person must be eliminated!

He immediately walked to the door, making up his mind to let people keep an eye on his four sons, and they must not give them a chance to send a message to Qingyang, just as he was about to open the door——

Lao Jiu's voice was right outside the door: "Oh, I see that Huang Ama sent someone to invite the master, and when I saw the team, I panicked."

The third child also said sadly: "Not necessarily coming... The master scraped the oil and water like that. I don't think that person has any money when he goes out. Will the master care? Or, let's crowdfund it? Help the second brother invite the master ?”

Boss: "—Don't fucking look at me! I only have coins in my pocket now!"

There was a "boom" sound outside the door, as if someone had been pushed against the wall, and the ninth and third sons made ruthless voices together: "Copper coins are also money, the master doesn't want us, take them out!"

Kangxi: "..."

Ok……

He began to feel that his thoughts just now were misunderstood.

The prince on the bed also began to feel restless. Kangxi, with complicated psychology in mind, turned back to Baocheng's bed in a few steps, and saw that Baocheng didn't know if he was awake. Hold out a hand: "Silver...silver...prepare the silver...have to...give the money..."

Kangxi: "..."