Empress Chongxilong who became a sick and weak emperor

The final chapter

The final day of the Witchcraft Competition is coming soon.

On the same day, Song Yan and Xu Huaiqing had breakfast outside and went to the county magistrate's place to get the battle post, and then turned a corner along the crowd and arrived at the most sacred platform.

Song Yan was still wearing the wizard costume, but Xu Huaiqing was different, it was a crisp robe.

Since he doesn't want to dance as a master, naturally only Song Yan is enough, after all, he is the one who came up with the idea.

There were a lot of people gathered around, some people even moved a bench to watch, surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside to join in the fun.

After all, today is the number one sorcerer in the Holy City, Yu Zun, who condescended to give a battle invitation to two fledgling boys, not to mention that the two hands that Mr. Ghost Face showed that day really stunned many people.

No matter what the result is, today will be a feast for the eyes, and the people in the holy city who are concerned about the witchcraft competition will not miss it.

People here have different minds, but the atmosphere is very harmonious, and as time goes by, there is no impatience.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the crowd, and everyone's eyes gathered in the past.

I saw sixteen children opening the way on the wide road, and the strong man carried a sedan chair covered with heavy purple gauze on all sides, and walked steadily towards the platform.Wherever he passed, the people gave way one after another, and even more believers fell to the ground directly.

Everyone was not surprised, and their faces showed joy. With such a grand ostentation and the iconic sedan chair, it could only be Wu Maosong.

"The Great Wizard is here!" someone said.

Song Yan held Xu Huaiqing's hand, and followed the common people with great interest.

At this time, Song Yan had an unobtrusive aura. If he didn't have the wizard robe on him, his simplicity would be overwhelming.

He didn't hate the other party's ostentation, after all, he worked hard to climb to the top for the sake of the scenery.

The person in the sedan chair stretched out his bony and old palm, pushed aside the curtain, and stepped out of the sedan chair steadily.

Wu Maosong was a very thin and refined old man, his gray and black hair was tied up, revealing a black and thin face with no decoration. He was wearing a thick and heavy wizard uniform, and he was holding a knot of black mahogany wood in his hand.

Compared with the mystery of other wizards, Wu Maosong has a kind of open-minded temperament.

He stared straight ahead as if there was no one else around, and walked up to the stage.

His status is extremely high, and he has not participated in the witchcraft competition for a long time, so before that, Song Yan and Xu Huaiqing only heard his voice but did not see him.

Song Yan's memory flooded back, and she remembered what Zhang Zao had told them about Wu Maosong.

Wu Maosong is a man with a distinctive style. His witchcraft is only used by two types of people. One is the poor and miserable people who don’t even have shelter from the wind and rain, and they are wandering around. , a big man with a name and a surname.

Different from Goddess Ma's straightforward money-making, Wu Maosong is more reserved and has a more dubious name. Even Zhang Zao admires him when he mentions it.

"Master Wu is here, where is Mr. Ghost Face?"

"I'm leaving." Song Yan said to Xu Huaiqing in a brisk tone.

Xu Huaiqing nodded and said nothing.He believed that Song Yan could handle it well.

Song Yan was quite reluctant to give up, and finally hugged her and walked straight to the stage.

Wu Maosong looked at the wizard who pushed aside the crowd and walked towards him, his eyes were indifferent as if he didn't pay attention at all.

Song Yan was the same, with no expression under the mask, looking at Wu Maosong with emotionless eyes.

This is the great wizard of the mortal world.

Song Yan took out the post and handed it to the attendant of the Holy Maiden's Mansion. The attendant nodded to Wu Maosong after confirming that it was correct, and then retreated.

Song Yan spoke first: "Compare to what?"

Wu Maosong felt relieved, he really was a brat, and the recklessness and arrogance in his words were undoubtedly revealed.

"Exorcism." Wu Maosong said confidently.

Song Yan nodded, this is nothing more than curing diseases and saving lives.

"Is there a time limit?" Song Yan asked quickly.

Wu Maosong was stunned, subconsciously said: "Of course, the sooner the better."

There is no wizard who does not like to procrastinate. People often like to see miracles in their eyes. The more a wizard contributes, the more extraordinary he is, and the people will feel that the money is worth it.

Most people invite wizards for peace of mind. In this case, the little wizards think they are happy and take the time to deal with it.

But the ghost face in front of him is not. He is very confident, and it is not rare to use the time he spends to make up for the lack of exorcism.

Yes is, no is not, he likes fast and good.

The attendants from the Holy Maiden's Mansion brought four people up at the right time, two dressed in expensive clothes and two in clean coarse linen clothes.

On the surface, all four of them were normal people with all beards and tails, and they had no obvious symptoms of loss of soul.

Song Yan noticed that the two men in brocade clothes had affluent bodies, thin skin and tender flesh, and they looked like they hadn't even done heavy work.

As for the other two, although their clothes were clean, their faces were exposed to the wind and the sun, their hands were thick with calluses and their restrained looks all indicated that their families were poor.

One rich and one poor, very distinct Wu Maosong style.

The eyes of the four fell on Wu Maosong with hope. Although they seemed to be no good to normal people, only they knew the pain inside.

Wu Maosong took the lead in ordering the two people in the middle, as usual, one poor and one rich, leaving the remaining two people to Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't pay much attention to it, she went up to ask for their names and then started to see what illness the two had.

The rich one is called Zhang Ye, and the poor one is called Liu Min.

Both of them didn't trust Song Yan very much, but because Song Yan was a wizard, he honestly explained the symptoms in detail.

Song Yan listened silently, and then penetrated a ray of spiritual power into the bodies of the two of them.

According to both of them, their symptoms are similar, they are all insomnia, every night there will be a feeling of the soul coming out of the body, and during the day they will lose strength.Zhang Ye couldn't even lift a teacup, and Liu Min's symptoms were milder, he couldn't even lift an axe.

Liu Mindao: "Recently, my son has been doing all the firewood chopping, and he can't do anything at all."

Zhang Yi has a servant at home to help, and the situation is better, but he is lying on the bed all day, like a living dead, and he will not feel comfortable.

The two of them couldn't stand while they were talking, and the servants of the Holy Maiden's Mansion moved two chairs to help them sit down.

Zhang Ye asked: "Is this difficult? The two people who Mr. Wu took over are in the same situation as us."

In order to show fairness, the patients brought by the Holy Maiden's Mansion are often haunted by the same evil spirits, so as to compare the level of wizards.

Song Yan drew out her spiritual power, stood up straight and said, "It's not difficult."

Song Yan once read the medical booklet of the imperial physician in the palace, which recorded this disease as a kind of intractable disease, but now it has been overcome, the method is acupuncture and moxibustion supplemented with decoction.

"This kind of symptom is described in medical books, and a highly accomplished doctor can solve it. I once saw an imperial doctor in the capital and cured this kind of disease."

During Xu Huaiqing's three years in Beijing, he did a lot of things, one of which was training and training doctors. Imperial physicians were placed in the streets of the capital to provide free medical treatment to those who were not wealthy, and by the way, let those who were interested in studying medicine watch and emulate.Song Yan was fortunate to see the process of imperial physicians studying and treating diseases.

However, Song Yan had never studied acupuncture, so he would definitely not be able to use it now, but it did not prevent him from promoting his extensive and profound medical skills.

Liu Min was stunned, because the words of Mr. Ghost Face were too understatement. Could it be that medical skills are more powerful than witchcraft?

Zhang Ye pursed her lips slightly, but said nothing.He is naturally more knowledgeable than Liu Min, and there are always doctors in the house, but he is safely raised in a corner of the house, and he does not seek a doctor for serious illnesses.He made up his mind to ask the doctor in the mansion carefully when he went back this time, to find out if it was true or not.

Song Yan took a handkerchief and put it on Zhang Yi's wrist, which was the most serious, and then put her hand on it and began to use spiritual power to slowly eliminate the lesion.

The slowness in his heart is actually to set things right in the breath of others.

This is a very wonderful feeling. Zhang Ye only felt a light air spread from his chest and spread all over his limbs in an instant. He felt a slight numbness in his hands and cramps in his feet immediately.

Zhang Ye covered her legs and bent over, screaming strangely: "Hiss——"

Song Yan withdrew her hand and moved the handkerchief onto Liu Min's body.

Liu Min is a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life. Song Yan couldn't help but ask when he input spiritual power, "Are you good at farming?"

Liu Min's sunburned face was slightly red, and he replied embarrassedly: "Yes, my ancestors did this." When he answered, he was proud.

Song Yan bragged about herself in front of seasoned farmers: "To tell you the truth, I am also good at farming."

His smugness was about to overflow.

Liu Min was stunned, and then sincerely praised: "Really? That's great!"

He could tell that this was a young wizard, and he was very peaceful, and he was even slightly treated preferentially because he was a farmer.

Song Yan listened.I am a little happy to increase the transmission of spiritual power.

After a while, Liu Min shook his hands, a little inconceivable: "I seem to have strength."

Zhang Ye next to him was already walking up and down the venue.

Song Yan nodded: "The exorcism has been completed."

His voice was very soft, but it was enough for the people in the audience to hear. Immediately, there was an uproar among the people. People who heard what he said clearly spread the word, and instantly spread the news that Mr. Ghost Face had completed the exorcism. .

"Is there a time before and after this time?"

"No, absolutely not! Master Wu is still busy." What he didn't say was that Wu Maosong was so busy, he was in a hurry, sweat beads could be seen from such a distance!

Wu Maosong panicked, this was supposed to be a matter of victory.He has known about this kind of thing before, so it stands to reason that he would have a better idea, and the Holy Maiden's Mansion also told him the useful things they knew first, but now, the boy he is not optimistic about is one step ahead of him, and the two Ren Zhi, who wanted to exorcise the evil spirits, was alive and kicking, while the two people in front of him looked at him expectantly, as if they were expecting him to show off his powers like the ghost face.

Wu Maosong was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood. If he was that powerful, he would have become a god long ago.

Is this speed humanly possible?

The people from the Saintess Mansion were still winking at him, but Wu Maosong could only pretend not to see it.

There are two options in front of him now, the first one is to hold on for a while to achieve results before admitting defeat, and the second one is to admit defeat directly.

Wu Maosong kept on doing nothing, turned to Song Yan, nodded and said: "The winner has been decided, my lord's sorcery is superb, far beyond my reach."

Bow your head to a young man, it's like pulling his face and stomping on the ground.But who makes a person who knows current affairs a hero?

The face of the host of the Holy Maiden's Mansion froze, and it took a while before he stepped forward and said: "Mr. Ghost Face wins!"

The people sitting on small benches under the stage gave thunderous applause. It was unbelievable that the well-known Wu Maosong actually conceded defeat in public.

Song Yan raised her hand to the audience, to be precise, it was for Xu Huaiqing.But the people didn't know, so they calmed down and looked at Song Yan with moistened eyes.

Song Yan was stunned, unable to bear it for a while, and didn't know what to say.

He thought about it: "Although Master Wu admits that my witchcraft is good, but this level of exorcism is actually profound, and a doctor with superb skills can solve it. Before I stepped into the journey of a wizard, I once met a highly respected person." doctor……"

This timing is absolutely good. Just imagine when most of the people in the Holy City will gather together and listen patiently and piously to what others have to say.

The witty person gradually felt that something was wrong after listening to it. This posture, the wizard seemed to be a doctor, and the reverence was almost overflowing.But they couldn't help but tilt their ears again and again, because the ghost-faced lord was like telling a story, full of fun.

In the end, this large-scale gathering smoothly evolved into popular science and external medicine.

There are many people who may not be able to emerge from Miaojiang in their entire lives, and the news is blocked. The local customs, topography, and the prevalence of medicine outside are too strange to them.

But people are born to grow continuously, and the quiet people here are silently absorbing the knowledge from outside.

Wu Maosong kept silent on the sidelines. Ghost Mian's knowledge was beyond what he thought. He watched Ghost Mian gradually gain the right to speak in the Holy City, and suddenly came up with a stupid idea—to lure Ghost Mian out of Miaojiang.

He clearly understood that Miao Jiang was a shabby household with nothing, compared with the capital, it was like a gap between the earth and the sky.

If Ghost Mian can increase his rank in the capital, then what's the use of Miao Jiang?At that time, wouldn't Miao Jiang's words come back to him?

Wu Maosong is brave and smart at the same time, this time he can only be aboveboard, because if he plays tricks and tricks in front of the most brilliant wizard, the offender will not know how he died.

Song Yan talked a lot, and finally returned the place to the county magistrate.

And the people who were about to leave after Song Yan left sat back on the bench because of the cool soup suddenly sent by the government.

After all, this free soup can be refilled for five bowls, and they can drink it slowly without losing anything.Except for listening to the words of the magistrate, to be honest, the words are not as good as the great wizard, but they are okay.

Song Yan found Xu Huaiqing easily, and the two wanted to go to the inn, but they were stopped by Wu Maosong's people who suddenly appeared.

The big man bowed his head in a low voice and said: "My lord, we wizards would like to ask your lord to discuss something important."

Song Yan looked at Xu Huaiqing, it was up to her daughter-in-law to make up her mind.

Xu Huaiqing called the shots: "Take us to see Wu Maosong."

The big man turned sideways to lead the way: "Please, both of you."

The big man led them to the nearest observation building, on which there was a room dedicated to Wu Maosong.

Wu Maosong was sitting in the room, seeing the two people coming in, they were still sitting steadily, did not get up, but raised their hands to let them sit down.

Song Yan and Xu Huaiqing sat opposite Wu Maosong.They had a rivalry in their hearts, if it was a Hongmen Banquet this time, Wu Maosong and his group would be able to resolve it by today at the latest.

If they were here to lure them into the group this time, the forces behind Wu Maosong could be overthrown without casualties.

Wu Maosong gestured with his eyes: "Who is this?"

Song Yan clasped Xu Huaiqing's hand and placed it on the table, saying indifferently, "My husband."

Wu Maosong groaned twice before he came back to his senses, and put on a rare smile: "My little brother's witchcraft is really something I have never seen in my life. It is high, it is high, but staying in the Holy City is not a little condescending?"

Song Yan continued to be indifferent, not accepting soft and hard words: "I don't think so."

Wu Maosong was choked by Song Yan's words, but continued to insist: "Compared to the holy city, the capital is a rare and good place. If I say, I can guarantee my younger brother to be promoted there, and he will not be a marquis." Question, do you still think the holy city is necessary?"

Xu Huaiqing finally looked up at Wu Maosong.

What kind of merit can be added to the rank of official rank?What's more, the words in Wu Maosong's mouth were clearly like giving away.

Song Yan immediately asked knowingly: "Can you buy the title?"

In the history of Daxing, he had seen people who were corrupt and bought officials, but they had never sold their titles. Wu Maosong, a figure in a small holy city, could he set a precedent?

"No and no." Wu Maosong denied it with a smile.

He couldn't help but leaned forward and said, "Can buying a knighthood be a worry-free life? I'll give it to my little brother. How could it be possible for you to fall into injustice the next day after being promoted to a knighthood? I'm talking about buying a knighthood." Jue is so upright and bright that even the emperor can treat you as a guest if you operate it properly."

Xu Huaiqing became interested: "Oh?"

He made a Zen seat quietly, and the news has not reached Miao Jiang, that is to say, he is the emperor Wu Maosong is talking about, and it is really worth listening to if he is interested.

Wu Maosong relaxed, as if the secret he was hiding was about to be revealed to outsiders at this moment, his neck turned red with excitement.

"It's true." Wu Maosong said.

Song Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Wu Maosong, waiting for him to confide slowly.

Wu Maosong beckoned and said, "Come with your ears."

Song Yan and Xu Huaiqing tilted their ears symbolically.

Wu Maosong said softly: "Do you know that the strangeness of the emperors of this dynasty is a sign of short life?"

"Actually, there are reasons for this. Every generation of emperors has been bewitched by gods without anyone knowing it since they became princes, and the person who put the bewitches is the remnants of the previous dynasty, and the accomplice is the Holy Maiden's Mansion."

"You two, as long as the Gu masters from the Holy Maiden's Mansion are escorted to the capital, the emperor will find out the truth, and when the time comes, it will be easy to add officials and ranks?"

Xu Huaiqing listened silently, took out a large piece of gold from his pocket and put it on the table, and waited until he heard the dull sound of the gold hitting the table before realizing that Wu Maosong was not here to sell news.

He heard himself ask: "Then do you know where they put the Gu?"

Wu Maosong didn't notice the dullness of the atmosphere, he was excited because of this big secret, he pointed to his head: "Crown."

"The crown prince and the enthroned emperor will be worn with a crown, and there are Gu worms hidden in it. When the ceremony begins, the Gu worms will enter the emperor's body according to the aura, produce child Gu, and finally the child Gu returns to the crown. The mother Gu stays in the blood and is replaced from generation to generation, and the Gu worms continue without dying."

Xu Huaiqing licked his lips, his heart was surprisingly calm, the grand ceremony was very grand, even if there were mosquito bites, no one could move at will.

This kind of time is simply the best time for Gu worms to live.

"The remnants of the previous dynasty." Xu Huaiqing muttered.

Wu Maosong heard the words and took the words again: "Yes! The remnants of the previous dynasty, but now it's unfortunate that everyone is dead, so I dare to tell you this and let you claim credit."

The Holy City is his comfort zone, and he can see the decline of the Saintess Mansion, otherwise he would not sacrifice a Saintess Mansion at this moment.

Xu Huaiqing denied, "I'm not dead."

His grandfather, father, and even his uncle, who was the crown prince, all died young. No one escaped this curse, except him.

And his ancestor of the Xu family, the founding emperor, was a man who was so wise and heroic that he was able to stabilize the world!

How could the remnants of the previous dynasty die? Hundreds of years ago, they rolled up dozens of boxes of gold and silver, and even had spare energy to invite a Gu master from Miaojiang, and finally waved their sleeves to escape their shells, and continued to live a prosperous life.

Xu Huaiqing used to think that he could ignore them. After all, they were safe, so he didn't have to kill them all.Unexpectedly, they had already pierced the sharp awl into the successive emperors of the Xu family.

Wu Maosong shut up suddenly, he finally realized that something was wrong, ordinary people would not do this, at least he should be happy.

Xu Huaiqing drew out the soft sword on his body, brushed it and inserted it into the solid wood table, he said coldly: "I spare your life, but all your net worth must be donated to the Holy City government within today."

Life is alive, money has to be kept.

"Who are you?" Wu Maosong was indignant, saying it was fate, if he had admitted it, he would have been sent to prison for bluffing and deceiving decades ago.

Xu Huaiqing looked at him and said slowly, "My surname is Xu."

Song Yan finally regained her sense of existence and took off the mask: "My name is Song Yan, and you should call me General."

Wu Maosong suddenly raised his hands, and the round pier he was sitting on collapsed, and the others also stood up.

It's a good move to blow yourself up.

Wu Maosong felt that he had to enjoy his old age in peace, so he pointed to the heels of his legs outside and followed him: "I'll go out and ask the government how to get there."

Wu Maosong gave the house to Song Yan and Xu Huaiqing, and closed the door thoughtfully.

In the silent atmosphere, Song Yan hugged Xu Huaiqing in her arms, and rubbed her head in silent comfort.

Xu Huaiqing's eyes were fiercely red, and his hands were shaking with anger: "I have to take revenge."

Song Yan replied: "Okay."

"That kind of crown that is not seriously damaged will not be replaced, it will only be repaired, and it will only be used during the enthronement ceremony. I said that it is usually fine. Once you become a prince and become an emperor, you will be sick. Come out, my uncle died when he was the crown prince..."

Xu Huaiqing felt that his speech was incoherent, and he was very angry.

Song Yan stroked Xu Huaiqing's back, not knowing what to say to comfort her.Originally, those people could live a long life, but long live long live has become a reminder.

Xu Huaiqing calmed down: "We have to go back to the capital, I'm afraid that even the current emperor will also suffer disaster."

They didn't designate a successor, so naturally they didn't know who succeeded.

Song Yan paused for a moment before saying suddenly, "No need."

Xu Huaiqing suddenly got up from Song Yan's arms, and asked seriously, "Why?"

Song Yan was innocent and embarrassed, he said shyly: "When we left, I packed everything you used, including the clothes and accessories of being the prince and emperor, even the dragon bed, and naturally there are two crowns."

It can be said that, except for the floor tiles, he brought out everything that had contamination with Xu Huaiqing.

If it weren't for the trouble and noise of prying the floor tiles, he really wanted to take it away.

Xu Huaiqing suddenly pulled away from his sadness: "The dragon bed? It's still there!"

"I made a dragon bed one by one." When leaving, the maid said that the dragon bed was much newer.

Xu Huaiqing said silently, "What about the two crowns?"

Song Yan answered cautiously: "Naturally, it was reproduced. It's actually not very difficult."

"Now they are all in a space I have specially set aside..."

Xu Huaiqing was uncontrollably vigorous like a leopard, pressed the back of Song Yan's head to his lips and kissed her, it was so damn sweet.

Song Yan was dizzy, she pulled out a little consciousness and sighed, how does His Majesty look like a piece of melted sugar.

……

The Holy City was surprisingly easy to clean up. The Holy Maiden's Mansion became a special place for storing ancient books, and the number of wizards dropped sharply. The most famous ghost-faced wizard always persuaded the believers to seek medical treatment. Create something more miraculous than him.

And the hidden guards far away in the capital moved, and overnight, a prominent family in a wealthy place was massacred, and the biggest crime was chaos.

The author says:

Finish spreading flowers!