A major case that shocked the government and the public was finally solved, but Du Shangshu covered it up with one hand.
Song Yang didn't know anything about this. Tomorrow, the first day of February, was the day of the general election. He didn't have much time left, but he still had important things to do. When he got up early in the morning, he ran to the drug store and bought some strawberries.
, Lotus root, Jianhanyi, Ziyuchi, Mifancao seeds, Shuirendan... The medicinal materials in the middle earth are very different from the names in the previous life. This is not surprising, after all, it was not tasted by a Shennong. Song Yang
I bought these six herbs in total, and they are all very common. Their 'status' is similar to that of tangerine peel and astragalus from my previous life. They can be found in any drug store.
Returning to the post house, Song Yang opened several pots at the same time and carefully fried the six medicinal herbs. At this time, he could see the skills passed down by Dr. You. The pots, medicinal materials, different methods, and different heats, Song Yang was busy.
There was no mess, and there wasn’t even a single stain on the clothes. I was busy working hard, and Princess Chenghe suddenly came to visit...
"How is that possible!" Ren Churong's eyes widened.
Song Yang smiled bitterly: "The great master cannot escape illness, nor can he escape death."
Not long ago, his predecessor Chu Rong asked him to check on Chen Hui's situation. Since then, Song Yang has been unable to get away. The princess only said that nothing happened, but there was a lot of commotion in the post house last night. She also got the news and made a special trip
Come and ask.
Song Yang told everything about Chen Hui truthfully. Ren Churong was surprised but also a little emotional. He picked up the tea cup and sipped it. Song Yang changed the subject and asked abruptly: "The forces in the imperial court should be strong."
Complicated, right?”
Ren Churong didn't expect him to ask this question so he nodded subconsciously and responded casually: "There are those who are close to Tibet, some who are close to Yan, some who are content to live in peace, and some who are eager to fight. I can't explain it in one or two sentences."
"Where is the emperor? What does he think?"
There was no one around. Ren Churong was cautious but not stingy. She didn't take the two comments about the emperor seriously: "The emperor is young and usually doesn't have many ideas. He has no achievements and no faults. He is quite satisfactory."
Song Yang nodded: "Then what if..." As he said that, he frowned slightly, as if he felt that it was not appropriate to say the words like this, and raised his hand to catch Ren Churong's crotch. Ren Churong never expected that he would be like this, and he was immediately ashamed and angry.
But before she could say anything, Song Yang opened the palm of her hand, stretched out his fingers and slowly wrote a few words in it.
When he finished writing, Ren Churong's face was filled with astonishment, and his voice was wary: "What do you want to do?"
Song Yang let go of her hand: "I'm just curious, just ask."
Ren Churong's eyes narrowed into crescent moons again, staring at Song Yang firmly: "No one dares to mention such a thing, let alone ask!"
Song Yang smiled: "It's okay if you don't tell me. I'll take a guess. If I guess it's right, please nod...your father."
Ren Churong hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slowly: "That's right." After that, she didn't stay any longer, and when she walked to the door, she slowed down again, turned back to Song Yang and said in a deep voice: "You... don't scare me.
, must not mess around.”
Song Yang looked very happy and smiled: "Don't worry, do you think I look like a fool?"
"Like!" Ren Churong said the last word and left. After returning to Hongbo Mansion, he immediately sent an order to train his subordinates: "Check, what Song Yang has done and bought these days, I want to know every move!"
Then she seemed distracted all afternoon.
It's time to hold the lamp.
Song Yang was fiddling with new clothes... He was in the room of the Hong brothers, fiddling with the new clothes that the Hong brothers had prepared for meeting the emperor tomorrow.
Now is the time to eat. The three Hong brothers are not in the house. Song Yang whispers softly: one is Luan Shi Guo, one is Hua He Gen, and one is Jian Hanyi... The secretly prepared medicinal powders of the three flavors are used by Song Yang.
They were applied on the new clothes of the three people respectively. The fried medicinal powder was indistinguishable and almost transparent in color. The smell of the medicine was completely eliminated by Song Yang, and no trace of abnormality could be seen when it was applied on the clothes.
After taking the medicine in his new clothes, Song Yang was not in a hurry to leave, but was looking around, looking for something... Tomorrow's selection for the Golden Palace, he is the last one, and the Hong family is the second last, it is too coincidental.
.To be fair, Song Yang never thought about dealing with the three ugly men again, but it was really unavoidable. If they had to fight, Song Yang would definitely be the one to take action first.
Most of the time, Song Yang could always find what he was looking for. His profession in his previous life gave him this ability. In less than a cup of tea, Song Yang muttered something and left their room with a smile.
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Entering the corridor, looking around, Song Yang jumped quickly and sneaked into Nan Rong Youquan's boudoir.
Nan Rong was selected based on her dancing skills, and the dress she will wear to the audience tomorrow will be her dancing dress. Song Yang followed the same example, still "medicating" the clothes, but changed the medicinal material, which he planted for Nan Rong Youquan.
It's the Purple Desire Ruler.
It is worth mentioning that Nanrong's house is full of 'devices'. There are small decorations on the door, beside the window, and in front of the cabinet, whether it is a hair or a few blades of grass. Song Yang has also been careful in advance.
Make sure these all stay as they are.
Of the six flavors of medicinal powder, only the last two were left. Song Yang didn't 'look' for anyone else. After returning to the room, he took out the shoes that Xiao Jiu had modified, injected the medicinal powders into the midsole of the shoe, and tried it on his feet. Xiao Jiu's skills were indeed extraordinary.
, the midsole of the shoe was cleverly sewn, so it was okay to walk around normally. Only the force of the sole of the foot would cause the medicinal powder to leak out. Song Yang was overjoyed and really praised the little girl.
After dinner, Song Yang went to visit Nanrong Youquan as if nothing had happened. After entering, he didn't say anything polite and said directly: "There is something I want to ask you if you can help me."
'Help Song Yang', this is Gu Zhaojun's order, Nan Rong will not disobey: "Speak and listen."
Song Yang handed over a note and explained a few words. Nan Rong Youquan listened expressionlessly and nodded: "I'll give it to you tomorrow morning."
At this point, whether it was a spur-of-the-moment idea or a long-awaited plan, Song Yang had completed all the preparations for the 'election' and could only wait with peace of mind. No matter what, he had to grab a seat for the first-class competition. This matter was
It cannot be hindered.
But before the long night was over, just when Song Yang was getting ready to sleep, Ren Xiaozhou sneaked up to find him... Xiaojiu's eyesight was worth mentioning, so he took the mute away with a smile, leaving the room to the two of them.
Song Yang was a little curious: "Aren't you afraid that your family will pursue you if you come here so late?"
"I didn't want to come because I was afraid of disturbing you. But I was chatting with Third Sister tonight and talked about your performance in the palace... She said that the situation is not good for you." As he said this, Ren Xiaoqing's expression became serious, as if he was very serious.
Serious look: "First, you helped the Criminal Department solve the case."
The image of the Lord of Suffering has been spread throughout the streets and alleys, and everyone in the government and the public knows that this painting was written by Song Yang. Now the name of "Qingyang Qishi Song Yang" is very loud in the capital. As long as you think about it, you can think of Song Yangping.
Bai went to help the Ministry of Punishment solve the case for no reason. It was probably related to his "Palace Examination" question, but so far the Ministry of Punishment has not caught the murderer. The laughter of the suffering master has become a joke. Song Yang is indeed famous, but it is not a good reputation.
Ren Xiaoqian sighed, worried: "In addition, you already hold the title of 'born from Yan people', and some people are already talking nonsense, saying that you are deliberately mocking Nan Li."
Song Yang smiled and commented: "If you think of me as a Yan person, even without that portrait, you still think of me as a Yan person, and vice versa. It doesn't matter. What else?"
"There are also those three people named Hong. Third sister has been in contact with them several times, and I can see that they are narrow-minded. If they have a grudge with you, they will definitely find an opportunity to retaliate... But the ranking of the imperial examination means that they are closely related to you.
Neighbors, you have to be on guard." After saying that, he was still worried that Song Yang wouldn't believe it, so he gave another serious instruction: "My third sister is very good at judging people, and she won't be wrong."
Ren Xiaofu is ignorant and not good at calculating. The things she mentioned were all just told by Ren Churong.
Song Yang held Ren Xiaoyu in his arms and said in a serious tone: "Thank you..." He just said three words, but before he could say the words of thanks that followed, Ren Xiaoyu smiled happily: "Thank you so much."
No need to make a special trip to make me happy."
Ren Xiaozai rested his head on Song Yang's shoulder: "Before I came here, the third sister said no, she said anything she could think of, you would have thought of it already.
But I just couldn't help it and wanted to tell you." At this point, Her Royal Highness the Princess suddenly let out a low cry, and Song Yang's other hand had already untied her scholar's robe and quietly took it into her arms.
Her skin is as smooth as gelatin, her tentacles are smooth, and who can control her thoughts, and why should she control them? Song Yang was dishonest, so Ren Xiaoqian pretended to be honest and pushed softly a few times. Not only did he fail to push away the troublesome hand, but he completely destroyed himself.
Falling into Song Yang's arms... After New Year's Eve and before Chen Hui forced Song Yang to paint, the princess often came to Song Yang. During the intimacy, she unknowingly changed from "painful once to numbness twice" to "feeling like it every time"
A little insect crawled, and after a short while, her breathing began to tremble slightly, her body softened, her breath became chaotic, and she felt warm and moist.
Song Yang lowered his head and teased softly in her ear: "Ren Xiaoqiao, your body is just a piece of shit."
Ren Xiaoyu's face was flushed, his eyes were soft and flowing, and he was murmuring like he was dreaming: "Tofu dregs?" Then she chuckled: "It seems that is really the case."
As she spoke, the princess couldn't help but tighten her legs, and took a deep breath in her mouth, trying to break away from her infatuation: "There will be a big test tomorrow, so you can't mess around today..." Before he could finish, Song Yang shook his head: "Relax.
Spirit."
Ren Xiaoyao was doubtful: "Really?"
Song Yang said seriously: "Listen to the doctor, that's right."
The princess's eyebrows were filled with joy, her arms were as soft as boneless, wrapped around her sweetheart's neck, her red lips were hot...