Nightwatcher

Xu Qi'an was warmly received by Song Qing, and the two sat at the table, holding fragrant tea, and had a friendly conversation.

"To be honest, I'm a little suspicious of you," Song Qing took a sip, and said, "I've checked all eighteen generations of your ancestors in the past few days."

In front of others, is it really appropriate to check the eighteen generations of his ancestors? Xu Qi'an was not surprised by this, and asked with a smile: "How did the investigation go?"

"It's too clean." Song Qing shook her head, did not continue the topic, took out a stack of rice paper and handed it over: "Let me show you my latest research."

Xu Qian said with confidence that I made up the stalks of You Fang Gaoren, and you didn't ask me, you technical geeks don't care about these things at all.

He took the manuscript, glanced at it a few times, and almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

In addition to the plant grafting theory he told Song Qing above, this guy also drew inferences from one instance and made several cases with divergent thinking. for example:

The marriage of man and horse.

There are a lot of advantages. For example, Dafeng no longer needs to consider the resources of war horses, and soldiers don't have to worry about not having excellent war horses. Because we are mature soldiers, we can be war horses ourselves

Another example: capture the poultry monster race, breed with humans, and create a half-monster that can serve as an air force.

The monster girl understands bah, and the reproductive isolation. Xu Qi'an put down the rice paper, calmed down the shock of the three views, and said, "I came to Sitianjian this time, and I want to ask Brother Song for help."

"But it doesn't matter."

"I offended Zhou Shilang, you should know."

"Caiwei told me." Song Qing put down the teacup and said solemnly: "Unfortunately, I can't help you. Si Tianjian doesn't interfere in the government affairs, and His Majesty doesn't allow it. Besides, a minister with real power has already exceeded The limit of my ability."

"Senior Brother Song, don't worry, I need you to keep it simple." Xu Qi'an said his idea.

"It's impossible," Song Qing directly refused: "Song is upright and upright, and will never do such a thing."

Xu Qi'an thought for a while, and said ashamedly: "It's because I didn't think carefully, Brother Song, let's continue to talk about your grafting theory. With all due respect, it is impossible to succeed."

Song Qing frowned, sat upright, and assumed a rigorous attitude for discussing academics.

"I think you know it in your own mind, the cat that has to be kept in a glass bottle is an example. But you must be wondering why it failed and what the reason is."

Song Qing leaned forward, her breathing became rapid, and she stared at Xu Qi'an with wide eyes: "You know?"

Xu Qi'an said: "I didn't participate in the research, so I don't know the real reason, but I can provide you with a theoretical basis."

Theoretical basis? !

What Song Qing lacked most was the theoretical basis. After all, the masters who founded the sect were rare, and the alchemy was extensive and profound. If you want to continue to move forward, the theoretical support is indispensable.

Under Song Qing's suddenly bright eyes, Xu Qi'an said slowly:

"Have you ever heard of the periodic table of elements?"

What is the periodic table of elements? What does this have to do with my experiment? Ten thousand question marks flashed in Song Qing's mind.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and he felt that he was about to touch the door of alchemical truth. As a fanatic of alchemy, every hair of his excitement stood on end.

Before he had time to ask a question, Xu Qi'an said leisurely: "The principle of alchemy is exchange of equal value."

Quefu Street in the inner city of the Mighty Marquis Mansion, this street is a noble place, along the way, it is full of marquis, earls and dukes.

Mighty Marquis is a hereditary title that rose from the battle for the throne three hundred years ago. Since hereditary succession, in fact, she doesn't have much power in her hands anymore.

The side door opened, and a young girl with a slightly round face came out surrounded by maidservants and followers. She was wearing a gorgeous robe with skirts reaching to the heels, and embroidered shoes were faintly visible as she walked.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, she has a pretty face, bright eyes, and a haughty temperament. The flying look between her brows adds to her aura and attracts attention.

Zhang Yuying entered the sedan chair at the door, and the bearer carried the sedan chair and walked slowly towards the Town God's Temple.

Today she was going to Chenghuang Temple to offer incense and have a vegetarian meal, and then went to Wen Yuanbo's mansion to drink tea and chat with her close friends.

Take a look at the forbidden books secretly circulated in women's boudoirs, and chat about which family's son has reached the age suitable for marriage. Comment on the outstanding students who were selected in this year's autumn, and guess whether they will be able to enter high school next year.

Maybe there is also his own son-in-law Chenglong Kuai inside.

After walking two streets, the servant girls following the sedan chair suddenly heard a commotion.

The two carriages in the rear lost control for some reason, and the coachman grabbed the reins tightly and waved his whip in panic:

"Get out of the way, get out of the way"

Pedestrians ran around to avoid.

"Quick, stop the carriage quickly." The servant girl turned pale with shock, and while directing her followers to intercept the carriage, she ordered the bearers to avoid it.

The followers were short of manpower, so they only intercepted one sedan chair, and the other one knocked two bearers into the air, causing the sedan chair to overturn in an instant.

The remaining two bearers and the servant girl instinctively saved themselves, and rushed to the side to avoid it, and the scene became chaotic in an instant.

After a short period of confusion, the two carriages continued to rush away, and the servant girl got up impatiently, and ran to the sedan chair to check:

"Second Miss, how are you, Second Miss?"

No one answered.

The servant girl's heart sank, she opened the car curtain abruptly, and was stunned. After a few seconds, she screamed: "Second Miss is gone!!"

The sedan chair was empty.

In the inner city, somewhere in a small courtyard.

Zhang Yuying knew that she was kidnapped, although she didn't know who it was.

She had been awake for a while, in a state of dread after the initial headache had eased.

As the concubine's daughter of the mighty Marquis, her treatment is only a little worse than that of the prostitute's daughter, far better than other sisters. Her father and mistress loved her very much, and her sister and cousin's first daughter had a very good relationship with her.

Splendid clothing and fine food, pampered and spoiled, when has this kind of thing happened.

The surroundings were silent, her hands and feet were bound, and her mouth was stuffed with a cloth. She was terrified.

"Bang!"

Outside the courtyard, there was the sound of the door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Zhang Yuying's heart was raised instantly, and the fear exploded in her heart. She didn't know what she was about to face, but it would definitely not be a good thing.

"Hey," the footsteps stopped outside the house, someone let out a hey, and said with a lewd smile: "This girl is really beautiful, I just secretly inspected the goods, she is beautiful!"

"You are so cheap." The other person said this, paused, and added: "You didn't call me to join you."

Zhang Yuying was ashamed and angry, with tears rolling in her eyes.

The two figures continued their conversation:

"She's still a baby."

"Nonsense, the second daughter of the mighty Marquis is still waiting in her boudoir."

Zhang Yuying was startled, they knew who I was and my father was a mighty Marquis, yet they dared to kidnap me?

This shows that the person behind the scenes is by no means an ordinary person.

"How do you think Mr. Zhou will deal with this girl? Although she is an excellent beauty, it seems unsafe to keep her forever."

"Oh, overthinking. At most, Mr. Zhou played for a while, and when he got tired of it, he strangled him to death and buried him in this yard. Who knows?"

"When Mr. Zhou gets tired of playing, let's have a few sips of soup. This lady has delicate skin and tender flesh, much more juicy than the women in the Goulan."

"Yeah, if Mr. Zhou hadn't wanted to try something new, we'd have dealt with her now."

"Who told him to be the son of the servant of the household department? Let's go and drink."

"Isn't that bad?"

"It's dusk soon, we'll be back after buying wine."

The sound of footsteps went away, followed by the sound of the courtyard door closing, the two seemed to have gone out to drink.

Mr. Zhou? The son of the household minister?

Zhang Yuying's mind flashed the image of a young man in brocade clothes, remembering what happened during the Lantern Festival last year.

He still remembers himself

Tired of playing, drinking soup, killing people, burying corpses in the yard, destroying corpses and destroying traces, the young lady who was raised in a wealthy family and cared for carefully, was so scared that she trembled all over, and tears came out of her eyes.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" she tried to make a sound, while twisting her limbs, trying to break free from the bondage.

Suddenly, he found that the rope on his wrist was a little loose.

Zhang Yuying froze all of a sudden, and then became quiet, making no more movement, but wringing her hands vigorously.

I don't know how long it took, the delicate skin of her wrist was chafed and torn, and it was so hot that she finally opened the bondage.

She immediately sat up, untied the rope on her feet, and tiptoed to the door of the room. After listening patiently for a while, she made sure that there was no one in the yard, and walked carefully to the yard.

Looking east and west for a while, he gritted his silver teeth, ran at a speed never seen in his life, rushed to the gate of the yard, and pulled the latch.

The door didn't open and was locked on the outside.

"Woo..." Ms. Zhang uttered a desperate cry.

On the street opposite the courtyard, Xu Qi'an was holding a bowl of noodles in his hand, and Xu New Year was standing beside him.

"You're good at what you say." Xu Dalang prodded Erlang habitually.

Erlang ignored him, looking at the courtyard door: "Will she not be able to come out? Why did you lock the courtyard door?"

"A strong desire to survive will stimulate people's potential. Believe me, she will come out. Just climb the wall." Xu Qi'an sucked a mouthful of noodles, and explained in a low voice: "If you don't lock the door, the marks will be too heavy."

This small courtyard is a private house that Zhou Li bought outside, and there is a beautiful woman in the house. Now that woman and the maid in the courtyard, a total of four people, are locked in the mirror by Xu Qi'an.

The small jade mirror can hold objects and living things, Xu Qi'an tried it with the servants at home.

If it weren't for that mirror, the plan to kidnap Miss Zhang's family would have been extremely difficult, and it might even be possible to steal chickens and lose money.

At this time, the two saw a head protruding from the wall, and Zhang Yuying, who had messy hair, poked her head out.

After looking carefully for a while, he climbed out of the wall and jumped down.

She seemed to have sprained her ankle and lay on the ground without moving for a long time. After a long time, she stood up firmly while crying. Leaning on the wall, he hopped and fled to the street.

As a well-dressed lady from a wealthy family, she was really wronged to be able to do this.

They went out to buy wine and would come back at dusk. She looked at the sunset and knew that she was really safe now.

Maybe they won't run very far before they will be chased back, maybe after a few more steps, the two sides will meet face to face.

Just at this time, a group of guards patrolling the city passed by.

Fearing that she would encounter kidnappers on the road, or be chased by them, Zhang Yuying seemed to see a savior, and went up to her crying.

Before the sword guard drew his sword, he screamed: "I am the daughter of Marquis Wei Wu, I have been hijacked, please save me quickly."

Several imperial sword guards looked at each other and immediately surrounded them.

The surrounding people stopped to watch one after another, and the leading sword guard asked, "Who hijacked you?"

"It's Zhou Li, Zhou Li, the son of Zhou Shilang from the household department." Zhang Yuying broke down and cried.

The drumbeat of the curfew came at the same time.

Xu Qi'an put the bowl on the side of the street, and said: "Let's go, find an inn to rest, go home tomorrow and wait for news."

PS: This chapter is 3200 words long and hard.