Xu Qian was warmly received by Song Qing. The two sat at the table, holding cups of 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 the eighteen generations of your ancestors in the past few days."

Is it really appropriate to say in front of others that it is appropriate to investigate the eighteenth generation of his ancestors...Xu Qi'an was not surprised by this and asked with a smile: "How was the investigation?"

"It's too clean." Song Qing shook his head and did not continue the topic. He took out a stack of rice paper and handed it over: "I will show you my recent research."

Xu Qian'an said that I had already made up the jokes about Master Yu Fang, but you didn't even ask... You technical geeks don't care about this 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, this guy also drew inferences from one example and made several cases with divergent thinking. For example:

The grafting of man and horse.

There are a lot of advantages. For example, Dafeng no longer has to worry about war horse resources, and soldiers don’t have to worry about not having excellent war horses. Because we are mature soldiers, we can be our own war horses...

Another example: capturing bird demons and breeding them with humans to create half-demon that can serve as air force.

Monster Girl, let’s understand... Bah, let’s understand reproductive isolation... Xu Qian put down the rice paper, calmed down his shocked outlook, and said: "I came to Si Tianjian this time because I have something to ask Senior Brother Song for help.

."

"But it doesn't matter."

"You should know that I offended Mr. Zhou."

"Caiwei told me." Song Qing put down the tea cup and said seriously: "Unfortunately, I can't help you. Si Tianjian does not interfere in the affairs of the government, and His Majesty does not allow it. Besides, a minister with real power has exceeded

The upper limit of my ability."

"Senior Brother Song, don't worry, I need you to do something simple..." Xu Qian expressed his idea.

"This is impossible," Song Qing refused directly: "Song is upright and aboveboard and would never do such a thing."

Xu Qi'an thought for a while and said with shame: "I didn't think well...Senior Brother Song, let's continue talking about your grafting theory. With all due respect, this is impossible to succeed."

Song Qing frowned, sat upright, and adopted a rigorous attitude for academic discussions.

"You must know it yourself. The cat that had to be kept in a glass bottle is an example. But you must be confused about why it failed and what the reason was."

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

Xu Qian said: "I have not participated 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 lacks the most is theoretical basis. After all, it is rare for a grandmaster to establish a sect. Alchemy is profound and profound. If he wants to continue to move forward, theoretical support is indispensable.

Xu Qian looked at Song Qing's suddenly bright eyes and said slowly:

“Have you ever heard of the periodic table of elements?”

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

His breathing became more rapid, feeling that he was about to touch the door of alchemy's truth. As an alchemy fanatic, every hair on his head stood up with excitement.

Before he could ask any questions, Xu Qi'an said leisurely: "The principle of alchemy is equivalent exchange..."

.....

The Palace of the Mighty Marquis is located on Quefu Street in the inner city. This street is the territory of nobles. Along the way, there are all marquises, counts and dukes.

Marquis of Power is a hereditary title that emerged from the struggle for the throne three hundred years ago. Since the hereditary succession has been ignored, in fact, he no longer has much power in his hands.

The side door opened, and a young girl with a slightly round face walked out, surrounded by maids and servants. She was wearing a gorgeous gown, with a skirt that reached to her heels, and her embroidered shoes were looming as she walked.

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

Zhang Yuying entered the sedan at the door. The sedan bearers carried the sedan and walked slowly towards the City God Temple.

Today she was going to the City God's Temple to offer incense and eat vegetarian food, and then to Uncle Wen Yuan's house to have tea and chat with her close friends.

Take a look at the banned books that are secretly circulated in women's boudoirs, and talk about which family's young masters are of a suitable age for marriage. Comment on the outstanding students who passed the exam this fall, and guess whether they will be able to go to high school next spring.

Maybe there is also his own son-in-law riding a dragon inside.

After walking two streets, the maid who was following the sedan suddenly heard a commotion.

The two carriages behind them lost control for some unknown reason. The coachman held on to the reins of the horses and waved his whip in a panic:

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

Pedestrians scurried around to avoid.

"Quick, stop the carriage." The maid was frightened and ordered her retinue to intercept the carriage while ordering the bearers to avoid it.

The retinues were short of manpower and only intercepted one vehicle. The other vehicle knocked away two bearers and the sedan instantly overturned.

The remaining two bearers and the maid instinctively saved themselves and threw themselves aside to avoid the situation. The scene was instantly chaotic.

After a brief confusion, the two carriages continued to rush away. The maid then got up anxiously and ran to the sedan to check:

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

No one answered.

The maid's heart sank, she opened the sedan curtain fiercely, and was stunned. After a few seconds, she screamed: "The second lady is missing!!"

The sedan was empty.

...

In the inner city, somewhere in a small courtyard.

Zhang Yuying knew that she had been kidnapped, although she did not know by whom.

She woke up for a while, and after the initial headache eased, she was still in a state of fear.

As the concubine of a mighty marquis, her treatment was only slightly worse than that of her legitimate daughter, far better than other sisters. Her father and mistress loved her very much, and her legitimate daughter, who was both her sister and cousin, had a very good relationship with her.

Well clothed and well fed, pampered and pampered, when has this ever happened to me?

There was silence all around, her hands and feet were bound, and her mouth was stuffed with cloth. She was extremely frightened.

"Bang!"

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

Zhang Yuying's heart suddenly rose, and 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, and someone laughed and said with a lewd smile: "This girl is so beautiful. I just checked the goods secretly. Her breasts are big and soft, so comfortable."

"You are so mean..." Another person said this, paused, and added: "You didn't even call me."

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

The two figures continued to talk:

"She's still a baby."

"Nonsense, the second daughter of this mighty prince is still waiting to be married."

Zhang Yuying was shocked. They knew who I was and that my father was a mighty prince. How dare they kidnap me?

This shows that the person behind the scenes is no ordinary person.

"What do you think Mr. Zhou will do with this girl? Although she is an outstanding beauty, it seems not safe to keep her forever."

"Oh, I'm thinking too much. Mr. Zhou could only play for a while. 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 girl has fine skin and tender meat, and is much more juicy than the girl in the hook bar."

"Yes, if Mr. Zhou hadn't wanted to try something new, we would have done with her now."

"Who asked me to be the son of the Minister of Household Affairs? Let's go for a walk and have a drink."

"Isn't this bad?"

"It will be dusk soon. Let's buy some wine and come back."

The sound of footsteps faded away, and then there was the sound of the courtyard door closing. It seemed that the two of them had gone out to drink.

Mr. Zhou? The son of the Minister of Household Affairs?

The image of a handsome young man flashed in Zhang Yuying's mind, and she remembered what happened during the Lantern Festival last year.

He still misses himself...

Tired of playing...have a drink of soup...kill people, bury corpses in the yard, destroy all traces...The daughter of a wealthy family, who was raised in a wealthy family and cared for carefully, was so frightened that she shivered and tears came to her eyes.

"Woo..." She struggled to make a sound while twisting her limbs, trying to break free from the bonds.

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

Zhang Yuying froze for a moment, then calmed down, making no more noise, but wringing her hands vigorously.

After an unknown amount of time, the delicate skin of her wrists was bruised and painful, and she finally opened the bindings.

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

After looking east and west for a while, he gritted his teeth and ran at a speed he had never seen before in his life. He rushed to the door of the yard and pulled the latch.

The door didn't open, it was locked outside.
To be continued...