Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

    A night in the summer of the first year of Yongshou. Mars shone brightly in the sky, dimming the otherwise bright Milky Way.

    Luoyang, the imperial capital after curfew, was shrouded in sultry air. The sound of the watchman hitting the clapper spread far and wide in the streets, accompanied by Xia Chan's tireless chirping.

    In Yonghe, where the dignitaries live in the inner city, Feitinghou's mansion is brightly lit. The sound of boiling water, shouting, and even the faint sound of crying made this magnificent mansion shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

    Several men dressed as servants rode out from the corner gate, holding the token of Fei Tinghou, and galloped towards the Tai Hospital and several famous Wenpo places in the market. In a short while, there are women Wen, wet nurses and even apprentices who are taking medicine hurriedly entering and leaving the mansion through this corner door.

    For a while, a serious curfew seemed to be broken on this street.

    The patrolling guards have already received the RBI. Jurisprudence is nothing more than human feelings, even if it is the production of ordinary people's homes, it is within the scope of the curfew, not to mention the powerful. The soldiers yawned, took the hanging copper coins into their arms, and after that, they all wished "the mother and son are safe", and then swayed to the next door Buguangli.

    No one noticed that a clean old man, mixed with the chaotic crowd, swaggered into the mansion.

    The young master of Feitinghou Mansion had a face-to-face encounter with this uninvited guest in the main hall.

    "Where do the guests come from?" The young man in his twenties was startled, but he responded calmly.

    The old man smiled slightly, and his expression and language were unfathomable: "I was in Mangshan, and I saw a pair of stars falling south. ."

    The young man's face relaxed as a new father, and the uncontrollable joy rippled from his face. He knelt down on the seat and bowed deeply to the old man: "I don't dare to be a 'expensive' word, I just want them to have a smooth life." Then he turned his head and instructed a young maid, saying that he was inviting the old man and the old lady to visit the guests.

    During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the people had a kind of reverence for the alchemist. This old man had a mysterious origin, and in one sentence revealed the fact that he had newly obtained twins in the house. He believed in the old man's ability by eight points, so he didn't dare to neglect him, so he hurriedly invited Feitinghou and his wife to come to the town.

    Fei Tinghou and Mrs. Fei Tinghou are already in the years of destiny, and their bearing and demeanor are all good, with kindness and humility in their eyes, which makes people feel like a spring breeze. Apart from Fei Tinghou's slightly odd face without a beard, there was nothing to criticize.

    Fei Tinghou asked someone to serve sencha to the mysterious old man.

    The old man unceremoniously picked up the tea cup and drank it: "I wish you two young gentlemen."

      "

    The old man's face darkened, and he was silent with the cup in his hand.

    Marquis Fei Ting has been immersed in the palace for more than 30 years. "But what's wrong?" he asked slowly.

    "Alas." The old man sighed, "Yinghuo, the main fire, the main killing, the main merit. Now it is June, and the prosperity of the fire is rare in a century. If it is a man, this is extremely rich and noble. But if you were a woman, you might not be able to bear this murderous aura."

    The young master said: "Why are you cursing my son?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Madam's maid stumbled in and ran in: "It's not good, little girl, the little girl is out of breath."

    The three masters couldn't sit still, one supported one, one pulled one by one and hurried away to the backyard. The old man dusted off the dust and slowly followed behind them.

    The blood in the delivery room has long been cleaned up, and the best sandalwood is still burning inside and outside the room. It's just that the baby's cries are so loud, and the maid is sobbing non-stop, wasting the beautiful mood.

    Two wet nurses were sitting outside with two swaddles on their knees. The wet nurse on the left tried hard to coax the crying fat baby, but to no avail. As for the wet nurse on the right, her face was ashen - the baby girl in her arms, which was so small that it was not the size of a cat, had stopped breathing. The imperial doctor stood aside with shame on his face.

    The young master raised his hand and touched the baby girl's blue-purple face, and immediately retracted it like an electric shock. He bowed down to the mysterious old man and said, "Please save my son!"

    Fei Tinghou and Mrs. Fei Tinghou also saluted: "Please help!"

    The old man twisted his beard and swept his eyes over the two swaddling clothes.

    The young man took a few steps forward on his knees: "My father has only one son, and I have only one son and one daughter when I am twenty-five years old. If you are willing to save the little girl's life, then The benefactor of my whole family! Gold, silver, wealth and silk, but only by the benefactor!"

      came out of his mouth.

    This is really amazing!

    No medicine, no talisman, no incantation, just a light touch will bring people back to life. Going up to the master's house, down to the rough servants and maids, they all widened their eyes and spit out "Old Immortal" as if they didn't want money.

    The old man was indifferent and a little indifferent: "This is just a matter of interests. After all, she is too murderous and looks like she will die prematurely."

    At this time, the imperial doctor has confirmed that the baby girl is out of danger. Fei Tinghou bowed his hands to the old man: "Is there a long-term solution?"

    The old man stroked his beard meaningfully: "I remember something similar."

    Fei Tinghou has a bright light. He is well-informed and has heard that there are children in the folk who have been raised as girls since childhood in order to avoid the disaster of their fate. On the other hand, since the girl in the family is the fate of the man, it is not impossible to raise it as a boy. Anyway, his family is wealthy and has few children.

    "In the future, these two children will be called Dalang and Erlang." Fei Tinghou made the final decision on this matter in a majestic tone.

    The lady who was still lying on the delivery bed in the inner room also heard the words of the outer room, and the uncontrollable sobbing came out: "My poor son, pretending to be a man, what should I do with the marriage? "

    The servants and maids around them lowered their heads deeply, trying to reduce their sense of existence. Suddenly, only the young master's panting and his wife's sobbing were left in the room.

    Fei Tinghou smiled calmly, with obvious wrinkles on his beardless face: "I am a rootless person, and my children and grandchildren have longed for it. If I can't treat it with all my strength, how can I expect to keep it? What about the child?"

      inside. The jade is white and flawless, as delicate as fat, and it is worth a lot of money at first sight.

    Fei Tinghou just glanced at him, then took his eyes away from the expensive piece of white jade: "Why don't you give a name to your grandson?"

    "The prosperous vegetation is called life, and there is virtue in heaven and earth. It is called "sheng"."

    The old man walked out while talking. He obviously took every step very slowly, but no one could catch up with him. But in the blink of an eye, he left Luoyang with four closed doors like no one else, and looked at the capital of the Eastern Han Empire from the top of Mount Mang. Above the head is the vast universe, and below the feet is the fate of thousands of creatures.

    "What do you think? The fate of a girl was changed, and the soul of a girl was sent into the body of a girl."

    "Oops." A childish voice suddenly came from the void. Because of the tender voice, it does not distinguish between men and women, and it does not even look like a human being. "How can you be sexist?"

    "Huh." The old man sneered, his appearance turned a little younger. "I won't say that in another context," he pointed to the capital city under his feet. "This is a patriarchal society. If you want a female doll to start out, wouldn't the difficulty increase exponentially? I'm so tired that I have to forcibly make up a story. It's a nonsense saying that 'the life is too murderous, the woman's life is bad'."

    The immature voice seemed to have lost confidence, and defended in a low voice: "That is the soul with the highest comprehensive score we have found within the optional range."

    "The soul with the highest overall score," the middle-aged alchemist sat cross-legged on the ground, resting his chin with one hand, "How to evaluate the score? Knowledge?"

    "En, there is a sense of justice, career, self-discipline and so on. We also want to find a boy, but Long Aotian collapsed because of the opening of the harem. Things have gone through too many times, so this time Master has greatly increased the proportion of moral sense, and the result..."

    The voice of the child in the void seemed to see hope: "Oh, when it comes to the restraint of etiquette, the Eastern Han Dynasty is at least more relaxed than the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Omnipotent, plucking a leg hair is a golden finger..."

     of?"

    The Central Plains today is mostly wilderness. The tens of millions of people in the country are only equivalent to three Beijings in later generations. Even in the vicinity of the most densely populated capital, it is very easy for the mountains to hide this strange alchemist.

    This is AD 155, 29 years before the Yellow Turban Uprising, 53 years before the Battle of Chibi, and 110 years before the Sima Clan usurped the throne. Because of a soul from another world, history begins to change beyond recognition.