"Which one is it, one or two?" Song Chuoyi held a sheepskin scroll in his hand, looked down at his chest and crotch, and muttered to himself, "Is it really one or two..."

  Song Chu Yi felt that being a man was easier in society, but he had never thought of becoming a real man.

  The body hair and skin are given by parents, cannot be destroyed. But she also doesn't dare to casually make something or reduce something! If she really becomes a man, after a hundred years, under the nine springs, I'm afraid even her own father and mother won't recognize her!

  Song Chu suddenly shivered and withdrew her endless wild thoughts. Since Xing Shou said it was a disguise, it definitely wouldn't be turning into a man.

  How will it be hidden?

  Song Chu was very interested, she opened the bottle and smelled it, the smell was good, with a hint of angelica fragrance. She carefully poured the contents into her palm, there were seven small red-brown pills, each one only half the size of a little fingernail.

  Song Chu put back a pill and carefully looked at the sheepskin scroll. At the corner of the edge, there was a small line of words explaining the method of taking it.

  From the beginning of taking the calculation, one pill every seven days, continuously taking forty-nine days, can make five years not show the appearance of a girl.

  "Yu Ge, you really think highly of Song Mou." Song Chu said with emotion.

  In her previous life, she was still not showing any feminine tendencies at the age of 24 or 25. Later on, she did develop some curves, but overall, she had a tall and slender figure, with small breasts that didn't require deliberate binding. Moreover, her master only took her as his one and only female disciple, raising her like a man from a young age, often mixing with the male disciples, and behaving in a way that was no different from ordinary men. There were truly not many people who could tell her true identity.

  Xīng shǒu suàn shì hěn lì hài le.

  Translation: The star guard is quite powerful.

  "Where is the flaw?" Song Chu was lost in thought and casually threw the sheepskin scroll into the fire.

  After a moment, Zi Ya rushed in hastily, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve, "Master! Has the water been drawn?"

  Song suddenly came to, and only then did she realize that the room was filled with smoke, reeking of burnt fur. The sheepskin scroll in the basin had been reduced to a charred ball, and she hastily said, "Quickly, quickly take it out."

  Zi Ya hastily used a stick to hold down the edge of the bowl and carried it out.

  In an instant, her broken door was knocked on, and a cold voice like frost came from outside, "Song Chuyi! Come out!"

  The air inside was suffocating, so Song Chu Yi followed his intention and walked out of the room.

  Nan Qi took a step back, handing her the bamboo slips in his hand. As soon as he saw that Zi Ya was at a relatively far distance, he coldly said, "I reluctantly live under the same roof with you, please carefully take care of the matters above! And strictly follow them! Otherwise, it's either you leave or I do!"

  Having said that, he swung his wide sleeves and walked into his own room with big strides.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a mysterious bamboo slip was opened. Just as he was about to take a closer look, there was a "bang" sound, and Nan Qi slammed the door shut.

  The content on the bamboo slips, Song Chu glanced at it a few times, and the first item was not to make strange smells in the yard, showing how much Nan Qi hated this thing.

  The second is to maintain personal hygiene and not affect his appetite.

  ……

  There are many more stringent requirements for Song ChuYi. Many of them involve her personal problems, which make Song ChuYi furious.

  Zi Ya used snow to extinguish the fire and had just finished cleaning up when he returned to the corridor.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a dignified warning was given to her by someone named Zheng, "The Mr. Yun Xi who lives next door may look like a decent person, but in fact he has a hobby of bullying beautiful women. Just now he told me that he would trade 100 gold for you, I refused, so he slammed the door in anger. For safety's sake, you and Zi Chao should avoid him from now on, don't let him see you."

  Zi Ya's face turned slightly pale, she had just walked away and hadn't heard clearly what Nan Qi said, but she heard the sound of him slamming the door. Thinking back to how Nan Qi had been staring at her from time to time over the past two days, so when Song Chu reminded her solemnly, she immediately believed it and hastily replied, "Yes."

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one eyebrow was raised and she turned around and entered the house.

  The air in the house was too thick, so Zi Ya opened all the windows for ventilation. Song Chuyi decided to go out for a walk.

  She has been in Puyang for two days and hasn't had time to thoroughly understand the local customs. Anyway, it's freezing at home, and going out is also freezing, so she might as well take this opportunity to learn about some things.

  Song Chuai made up his mind and put on a raincoat and hat, then left the house again.

  The governor of the valley sends food every two months, and the money given is also quite generous. There are cars for traveling, and there is food in the government office. In the past, when Song Chuyi was at his best, he only received such treatment.

  It was a snowy day, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. Song Chu touched his purse, wandered around the street for a while, found a local resident, and asked where the largest tavern in Bo Yang City was located.

  Following the directions, Song Chuyi easily found the two-story tavern called "Zhuō Yū Quán", which was three to four times larger than the one he had been to before. The dishes here were not particularly impressive, but it claimed that any wine in the world could be found at Zhuō Yū Quán.

  "Entering the forest and tasting the mysterious spring, it's so carefree!" Song Chu gave a sigh of admiration and walked in.

  Inside warm as spring, several mixed wine fragrance hit in the face.

  "Is the master going to the Ya residence or the Tang residence?" a servant came over and asked.

  Song raised his head and glanced at the second floor, then said to Yasha, who was sitting near the railing and could also hear the discussions in the hall, "Yasha."

  "Please follow me, sir." The servant led the way and took Song Chuyi up to the second floor.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one chose a position leaning against the railing. As soon as he sat down, he heard someone from next door say, "Do you know what use is made of scholars with excellent writing skills?"

  "What else can we do? It's probably just that the boss only listens to those few songs and gets tired of them! However, once it's confirmed that the article is indeed excellent, he's very courteous. Why don't we give it a try?" another person said.

  The crowd echoed in agreement, and someone hummed, "The country is about to perish, yet you still think of music and dance. Such a ruler truly brings shame to us!"

  These words were like a basin of icy water, dousing the enthusiasm of the crowd.

  A maid came over and asked Song Chu Yi, "Sir, what would you like to use?"

  "A pot of hot rice wine, a plate of roasted meat." Song Chu removed his rain cape and hat, handing them to the maid.

  The maid responded with a sound, put away the raincoat and conical hat, and then retreated.

  Before long, hot rice wine and roasted meat were served.

  The maid was about to go forward and serve, but Song Chuyi said, "I'll do it myself."

  The maid retreated to the door and knelt down, waiting for orders.

  "Everyone! Everyone!" someone suddenly shouted in the great hall, and everyone stopped what they were doing, quietly listening to what the person had to say.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a man with a bowl of rice wine leaned against the railing, looked down and saw a scholar in his thirties with a neat dress, regular features, white face and beautiful beard, who was a standard handsome man at that time.

  "In the just-concluded palace meeting." A middle-aged scholar stood in the center of the grand hall, his voice loud and clear. Everyone's eyes were focused on him as he spoke with a tone full of sorrow, "The King of Wei has humiliated our State of Wei too much! The ruler issued an edict to recruit men of letters to denounce the King of Wei with their writing brushes. However, the ruler himself said that he was incompetent, causing our ancestors to be humiliated, our State of Wei to be humiliated, and our citizens to fall into other countries. Although our country has few soldiers and going to war would be like hitting a stone with an egg, leading to self-destruction, therefore the ruler is willing to ask scholars like us to use righteous words to help our State of Wei!"

  The hall fell silent for a moment, then someone suddenly burst into loud wailing, and many others pounded their chests and stamped their feet. The whole tavern was filled with the sound of sobbing and lamentation. All that could be heard were cries of "Alas, my lord! Alas, my country!"

  In the elegant house next door to Song Chu Yi's, someone suddenly slapped the table and stood up. Song Chu Yi clearly heard the sound of a sword being drawn from its scabbard with a "clashing" sound.

  "That man exclaimed loudly, 'My lord is so worried about the country and the people, I actually insulted him with words! I should apologize for my death!'"

  Long live the Emperor for ten thousand years! Long live the defense of our country for ten thousand years!

  Then there was a loud "bang".

  Everyone immediately knew that someone was apologizing for their own wrongdoing, this intense behavior instantly stirred up everyone's blood and they shouted "Long live the Emperor! Long live the country!"

  The shopkeeper hastily went next door to ask the name of the person who had cut his throat, and when the crowd's emotions had subsided slightly, he said loudly, "Mr. Mu Xiu died to atone for his crime, what a great deed!"