Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

In the early summer of the 27th year of the Qianlong reign, when white flowers were floating on the locust trees in the Forbidden City, a rumor spread that a female student taking the technical examination was possessed by an evil spirit.

Eunuch Li knelt in front of the Imperial Hospital, tears streaming down his face, "Your Majesty, Miss Chuntao is vomiting blood and unconscious. It must be that the female scholar Xiangmo was poisoned!"

Qianlong frowned as he looked at the pulse diagnosis record presented by the Imperial Hospital. The four words "evil spirits entering the body" made his eyes burn.

Meng Qiqi knelt at the foot of the altar, looking at the scented ink enamel box on the steps, and remembered the "ancient toxicology detection method" prompted by the system.

"Your Majesty," she kowtowed, letting the silver hairpin in her hair touch the lid of the box, "I personally mixed the ingredients for the scented ink. I guarantee with my life that they are poisonless."

"Oh?" Qianlong raised his hand to stop the imperial physician from testing for poison. "Tell me, what exactly is this 'evil' in this ink?"

She pulled out a glass bottle and displayed, in order, snow water, orchid, and borneol. "The snow water is collected at midnight on the winter solstice and purified using a Nüshu incantation. The orchid is from the 'De Xin Lan' planted by the Empress Dowager herself in the Imperial Garden. The borneol was a tribute from Siam, as evidenced by the Compendium of Materia Medica." Finally, she pulled out fluorescent powder. "This is 'South China Sea Mermaid's Tears,' used as a navigational marker during Zheng He's voyages."

The system interface timely popped up the annotation of "Supplement to Materia Medica": "Mermaid tears are non-toxic, can improve eyesight, and treat acute malnutrition in children." She was secretly grateful for the system's literature support.

Xiaoyanzi suddenly rushed into the hall, holding the unconscious Chuntao in her arms: "Father, look! The rash on Chuntao's hand is from mosquito bites. I found this on her bed!"

She held up a sachet embroidered with peonies, and half a poisonous spider fell out of it.

At three quarters past noon, the scent of camphor wafted from the incense burner in the Cining Palace.

Holding the scented ink stick, the old lady suddenly asked, "Xinrong, you said this ink can communicate spiritual energy. How do you prove it?"

Meng Qiqi signaled Ziwei to light the snow orchid scented ink. When the green smoke rose, she used a silver hairpin to draw the female character "Shou" in the smoke.

The amazing thing is that the smoke actually condensed into words and did not dissipate for a long time.

"This is..." Rong Mama exclaimed.

"My Lord," Meng Qiqi explained, "Snow water contains natural minerals, and camphor contains oily particles. Under the guidance of Nüshu's incantations, it can temporarily condense into smoke."

She pulled out a microscope—a 17th-century replica of Leeuwenhoek's that the system had exchanged for. "If you don't believe me, look at the arrangement of particles in the ink stick."

Looking through the microscope, the old lady saw the fluorescent powder particles in the ink stick arranged in the shape of a butterfly, and couldn't help but chuckle: "I played 'smoke tricks' when I was young, but they weren't as exquisite as your 'ink tricks'. Qing'er, go get me the ink mold for my 'peaceful charm'."

It turns out that in her early years, the Empress Dowager had ordered people to make ink, and the mold was engraved with the two words "peace" in female script.

When Meng Qiqi took the ink mold, she found that it was highly consistent with the female script font provided by the system, and she was shocked: Perhaps in this deep palace, the ancestors had already planted the seeds of female wisdom.

That night, the Imperial Hospital announced the results of the poison test: the scented ink contained snow water, orchid, borneol, and pearl powder. It was non-toxic and could actually refresh the mind.

Emperor Qianlong issued an edict designating scented ink as the "imperial pen of the palace", and Eunuch Li was punished for spreading rumors and was sent to the imperial garden to dry books.

As the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, "butterfly prayers" have suddenly become popular in Beijing.

The children folded colored paper into butterflies and hung them on the door to pray for safety, but they didn't know that this was actually the "civilian intelligence network" designed by Meng Qiqi.

"Fujin," Chuntao pointed at the children on the street, "the 'peace butterfly' they folded is exactly the same as our 'normal intelligence folding method'!"

Meng Qiqi looked at the paper butterflies flying in the sky, and suddenly remembered the system prompt of "folk memory infiltration".

She turned to Ziwei and said, "Since the people like it, why not take advantage of it? Tomorrow we'll hold a 'Hundred Butterflies Blessing Ceremony' at the City God Temple and teach everyone how to fold 'auspicious butterflies.'"

The little swallow clapped her hands and cheered: "I'll teach them how to fold a butterfly with a whistle! When you blow it, it will fly high!"

At three quarters past midnight, in the secret room of the Shangyi Bureau, Meng Qiqi slightly modified the folding method of the "Auspicious Butterfly", making the angle of the wings 15 degrees larger than that of ordinary intelligence butterflies to ensure that it could not carry secret messages.

Ziwei compiled the "Butterfly Prayer Manual", simplifying 36 of the 108 folding methods into prayer styles, and each butterfly is accompanied by auspicious words in Nüshu.

"Look at this 'blessing and longevity butterfly,'" Ziwei showed the folded butterfly. The female script character "Fu" (meaning "happiness") on its wings was painted with gold powder. "When people fold it, just remember 'three folds to the left, three folds to the right, and good fortune will naturally come.'"

On the Dragon Boat Festival, there were huge crowds of people in front of the City God Temple.

Little Swallow, dressed in folk costume, stood on a high platform and taught how to fold a butterfly: "First, fold the wings, then fold the body, and finally blow on it, and let the butterfly fly into the sky with your wish!"

The children followed her movements and folded colorful butterflies.

Meng Qiqi was among the crowd when she saw a scholar folding a butterfly using the "Emergency Information Folding" method. She immediately stepped forward to correct him, saying, "Young Master, your butterfly's wings are too pointed. Folding them into an arc shape would give you a more auspicious look."

The scholar apologized with a red face, but when no one was paying attention, he slipped a note into her palm - it turned out to be flood information from the Jiangnan Embroidery Workshop.

She calmly folded the paper into a "Longevity and Fortune Butterfly" and put it in the bamboo basket among the blessing butterflies.

At noon, the Buddha's carriage suddenly arrived.

Meng Qiqi was startled, but she saw the old lady smiling as she took the butterfly from Xiaoyanzi and said, "I also loved folding butterflies when I was young, but I wasn't as ingenious as you."

She personally hung the butterfly on the ancient tree in the City God Temple, saying, "May all women in the world be as free as this butterfly."

The people cheered, and thousands of butterflies flew up at the same time. The gold powder on their wings formed the words "Women are blessed" in the sunlight.

Qianlong stood on the city wall, looking at this grand blessing scene, and suddenly remembered the "butterfly effect" mentioned by Meng Qiqi - when tens of millions of butterflies carry auspicious meanings, even the darkest rumors will be dispelled by the light.

At the evening banquet, Emperor Qianlong looked at the "Longevity Butterfly" on the table and suddenly asked, "Xinrong, are the butterflies made by the common people really just for praying for blessings?"

As she bowed, she noticed the butterfly bracelet on the emperor's cuff gleaming faintly. "Your Majesty, what the people saw was auspiciousness, but what I saw was the people's hearts. Just like this fragrant ink, some see poison, others see blessing."

Qianlong nodded thoughtfully, his eyes falling on the golden swallow hairpin on her temples - at some point, the golden swallow's wings had changed into the shape of a butterfly.

He suddenly chuckled, "I heard that the 'Butterfly Literacy Method' you've been promoting among the people can help women become literate in three days."

"It's just using the butterfly folding method to memorize radicals," she said, pulling out a copy of the "Butterfly Literacy Handbook," which used origami diagrams to explain the structure of Chinese characters. "Just like the women's books in Xiangmo, they're all about giving women more options."

A system notification sounded in her ears: "Rumor clarification +95%, civilian intelligence network coverage +30%. Historical process change value +55%."