Shen Pengran opened her eyes and found that she had become cannon fodder in a book about cultivating immortals. The original owner was a real daughter, but she was framed by her stepmother and demoted to a criminal slave of the Shen Mansion Huanyi Bureau. What's even worse is that she will never be able to cultivate among the mortals in this world, and those who cultivate are the chosen ones. The only bargaining chip for a comeback was the spiritual spring space on his wrist. It is opened for a limited time every day, and taking even a drop will destroy Yangshou. Her stepmother forced her to take the blame for her concubine, so she offered high-yielding potatoes and asked Emperor Chrysostom to kiss Enke. She tied up her hair and changed into a robe, disguised herself as a man and entered the examination room, and became a sensation with her farm, animal husbandry, fishing and hunting skills. In the court, she exposed her stepmother's collusion with the monks and stolen military rations; in the fields, she took out corn and sweet potatoes, causing the minister of household affairs to kneel down and beg for the formula. But trouble came one after another - Xiao Yanzhi, the prince of the demon clan, saw through her daughter's body, but stood still and stood in front of her every time she was in danger. The family of immortal cultivators discovered that a mortal was holding a spiritual spring, and used all the strength of the family to pursue him. The backlash from the spiritual spring intensified, and her lifespan passed at a speed visible to the naked eye. And on the emperor's desk, there was still an imperial edict that could never be reversed. Unless... She could get the emperor to write a pardon in his own hand.
The sweet-scented osmanthus in the backyard of the Hou Mansion fell all over the ground, and the fragrance was so strong that it made you sick.
Shen Qingci knelt on the futon and copied "The Female Ring". The jade bracelet on his wrist knocked against the edge of the inkstone, making a subtle crisp sound. A figure flashed outside the window lattice. When she raised her eyes, she saw Yue Jian, the maid next to her stepmother, hurrying past with a lacquer tray. A pair of shoe tips embroidered with gold hibiscus were exposed under her skirt.
That direction is her bedroom.
"Girl." Qingluo, the personal maid, came in with a bird's nest and lowered her voice,
