Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 78 My Disciple, Miaomiao
Zhao Wujiang couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the mature woman, he coughed dryly twice, rubbed Miaomiao's little head, and sideways avoided the pink handkerchief that the female boss patted on him.

He took out an ingot of silver from his pocket, handed it to the female boss under her resentful gaze, and then sent her away.

You can't always let Miaomiao stay in the west of the city, why don't you take it to the Secretary's Department, after all, you can be regarded as the second in command of the Secretary's Department now. Zhao Wujiang thought to himself, it's not too safe to leave Miaomiao at home alone.

He carried Miaomiao into the room, and Miaomiao happily told him about his learning achievements today.

Zhao Wujiang sincerely praised her study progress, and at the same time sighed endlessly. He became more and more sure of his idea of ​​taking Miaomiao to the Secretary's Office in the future.

read more, walk more.

As one of the book collection institutions of the Great Tang Empire, the Ministry of Secretary has a vast collection of books, and it is difficult for many people to see the whole picture of the sea of ​​books with all their efforts.

Zhao Wujiang told Miaomiao what he thought, and even though Miaomiao was still a five or six-year-old child, he still decided to seek Miaomiao's opinion.

Miaomiao was even more excited when she heard the news. She continued to absorb knowledge from books and received countless positive feedbacks. She became more and more enthusiastic about reading. At the same time, she was eager to learn medical skills well and become a doctor like her master Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang also promised her that after she studied for a while, he would take her out to practice, and at the same time go to free clinics for poor people who can't afford to see a doctor.

With a sweet smile, Miaomiao fell asleep holding her own small medicine box.

Zhao Wujiang sat at the side, quietly concentrating, recounting his day's itinerary, using the memory recall skill, he kept shuttling through the memory scenes, looking for details of his past, looking for points he had overlooked.

There is a secret room in Wu Meiniang's bedroom. What's in the secret room?If Wu Wei showed the hole cards to the outside world, is there a deeper hole card in the secret room?

What is recorded in the letters in the wooden box of Queen Wang?Who wrote to her?Or who was she writing to?
The Western Turkic Mission has crossed the border and is heading towards Chang'an. Who is that mysterious masked man?How could a mission carry a mysterious figure so blatantly?Aren't they afraid of Datang's suspicion?

They really did what Brother Wang and I guessed, to investigate the situation of General Su?Also, was there any relationship between the mission and the Queen?

How is General Su's condition?Why are so many imperial physicians helpless?
Thoughts were turbulent, and thoughts kept pressing down on Zhao Wujiang's mind like a mountain. He became more and more tired, and slowly fell asleep.

"Master, Master, wake up!"

Miaomiao's light and childish voice came, and she kept shaking Zhao Wujiang's arm.

Zhao Wujiang woke up from a deep sleep, his eyes were bloodshot, it was obvious that he was over-thinking, physically and mentally exhausted.

He pinched Miaomiao's little face, always smiling, he didn't want Miaomiao to see his tired look, so he told Miaomiao to change into new clothes

After Zhi left Miaomiao, he sighed tiredly, took out the magic pill from his medicine box, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Before, he gave a bottle of Shenbao Pill to Wen Yong, the great eunuch next to Li Zhi, which can quickly relieve physical and mental fatigue, and cleanse the body with pure medicinal power.

With the power of the medicine running, Zhao Wujiang slowly spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, and his state recovered a lot.

Miaomiao came out wearing new clothes, a moon white dress, and a small medicine box.

Her delicate little face like a porcelain doll has an innocent and healing smile, her braids point to the sky, and a small red flower is tied on the braids.

Zhao Wujiang vaguely saw the shadow of Wu Meiniang in her, and he thought that Miaomiao would also be a beauty that can overwhelm the country and city when she grows up.

After washing and preparing, the master and apprentice set off.

Under the blessing of the sky braid, Xiao Miaomiao was able to reach Zhao Wujiang's waist. She was dressed in white and carried a small medicine box. Zhao Wujiang was dressed in black and carried a large medicine box. There were two figures, one big and one small, Walk slowly on the road.

Along the way, passers-by looked sideways, whether it was Zhao Wujiang's handsomeness like jade, or Xiao Miaomiao's innocence, they all attracted their attention very much.

Holding big hands and small hands, the two quickly walked through the palace and came to the secretary's office.

As soon as he entered the gate of Secretary Province, Secretary Cheng's obese body came to Zhao Wujiang like rolling.

"The villain sees Zhao Shaojian!"

Zhao Wujiang nodded calmly, and said: "This is my apprentice, Miaomiao."

He didn't say much, but simply introduced Miaomiao's identity. Although Secretary Cheng was flattering, he was quick-witted and quickly understood what Zhao Wujiang meant.

Secretary Cheng rubbed his hands and said with a flattering smile, "I understand, I understand. Let me inform you."

He hastily resigned, to remind those who are not open-minded on weekdays, so as not to accidentally bully Miaomiao and anger Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang took Miaomiao's little hand, and soon came to Sibu Zangshu Pavilion.

A, B, C, D, let’s start with the simplest A Pavilion.

Most of the books in Jiage are the Four Books and Five Classics, the history of previous dynasties, etc. Reading history, reading history and understanding history-related books is easier to cultivate a person's overall view.

Miaomiao looked up at the tall bookshelf, which was full of ancient books, her eyes were full of little stars, and she kept making noises.

"Why did Zhao Erlang bring a girl here today?" Uncle Jiu appeared, and in Zhao Wujiang's eyes, he was always elusive.

Zhao Wujiang smiled and briefly described Miaomiao's affairs.

Seeing Uncle Jiu with white beard and white hair, Miaomiao smiled sweetly, bowed and said politely, "Grandpa, if you're not happy!"

Uncle Jiu, an old servant of the Wang family, has a cold face every day, so Miaomiao called him unhappy grandpa.

Uncle Jiu seemed to have a serious expression on his face, but he couldn't help but smile, he stroked his beard and nodded, "Hi Xiao Miaomiao."

It can be seen that he likes cute children like Miaomiao very much.

Zhao Wujiang led Miaomiao through the four library pavilions, and saw Wang Yifang who was concentrating on the sea of ​​books.

Wang Yifang often buried his head in the sea of ​​books, and seemed to be deaf to what was going on outside the window.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang coming, he didn't raise his head, and said: "I have informed the Su Mansion in advance, and we will wait until noon."

Zhao Wujiang nodded in thanks.

Wang Yifang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Do your best, don't act recklessly, my dear brother."

He saw the lovely girl holding Zhao Wujiang's big hand.

Zhao Wujiang briefly described it again, and Wang Yifang sighed: "You really care about the common people. Speaking of which, I really feel ashamed to be a big brother."

The two sat opposite each other, talking about things to pay attention to when going to Su Mansion in the afternoon.

With a kind smile on his face, Uncle Jiu took Miaomiao to Jiage to read.

After a while, Zhao Wujiang left the Secretary's Office, carrying a medicine box to Zhaoyi Palace.

Zhaoyi Palace, Wu Meiniang's bedroom.

Zhao Wujiang ate the breakfast food prepared by Wu Meiniang, while Wu Meiniang held her cheeks and looked at Zhao Wujiang and Qing'er who were vying for each other with a smile on her lips.

The days are as dull as water.

But after thinking about it last night, Zhao Wujiang knew what kind of undercurrents surged in this ordinary water.

It seemed plain, but he could feel the faint crisis approaching him, trying to swallow everything around him.

Zhao Wujiang finished his porridge under Wu Meiniang's tender eyes, he raised his head, and said seriously: "Meiniang still remember that night, under the moonlight between you and me, I told my past story?"

(End of this chapter)