After rebirth, the abandoned concubine became involved in the medical world

Shui Miao: "You should collect it yourself first. We won't be able to go back for at least half a year."

Shui Mingjue was a little disappointed, "Oh, okay then."

Shui Miao didn't want the little guy to be too disappointed, so he thought for a moment and said, "If you really want to send it out, you can ask Ling Yi to help you make a trip."

Shui Mingjue said happily: "Is it okay?"

Shui Miao: "Ask him."

Shui Mingjue stuck his head out of the carriage, "Uncle Ling, if I want to send a letter, can you help me?"

Ling Yi heard what he said before. Besides, he also likes to run around. "Okay, young master, let me know when you want to send a letter."

Shui Mingjue shook his head happily, "Thank you, Uncle Ling!"

Ling Yi also liked Shui Mingjue, who was well-behaved and studious, and said with a smile, "You're welcome, young master."

A few people traveled another day's journey and arrived at the next stop, Nanguang City, a relatively large city in southern Xinjiang.

After entering the city, Shui Miao's appearance naturally attracted everyone's attention and scrutiny again.

After entering the inn and blocking the outside view, Shui Miao didn't want to go down anymore. She planned to stay here for a few more days and let Ling Yi inquire about various news here.

Ling Yi rushed out without even taking a break, leaving Shui Miao speechless again.

Chunmei took Shui Mingjue to a stall not far from the inn, bought some snacks unique to southern Xinjiang, and then returned to the inn.

The next day, Shui Miao didn't want to go down anymore and let Chunmei do whatever she wanted.

After breakfast, Chunmei stayed for an hour and took Shui Mingjue to go shopping again. She wanted to eat all the delicacies in southern Xinjiang and work hard to learn them. If she wants to eat them in the future, she can make them herself.

As Shui Mingjue grew older, developed physically, and practiced martial arts, he ate a lot more and liked all kinds of delicious food. He followed Chunmei with a grin on his face.

Shui Miao opened the window and looked at the passers-by downstairs, but when the window was opened, a pebble from the window frame fell on the head of a young man below.

The man noticed the touch coming from the top of his head and looked up. What he saw was the scene of the beauty leaning against the window and looking at each other.

Chi Xue: "Wow, that's the famous scene where Pan Xiaolian and the high official Ximen meet!"

Shui Miao: "What do you mean?"

I always feel like it’s not a good thing to say!

Chixue felt guilty and interrupted: "Oh, haha, it's nothing. Host, don't care about these details. Look, there is another stupid man down there who looks at you and makes you look stupid."

There is really nothing to say about the appearance of its host. I don’t know if the emperor was blind at the time. He couldn’t see such a beauty and drove him out of the palace. Was his vision too high? !

Shui Miao: "..."

No longer thinking about looking outside, I simply closed the window to block the outside view.

The man below: "..."

The man came to his senses and asked the entourage behind him to find out Shui Miao's identity before he returned to his house.

The entourage followed the man, and just as the man raised his head, he naturally saw Shui Miao's appearance. To be honest, he had never seen such a beautiful girl, more beautiful than the princess of Southern Xinjiang.

After hearing the man's instructions, the entourage entered the inn and asked the boss about Shui Miao. The boss knew almost nothing about Shui Miao, and the entourage didn't find out anything at all.

The followers had no choice but to go back and resume their lives.

When the man heard that his entourage brought back news that was not news, at least he knew one thing. Shui Miao was either not from Southern Xinjiang, or was a member of a hidden family, and the major event that was about to happen in Southern Xinjiang recently was Maybe she came here for the selection of the Saint.

If it is the first type, judging from her appearance, her status in other countries is not simple. He cannot act rashly. If he accidentally offends the other party, it may bring endless trouble to him.

If it is the second type, he cannot offend her. If she is chosen to become a saint, her status will be second only to the King of Southern Xinjiang, and she is not someone he can covet.

No matter how you think about it, either stay away from this person or make friends with him.

The man quickly made a decision and told his followers to stop asking about Shui Miao.

Whether they will meet or get acquainted in the future, let nature take its course.

I have to say that this is a smart man who knows what is best for himself.

On the other side of the inn, Chixue had been looking forward to the man coming to make trouble. She had all her melon seeds ready, but she never saw the man coming, nor did she see the man's entourage again.

It was disappointed, and a little bit resentful that iron is not as good as steel. Why did it give up so easily? After all, I asked the name of the host. It was really hopeless and gave up so quickly.

Shui Miao was already used to Chi Xue's attitude of watching the fun. This little thing always wanted to watch the show, and she didn't even want to whip it.

In the afternoon, Ling Yi came back from outside, "Master, I have heard a lot of news. The most important thing is that Southern Xinjiang is about to re-enter the election of a saint."

Shui Miao: "Saint?"

She had read about some situations in southern Xinjiang from books, but they were not specific. She also knew that there were saints in southern Xinjiang, but she didn't know how the saints were selected.

Ling Yi sat down and drank a glass of water, and continued: "Yes, the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang is elected every ten years. The candidates are basically young ladies from aristocratic families, and there are also commoners, but very few. Such people are usually in They will be brushed off during the primary election and will never make it to the second round.”

Shui Miao: "How many rounds of elections are there in total?"

Ling Yi: "Three rounds, the first round is about appearance and temperament. Ordinary people don't have access to good resources and upbringing. Naturally, they are not as good as women from aristocratic families in this aspect. It's normal to fail."

"Of course, if Master goes, the first round will be in vain for you and there will be no pressure."

Without waiting for Shui Miao to speak, he added: "The second round is to assess knowledge. There are also three levels of exams here. The first level is to assess drug knowledge, the second level is to assess the number of spells, and the third level is to assess the assigned patients. See a doctor."

"Only if you pass all three exams will you be considered to have passed the second round."

"The third round is to get recognition from some holy Gu."

Shui Miao: "Holy Gu?"

Ling Yi nodded, "Yes, it is said that the Holy Gu is a sacred object of the Saintess Temple of Southern Xinjiang. It has been supported by the Saints of the past dynasties. Only the Saint of Southern Xinjiang is recognized by it. Otherwise, even if the performance in the first two rounds is No matter how great it is, it doesn’t matter.”

Shui Miao: "Do you know what Holy Gu is?"

Ling Yi shook his head, "I don't know, only the saint knows what it is?"

Shui Miao frowned, "During the previous selection, it was impossible for only one person to pass the first two rounds, right?!"

Ling Yi: "Indeed, but in the second round they will be ranked, and only the first place will be confirmed with Holy Gu."

Shui Miao: "The saints of all ages have always been the first in selection?"

Could this be too much of a coincidence? !

Ling Yi didn't understand either, "I don't know."

He didn't ask in such detail, mainly because those people didn't know the more detailed content.

Shui Miao didn't embarrass him, it was enough to know this.

Shui Miao asked Chi Xue: "Do you know what the Southern Xinjiang Holy Gu is?"

Chixue shook his big furry head, "Buji Island!"

Shuimiao Black Line, "What do you know?"

Chixue felt aggrieved, "People know a lot about it!"