She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

The next day, Chu Cong got up early.

Qiao Zhenzhen got up and took a shower. When she went into the study after breakfast, he was already sitting in front of the desk, flipping through the "Shanghai" she had been studying recently, which contained many of her thoughts and questions.

Qiao Zhenzhen thought to herself that it was really hard to be a prince. It was rare for him to come out to recuperate and yet he was so diligent.

I guess my biological clock has been set and I can't sleep even if I want to.

After seeing the gift, she said, "Master, can you have breakfast?"

"It's been used." Chu Cong said.

Qiao Zhenzhen took out the medicine bag from the drawer of the medicine cabinet, "Then I will help you make the medicine."

Chu Cong took her book as he did the day before, and followed her to the kitchen. Wang Cheng brought him a small horse. He lifted his robe with one hand, sat upright, and continued reading.

Although he didn't look at her, Qiao Zhenzhen felt that she was working under the watchful eye of the supervisor and couldn't help but say: "Young master, just wait in the study."

Chu Cong raised his head, "Did I influence Miss Mo?"

He said so, and Qiao Zhenzhen could only reply, "No, you can continue reading."

I couldn't help but cursed in my heart for being in the way.

Chu Cong lowered his head to read again. He didn't mean anything else. He was just a minister's daughter who boiled medicine for him personally to show respect and not to treat people as maids, so she lowered her profile.

Who knew that Qiao Zhenzhen didn't care about these small details.

He had never read a medical book carefully before, so he was fascinated by it for a while.

After a while, seeing Qiao Zhenzhen idle, he asked: "Are these all your comments?"

"Annotations are not counted, just some ideas." Qiao Zhenzhen said, "Compared with the Internal Classic, "Shanghai" is more like Mr. Zhongjing's medical records. There is no clear dialectics and all are symptomatic medicines, so I wrote I have learned some of my dialectical ideas, and when Master comes, I will ask him whether he is correct or not."

"I see."

Chu Cong asked many questions one after another.

Qiao Zhenzhen answered patiently.

She had thought that the person who could make friends with Han Zheng would probably be someone with a similar personality to him.

But I don’t know whether it’s because the prince himself is a talkative person, or because he and Han Zheng are good friends, and she is Han Zheng’s future wife, so they are so familiar with each other.

But when I think about it, I met the prince for the first time in the palace and had dinner together. He talked a lot at that time, and he was almost the one who was enlivening the atmosphere in the room. It can be seen that the relationship between the emperor and the empress is really good, so the prince His character is not depressing or boring at all, just like a filial son in an ordinary family who amuses his parents.

Looking at the prince with such a personality, she was still a little envious.

Unlike her, she was awkward in front of her biological parents at first, but later she simply chose to talk less.

If she doesn't stick to her, everyone will be at ease. Sometimes she thinks of calling her to care about her life. At that time, she has already figured out everything. Instead of expecting the love of others, it is better to love herself more.

Life is much happier when it is not accompanied by constant disappointment.

As for Mo Qingyang and Wu, although there was a bit of acting when getting along with them, because they are indeed parents who love their children very much, and they have been together for several months, they are somewhat sincere.

However, Mo Yuying's soul has dispersed, and her existence is to ensure that this family will not be destroyed in ten years. This is also worthy of her occupying this body, although everything was not her intention.

Of course, she has to take the blame for this book.

Qiao Zhenzhen sometimes thought that although she was gradually changing, Wu's carelessness might not be able to tell the truth from the false, but with Mo Qingyang's mind, she would know that her daughter had been replaced.

It doesn't seem to be the case at the moment. It's just because she likes to think too much. My grandmother once said that a relative's daughter was overbearing and overbearing when she was a child. When conditions were not good, she could dominate and eat a chicken. Later, she grew up and became more sensible. , the person became kind and generous, completely different from the other two, but no one doubted that she had been taken away from her.

The prodigal son can't exchange gold for his return.

In short, after the second day, Qiao Zhenzhen was very tired. In fact, she didn't do much, she just took some medicine, but she felt even more tired than usual martial arts training. Socializing with people was mentally tiring, not to mention that the person was still the prince. He You can ask casually, but she can't answer casually. She has to go through the words in her head.

So that night, she asked the prince to drink three meals of medicine, and she and Ten Wan went to bed early.

Ten Wan stayed in the yard all day without going out to play. Apart from keeping an eye on the medicine, he just wandered around among the people in the outer yard, eavesdropping on the conversations of the unfamiliar faces, trying to find possible nails from other houses, but to no avail.

After sleeping until midnight, Qiao Zhenzhen was woken up by someone pushing her.

This is very unusual. No one except Ten Thousand will bother her at night.

So there was almost no confusion. She blinked hard and looked at the person who came. It was Xia Xiang who was holding a candle.

"What happened?"

The voice sounded sober, as if he had never fallen asleep.

Xia Xiang's voice trembled, the candle flame shook violently in her hand, and the flickering light illuminated the entire bedroom like a stroboscopic precursor of terror in a TV series.

"Girl... said, said..." She swallowed nervously, took a breath and continued, "bandits have attacked Baoguo Temple!"

Qiao Zhenzhen's eyes widened for a moment, and she immediately lifted the warm quilt and got out of bed. She pushed Ten Wan awake and said, "Wake up, something big happened."

Ten Wan was sleeping soundly, arched his buttocks, changed his position, and continued to swim in his dreamland.

Xia Xiang put the lamp on the bedside coffee table and hurriedly dressed Qiao Zhenzhen.

"I'll do it myself. What's the situation? How many people are here? Is the master awake? Is Aunt Hong awake? Has the prince been notified? Are the monks in the temple going to fight the enemy?" Qiao Zhenzhen threw out many questions Question, the other side called Ten Thousand again, "Get up quickly, bandits are attacking Baoguo Temple."

Xia Xiang tried her best to keep her voice steady, "Mr. Old Man, Aunt Hong, and Ruyi Ruyi. In our family, everyone who knows martial arts has gone to the front to support us."

Qiao Zhenzhen looked solemn, "There are many people on the other side?"

It stands to reason that there are three hundred warrior monks in Baoguo Temple. If the number of enemies is not large and they are only of the quality of ordinary bandits, there is no need for dozens of people on her side to take action.

"There are a lot of people, even the guards brought by the prince are here... There is news from the front that there may be thousands of people!"

Ten Wan finally woke up at this time. After hearing clearly what Xia Xiang reported, he became anxious, "Thousands of people?! Where did they come from so many bandits?"

Even if Ten Thousand was a cat, it would still feel like something was fishy.

Thousands of bandits came to Baoguo Temple to rob?

Your brain is broken!

Qiao Zhenzhen said: "This is wrong. Although Baoguo Temple is not close to Shangjing City, it is not far away. The eastern suburbs camp is only more than 20 miles away from us. Which bandit dares to set up camp on the nearby hills?"

Xia Xiang shook her head, "I don't know. I just heard the news that he looked like a bandit."

"Are you here for the prince?" Tenwan asked.

"I don't know." Qiao Zhenzhen looked at it, "Maybe it's possible that it's coming for me."