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

The day after attending Mo Tingjin's wedding, Qiao Zhenzhen went straight back to Baoguo Temple.

There are only two months left before the previously planned time to go home.

These two months have passed in a flash.

At the end of June, Qiao Zhenzhen finally completed the upgrade task for the year.

She is no longer the Qiao Zhenzhen who was often uneasy when facing this world a year ago.

Now she has mastered traditional Chinese characters, and has mastered the use of the brush to perfection. She has also mastered a useful technique and has acquired other martial arts skills.

The most important thing is that everyone has accepted Mo Yuying's current appearance.

No one would question that she had changed a lot, and no one would see through the fact that she was not actually Mo Yuying.

I feel like every day when I wake up is bright and the future is even brighter.

A year ago she would have felt irritated about getting married, but not anymore because she has the confidence to deal with any situation.

Xie Qianzhong was reluctant to let her go, and suggested, "Why not stay for a few more days?"

Qiao Zhenzhen said helplessly, "It has been delayed for more than half a month, Master. My father and mother have both sent letters to urge me to go back, saying that if I don't go back, the Duke's Mansion will have something to say."

She couldn't really go back a few days before the wedding.

Putting yourself in his shoes, if Han Zheng had delayed his time for other matters and hurried back to get married, it would certainly give people the impression that he did not take this marriage seriously.

Seeing the old man curled his lips in displeasure, Qiao Zhenzhen comforted him, "I'm just going home. It's not like we'll never see each other again. Didn't we agree before that I'll spend three months every year living in the temple?"

Xie Qianzhong still just snorted and held on to Yiwan and refused to let go.

Yiwan twisted his body and struggled. It's okay to hug him in winter, but in this hot weather, are you going to kill me with the heat?

Its heart is awkward!

"Let go of Master Wan! It's so hot!" Yi Wan screamed, "Qiao Zhenzhen, save me!"

But Xie Qianzhong held it very tightly, and even pinched the back of its neck with one hand.

Qiao Zhenzhen felt a little distressed when she saw this.

"What if their family doesn't allow you to live in the temple?" Xie Qianzhong said dissatisfiedly.

"Whether they let me go or not has nothing to do with me. I just said that it was Zen Master Mingtong who said that I should pray in the temple for three months every year, otherwise it would be bad for myself and my family. How could they not let me out?"

"The old bald donkey's words are quite convincing." Xie Qianzhong said, "But if you say so, the Duke's Mansion won't be dissatisfied with you, right?"

"Master, when will you ever care about what others think?"

"Master doesn't care, but you are different from Master. Master is a person from the outside world, while you are still in the world of mortals."

Qiao Zhenzhen smiled and said, "The marriage between the prince and I was granted by an imperial order. If you have any objections, go to His Majesty. I don't think any of them would have the guts to do that. Putting aside the fact that I am a princess now, even because of my father's power, they dare only keep their displeasure to themselves and have to be polite to me in public."

Xie Qianzhong stroked his beard and finally smiled.

Qiao Zhenzhen took the opportunity to snatch the ten thousand yuan back from him and set him free.

Yiwan, run away quickly.

"And it's not that strict. If you get bored living in the mountains, just come find me. I've already told the prince that Suiyuan will definitely leave a yard for you. If you're afraid of trouble, don't go in through the main gate. Let Yiwan take you over the wall."

The Duke's Mansion is very large, with thousands of people living there. It takes some effort to find the right garden.

"Then you really underestimate Master. If I want to, I can even sneak into the Imperial Palace."

"I know you are very capable..." Qiao Zhenzhen coaxed the old man, "Master, look at my past year of study, and now I am at this level..."

Xie Qianzhong shook his head slightly, "I guess I've gotten started."

"Have you just gotten started?" Qiao Zhenzhen felt that she had studied very hard this year. She had finished reading the "Inner Canon of Medicine" and could basically memorize "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and "Compendium of Materia Medica", and had some understanding of her own.

"Of course, you still have a long way to go."

Qiao Zhenzhen sighed, "Compared to Master's talent, I am far behind."

Back then, Xie Qianzhong didn't even have a master. He taught himself by relying on a set of "Inner Canon" collected in a Taoist temple.

At that time, the Dashun Kingdom had not yet been established, and the "Inner Canon of Medicine" was still recorded on bamboo slips. It was basically difficult to get other medical books.

Because papermaking and printing techniques had not yet developed, knowledge was monopolized by the aristocratic families.

Today, there are numerous bookstores with a wide range of books at low prices, all thanks to Emperor Wu's efforts over the years, which have ensured that knowledge is no longer owned by a few people.

Over the past seventy years, the control of power by the aristocratic families has been gradually broken until the current situation has arrived.

When Xie Qianzhong was young, he dared to give acupuncture to people everywhere based on his reading of the "Inner Canon of Medicine".

Since there are only a few prescriptions in the "Inner Canon of Medicine", half of the book is devoted to the principles of acupuncture.

Xie Qianzhong couldn't find any books on pharmacology, so he was not good at using medicine.

He said: "The world was in chaos at that time, with wars everywhere and the overall situation uncertain. The people could not even afford to eat, let alone medicine."

But relying on that one needle, Xie Qianzhong still cured many patients.

Of course, there are many that cannot be cured.

According to the old man himself, his medical skills improved ten years after the founding of the Dashun Dynasty.

At that time, the printing industry was booming. Not only did books become cheaper, but there were also many varieties. It was from then on that he truly embarked on the path of a "miracle doctor".

In the past, I treated patients just as a side job.

The main job is still to be a Taoist priest, to look at Feng Shui, tell fortunes, and drive away evil spirits.

"Masters are too lazy nowadays. They don't want to give injections instead of prescribing medicine." Xie Qianzhong once said this to Qiao Zhenzhen.

In Qiao Zhenzhen's view, acupuncture is an ability to adjust one's popularity, and it consumes one's own energy and spirit.

Even if you prick the same acupuncture point, the effect will be different for different people.

As for prescribing medicine, Xie Qianzhong is indeed more lazy.

But for Qiao Zhenzhen, these are still heights she has never reached.

"Master, when do you think I can prescribe medicine for people?"

"It's okay now. Don't prescribe too strong a medicine that will kill the person all at once. If you find that the direction is wrong, just turn around."

Such irresponsible words actually came from the mouth of a miracle doctor.

If those who come to seek medical treatment heard this, I wonder if they would be scared to break out in a cold sweat.

"Forget it, I'll wait until I improve my medical skills."

"You are too steady and conservative." Xie Qianzhong said, "Treating a disease is all about trying again and again. Practice makes perfect."

Qiao Zhenzhen waved her hand to refuse.

Her view on human life is different from that of people of this era, and she cannot do such a thing.

But think about it, with thousands of years of Chinese medicine heritage, many classic prescriptions were created by trying them on humans time and time again, and then adjusting them to the best results.

This is what is called clinical experience.

"Master, are you really not considering publishing a book? Since ancient times, the only things that can be recorded in history are small stories and works."