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

"Please don't make things difficult for my master. At my age, I only have a few years left to live. Can you bear to see me spending my last few years writing books all day long?" Xie Qianzhong pretended to be pitiful.

"What you said means that if you write a book, you won't live for many years. Who said that with your physique, you might even live longer than me?"

"Master just said it casually, and you really believe it."

Qiao Zhenzhen asked: "Which of you said it casually? Is it that you only have a few years left, or that you can live longer than me?"

"Whichever sentence you think is correct?" Xie Qianzhong said vaguely.

Qiao Zhenzhen rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, if you don't want to write it, then don't write it."

She looked at the shelves full of books in the large study, many of which were Xie Qianzhong's diaries.

Although Xie Qianzhong was reluctant to write a serious book, he always had the habit of writing a diary.

Sure enough, he is not a serious person. Who would write a diary?

It's called a diary, but it's placed so openly, as if you're not afraid of people reading it.

Qiao Zhenzhen flipped through several books. Apart from some notes on eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, they were basically records of his medical treatment, that is, medical records, including the patient's identity information, symptoms, prescriptions used, acupuncture points, and his own thoughts, as well as whether the patient was cured or died.

"Master, can I take all these journals back with me?"

Xie Qianzhong also looked at the bookshelf and said nonchalantly, "Take them away, take them all away."

When people reach his age, they have long seen through the world. All external things are things that you cannot bring with you when you are born and cannot take with you when you die, so there is nothing to be reluctant to give up.

An idea suddenly came to Qiao Zhenzhen. With her medical talent, she would probably never be able to reach her master's level in her lifetime.

Moreover, given her personality and status, it is impossible for her to travel all over the country to treat people from different classes.

"Master, what do you think if I compile everything you have learned throughout your life into a book and publish it? So that everyone in the world can read it if they want to. What do you think?"

Xie Qianzhong turned his pair of eyes, which were full of restrained light and clear black and white, towards her, and suddenly he understood what the old monk Mingtong meant by fate, and why she was the disciple suitable for him.

The reason he took in a disciple was to provide a place for his medical skills.

He didn't care about it at first, but as he got older, he felt it was a bit of a pity.

But even if he accepts disciples, it is hard to say how many generations the skills can be passed down.

If someone, especially a person of noble status, compiles his life's achievements into a book, publishes it, lets the world see it, and lets more people benefit from it, it can be considered a true "continuous" inheritance.

"That's good." He smiled. "This way, Master will also be remembered in history—"

Qiao Zhenzhen looked at him and smiled, "Don't worry, I will make sure you become the greatest doctor of all time!"

It is as if the clouds in the sky have been pushed aside to reveal the stars and the bright moon.

It was during her days in ancient times that she truly had a goal.

Instead of living aimlessly, she followed the path that ancient women had to go through, marrying, having children, managing the household, and being tied to a man all her life. It seemed that her life was not in vain, but in reality, it was just a muddle-headed life for her.

……

When Han Zheng arrived, he saw Qiao Zhenzhen's face filled with joy.

Xie Qianzhong stood beside her, staring at him. It wasn't scary, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

Han Zheng couldn't help but be more respectful. He clasped his fists and bowed, "Master, I'm here to take Zhenzhen home."

After knowing Xie Qianzhong's identity, he followed Qiao Zhenzhen in calling him Master, and Xie Qianzhong had no objection.

"Well." The old man put his hands behind his back and said seriously, "Your wedding will be in more than a month, right?"

"Yes, Master, the posts have been sent out." Han Zheng replied.

Qiao Zhenzhen suddenly remembered, "I forgot to give Master the invitation. Master, will you come to our wedding?"

In her subconscious, Xie Qianzhong was not loved and was not suitable to appear in front of others, so she did not classify him as a guest. Strictly speaking, he was considered a member of her mother's family.

"Come on, why not? But you don't need to post anymore." Xie Qianzhong said, "I will show up on that day."

"Okay, Master, you must come, but remember to keep a low profile, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the Duke's Mansion."

Xie Qianzhong finally smiled, "I know." But he immediately changed his expression and looked at Han Zheng, "Remember to be nice to my disciple, otherwise... I'll make you pay."

He wasn't kidding.

Han Zheng clasped his fists and bowed his head again, "I will obey Master's orders and will never treat Zhenzhen with any neglect."

His attitude made Qiao Zhenzhen hallucinate the world of immortal cultivation.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth and laugh, pretending to say: "Brother Qichen, you better be careful, there's not only one person watching you——"

Han Zheng looked up and couldn't help but laugh.

He whispered, "Yeah...I know."

Father-in-law, mother-in-law, master, and maybe even the emperor and empress...

In short, the pressure is quite high.

……

There were about thirty or forty boxes of various sizes spread out in the yard. Han Zheng was surprised, "So much luggage?"

Qiao Zhenzhen pointed at some of them and said, "That's the luggage I'm going to take back. The others are the dowries given by my master."

"More than thirty boxes?" The boxes were not small, and even now, the servants were still moving books out of the study.

Qiao Zhenzhen said to those people, "Be careful, don't damage the books."

The servants hurriedly replied: "Yes, young lady."

Xia Xiang said, "Don't worry, young lady. I'll be watching over you here and I'll make sure none of the books get damaged."

Han Zheng asked: "Aren't you going to live here in the future? Why are you moving all the books home?"

"I'm only moving some of them. Strictly speaking, these aren't books. They're Master's diaries. I want to take them back to read."

Then they will select, sort and compile them into a book. Now Qiao Zhenzhen is worried whether she can compile the book well based on her level, as this is different from writing an online novel.

She walked to a box and waved to Han Zheng, "Come here."

Han Zheng walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Zhenzhen opened the box a crack and said, "Look."

Han Zheng looked into the gap, but it was pitch black and he could not see anything.

Qiao Zhenzhen opened the gap a little more, and a box full of colorful gems sparkled brightly in the sunlight that leaked in.

Han Zheng's eyes were slightly startled. There were so many gems that even he, who thought he didn't care much about money, was surprised.

Qiao Zhenzhen slammed the box shut.

"This..." Han Zheng said, "Did the master give it to you?"

As the eldest son of a duke, he naturally had some experience. The duke's mansion was wealthy, but this was the first time he had seen such a large box filled with gems.

Qiao Zhenzhen came close to him and whispered, "This is just one of the boxes." She motioned him to look at the other boxes with her eyes, "I've seen them all. There are also gold, silver, pearls, jade, celebrity calligraphy and paintings, etc. I thought your master was a poor Taoist priest... Tsk tsk, who would have thought that I would become a wealthy woman all of a sudden."

Han Zheng quickly calmed down, "Master is a miracle doctor after all. He has been treating patients for decades, so he deserves some inheritance."