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

After getting on the carriage, Yi Wan asked: [Does his expression show that he is willing to give up, or not?]

There were only her and Yiwan in the carriage.

The servants all followed outside the carriage.

At this time, Qiao Zhenzhen needs to calm down and think.

She had already retracted all her displayed emotions and said expressionlessly: [No.]

[Bastard, it's only because he's the male lead. Otherwise, Master Wan would have given him a claw and sent him to hell. ]

Hearing it say this, Qiao Zhenzhen actually laughed, "There's no need to be so extreme."

With her chin supported by her hand, Qiao Zhenzhen said in her heart: [It's just a little troublesome. Alas, this matter comes in waves.]

[You said... can we let the old man poison him to death? ]

The ten thousand refers to Xie Qianzhong.

As an alien monster, it cannot attack the main characters of this world.

But if they are from this world, it shouldn't be a problem.

Qiao Zhenzhen was silent. In fact, her feelings towards Tang Anning and Wei Yunzhi, the two main characters she created, have always been subtle.

Especially for Wei Yunzhi.

She had thought about it carefully, and the reason why she avoided contact with him from the beginning was, on the one hand, because she had written the character's resistance incorrectly, and on the other hand, there might have been a period of time when she really "loved" this person.

If you don’t fall in love with the male protagonist you write about, how can you write about the atmosphere of love?

But this kind of love does not exist in reality, it is just a two-dimensional love of that period of time.

What's more, Wei Yunzhi looks so beautiful after being materialized.

A dark and paranoid beauty will make people more tolerant.

This obsession with appearance is deeply rooted in our bones.

[It’s better not to involve the master. Who knows what kind of butterfly effect will appear. ]

Qiao Zhenzhen felt somewhat conflicted.

She admitted that she was indeed a soft-hearted person, as well as an author.

If possible, she hoped that the book would have a happy ending, with the prince ascending the throne, Tang An Ning being able to survive the palace intrigue and become the second prince's wife, and Wei Yunzhi finally finding his beloved.

As for herself...

Just live a good life with Han Zheng, and then compile the medical book promised to Xie Qianzhong.

Dreams are beautiful, but human nature is uncontrollable.

[Let’s wait and see, if…] She paused and sighed, [It won’t be too late to deal with him later.]

Yi Wan scratched his ears with his hind paws, "This is really troublesome. There is also the eldest princess. I don't know how she will come to harm you. But at least Wei Yunzhi came to remind you to be careful. I guess he has some good intentions. 】

[I will not go out during this period of time. I will stay at the Duke's Mansion with my master and continue to study medicine and make medicine. This way it will be safer.]

Qiao Zhenzhen kept her word and did not go out for the following days.

But some things always linger in my mind, casting a shadow that cannot be shaken off.

It's like a sharp blade hanging above your head, and you never know when it will fall.

Will it hurt yourself?

When people are unhappy, they like to tell their fortunes.

That day, Han Zheng returned home from the military camp, changed into home clothes, and went to the inner room.

I saw Qiao Zhenzhen leaning on the couch, reading a book attentively, with a pen in her hand, writing and drawing on the paper in front of her.

He held Qiao Zhenzhen's shoulders and gently kissed her cheek.

"What are you looking at? You're so focused that you don't even bother to give me a glance."

Shaking the book in her hand, Qiao Zhenzhen said, "It's a book about numerology written by my master."

In the past, in order to write a metaphysical novel, she had carefully and systematically studied the Four Pillars of Destiny and Zi Wei Dou Shu, and also dabbled in Tarot.

The era we lived in before was an era of information explosion.

As long as you want to learn, you can learn it as long as you move your fingers and are willing to spend time.

Nowadays, there are very few books on fortune-telling on the market. Perhaps Emperor Wu felt that these were feudal superstitions and should not be widely publicized.

Most people who engage in fortune-telling have inherited the profession from their family.

If everyone learns how to do these things to make a living, wouldn't they lose their jobs?

Therefore, numerology has always been a very mysterious thing for ordinary people.

Believers worship it as a god, while non-believers sneer at it.

"Numerology?" Han Zheng sat down opposite her and poured himself a cup of tea. "A fortune-telling book? When did you believe in this?"

Qiao Zhenzhen raised her eyes to look at him, "Why don't you believe it?"

In ancient times, people had to match their horoscopes before getting married. Could it be that Han Zheng is still a materialist?

"Why, Master has come to live with you recently and taught you these things?" Han Zheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Master is a Taoist master, shouldn't you believe that my fate is in my own hands?"

"That's true, but the premise is that you can understand your own destiny. If you have a good fate, then it's up to God. If you have a bad fate... then it's up to me."

"Sophistry." Han Zheng laughed, "What did you come up with?"

He looked at the paper in front of Qiao Zhenzhen, which looked familiar. He realized what was happening and asked in surprise, "My horoscope?"

"Yes, your horoscope." Qiao Zhenzhen smiled, "Want to hear what I figured out?"

"You said."

Han Zheng looked calm and composed, as if he was sitting there fishing.

I still think fortune-telling is a scam.

Qiao Zhenzhen is bound to make him drop his jaw.

She cleared her throat and began to play.

"You are... quite unexpected."

"What do you mean?" Han Zheng calmly took another sip of tea.

"I didn't expect that you actually like eating, drinking and having fun." Qiao Zhenzhen looked at him with a smile.

"Cough cough cough--" Han Zheng accidentally choked and coughed for a long time before stopping.

Qiao Zhenzhen continued, "You were not mature at a young age, but a naughty child who loved to eat and play."

"This is what the prince told you."

Han Zheng took the handkerchief she placed beside him and wiped his mouth.

"No, no, no, your horoscope told me that. You were born rich. Of course, anyone with eyes can see this, so let's not talk about it for now. But when your family gave you help and support, they also put a lot of restrictions on you."

"Why would you need to look at the horoscope for this?"

"You have a strong seal, you have a rival, you are strong, and you have the God of Food in the month..." Qiao Zhenzhen said some professional terms that he didn't understand, and then shook her head, "It's a pity that your first step of fortune was not good. You have the God of Owl luck."

"Say something I can understand." Han Zheng said.

Generally speaking, when a fortune teller says something bad, it is laying a solid foundation for asking for money later.

But the situation is different now. He really wants to hear why his bad luck lies. After all, in the eyes of everyone, he is a man with a very good life.

"I can understand it..." Qiao Zhenzhen thought about how to use common language to describe to him the situation of the owl god stealing food.

"Let me put it this way. You were originally a very happy child at heart. But since you were ten years old, you've become more and more serious. People think you're not easy to mess with. It's not that your face looks unhappy, but... you've really been unhappy all the time."

Han Zheng was stunned and the smile faded from his face.

"Ten years old, Xiaoshen...Xiaoshen's symbol..." Qiao Zhenzhen thought and asked, "How old were you when Aunt Lan entered the family? Nine years old?"

Han Zheng was silent for a moment before he said, "When I was eight years old, almost nine."

The reason why he remembered it so clearly was that before he was nine years old, his mother would make him a bowl of longevity noodles every year on his birthday.

But just before his ninth birthday, Aunt Lan came into the family.

His mother never cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for him again.

She devoted all her energy to the struggle with Aunt Lan, which lasted for many years before she finally gave up.