Everything is mine

Pei Rumei took Chen Baoxiang out of the pharmacy, and said in surprise as they walked: "Sister, you are so amazing, you can even recite the Medicine Sutra? That's a lot of words, it seems to be nearly 100,000."

When Chen Baoxiang heard this, her eyes went dark, and she wanted to faint on the spot.

100,000 words, who can recite it!

-Don't panic.

Zhang Zhixu said: I can.

-Ah? You can do this too?

-It's a small matter.

Chen Baoxiang couldn't help but hold her hands in her heart. If Pei Rumei hadn't been there, she would have knelt down and kowtowed to this immortal. Although he didn't have much magic power to turn silver into silver, he was really amazing and could do everything.

With the guarantee of the immortal, Chen Baoxiang became confident again, and followed Pei Rumei to the study room with a swagger.

Zhang Zhixu asked for paper and pen, and started to recite the first volume with his left hand.

Chen Baoxiang looked at her own handwriting, which was completely unworthy of her, and her eyes lit up: "Great Immortal, if you take the imperial examination, you will definitely be the top scholar."

"No." Zhang Zhixu said casually, "The emperor has chosen that people with too good looks are only worthy of being the third scholar."

"Ah?" Chen Baoxiang was stunned.

Zhang Zhixu paused and tried to make up for it: "That's what the rumors say."

"That's so unfair." She didn't doubt anything, but just muttered, "I lost the top scholar position in vain. People who don't know would think that I'm not talented enough, but in fact I'm just too beautiful."

Zhang Zhixu was actually reluctant to mention this matter. If he said it, it would seem like he couldn't afford to lose, and it would also make people feel that the emperor was ridiculous.

——In fact, the new emperor was so ridiculous. He lightly said, "The third scholar is good, just right for my son" and wiped out his more than ten years of hard work, making him the first person who had to kneel in the ancestral hall at home after passing the imperial examination.

In such an absurd world, what's the point of living, it's better to die.

But he had been eating Zhang's food for so many years, and he couldn't die in vain, so he had to drag Cheng Huaili down with him.

His mind was heavy, and the ink fell on his pen.

Chen Baoxiang was bored and started to chat: "I didn't like reading since I was a child. Grandma Ye wanted to teach me, but I had to run three times in the fields to catch birds and insects, pick flowers and tease dogs before I could learn an incense stick. Until now, I have only learned the three characters in Grandma Ye's name."

Zhang Zhixu came back to his senses: "Then you live a very free life."

"How can people live freely in the world?" She shook her toes and said, "Scholars have their own sufferings, and farmers have their own sufferings. It's just that it's not easy to come to the world, so we must find something to make ourselves happy, don't you think?"

Something to make ourselves happy... right?

Zhang Zhixu stopped writing and was slightly absent-minded. Chen Baoxiang just said that casually, and then continued to wail: "How many words are left? My hands are sore."

"Almost done." He put down his pen and continued to write, smiling, "If you want to get something, you have to pay for it."

This price is too high. She sat for a whole hour and her butt was sore before she finally finished memorizing.

Wang Shou got the news and was very unconvinced. He hesitated for two incense sticks before reluctantly rushing over: "How is it?"

Chen Baoxiang proudly handed over the immortal's memorized copy.

Wang Shou took a quick glance, and his contemptuous expression slowly turned into astonishment.

"Master, may the Lord bless you." He stood up. "This is really the "Pharmacopoeia" from the Tianfu era. This book is a unique copy. It is said that it has been in the palace for a long time. I have lived for more than 50 years, and I have only read the copy of the first volume."

He read it over and over again, and said to the steward beside him happily: "It is said that there are rare medicinal materials for stopping bleeding and relieving pain in the next few volumes. As long as this girl can memorize them, the general's leg may be saved."

The steward was excited and bowed to Chen Baoxiang: "Thank you, Miss. If you can save the general, my master will definitely reward you handsomely."

Chen Baoxiang asked in a daze: "General Cheng hurt his leg?"

Cheng Huaili was in a high position and should not have told outsiders about his injury, but for the sake of the Pharmacopoeia, Wang Shou still explained in a low voice: "There is an arrow wound on the leg, and it is severely ulcerated. The worst option is to break the leg to save his life, but if there is a miracle medicine, I can still try my best."

Zhang Zhixu narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard it.

Cheng Huaili should have been hit by more than one arrow at the Burning Tail Banquet, but the doctor is now concerned about how to save his legs, which means that the arrow in the chest really didn't kill him.

"I remember there is a separate volume of medicine for wounds at the back." Zhang Zhixu said, "I can recite half of it for you tomorrow."

"Thank you, young lady." The steward hurriedly greeted the servants, "Prepare clothes and dinner for the distinguished guests, treat them well, and don't be disrespectful."

"Yes."

Wang Shou put down the paper and said ashamedly: "I saw the young lady with a naive face and fancy clothes before, and I thought she was here to make trouble. I never thought that the young lady was really talented. It's really wrong for me to judge people by appearance. I apologize to the young lady."

As he said, he stood up and bowed to her.

Chen Baoxiang quickly jumped up to stop him, and said guiltily: "No, no."

The judgment was correct. Talent belongs to the immortals, not hers. She is just a vase who knows nothing.

She wanted to say a few more humble words, but the immortal spoke for her: "I have been learning medicine from the God of Medicine since I was a child, but I have always been superficial and have never seen much real medicine. Today I am lucky enough to meet the Godly Doctor Wang. Please give me more advice."

"Oh?" Wang Shou became more energetic, "Is Sun Sihuai yours?"

"He is my master."

"Good, good, good!" Wang Shou clapped his hands, "Since we parted in Changbai Mountain, I haven't seen my senior brother for twelve years. I didn't expect to meet his apprentice here."

Chen Baoxiang was sweating.

- Immortal, don't recognize your master randomly. They are all acquaintances. I am afraid that he will be exposed after a few words.

The immortal completely ignored her wailing, instead he clasped his hands together and bowed to Wang Shou: "Junior Chen Baoxiang, meet uncle."

Wang Shou was stunned, then stroked his beard and laughed: "Your master is a man with high eyes, never looking at me, his junior brother, straight in the eye. I didn't expect that you, his little disciple, are sensible. Good, get up quickly."

Chen Baoxiang was confused. She just came to Pei's house to pick up a man, how did she become the disciple of the God of Medicine and the nephew of the genius doctor?

What's more terrifying is that this genius doctor is very enthusiastic and protective. Once he recognized her, he treated her as his own. He turned to the housekeeper and said: "There is no need to arrange a guest room elsewhere, just let her stay at my place, and she can also keep company with my few naughty female disciples."

"Okay." The housekeeper agreed repeatedly and asked someone to arrange it.

Chen Baoxiang forced a smile on her face, but she was about to cry in her heart: Immortal, if he asks me about the God of Medicine tomorrow, how should I answer?

-Everything is up to me.

Zhang Zhixu said calmly: Just do your own thing, I can take care of the rest for you.

The deep voice echoed in my mind, and it made me feel inexplicably at ease.