"Yue'er, you're so skillful, have you ever thought about getting to know a disciple with Dr. Xu Xizhen, learn medical skills and acupuncture, save the world, and be a female doctor?"

When Wang Ziyue heard him suddenly say this, he hesitated a little, put down his plan, turned around, faced with Fang Zhongyong, and asked tentatively: "Zhongyong thinks Yue'er can be a female doctor?"

"Yes." Fang Zhongyong nodded, and the clear moonlight shone on his eyes, reflecting the beautiful shadow of Prince Yue:

"Yue'er, you are very skilled, read and literate, smart and studious, and you are just right for a disciple. From an objective perspective, you have a good foundation for being a good doctor,"

When Wang Ziyue saw the sincere expression of praise for herself in Fang Zhongyong's eyes, she couldn't help but blush, but she felt as happy as if she had eaten honey.

Only Fang Zhongyong continued:

"And, subjectively, you have experienced Yue'er yourself. This era has very irresponsible prejudice against women's normal diseases, but the era is like this. If a female doctor can cure these diseases for women, perhaps, can more people be fulfilled?"

Wang Ziyue could see the sincerity of Fang Zhongyong's words and the kind of transcendent empathy. However, why do people in "this era" and "this era" seem to hear that he is not a person from this era? Subjectively? Objectively? What are these?

No matter what is good, just what Fang Zhongyong said is enough to make Prince Yue's heart boil.

Yes, physical diseases have caused a lot of grievances and injuries. If a female doctor takes a needle in the lower body, it should be easier for more people in the current "era"? A female doctor is really desirable to hear it in the past.

She bit her lip slightly and looked at Fang Zhongyong's eyes, her eyes facing each other, and time seemed to freeze.

"Do you think I can do it?" Wang Ziyue opened her lips lightly, and her eyes were filled with the light of trust.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Wang Ziyue and patted her shoulder with encouragement, using a forceful posture that was not very good for his spine, nodded fiercely, expressing his strong affirmation.

...

Li Yuanhao sat in his wool felt blanket tent, holding a book full of Chinese. On the title page of the book, there were two big words "Yuewen".

Next to him, Zhang Daoli, the Han military advisor of Li Yuanhao, stayed aside with fear, slanted his eyes and peeked at Li Yuanhao's reaction.

The book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" by Fang Zhongyong was carefully obtained by him from afar and presented to Li Yuanhao.

Li Yuanhao was a little disdainful at first, thinking that he was a person who was determined to be an emperor, what the hell was this?

But after not long watching, I was attracted by the military tactics and battle formations, and I was a little obsessed with it.

"What kind of person is Fang Zhongyong? Why have you never heard of a general like this in Song Dynasty?" Li Yuanhao glanced at Zhang Daoli and asked with a whisper.

"When King Hao, this Fang Zhongyong is not a general of the Song Dynasty." Zhang Daoli looked pious and solemn.

"Oh, who is this? Is he a civil servant?" Li Yuanhao rolled his eyelids and thought to himself, in addition to the stubborn old man Fan Zhongyan, there is such a person who is familiar with the art of war?

"Yes. Fang Zhongyong is the new top scholar. Now, he is the civil servant of the Hanlin Academy who is willing to prepare daily life for the Emperor of the Song Dynasty." Zhang Daoli said all the information he had obtained to Li Yuanhao without saying a word.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha," Li Yuanhao couldn't help laughing to the sky after hearing this: "For such a person, let him be a civil servant who records the emperor's food, drink, defecation and urination for a day? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"Ha-haha--" Zhang Daoli glanced at Li Yuanhao's eyes, cooperated with Li Yuanhao's pride, laughed absolutely, and restrained himself in time to adjust the degree of his smile, in order to be just right.

Lao Zhang’s inner drama at this moment:

It is difficult to be a Han military advisor who defected to the barbarians. If it weren't for the repeated attempts, who would have been willing to serve such a person who licked blood from the knife every day? Fang Zhongyong was able to win the top scorer and stay with Emperor Renzong, which was so much more tired than he was. He was envious, jealous and hated.

...

As soon as Fang Zhongyong returned to Fang's mansion that day, he saw Ma Erya running out hurriedly, with a greeting in his hand - it was more like a small piece of sticky notes than a visiting book.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Ma Erya's panic and didn't know what was going on, so he quickly reached out to take the small piece of paper from her hand.

"Miss Zhe came in the afternoon. She wanted to escort a group of military supplies with Miss Liu to the Western Army, saying yes, saying that she was here to say goodbye to Brother Zhongyong." Ma Erya naturally understood how important Zhe Yiran was to Fang Zhongyong, so she rushed over and spoke out in panting.

Fang Zhongyong read the note and heard Ma Erya say this again, and he didn't care much about it. He directly led Chai Lin's explosive horse, jumped onto the horse's back, and headed towards Zhe Mansion.

"Brother Zhongyong, be careful. Miss Zhe left only the day after tomorrow. I can see it today... Do you want to ask Jian Jiao to come and take you...Brother Zhongyong, hey, hey-" Ma Erya still shouted behind him when she saw Fang Zhongyong's anxious look out.

Fang Zhongyong could not hear Ma Erya say so many things. For the first time in his life, he felt like he was separated from life and death.

As a human being in two lives, the first woman who made me feel like a confidant and deeply moved is now going to the border of Song Xia? Fang Zhongyong thought of this and felt even more impetuous, and he wished he could see Zhe Yiran immediately.

"Li Yuanhao? Western Army? Border troubles? Still--" Fang Zhongyong drove the horse, and the small train of history in his heart took countless turns, but he was still full of worry.

The exploding horse under him was rare as if he had understood Fang Zhongyong's intentions. He did not bump randomly, but just moved forward steadily and gracefully.

The winter night wind blew across Fang Zhongyong's face, but he didn't feel cold at all.

Finally, I arrived at the gate of Zhe Mansion.

This mansion, which has been around for decades, should have triggered Fang Zhongyong's infinite remembrance of history. Whether it is the heroic appearance of Zhe Taijun, his ancestors, or the countless legendary stories of Zhe Yang's family.

But at this time, Fang Zhongyong was already unaware of those things.

A heart thumped, he slid off the horse, walked outside the Zhe Mansion gate, and gently pulled the two beast-faced copper rings.

The bright moonlight reflected on the face of the door that opened the door. When the door saw Fang Zhongyong, he seemed a little confused. Then he quickly slapped his forehead and smiled: "Is it Fang Zhongyong, the top scholar in the current science department - Oh no - Lord Fang?"

Fang Zhongyong calmed his mind and replied: "It was my lower house. Miss Yiran went to the lower house this afternoon. I don't know what's important, so I'm afraid I'll delay it, so as soon as I found out, I hurried to come."

Menzi bowed slightly with a very kind attitude. Tong was full of a military-style upright and hard posture. He said gently: "Young people will go to Tongzhi now, Lord Fang wait."

Fang Zhongyong also replied with a gift.

After a while, Zhe's heroic figure walked out of the door.

Seeing Fang Zhongyong's nervous look, Zhe still seemed to understand something, and he couldn't help laughing a little.
Chapter completed!