There are not as many pictures of military formations as there are map maps, so only ten of them can be read.
Miss Jun looks at it more carefully than the map, and of course she doesn’t expect to understand it now. Just like the map, she will read it over many times until she remembers it clearly.
Remember first and then learn. This is what the master told her when he threw piles of medical books. This helped her develop a strong memory and became her habit.
The reason why she looked at the military formation map carefully was not because she needed to memorize it now, but because the people drawn on the military formation map were very interesting.
The military formation diagram is basically composed of dots and lines, but several soldiers and generals are also drawn in it.
She didn't care when she looked at the first few pictures, but when she looked at them next, she found that the faces of these soldiers and generals had not changed.
They are vivid and expressive throughout the ten military formation pictures, just like real people.
It should be a real person, and it must be someone that Master is familiar with.
These people range in age, ranging from those in their thirties to teenagers with childish faces. Each formation picture has a different expression, either smiling, calm or courageous, and lifelike.
Are these people from Master's past?
Under the bright light, Miss Jun once again carefully watched the faces of these people as they turned over page after page. After ten pictures of military formations, the content that should have appeared finally appeared.
What a man called a miracle doctor should write about.
This is a medical case.
Miss Jun breathed a sigh of relief and was a little amused. She took a sip of tea and continued to read the medical record. Unlike the stunning pictures and words in the previous ones, the handwriting in this medical record was sloppy and had many typos. It looked very strange.
Not to mention that the description is also confusing, as if I wrote it wherever I thought.
But Miss Jun saw a smile on her face, this is the master.
However, it is a pity that this medical record does not mention the specific place and time, so there is no information about Master's past.
I turned over page after page, and the pages were filled with medical records. They couldn't be considered medical records. They could be said to be the master's own words. The handwriting was scrawled and unorganized. The previous sentence was still talking about how this disease should be treated.
The next sentence goes to another disease, like talking to oneself.
Talking to myself.
In fact, at that time, he was playing chess by himself, and so was his master. Apart from teasing and teasing himself, he had no one to play with.
Miss Jun seemed to see him sitting in front of the table with his legs crossed, throwing pickled beans into his mouth, writing quickly on the paper, muttering in his mouth, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes slapping the table and laughing.
He is actually talking to himself and playing with himself.
Miss Jun paused for a moment, turned the page again, then sat upright with her eyes slightly focused.
This is a page that is even more scrawled like random drawings, and these scrawls are all about the same sentence.
Not enough, not enough, not enough.
This sentence fills this page.
It turned out that the master not only said it, but also wrote it down. At that time, she didn't feel anything when listening to it. Now looking at the scrawls on this page, she can feel the master's irritability, anxiety and even despair at that time.
So desperate.
Miss Jun placed her hand on this page.
At that time, she didn't understand what despair meant. Until the moment she died, despair was just watching helplessly but unable to do anything.
She watched helplessly as her enemy was alive, but she was helpless.
Then Master, why is he so helpless and despairing?
Can someone like him be helpless?
Can the purple fairy plant relieve his despair? Is one purple fairy plant not enough? In fact, she has already seen two.
It's a pity that one of them was snatched away by Zhu Zan and wasted on a flower that has no use except being beautiful.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.
This Zhu Zan.
There was a rustling sound outside the window, like spring silkworms eating.
Miss Jun put down the letter and walked to the window. The drizzle blew on her face with the wind, bringing a bit of refreshment.
I wonder how he is now? The injury must be fine, she is confident, and is he confident that he can solve the trouble Zhu Zan is involved in?
Therefore, just like wasting the Ziying Immortal Strain, it was really a waste for him to personally kill and get involved in Mr. Huang's incident.
I really can't figure out whether he is impulsive and naive, or cowardly and cunning.
As for the other purple fairy plant.
Miss Jun's anxious eyebrows softened like the rain on this summer night.
Still buried under the tree in Prince Huai's Mansion.
Prince Huai's Mansion.
She didn't know if Jiu Feng was asleep now, or if he was still sad or angry. She was somewhat relieved about Jiu Fang, after all, Mr. Gu was still there to accompany him.
The thought flashed through her mind, and Miss Jun smiled bitterly. It turned out that she had unknowingly regarded Mr. Gu as a trustworthy person.
But what about sister?
Does my sister know that she has left the capital? Will she be sad, happy, or feel nothing? Or she has already forgotten her.
After all, they only met once, and they only got along for a few days, and he had another face. To Princess Jiuli, he was just a doctor, a doctor whose duty was to treat illnesses and save people.
Miss Jun reached out and touched her face, wiping away a thin layer of rainwater.
Compared with Jiu Fu, Jiu Li is a lonely person without anyone to accompany her.
At this time, the night sky in Beijing was clear, there was no rain or wind, and the sultry heat of summer had already begun to appear.
The lights in the Lu Mansion's residence were bright, and even though it was late at night, people were still quiet.
Several maids placed new ice cubes in the four corners of the room, replacing the ice cubes that had not yet melted but were no longer good for Lu Yunqi, and took them out.
The room is as cool as autumn.
The girls and servants all left, and Princess Jiuli, who had taken off her makeup and changed into homely clothes, was not alone guarding the lamp.
"Jiuyi's writing has indeed improved a lot." She said with a smile under the lamp, looking at the scroll in her hand with a soft light in her eyes, and then raised her head and nodded to Lu Yunqi sitting opposite, "The gentleman you hired is really good.
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Lu Yunqi looked dull.
"I didn't invite you," he said, "he came on his own."
"But if he just wants to come, he may not be able to come." Princess Jiuli said with a smile.
It's not like anyone can enter Prince Huai's Mansion if they want.
"But it would be really stupid for him to use this method to convey news to you again." Lu Yunqi said, looking at the scroll in Princess Jiuli's hand, "Although I haven't read the book, it doesn't mean that I don't
I'm literate, but I don't know what acrostics is."
Princess Jiuli smiled and put the scroll back on the table.
"He didn't want to hide it from you," she said, "otherwise he wouldn't have written it."
Lu Yunqi didn't speak any more, and neither did Princess Jiuli. She picked up the needle and thread from the side and began to embroider under the lamp. Her eyebrows were peaceful and there was a smile on her lips.
If she hadn't been taught to be upright and polite since she was a child, if she had hummed a little song at this moment, the atmosphere in the room would have been even warmer.
"Why are you so happy to know that she returned to Yangcheng safely?" Lu Yunqi asked suddenly.
Princess Jiuli keeps sewing.
"Because it always makes people happy to see a person live happily and comfortably," she said with a smile.
Is living a good and comfortable life something that makes people happy?
Lu Yunqi remained motionless.
And whether others are happy or not is never his concern.
"I mean, whether it's Yangcheng or Beijing, what's the difference?" he said.
Princess Jiuli stopped sewing and raised her head to look at him, her expression a little helpless.
"You still won't let it go?" she said.
"Why should I let it go?" Lu Yunqi also looked at her and said.
The bright lights in the room did not illuminate his face, but instead made it hidden in shadow.
Without that handsome, pale and strange face, only his dull expression and voice made him look serious and simple.
"The reason why I achieved the status I have today and everything I have today is because of her."
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Thanks to Bingyi from the south, "The last shot", an inch of agarwood, and Third Young Master Jing for the reward of He's Bi.