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"Teacher, you called me?" Zhao Qingyan lightly knocked on the door before entering the room.

Xiao Zhiyu signaled for him to close the door: "You look so terrible. You didn't sleep last night?" He pointed to the chair opposite him. "Take a seat."

Zhao Qingyan was about to bow, but seeing that her teacher had interrupted her, she went over and sat down, "I wonder when the backlash will come from now on. If the nightmare did not wake up, I was afraid that I would hurt Qing Han, so I did not dare to sleep. "

Xiao Zhiyuan shot a glance at him, not taking his words seriously at all, "You definitely won't be able to sleep soundly with everyone else around. If you don't want to sleep, it's because you don't want to sleep. There are too many excuses. "

Zhao Qingyan shrugged helplessly. "Didn't I say I was afraid that Teacher would be too worried?"

Xiao Zhiyu sized up his expression, "Have you drank the medicine I asked Hao Yu to deliver?"

"I drank it early in the morning." Zhao Qingyan casually said, then he seemed to recall that there was no way he could be careless in front of his teacher, so he added, "It's just that he vomited more than half a mouthful."

Xiao Zhiyu pushed the vein pillow next to him to the center of the table, "I knew you could spit out medicine, so I intentionally increased the dosage by thirty percent. You vomited even more than I thought."

Zhao Qingyan held onto her sleeve with her right hand and placed her hand on her pulse pillow. "Teacher's medicine is mild. If you take a good rest and wait for the medicine to absorb, you probably won't vomit. Maybe it's because I didn't sleep all night and had a cup of tea that I was able to vomit so much. "

Xiao Zhiyu was about to examine Yun Che's pulse when he suddenly withdrew his hand. He could not help but be slightly startled. "What?"

Zhao Qingyan pondered for a moment and asked carefully, "Teacher, can you not be angry?"

Xiao Zhiyu could guess what he meant by that. He smiled faintly, "Have you seen me angry before?"

Zhao Qingyan could only put her hands down. She had a pitiful look on her face, as if she was about to die.

Xiao Zhiyu frowned as soon as he touched his wrist, and after examining his pulse, his frown deepened, "Your pulse was indeed weak yesterday, but it did not reach such a state. Today, aside from serving tea, did you do anything else? " He specially called for his disciple at this time because he knew that he could not afford to be tired. This was so that he would not be unable to find a reason to leave due to the pretense of politeness. However, from the looks of it, he was extremely tired.

Zhao Qingyan knew that even if he lied, he could not hide it from his teacher. However, he could not answer truthfully, so he could only lower his head in silence.

"You, you made a round room last night?" Even though he felt that it didn't seem like it, Xiao Zhiyu could only guess at this point in time. Since there was no one by his side, he asked for his guess.

Zhao Qingyan was shocked. "No."

Xiao Zhiyu couldn't help laughing, "Why are you panicking?" Seeing that he avoided his gaze, he asked again, "Yes or no?"

Zhao Qingyan could only repeat, "No …" Teacher's inner force teacher still doesn't know? My meridians have been corroded by Zhu Yanyan into thousands of holes, and it's all thanks to teacher's' rejuvenation of the dead wood 'that I'm suppressing. If at this moment... How can I keep my life? "

Xiao Zhiyu was silent for a moment, "Although this inner force skill is not a child's skill, if it really is broken, dispersing the inner force is inevitable. Previously, when you were young, delaying your marriage by a few years wasn't out of the question. Now … Are you still planning to keep it a secret? "

Zhao Qingyan looked at his palm, then looked up at the teacher. "Master Hou died a grievous death, Qing Han and I should mourn for him for three years. Three years later, there might be a way to solve this problem. "

Xiao Zhiyu exerted a little more strength on his fingertip, "I will probe deeper to see what's going on, you just have to endure it."

Zhao Qingyan nodded. "Teacher, just circulate your strength. I know my limits." His body and the dead tree were fighting each other, and the dead tree was also Xiao Zhiyu's source of inner strength. Even if he didn't intentionally suppress his internal energy, he wouldn't have hurt Xiao Zhiyu. On the other hand, a normal visit shouldn't cause him too much pain.

The Qi entered his meridians and went straight to his dantian. After hovering for a moment, it was extracted from Zhao Qingyan's body. Xiao Zhiyu pondered for a moment, then asked, "When did you get this injury?"

Zhao Qingyan's hands were a little cold. She subconsciously looked around for something hot, but to no avail, she curled up her fingers and stopped searching. "The backlash from the beauty at the Mansion of the Trojan Horse caused me to forcefully suppress the internal energy conflict. "However, I didn't fully recover in the following period of time, and after coming back, I've gained another 60%."

Xiao Zhiyin poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of him, "With your medical skills, you shouldn't have ruined your body like this."

"A doctor's skill can't cure a doctor's heart." Zhao Qingyan knew that his teacher was slightly annoyed, but he did not dare to say anything more. His expression was one of exhaustion and helplessness, "You've been in bed for too long. Sometimes, I just don't want to care about you anymore." After all, you cannot recover from your illness, and you still need to spend less time and effort to recover from it. "

Xiao Zhiyu looked at him for a moment, "Can you hold on?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded. "Yes."

The time he took to answer was much shorter than Xiao Zhiyu thought, and it was certainly much shorter as well. This reply of his made Xiao Zhiyuan already prepared to not say anything anymore. In fact, he didn't know what to say at the moment.

Zhao Qingyan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the microwave tea. "I found a man who would rather stand all night in the winter than watch over me without rest, for fear that I would not be able to sleep soundly. His eyes were filled with the aura of death when my heart was dead. For him, I will endure, no matter what. "

A trace of a sigh flashed through Xiao Zhiyu's eyes, "Actually, there is nothing that I can't handle. I'm just afraid that I don't have the heart to continue."

"Teacher is right." Zhao Qingyan was silent for a moment before he looked at him seriously. "Teacher, save me."

Teacher, save me.

For a split-second, Xiao Zhiyu thought that he knew something, but he quickly regained his composure, "If you want to live, I will naturally save you."

Zhao Qingyan hesitated but still asked, "Then Zhu Yan will …"

Xiao Zhiyu interjected, "Other than Tang Xiaoxiao, there's no one else capable of alleviating this situation." If you don't want to see him, then go ahead and think about it. "

Zhao Qingyan's breathing paused for a moment before he closed his eyes and nodded his head, "Yes, I understand."

Xiao Zhiyu knew that he shouldn't say too much now. He said no more, "I've brought some medical books and Buddhist scriptures with me. If you have nothing else to do recently, come over often and make a copy of them."

Zhao Qingyan froze for a moment before his gaze landed on a pile of books not too far away. Seeing his teacher nod his head, he got up and went to get the books.

"Take all of them. Pick one at random and take a look. It won't be too late if you wait until your body is better." Xiao Zhiyu took the tea set from the table to the side, and left a cup of tea for his cowardly disciple.

There were eleven or twelve books that were not that thick. Zhao Qingyan carried them in his arms and placed them on the table. He was already out of breath. When the teacher indicated for him to sit down, he thanked him and sat down at the same place as before. He picked up the books one by one and read the names written on the cover, finally choosing a Buddhist scripture.

Xiao Zhiyin saw him pass the medical book and choose a Buddhist scripture instead. He was a bit surprised, but he didn't express it. He got up and grabbed an incense burner to light it up, placing it in front of Zhao Qingyan.

Honestly speaking, the thing Xiao Zhiyin was burning with could no longer be called 'spice'. Perhaps it was more appropriate to call it bark. These "spices", which were ground into powder with dozens of herbs, were a little suffocating at first smell. They were used to being bitter but also carried a somewhat unbearable stench.

This kind of smell might not be disgusting, but to Zhao Qingyan, who used precious spices all year round, it was like a form of torture.

However, it was clear that this was not the first time he had burned such a thing. Zhao Qingyan held his breath for a short while, accepting the smell after having to breathe.

"How does it smell compared to your spices?"

Unknowingly, he had finished reading a Buddhist scripture, and the incense burner no longer emitted smoke. That kind of feeling that was hard to praise also lightened a bit.

Zhao Qingyan shifted his gaze away from the incense burner made of gold and answered truthfully with a sincere tone, "Plain and simple."

A hint of a smile appeared in Xiao Zhiyu's eyes, "Don't tell me you think my spice has ruined your censer?"

"I don't dare." Zhao Qingyan didn't really care about the incense burner. "An object made of gold and jade only has looks, and it's even Teacher's spice …"

Xiao Zhiyu smiled and retorted, "You lost?"

Zhao Qingyan gave a light cough, "Disciple definitely did not mean that."

Xiao Zhiyu took a piece of paper and placed it in front of him, "Write it."

Zhao Qingyan was stunned. "What?"

Xiao Zhiyuan replied, "Write out the herbs used in the spices, and also write down the dosage."

Zhao Qingyan was truly stunned this time. It took a long time before he managed to recover his voice, "There are two or three medicinal herbs that are too low in quantity. The taste is not very clear. I am unable to discern them."

Xiao Zhiyu asked, "How many things have you identified?"

"Twenty-three." Zhao Qingyan thought for a moment, "Maybe 24. Perhaps the teacher felt that the fragrance of the spice was too pungent, so he intentionally added some flower juice to adjust the smell. Counting the Plum Blossom, there should be twenty-four kinds. "

Xiao Zhiyu raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

Zhao Qingyan answered without hesitation, "I'm not sure."

Xiao Zhiyu lightly said: "If you're not sure, then think about it."

Zhao Qingyan shook his head. "I don't think so. There are a total of twenty-four of them. Adding in the three that I can't identify, there are a total of twenty-seven."

Xiao Zhiyu asked again: "Are you sure it's 27?"

Zhao Qingyan still shook his head with an innocent look on his face.

Xiao Zhiyu was speechless for a moment.

Honestly speaking, he did not particularly like this disciple's temperament. Or perhaps it could be said that he didn't like Wang Sun's unscrupulous attitude towards learning. Born with a silver spoon in their mouth and grown up in a luxurious hall made of gold and jade, they had never known the hardships of the human world. They did not know how much the medicine was worth, and did not know how many more people they could save if they put in more effort.

Xiao Zhiyu was a genius doctor, but he was definitely not a genius doctor who helped the world with a teacup. He was a loner and never saved anyone who didn't want to. Thus, he had never asked his own disciple to have the kindness of a doctor, or the kindness of a physician to help the world. There was only one thing he wanted — to be serious.

Zhao Qingyan remembered that Cheng Shan's medical book had been read thoroughly. The Qi King's Manor had the right to be richer, and it was easy to gather rare herbs. Even if it was a rare medicinal herb, it would be hard to find in the palace. He had long since memorized the medicinal properties and the taste of the medicine.

The most rare thing was for him to be obedient. He let him read books, he let him copy books, he let him read Buddhist scriptures silently while smelling the smell of burning bark, and he sat and read the Buddhist scriptures without missing a word. In the past when he was condensing his inner force, the little kid was sweating cold sweat from the pain. Xiao Zhiyu wanted to temper his mind. Whether it was during the cold and summer, whether it was cutting firewood or pouring water or boiling porridge and medicinal herbs, he could still do it.

He could not bear hardships. It was inconvenient to make things difficult for him when he was at the Prince's Mansion. He was naturally distracted by the surrounding matters. He threw all the medical books to the side and stopped reading them. He would obediently do everything that he had to do during his days in the Valley of Withered Wood. However, as long as the Ran Tong Pavilion came to visit, he would stick to the side of the Ran Tong Pavilion and take advantage of his laziness.

From time to time, the capital would send some people to deliver some food: beef, lamb legs, pickled vegetables, candied fruits, various types of pastries. They even bought some food from restaurants and snuck into the valley in the middle of the night to deliver it to their young nobles. There were also new pieces of silk made into clothes, which were delivered on horseback every ten days. The dirty clothes were then sneakily taken away to be washed and brought back. There were even people who lived in a town a mile away from Deadwood Valley. Once the young prince's pigeon flew over with a piece of paper with the names of the medicinal herbs that had been decocted, he would grab the medicine from the medicine store and deliver it to the young prince in a bag of clothes.

As for the kite, chessboard, flute, rabbit, chick, puppy, little gyrfalcon … As long as it was something that Xiao Zhiyu could think of, it would definitely be sent over. Xiao Zhiyu would never have thought that he would be sent here one day.

What made Xiao Zhiyu feel mixed emotions the most was that these items weren't sent to him by the Qi King's Manor. Even Princess Qi had never given anything to anyone in private — except, of course, the letter from the family.

There were those who had come directly from the palace, those from Duke Huan Palace, and his cousins from the Residence of Duke Xin. Aside from the items that the palace had officially sent, the rest were all sent in by the princes and princes, who were between the young man and the young man, in all sorts of bizarre ways.

What Zhao Qingyan was doing was to throw away those things every time Xiao Zhiyu's expression turned bad. He would raise his head and look at Xiao Zhiyu with the cute 'Teacher won't let me take them' expression. Furthermore, it could be seen that he wasn't pretending to be good. He was truly good.

If he didn't accept it, he would send it over. He did not cry or complain, and his uncle and cousin were still afraid that he would be wronged. He would happily accept those things, but whenever he saw Xiao Zhiyu unhappy, he would put them away and occasionally stare at them, never touching them.

But he … He really couldn't take the hardships, nor was he serious.

He never pretended to be pitiful, but he would always hide and cry. When he was tired, he would just lie where he was and fall asleep.

He had never pretended to be unable to learn anything. He had confidently admitted that he had forgotten about the other tasks that his teacher had assigned him, and he had never promised that there would be a next time.

However, he was very talented and had the ability to not work hard.

Xiao Zhiyu couldn't help but admit that among the juniors he had met, there were many who were more willing to work hard than he was, but there were also many who were more talented than he was … No.

Some people spend ten times more effort than others and can only recite a medical manual that a talented person can recite in three days within a month. This meant that those with talent had wasted more than twenty days of time, and were still on par with him.

Some people climbed all over the cliff face, only to find a rare herb or two. However, medicinal plants like those could be bought in a few days with only a hundred taels of silvers.

Some people spend their whole life to seek a good formula, a good teacher, perhaps it is too much. However, the imperial physicians of the imperial palace were comparable to half of the world's divine doctors.

Rights, money, status, everyone wants them.

This was because when one gathered these things, from the day one was born, one would stand at the end of the line that most people would never be able to reach in their entire lives.

Xiao Zhiyu could only sigh in response.