Jiang Shuyue nodded. "I do not lie in front of a true person. Master, you have such discerning eyes. I am from the same place as Master Jingkong. I hope you will keep this a secret for me. I do not want a third person to know about this."

Master Jingkong entered the Buddhist order and lived to pass away. She couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be dragged out and burned as a monster, or that no relics would be produced from the ashes.

"Of course, this humble monk will keep his mouth shut."

Master Huiyuan put his hands together and said, “Amitabha, a great calamity is about to befall us. You have come from afar to save the people from their suffering. On behalf of all the people, I am grateful to you, and I ask you to go back and develop an antidote as soon as possible.”

"Thank you for your trust, Master. I will begin preparations as soon as I return."

There are many kinds of epidemics. Jiang Shuyue thought of the fear that a severe drought might be followed by a severe flood, and she had an idea in mind.

She continued to look through the manual left by Master Jingkong, which contained his autobiography.

He had a compassionate heart, and his extraordinary adventures led him to decide to become a monk despite his family's objections.

It still records several prescriptions, all of which are for treating common typhoid fever and burns.

After reading it, Jiang Shuyue returned the manual to Master Huiyuan with both hands, and then respectfully bowed to Master Jingkong's relics while holding the "Compendium of Materia Medica".

Back in her meditation room, Jiang Shuyue drew a lot.

Without a doubt, it's an excellent draw.

When Master Huiyuan handed her the bamboo sticks, Qiuju asked, "Master hasn't interpreted the sticks yet. Does the 'best of the best' sign mean my young lady will have good fortune in wealth or good luck in marriage?"

Master Huiyuan glanced at Jiang Shuyue, lowered his eyelids, and nodded slightly. "It's best if you don't interpret the divination slip, benefactor. In short, the fortune is immeasurable."

...

Meanwhile, in Qingyunzhai, the scholars were all rushing to a piece of calligraphy.

A scholar recited with great passion, "It blooms not among a hundred flowers, but alone by the sparse fence, its charm is endless. It would rather die embracing its fragrance on the branch than be blown away by the north wind."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! What a beautiful poem about chrysanthemums in winter."

Nangong Zeyue and Sui Sui sat in a corner of the study, watching the scholars looking at the poems on the wall as if they had met kindred spirits.

Some scholars were moved to tears, as if their innermost thoughts had been revealed.

"Mr. Mingyue's poem 'Chrysanthemum in Winter' perfectly expresses the bitterness in our hearts. We studied hard for years, hoping to serve the court, but none of us were recommended for official positions. We can only die with regrets!"

Sui Sui tugged at Nangong Zeyue's sleeve and whispered, "Uncle Nangong, Mom's poem is really amazing. It made such a big person cry."

Nangong Zeyue was unaware that Jiang Shuyue's poem was based on "Chrysanthemum in Winter/Painting Chrysanthemums" by the Song Dynasty poet Zheng Sixiao.

He lowered his head and said, "Your mother is very capable. Even Uncle Nangong admires her greatly."

Nangong Zeyue never considered pursuing a career in government; his knowledge was far less than that of Su Jin.

In the crowd, Zhen Jingxiu stared silently at the poem on the wall. Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes.

The words look so familiar.

The scholars were all extremely excited, and no one noticed that Zhen Jingxiu quietly left the study and walked across the street.

"Stop crowding around, quickly copy it down." These words were like a wake-up call, and the scholars turned around and went to their desks to find the Four Treasures of the Study.

Instantly, the large room was filled with the fragrance of ink.

"Young master, is there anything you need? There are books in the next room; feel free to browse them."

Seeing that everyone was engrossed in writing, except for Nangong Zeyue who was sitting there blankly with a child, the servant came up to remind him that he could read books for free here.

"Thank you, I'll take the child over to see him right away." Nangong Zeyue smiled and cupped her hands in greeting.

"Uncle Nangong, I want to see the policy essays. They should be here, right?" Sui Sui looked up, her phoenix eyes curving into a smile.

Seeing the shocked expression on the servant's face, Nangong Zeyue coughed lightly and said, "Don't look at that stuff, it's very boring. Uncle will take you to read travelogues and Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio."

"How about reading 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'?"

The servant had never seen a child begin his education so early. He couldn't help but ask, "Young master, we don't have the book you mentioned at Qingyunzhai. May I ask where you've seen it and if you could recommend one? We'll buy it tomorrow and put it on the bookshelf for the scholars to read."

Although Nangong Zeyue wasn't a big fan of Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website), he knew the names of the most popular books among users.

He asked in confusion, "Where have you seen this book before? Is it about the stories of the neighboring countries around Dongling Kingdom?"

Sui Sui pursed her lips, glanced up at the servant, and said, "The bedtime story my aunt told me was so much fun."

Nangong Zeyue: "..."

Before Sui Sui went to sleep, he wanted to give her a foot massage, but he didn't know if Miss Jiang would agree.

Across the street, Zhen Jingxiu stood for a moment, then turned and walked back.

In the study.

An elderly man with white hair and beard stood in front of the wall, his hands behind his back.

The old man was over fifty years old, neither fat nor thin, with a fair complexion; he must have been a handsome young man in his youth.

A gentle breeze ruffled a strand of silver hair, and sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a tall, lonely shadow on the ground.

"This woman is very talented. Her couplet perfectly expresses her bitterness and resilience. I admire her."

"grandfather."

A clear voice rang out from outside the door.

"Xiu'er, come in quickly. It seems that Grandfather has understood the meaning of the couplet." Grand Scholar Zhen turned around and beckoned to Zhen Jingxiu.

This eldest grandson of the main branch was studious and steady, and was highly regarded by the Grand Secretary.

Zhen Jingxiu walked in unhurriedly. He nodded and said, "I saw it at first glance. That girl is no ordinary person."

“Grandfather, one of her poems appeared in the study today.”

"Write it down quickly!"

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