There are not as many pictures of the military formation as there are pictures of the people, so you can finish them in just ten pictures.

Miss Jun read it more carefully than the trade chart, but of course she didn't expect to understand it right away. Just like the trade chart, she would reread it many times until she remembered it clearly.

Remember first and then learn; this was what her master told her when he threw piles of medical books at her. This helped her develop a strong memory and also became her habit.

She looked at the military formation diagram carefully not because she wanted to memorize it right away, but because the people drawn on the diagram were very interesting.

The battle array diagram is basically made up of dots and lines, but a few soldiers and generals are also drawn in it.

She didn't pay much attention to the first few pictures, but as she continued to look, she discovered that the faces of these soldiers had not changed.

They are vivid and lifelike, with rich expressions running through the ten military formations, just like real people.

It must be a real person, and definitely someone Master is familiar with.

These people are of different ages, some are in their thirties, and some are teenagers with childish faces. Each formation picture has a different expression, either smiling, calm, or brave, and it is lifelike.

Are these people Master’s past?

Under the bright light, Miss Jun once again looked carefully at the faces of these people as she turned the pages one by one. After ten battle formations, the content that should have appeared finally appeared.

What a man who is called a miracle healer should write.

This is a medical case.

Miss Jun heaved a sigh of relief and felt a little amused. She picked up the tea and took a sip, then continued to read the medical record. Unlike the stunning pictures and words in the previous one, the handwriting in this medical record was sloppy and there were many wrong characters. It looked very strange, not to mention the confusing description, as if it was written down wherever he thought of.

Miss Jun smiled when she saw this, this is what a master should be like.

But unfortunately, this medical record did not mention the specific place and time, so we cannot get any information about the Master’s past.

Turning over page after page, there were several pages full of medical records. Well, they couldn't be called medical records, but rather the Master's soliloquy. The handwriting was illegible and disorganized. The previous sentence was talking about how to treat this disease, and the next sentence went on to another disease, just like talking to himself.

Talking to myself.

In fact, I was playing chess alone at that time, and my master was the same. Apart from teasing me, he had no one to play with.

Miss Jun seemed to see him sitting at the table with his legs crossed, throwing pickled beans into his mouth while writing quickly on a piece of paper, muttering to himself, shaking his head from time to time, and clapping his head and laughing.

He is actually talking to himself and playing with himself.

Miss Jun paused for a moment, turned the page again, then sat up straight with her eyes fixed slightly.

This is a page with more scribblings, all of which are the same sentence.

Not enough, not enough, not enough.

This sentence fills the entire page.

It turned out that the Master not only spoke, but also wrote it down. She didn’t feel anything when she heard it at the time, but now looking at the scribblings on this page, she could feel the Master’s impatience, anxiety, and even despair.

Despair.

Miss Jun's hand is on this page.

At first, she didn't understand what despair was. Until the moment of her death, despair was just watching helplessly but being able to do nothing.

She could do nothing as she watched her enemy live.

Why was the master so helpless and hopeless?

Could a man like him be powerless?

Could the purple angel plant solve his despair? Wouldn't one purple angel plant be enough? In fact, she had already seen two.

It’s a pity that one of them was snatched away by Zhu Zan, and it was wasted on a flower that is useless except for 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 the sound of spring silkworms eating.

Miss Jun put down her notebook and walked to the window. The drizzle blown by the wind hit her face, bringing a bit of freshness.

I wonder how he is now? She is confident that his injuries are fine, but is he confident that he can solve the trouble Zhu Zan is involved in?

So, just like wasting the Purple Immortal Plant, it was a real waste for him to personally kill and get involved in the Huang Xiaoshang incident.

I really don't understand whether he is impulsive and childish or timid and cunning.

As for the other purple angel plant.

Miss Jun's anxiously frowned brows softened like the raindrops on this summer night.

It is still buried under the tree in Prince Huai's Palace.

Prince Huai's Palace.

She didn't know whether Jiuqi was asleep now, or whether he was sad or angry. She was somewhat relieved about Jiuqi, after all, Mr. Gu was there to accompany him.

The thought flashed through her mind and Miss Jun gave another bitter smile. It turned out that she had unknowingly regarded Mr. Gu as someone she could trust.

But what about my sister?

Does her elder sister know that she has left the capital? Will she be sad, happy, or indifferent? Or has she already forgotten her?

After all, they had only met once and spent only a few days together, and he had another face. To Princess Jiuli, he was just a doctor whose duty was to cure diseases and save lives.

Miss Jun reached out and touched her face, wiping away the thin layer of rain.

Compared to Jiuqi, Jiuli is the one who has no one to accompany him and is lonely.

At this time, the night sky in Beijing was clear, with no rain or wind, and the summer heat had already begun to appear.

The lights in Lu Fu's house were bright, and although it was late at night, people were still busy.

Several maids placed new ice cubes at the four corners of the room, replacing the ice cubes that had not yet melted but were already no good for Lu Yunqi, and removed them.

The room was cool as autumn.

The maids and servants all left, and Princess Jiuli, who had taken off her makeup and changed into casual clothes, was no longer alone by the lamp.

"Jiuqi's handwriting has really 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 who was sitting opposite her, "The teacher you hired is really good."

Lu Yunqi looked expressionless.

"I didn't invite him," he said. "He came on his own initiative."

"But if only he wants to come, he may not be able to come." Princess Jiuli said with a smile.

Not everyone can enter Prince Huai's Palace if they want to.

"But it would be really stupid for him to send you a message in this way again." Lu Yunqi said, looking at the scroll in Princess Jiuli's hand. "Although I have never been to school, it doesn't mean that I can't read and understand what a hidden poem is."

Princess Jiuli smiled and put the scroll back on the table.

"He didn't mean to hide it from you," she said, "or he wouldn't have written it."

Lu Yunqi didn't say anything else, and Princess Jiuli didn't say anything either. She picked up the needle and thread and began to embroider under the lamp. Her brows were calm and there was a smile on the corners of her mouth.

If she had not been taught to be well-mannered since childhood, if she had hummed a little tune 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 suddenly asked.

Princess Jiuli never stops sewing.

"Because it's always a happy thing to see someone living a happy and comfortable life," she said with a smile.

Is living a good and comfortable life a happy thing?

Lu Yunqi was motionless and motionless.

Besides, whether other people are happy or not is never something he cares about.

"I mean, whether it's Yangcheng or Jingcheng, what's the difference?" he said.

Princess Jiuli stopped sewing, looked up at him, and looked somewhat 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 light in the room did not illuminate his face, but instead hid it in shadow.

Without that handsome, pale and strange face, his wooden expression and voice made him look serious and simple.

"I have achieved what I have today, and everything I have today, all because of her."