"Yue'er, you have such skillful hands, have you ever thought about going to apprentice with Dr. Xu Xizhen, learn medical skills and acupuncture, hang a pot to help the world, and be a female doctor?"

Wang Ziyue heard him say this suddenly, hesitated slightly, put down the work in his hand, turned around, faced Fang Zhongyong, and asked tentatively: "Zhongyong thinks that Yue'er can become a female doctor?" ”

"Hmm. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Fang Zhongyong nodded, and the moonlight shone on his eyes, reflecting the beautiful shadow of Wang Ziyue:

"Yue'er, you are very skillful, literate, smart and studious, and your age is just right for apprenticeship. Objectively, you have the foundation to be a good doctor."

Wang Ziyue couldn't help blushing a little when she saw the sincere expression of praise in Fang Zhongyong's eyes, but she was as happy as if she had eaten honey.

I only heard Fang Zhongyong continue to say:

"Moreover, subjectively, Yue'er yourself has personally experienced, in this era, there is a very undue prejudice against women's normal diseases, but the times are like this, if there is a female doctor who can cure these diseases for women, perhaps, can complete more people?"

Wang Ziyue could see the sincerity with which Fang Zhongyong said these words, as well as the kind of empathy that transcended the ordinary. However, how can the "of this era" and "this era" sound as if he is not a person of this era? Subjectively? Objectively? What is it?

No matter what, just what Fang Zhongyong said was enough to make Wang Ziyue's heart boil.

Yes, physical diseases have caused a lot of grievances and injuries, if a female doctor performs acupuncture on the lower body, it should be more acceptable to more people in this "era", right? Female doctor, it sounds really desirable.

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

"Do you think I can do it?" Wang Ziyue's lips opened slightly, and the eyes that looked at Fang Zhongyong were full of trust.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Wang Ziyue, patted her shoulder encouragingly, and nodded vigorously with a hard gesture that was not good for his spine, expressing his strong affirmation.

……

Li Yuanhao sat in his wool felt blanket tent, holding a book full of Chinese in his hand, and on the title page of the book, there were two big characters "Yue Wen".

Next to him, Li Yuanhao's Han military advisor Zhang Daoli stayed to the side tremblingly, squinting his eyes, peeking at Li Yuanhao's reaction.

The book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" by Fang Zhongyong was obtained by him carefully dragging people thousands of miles away and dedicated to Li Yuanhao.

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

But when I didn't watch it much, I was attracted by the art of war and the battle array, and I was a little crazy.

"What kind of character is this Fang Zhongyong? How come I haven't heard that there is such a No. 1 general in the Great Song Dynasty? Li Yuanhao glanced at Zhang Daoli and asked.

"King Hui Hao, this Fang Zhongyong is not a general of the Great Song Dynasty." Zhang Daoli had a reverent and solemn posture.

"Oh, who is this? Is it a civil official? Li Yuanhao rolled his eyelids and said in his heart, the civil officials of the Great Song Dynasty, in addition to Fan Zhongyan's stubborn old man, there is such a number one person, who is familiar with the art of war?

"Yes. This Fang Zhongyong is the champion of the new department, and now, he is a civil official of the Hanlin Academy who repairs the living notes for the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty. Zhang Daoli told Li Yuanhao all the news he had obtained word for word.

"Hahaha," Li Yuanhao couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh after hearing this: "Such a character, let him be a scribe who records the emperor's eating and drinking Lazar for a day?" Hahahahaha"

"Ha-ha-ha-" Zhang Daoli glanced at Li Yuanhao's eyes, cooperated with Li Yuanhao's pride, smiled, and adjusted the degree of his laughter in time, so as to be just right.

Lao Zhang's inner drama at the moment:

It's not easy to be a Han military advisor who takes refuge in the barbarians, if it weren't for repeated failures, who would want to serve such a blood-licking character every day? Fang Zhongyong can be the champion, and following Emperor Renzong's side, he is really many times more tired than himself, envious, jealous and hateful.

……

As soon as Fang Zhongyong returned to Fang's Mansion that day, he saw Ma Erya hurrying out, holding a prayer note in his hand - not so much a worship post, but a small piece of paper with a sticky note.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Ma Erya's panicked appearance, and didn't know what was wrong, so he hurriedly reached out and took the small piece of paper in her hand.

"Miss Zhe came here in the afternoon, she wanted to escort a batch of military supplies with Miss Liu to the Western Army, saying yes, saying that she was here to resign with Brother Zhongyong." Ma Erya naturally understood how important folding was to Fang Zhongyong, so she hurriedly ran over and said breathlessly.

Fang Zhongyong read the note, and heard Ma Erya say this, so he couldn't care much about it, so he directly led Chai Lin's horse with an explosive head, jumped on the horse, and went to Zhefu.

"Brother Zhongyong, be careful, the girl will not leave until the day after tomorrow, and I can see you today...... Do you want to ask Jian Jiao to come and take you...... Brother Zhongyong, hey, hey-" Ma Erya saw Fang Zhongyong's anxious way out of the door, and shouted vigorously behind him.

Where did Fang Zhongyong hear Ma Erya say so much, for the first time in his life, he actually had a feeling of parting from life and death.

has been a human being in two lives, the first woman who makes herself feel like a confidant and deeply moved, and now, she is going to the Songxia border? When Fang Zhongyong thought of this, he felt even more impetuous, and he couldn't see it immediately.

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

The horse with the exploding head under him was rare as if he understood Fang Zhongyong's intentions, and he didn't bump around, but just walked forward steadily and gracefully.

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

Finally, I came to the gate of the Folding House.

This mansion, which has been around for decades, should have triggered Fang Zhongyong's infinite remembrance of history. Whether it is the heroic posture of the ancestor of the Taijun back then, or the countless legendary stories of the two families.

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

With a heart pounding, he slid off his horse, walked to the door of the folding house, and gently pulled the two beast-faced copper rings.

The bright moonlight reflected on the face of the door who opened the door, and when Menzi saw Fang Zhongyong, he seemed to be slightly puzzled, and quickly patted his head and said with a smile: "Is it Fang Zhongyong, the champion of the current department, oh no, Lord Fang?" ”

Fang Zhongyong stabilized his mind slightly, and then replied: "It's exactly below." Miss Still went to the lower house this afternoon, I don't know what to do, I'm afraid of delay, so as soon as I found out, I hurried over. ”

Menzi bowed slightly with a very kind attitude, and the whole body was a kind of military-style upright and hard posture, and he said gently: "The little one will go to pass it on, Lord Fang will wait a while." ”

Fang Zhongyong also returned the salute.

After a while, the still heroic figure walked out of the door.

Seeing Fang Zhongyong's nervous expression, Zhe still seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but smile slightly.