In the morning, the doctor arrived. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he found a row of wounded people sitting in the hall waiting to be bandaged.

she:"……"

Not only that, but those nephews and nieces who were usually serious and rigid turned into a group of middle-class young people and came to her with a sword in hand, and continued to encourage her:

"Girl, if you cut it, the wound will heal on its own! If you don't believe me, just cut it..."

"Don't listen to them," Professor Wang, who has always been energetic, glanced at me sadly, raised a lightly bandaged finger, and curled up his lips, "Look at what will happen to me."

People in the capital discriminate against outsiders, and Gujian discriminates against people with foreign surnames. It is unjust.

"Yeah," several people with foreign surnames who were waiting in line for bandaging raised their white radish hands and complained, "Don't believe it."

"Fortunately, I used the blood from the needle prick." It was disinfected in time and it was cured.

she:"……"

…

A female doctor came to the hospital, also named Bei. Yuan Zhao had given up on the marriage test and was focusing on practicing Qigong.

The doctor was a gentle and polite person. He checked her pulse and confirmed that she had internal injuries. He asked her to take medicine three times a day. The medicine was prepared by Bei Yue himself. Yuan Zhao refused. Doctor Bei tried to persuade her again and again, but to no avail.

Force.

So I praised her for her crispness and neatness without any hesitation.

The three meals a day in the courtyard were very sumptuous. According to custom, Yuan Zhao only ate a little of each meal, leaving a lot of leftovers.

"So much left? Not to your liking?" Dr. Bei was surprised when he saw the table full of leftovers.

"Is it much?" Yuan Zhao glanced at the table and didn't take it seriously, "It's not much. There are too few dishes. I have to eat a few more bites of each dish before I can barely fill my stomach. In the house, this is a taboo, and no one notices it.

Life is hard to save if you like it. After thousands of years, I didn’t expect that modern people’s food culture is so lacking.

Is it the regression of civilization or the incompetence of future generations? It’s worth pondering.”

The last sentence was specially added by her. Some of the jokes in the dream are quite interesting to apply now.

Doctor Bei, Bei Yue: "..." If Shao Shao speaks directly, why bother beating around the bush and swearing?

After that day, at least twelve dishes were placed in front of her, and there was almost nothing the same every day. Dr. Bei accompanied the meal, and Bei Yue's service became better and better. He stood aside to pick dishes for her.

It's good. Yuan Zhao didn't feel any discomfort at all and accepted the junior's service calmly.

The people watching in front of the surveillance camera were angry and funny, and they all praised Beiyue's considerate service attitude.

Bei's aunt and nephew were there to act with her, and people outside were also busy.

Check her origins, take samples from daily necessities for genetic testing, check the location of Taihe Temple...

For six consecutive days, Yuan Zhao spent the rest of the time practicing Qigong in the hospital besides eating, drinking, having diarrhea, and sleeping. God rewarded her hard work, and her hard work finally paid off. After checking her pulse that day, Dr. Bei was pleasantly surprised:

"The ancient exercises were so amazing! Such serious internal injuries will be cured in a few days!"

She was rejected before and said that her constitution medicine was ineffective. I thought that was an excuse for not taking medicine. Today I checked again and found that her internal injuries were 60 to 70% better, which was really surprising.

"With an injury like mine, even with the help of martial arts, it would be difficult to recover within a month or two." Yuan Zhao explained, "The reason why I am recovering so quickly is probably related to the fact that I have taken a medicine, which is invulnerable to all poisons.

It has a certain self-healing effect.”

"What kind of medicine is it?" Dr. Bei asked humbly.

"I don't know," Yuan Zhao didn't want to mention the Poison Saint even after traveling through thousands of years, so he pulled back his wrist and said, "I was assassinated when I was young, and I was saved by Meng Gao. The medical officer diagnosed me that I had taken a strange medicine and was immune to all poisons. As for what it was.

Medicine, I don’t care.”

"Then...will there be records in the tomb?" Dr. Bei thought about the minister's instructions and asked.

"I really don't know," Yuan Zhao thought seriously, "Maybe there is."

Doctor Bei: "..."

So? She actually knows about that medicine?

"Have you found the Taihe Temple?" Yuan Zhao asked.

"Not yet." Dr. Bei shook his head. "The minister has been asking people to check satellites in the past few days. He asked scholars to check historical books, maps, etc., but found nothing! I'm afraid you have to wait patiently. But, you are sure it is Taihe.

temple?"

Her words made Yuan Zhao hesitate, not sure whether he heard correctly.

Dr. Bei saw that her expression was different, so he asked:

"Can you tell me why you want to go to Taihe Temple? Where did you find out about Taihe Temple?"

Yuan Zhao glanced at her, knowing that the other party was testing him. But he had no clue at the moment, so he just said, "On the plane that day, I heard someone shout these three words, let me go..."

Moreover, the person calling was very familiar to her. It was Qinghe's voice.

Why can I hear the voice of Qinghe after seven thousand years? Besides, there is no record of Qinghe in the incomplete history books. Of course, she was just her own (secret) bodyguard. How could a historian record a small bodyguard?

?

Unless she has accomplished extraordinary feats.

As for Hong Ye, she is a direct disciple of the Poison Saint. The person who swore allegiance "died", and after she was freed, she must have traveled around the world, regained her name, and practiced medicine among the people, right?

However, there are no subsequent records of Qinghe and Hongye in the history books, so there should be in the tomb.

I remember that my father and the Imperial Master said in the dream that everyone who is loyal to her will be recorded in the book and will be buried in the royal mausoleum in the future.

"Tell Professor Wang to take me back to the tomb in three days." Yuan Zhao pressed various parts of his body. The pain caused by the internal injuries was no longer obvious. He could still jump vigorously today. "After going to the tomb, he only has twelve hours."

Move things.”

"Why?" Dr. Bei suppressed his excitement and asked calmly, "Who set the time?"

"The royal mausoleum is guarded by tomb spirits, and there is no time limit for moving things inside; for moving things outside, twelve hours is the limit of its tolerance." Yuan Zhao looked at the two faces full of question marks and said seriously, "Don't think that I am

Just kidding, even I won’t be able to save you after twelve hours..."

In the tomb, the tomb spirit is the largest, unless she is dead.

…

After hearing the news, there was a rush outside, especially Professor Wang. He was so excited that he squeezed her hand and thanked her repeatedly, with his eyes red and his voice choked with sobs.

Yuan Zhao was speechless for a moment and asked:

"Tell me, how did you know that Long Yuanjun was a boy?"

As things come and go, Professor Wang no longer concealed anything and said truthfully:

"In addition to the information found in the tombs of generations of princes, there is also a tomb we excavated thirty years ago that is suspected to be that of Beicang Anlehou. There is an inscription engraved in it, which proves that Long Yuanjun is a male..."

The inscription calls Long Yuanjun a Zhuzi, an unworthy descendant of the Beicang royal family, who slaughtered his entire family for his own selfish interests, and deserves death. It also says that his early death was a punishment from God, and that God had the vision to leave him without a wife or an issue.

Cut off children and grandchildren.

Without a wife, he is undoubtedly a man.

Yuan Zhao: "..."

"The biggest stain on Long Yuanjun is to kill his entire family for personal revenge." Professor Wang said, "Of course, no one is perfect. He is a god of war, not a saint. It's all because there is too little information to confirm more.

So, this time you..."

Yuan Zhao didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he raised his hand to stop her. Ever since she agreed to go to the grave, Professor Wang had obeyed her words and immediately shut up.

"The biggest stain," Yuan Zhao stared at the floor and blinked silently. Then he raised his eyes and asked sincerely, "Are there any other stains?"

"Um," Professor Wang hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "According to the information obtained from Anlehou's tomb, I heard that he was a good, male, and talented man who had no wife or offspring, and had no descendants..."

Phew, Yuan Zhao almost vomited blood.
Chapter completed!