Chapter 487

There are not many maps of the battle array, and ten of them will be finished.

Miss Jun reads more carefully than the map. Of course, she doesn't expect to understand it now. Like the map, she will read it again many times until she can remember it clearly.

Remember before you learn. This is what master told her when she threw a pile of medical books. This made her practice her strong memory and became her habit.

She looked at the battle array map carefully. She didn't have to remember and learn it now, but the people drawn on the battle array map were very interesting.

The battle array map is basically composed of dots, lines and lines, but several generals are also drawn in it.

I didn't care about the first few photos, but then I looked at Miss Jun and found that the faces of these soldiers had not changed.

They are vivid and have rich expressions. They run through ten military formations, as if they were real people.

It should be a real person, and it must be someone familiar to master.

These people vary in age, ranging from more than 30 years old to childish teenagers. The expressions in each array are different, either laughing, quiet or brave, lifelike.

Are these people master's past?

Under the bright light, Miss Jun looked at these people's faces carefully again, and after ten soldier array pictures, the content that should have appeared finally appeared.

What a man called a miracle doctor should write.

This is a medical record.

Miss Jun breathed a sigh of relief and was a little funny. She took a sip of tea and continued to look at the medical case. Different from the amazing pictures and words in front, the handwriting of the medical case was scrawled and many wrong words looked very strange, not to mention the confusion of description. It seemed that she wanted to write where.

Miss Jun could see a smile on her face. This is master.

Unfortunately, the medical record did not mention the specific place and time, so we couldn't get the information of master's past.

One page after another, several pages after another are medical records, which can not be regarded as medical records. It should be said that it is the master's self-talk. The handwriting is scrawled and disorganized. The previous sentence still says how to treat this disease, and the next sentence goes to another disease, just like self-talk.

Talk to yourself.

In fact, at that time, he played chess alone. Shifu was the same. He didn't have anyone to play except making fun of himself.

Miss Jun seemed to see him sitting at the table with his legs cocked. While throwing pickled beans into his mouth, she wrote quickly on the paper. Her mouth was still muttering, sometimes shaking her head and sometimes clapping and laughing.

He is actually talking to himself and playing with himself.

Miss Jun paused for a moment, turned over a page again, and then sat up straight with her eyes slightly frozen.

This is a page more scribbled, like random pictures, which are painted with the same sentence.

Purple immortals, not enough, not enough.

This sentence filled the page.

It turned out that at that time, master not only said, but also wrote it down. At that time, she didn't feel much. Now looking at the scribble on this page, she can feel master's irritability, anxiety and even despair at that time.

Despair.

Miss Jun's hand is on this page.

At that time, she didn't know what despair was. Until the moment of her death, despair was watching, but she couldn't do anything.

Watching her enemy live, she was powerless.

Master, what is he desperate for?

Is there nothing a man like him can do?

Can ziyingxian strain solve his despair? Isn't one purple fairy enough? In fact, she has seen two.

It's a pity that one was robbed by Zhu Zan and wasted on a flower that is useless but beautiful.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help gnashing her teeth.

This Zhu Zan.

There was a rustling sound outside the window, like a spring silkworm eating.

Miss Jun put down her letter and went to the window. The drizzle fluttered on her face with the wind, which was a little refreshing.

I don't know how he is now? The injury must be all right. She has confidence, and he has confidence to solve the trouble involved in Zhu Zan?

So, just like wasting the purple immortal strain, it was a waste for him to kill and get involved in the incident of little Lord Huang himself.

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

As for the other purple Yingxian strain.

Miss Jun's anxious eyebrows and eyes were as soft as the rain on this summer night.

Still buried under the tree of King Huai's house.

Prince Huai's residence.

I don't know whether jiuyu is sleeping now or whether she is sad and angry. I'm more or less relieved about jiuyu. After all, Mr. Gu is still here and can accompany him.

The idea flashed, and miss Jun smiled bitterly again. It turned out that she had unconsciously regarded Mr. Gu as a trustworthy person.

But what about my sister?

Does my sister know that she has left the capital? Will she be sad or happy or feel nothing? Or I can't remember her.

After all, they only saw them once. They only got along for a few days, and they wore another face. For Princess Jiuli, they were just a doctor who was responsible for curing the disease and saving people.

Miss Jun stroked her face and wiped away a thin layer of rain.

Compared with jiuyu, Jiuli is a lonely person without company.

At this time, the night sky in Beijing is clear, there is no rain or wind, and the sultry summer has begun to appear.

The house of Lu Fu is brightly lit. Although it is late at night, people are not quiet.

Several maids and servants put new ice cubes in the four corners of the room, replaced the ice cubes that had not melted but were no longer good for Lu yunqi, and withdrew.

The house is as cool as autumn.

The girls and servants all quit, and the princess Jiuli, who has unloaded her makeup and changed her homely clothes, is not guarding the lonely lamp alone.

"The words written by jiuyu are indeed more profitable." Under the light, she said with a smile. Her eyes were soft. Looking at the scroll in her hand, she raised her head and nodded to Lu yunqi sitting opposite. "The gentleman you invited is really good."

Lu yunqi looked numb.

"I didn't invite it." He said, "he came by himself."

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

Prince Huai's residence can be entered if anyone wants to.

"But it's really stupid for him to pass the message to you in this way again." Lu yunqi said, looking at the scroll in Princess Jiuli's hand, "although I haven't read a book, it doesn't mean I can't read and can't see what Tibetan poems are."

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

"He didn't want to hide it from you." She said, "or I wouldn't have written."

Lu yunqi didn't speak any more, and Princess Jiuli didn't speak any more. She picked up a needle and thread from one side and began to embroider under the lamp. Her eyebrows and eyes were calm, and the corners of her mouth were still smiling.

If she hadn't been taught to be polite since childhood, the atmosphere in the room would be more warm if she hummed another little song at this moment.

"Why are you so happy to know that she returned to Yangcheng safely?" Lu yunqi asked suddenly.

Princess Jiuli keeps sewing.

"Because it's always fun to see a person live well and freely." She said with a smile.

Is it a happy thing to live well and freely?

Luyun banner is wooden and has no waves.

And whether others are happy or not is never his concern.

"I mean, what's the difference between Yangcheng and Beijing?" He said.

Princess Jiuli stopped sewing and looked up at him with a helpless look.

"You still won't let go?" She said.

"Why should I let go?" Lu yunqi also looked at her and said.

The bright lights in the room did not illuminate his face, but hid his face in the shadow.

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

"I am where I am today. I get everything today for her."

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Thanks to Bingyi in the south? The last shot An inch of aloes and Jing sanshao reward Heshi Bi.

Thank you.