Chapter 79: Holy Monk Complete (Holy Monk Returns)

Holy Monk Complete (Holy Monk Returns)

That day, the people of the capital experienced what "heaven-sent justice" meant.

Countless sheets of paper bearing evidence of the pope's corruption, bribery, indiscriminate killings, and more rained down from heaven, and they were even mixed with his and countless women's faces blurred in erotic photos.

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A mother snatched the erotic photo from her ten‑year‑old son's hands, she was so angry she nearly fainted, clutching her chest: "My God! My eyes! I'm going blind! I'm going blind!"

The little boy didn't understand, tugging at his mother's skirt: "Mom, it's just a fat pig up there, why would you go blind?"

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Uh…… the naked pope was all flab, and since it was a distant shot, he really did look like a pig.

Seeing that the child hadn't seen anything he shouldn't have, she felt greatly relieved.

The assassins also saw these erotic photos and evidence; the leading knight immediately got a headache.

Suddenly, he didn't know whether to kill the heretics first or first gather and destroy the evidence of the pope's crimes, so as not to cause trouble for the pope's reputation?

The leader couldn't help but resent: "How could the pope be so careless? He plays with women, fine, but why does he need spectators to paint it?"

The knight didn't even know that photographs existed in this world, and the system had deliberately processed the photos to look like oil paintings, so it's no wonder he misunderstood the pope as having some special fetish.

Some civilians saw the pope's evidence and suddenly screamed.

"My daughter!" the despair‑stricken father wailed, "Boo hoo hoo, it turns out my missing daughter was seized by the church, and they killed her!"

Not every beautiful girl voluntarily goes to curry favor with the church's high ranks; those with clear prices are fine, it's consensual, but fear that some girls unwilling are seized by the church, locked up and sent to the pope for his enjoyment; their families think they met an unfortunate end and can only let the matter drop.

Now they know, in fact, that their missing daughters were actually offered up to the pope by people of the church.

The civilians were furious: "It turns out our taxes are all going to support the pope's women!"

"Good heavens, a thousand women! A hundred illegitimate children!"

"We don't recognize him as pope! He isn't God's spokesman at all!"

The deceived civilians stared, eyes about to burst; they devoutly believed in God—is this how God treats his people? Letting a greedy, lustful fat pig oppress and exploit them?!

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The leading knight had already noticed the civilians' agitation; in a flash of thought he made his decision.

He shouted: "Never mind the pope's evidence and the pictures; even with evidence we need not fear, the civilians can't do anything to the pope!"

The leading knight sensed that today's affair was related to those heretics; as long as they were exterminated, using his death to prove Buddhism is heretical, the only thing worthy of faith would be God, and the church would eventually win back the people's hearts.

On the contrary, if the heretics escaped despite their heavy encirclement, the civilians would instead think he had great background, truly capable, and would unwittingly deify him; by then it would be the biggest blow to the church!

The surrounding civilians, upon hearing this, instantly became angry.

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The civilians could no longer bear it; they grabbed knives or clubs and rushed out, angrily charging at this group of knights.

They can't do anything to the pope, right? But now they can absolutely deal with these church knights!

Amid the fervor, the innocent Eastern Holy Monk could only rub his nose; was this a careless act that ignited the fire of revolution in the West?

This matter even alarmed the king, who quickly sent guards to maintain order.

"Your Majesty the King, whom should we help?" the captain of the guard asked instinctively.

The king held back his urge to curse, face dark, and said: "Of course we help the Holy Monk!" He decided inwardly that after today he would definitely replace the captain of the guard, this one who knows nothing at all!

The captain of the guard still hesitated, feeling the king ought not to oppose the church.

However he thought it useless; the civilians didn't see it that way, and before the captain of the guard could arrive with his men, the civilians had beaten the knights besieging the Holy Monk black and blue, in a sorry state.

A man edged up to Jiang He and whispered: "Holy Monk Sir, please leave quickly; we'll hold the line for you!"

This man felt heartfelt gratitude toward the Eastern Holy Monk who came from the east; when the epidemic struck, his whole family fell ill, but the Eastern Holy Monk cured them, saving their lives.

After turning around, the man shouted: "Everyone, charge! These guys definitely aren't sent by the church!"

The surrounding civilians were first stunned, then quickly reacted.

"Exactly, we don't believe in a church that's corrupt, bribe‑taking, and forcibly abducts civilians' women!"

The civilians, provoked into a fury, felt as if limitless strength surged through their bodies, and they rushed forward to surround and beat the church knights sent by the pope.

Jiang He grabbed his son, and under the cover of the crowd, hurried swiftly toward the dock.

Behind them, pursuers galloped in, arrows raining down; Jiang Si Yin wailed loudly, wishing he could cover his buttocks tightly.

It was too frightening; just now his little butt almost got shot straight through! What kind of thing is this?!

Jiang He kept a calm face, still able to coolly educate his son: "So you see, one's persona shouldn't be too lofty, or it'll collapse… like me, your dad, I lead by example and never collapse."

To practice a trade you must know it well; just as he, being a monk, has thoroughly read the Buddhist sutras, abstains from alcohol and meat, and his transcendent immortal bearing constantly accompanies him!

At this moment Jiang Si Yin had no mind for persona; he only felt he was about to be shot into a sieve by that arrow.

When he saw the parrot return, he hurriedly shouted: "Everyone, quickly call the wolves to save us!"

He also wanted to reenact the scene when he fled the grasslands, with a pack of wolves coming to the rescue and withdrawing in a mighty manner.

The parrot gave a cold snort and said offhandedly: "Really sorry, there are no wolves here."

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Jiang Si Yin was about to ask another question when suddenly he felt his feet leave the ground; something behind grabbed his clothes and lifted him up into the sky.

He was greatly alarmed, looked up sharply, and saw two mighty eagles pulling at his clothes, flying higher and higher.

Jiang Si Yin turned his head to look at his father and saw that his own dad was also being seized by several huge eagles.

But his father was far more composed: his eyes half‑closed, hands clasped together, presenting the image of a descended god‑buddha illuminating all beings.

The north wind whistled, lifting his snow‑white monk's robes; to the mortals below he appeared as a celestial spirit descended to the world to save suffering mortals.

The mortals stared agape at this sight, then quickly fell to their knees en masse, praying devoutly.

"I heard that when the Holy Monk arrives he rides a great white shark, and when he departs eagles see him off; he must be an incarnation of a divine spirit in the human world!" someone said firmly.

A few nobles furtively stuffed their collected Buddhist scriptures into their clothes; the Holy Monk's faith, it seems, might also be worth believing in?

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Heh, a thousand mistresses, a hundred illegitimate children—why would they believe him? Learning to play with women and bear illegitimate children?

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When Jiang Sixin stepped back onto the land of Great Celebration, he thought he still had an emotional knot.

After all, he was kidnapped and sold at seven, young and unable to resist, deeply trapped in the despair of being abandoned by his relatives.

Now at sixteen, he can face it calmly; he has limitless courage, facing his wretched past and the unknown future.

When the ship docked, the officials sent by the Emperor of Great Celebration were already waiting there, the scale so grand that the surrounding people were astonished.

Someone exclaimed: "The prefect himself came to receive him? Who is this, with such grand airs?"

Over these years, their emperor lifted the sea ban; the area around the former dock has become a metropolis, with countless ships departing from or arriving at Great Celebration each day—whether Kunlun slaves or blond‑blue‑eyed foreigners, none are rare peoples anymore.

Others chimed in: "I recall that when a large batch of Western scientists arrived earlier, the prefect also came to greet them."

Oh, that's because the scientists are capable! The emperor wants to make heavy use of them; the glazed ware they produce has already filled more than half of the empty treasury.

Those scientists also said that the ground beneath our feet is round, and the sun is the center of the universe.

I believe the sun is the center of the universe, but I don't believe the earth is round—wouldn't we fall off?

Hey, look quickly—the people disembarking from the ship are a monk!

This is a newly born, vibrant city.

The prefect was personally promoted by the emperor; he is the emperor's confidant, knows what Master Xuanji has done for Great Celebration, and is a very capable person.

Seeing the master in white monastic robes stepping down from the ship, he hurried over.

"Master!" he said respectfully, bowing, "I have already prepared a welcome banquet for you."

Jiang He waved his hand, followed the prefect and others out of the dock, glancing around as they went.

"Great Celebration is developing so fast." He sighed, "Truly changing day by day…"

"Great Celebration has changed so much, all thanks to the master." The prefect gazed at him, eyes full of admiration and gratitude, "Sweet potatoes, potatoes, black feather grass, and oats are all linked to the master; nowadays Great Celebration is not like before, where every natural or man‑made disaster would starve people…"

Now, when disaster relief is needed, the court is not as stingy as when it lacked money; wherever disaster strikes, the relief grain the court distributes at least keeps people from starving.

Everyone can see that their nation's strength is growing steadily.

As the party just arrived at the prefect's manor, the prefect's steward came forward, saying, "Sir, a group of scholars wishes to visit the master."

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Jiang Sixin also looked over curiously, not knowing what connection the scholars had with his father, or why they wanted to visit him.

The prefect, however, understood and explained, "It's because of the Sixin Library."

His gaze fell on the youth behind the master, and he smiled, "This must be the master's beloved son, Jiang Sixin, right? The Sixin Library now has seventeen branches in Great Celebration, basically in every major city; scholars can borrow books for free, and many feel grateful to the master."

Such benevolence, together with his contributions to Great Celebration, deserves to be called a holy monk without exaggeration.

Only such a person can be called an enlightened eminent monk.

Jiang Sixin's pupils contracted slightly, his heart shaken.

He stared disbelievingly at his father's back; being clever, he naturally imagined himself having drifted onto the steppe, and thought that if he returned to Great Celebration, he might need a long time to erase the brand of the steppe that had been stamped upon him.

Therefore, he never considered entering official service; he wanted to become a doctor, a healer who saves the world, staying away from the court so as not to trouble his father.

Jiang Sixin struggled to hold back tears that were about to spill.

This is his father, who would gladly pave all his roads, even wanting to move away a tiny stone that might trip him.

"Host, your son is so moved he can't help but want to cry." The system's voice echoed in Jiang He's mind, "I'm about to cry too—you've earned all that little money, using it to pave the way for your son."

Yet to it, this system is so cruel, unwilling to give even a bit of spiritual power.

Jiang He ignored it, letting it act dramatically and cry; if it made too much of a fuss, he'd shut it in the small dark room.

When leaving this coastal city, Jiang Sixin finally could calmly accept that he is Jiang Sixin, of Great Celebration, not Batu of the steppe.

He can now openly face Jiang Sixin's life, whether good or bad.

Because his father is like a sturdy tree, sheltering him from wind and rain; he no longer fears the outside storms, and even if he crashes and his scalp bleeds, his father will stay by his side.

The eighteen‑year‑old handsome third‑place laureate walked leisurely toward his home.

Along the way, his handsome and elegant appearance drew countless gazes; noble ladies strolling the streets and young ladies passing by in carriages could not help but lift a corner of their curtains, silently gazing at the youth's flawless profile.

A maiden sighed: "What a pity, he's only from a poor family."

Also, some maidens blushed, considering the possibility of marrying down; such a handsome gentleman, even if his family is poor, would be fine—when she marries, she'll just bring a bit more dowry.

Zhang Jinyu returned home, had just sat down, when he heard people from the Northern Pacification General's manor approaching.

"Mr. Zhang, General Feng requests your presence."

Old Lady Zhang looked older, but her spirit remained vigorous; hearing that the Northern Pacification General had summoned someone, she hurriedly urged her grandson to change clothes.

"Shitou, hurry and change your clothes; Grandma will cook you some noodles—eat a bowl before you go, so you won't go hungry."

Zhang Jinyu—formerly Shitou—gave a somewhat helpless smile: "Grandma, I already hired a maid; you don't need to trouble yourself."

Old Lady Zhang smiled, eyes narrowing: "Cooking rice for my grandson is not the slightest bit troublesome."

Zhang Jinyu said pleasantly, "Grandma, don't busy yourself; General Feng looking for me at this time will surely provide meals."

In the end, Old Lady Zhang did not cook noodles, but personally saw her grandson out the door.

After her grandson left, she did not rush home, but turned to boast to the envious neighbors: "My grandson is good friends with General Feng of the Northern Pacification General's manor—you know General Feng, right? Indeed, the current empress is General Feng's sister…"

In the courtyard, Old Man Zhang was watering the vegetable patch at the wall's corner.

He had farmed all his life, but upon arriving in the capital he felt ill at ease, thinking he couldn't settle, until Shitou opened a vegetable plot for him in the home courtyard, whereupon he perked up.

"Shitou is really a good kid!" he said to the old woman, "Shitou said that once he earns more money, he'll buy us a bigger house and give me a large plot of land to grow vegetables."

Old Lady Zhang replied unhappily, "Wait until Shitou marries, then we'll buy a small estate and move there—no need to talk about planting vegetables, even planting grain would be no trouble."

Old Man Zhang brightened up, "Shitou has money to buy an estate?" Then he thought of the poor great house and sighed, "As long as I think of Dalang and them still suffering in the countryside…"

Before he finished speaking, Old Lady Zhang flew into a rage, slapped the table, glared, and snapped, "Don't even think of letting them into the capital! A bunch of good‑for‑nothings who can't even establish a household!"

Zhang Laotai never imagined that Zhang Dalang would actually visit a brothel, keep a courtesan, and even want to divorce his wife to marry that fox‑spirit girl.

Although the eldest son's wife had many ailments, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to her eldest son. Zhang Laotai simply could not believe that her own eldest son was so blind as to discard the virtuous wife at home and want to marry a household‑disrupting vixen.

Really think the brothel girl fancied him? She was just after his money.

Because of this matter, Dashu also set aside his grudge against his cousin.

He finally lowered himself and personally went to ask his cousin Zhang Jinyu, who had already passed the scholar examination, for advice.

Zhang Jinyu indeed was full of ideas; with a little trick he made Zhang Dalang see the true face of the brothel woman, so the main household did not fall apart—at least for now it looks intact; as for whether their hearts are scattered, Zhang Jinyu cannot control that.

Thus the two brothers barely reconciled.

Dashu promised to watch over his father, not letting him rely on his nephew's reputation to do evil; Zhang Jinyu then let Dashu become a steward at the Ink‑and‑Brush Studio, giving him a high salary and, if business prospered, a share of profits.

Consequently this main household was not as destitute as Old Zhang thought; it's just that Zhang Dalang's desires are never satisfied, his roving heart unchanged, always dreaming of a better life in the capital.

Old Zhang, this father, became the object of his pleading and harassment.

As for this matter, Stone's mother said nothing and gave no opinion.

Indeed Stone's filial devotion to his grandmother—insisting on bringing her to the capital—was correct; with the grandmother present, even if the grandfather favored Dalang, he could not stir up much trouble.

The emperor felt his heart pounding violently.

As the girl once rescued by the great white snake, Lady Feng does not mind calling the Snake Immortal her father, eating and living with the great white snake, and even treating it better than her husband does.

"What!" Zhang Jinyu exclaimed in surprise and joy, "You say the master is coming back?"

The emperor very much looked forward to this.

It is said that the civil war on the grasslands lasted over a year, and the old chieftains of the Tieman tribe and the Black Bear tribe both died.

"Brother, have you been to many countries?" the little prince tugged at his clothes, interrupting his thoughts.

The one sent happened to be Feng Ming, also an old acquaintance.

Seeing this, Zhang Jinyu couldn't help but smile.

The twins have reached the age of enlightenment; Sang Ya's father, wealthy and generous, hired a scholar from the Great Celebration to be their tutor.

Moreover they have taken on many disciples; Jiang He suddenly gained countless disciples and disciples of disciples, becoming the most senior in generation.

The emperor, who rarely shows generosity, was very generous to the tutors teaching the little prince; alas, those elderly scholars, before entering the palace, had sworn solemnly to teach a sage ruler, now they all want to resign from this post.

The emperor received the father and son in the palace.

These years, Huqing's trade has flourished; the Great Celebration needs the grasslands' wool, milk powder, and horses and cattle, while the grasslands need the Great Celebration's salt tea and other goods, and the people's exchanges have become commonplace.

That's fine, but what puzzles him is……

In the end the emperor could only console himself, thinking this was for the people of the world, a benevolent act, and his mood eased a little.

Jiang Shi Yin patted his hand perfunctorily, "What, a parrot that big, still arguing with a snake?"

Jiang Shi Yin showed an embarrassed yet polite smile, "Your Majesty, my ideal is to become a doctor who saves the world." He did not want to be an official, nor did he resemble his senior brother Stone, who enjoys playing mind games with others.

Those who once misunderstood the master as an enemy also feel ashamed.

The great white snake feels torn.

The energetic baby finally broke free from his father, crawling over to want to climb into the hot tub to play with the great white snake.

They don't mind the trouble; besides, the little prince is not being unreasonable—he wants to know how to plant vegetables, whether grain and fertilizer can make the land more fertile, and how to raise fish to make them fatter……

After the chaotic bath finally ended, the great white snake carried the baby around on the ground, the general couple receiving the visiting scholar.

Later, the great white snake and Feng Ming also went up the mountain; afterwards, the Elder Princess's son Little Lion and the little prince, as well as the young master Feng who had just learned to walk, joined them.

The little prince is very close to Jiang Shi Yin, because he is still young and many people are willing to dote on him.

Jiang Helpless, fortunately the little prince has many tutors, so the time taken from him is not much.

Even if the population grows further, we need not fear—since the Great Celebration's land cannot support so many people, let the populace go overseas to farm!

The emperor had to grit his teeth, raise their salaries, to barely keep some learned scholars.

At that time she did not know the value of these medical books; only after saving countless people did she realize how precious they are.

This really looks like the makings of a wise ruler! Being the prince's tutor is just a bit tiring, having to accompany him to the farm to observe— they are young and strong, they can definitely handle it!

This truly is a tough task; the great snake must watch the baby lest the baby drown, while adults must scrub the great white snake's skin and also wash the mischievous baby.

Jiang He sat aside, fingering his prayer beads, "Wasn't a letter sent back? Now Huqing is building cement roads, soon we'll receive a reply."

The master has merit, so no demotion is needed; Jiang Shi Yin has risen in one step, now he is Marquis Jiang Xiao.

Lady Feng suddenly smiled, vigorously brushing the snake's scales with the brush until they shone snow‑white and bright, looking as beautiful as white jade.

Jiang He, feeling still young, firmly refused his disciples' filial piety and pulled his son toward running to the capital.

"But foster parents are now worried—such an outstanding Sang Ya sister, still unmarried." Jiang Shi Yin rested his chin on his hand, pondering where to find a good brother‑in‑law for her, without shortchanging Sang Ya sister.

Jiang He smiled and nodded, "Of course we can!"

Jiang Shi Yin bent down to lift the adorable little prince, telling him about his experiences on the road; the little prince gasped in amazement.

The carriage sped along the smooth cement road, its expensive springs making it utterly smooth.

Feng Ming played chess while informing him that Master Xuan Ji had already returned.

The disciples were overjoyed at his return, all eager to support him in his old age, which made Jiang He feel a bit hurt; he deliberately stared at a mirror for a long time.

Upon hearing this news, Jiang Shi Yin clenched his fists, secretly vowing to become a renowned doctor as well, not to lose to Sang Ya sister.

Lady Feng looked especially helpless, "If you want to bathe, you must take off your clothes— who bathes wearing clothes?"

The emperor's smile froze, then he said nonchalantly, "Oh, that's fine; the gates of my Imperial Medical Institute are always open for you."

Sang Ya and the master complained, "I originally wanted to give them enlightenment, but they are really…… never mind, I'm not cut out for teaching children." She never knew teaching children was so hard; each time the twins made her want to die.

Jiang Shi Yin embarrassedly said he also had no interest in entering the Imperial Medical Institute.

He planned to compile medical texts, and once his clinical experience was rich, he would gather peers to open a medical college, specially training doctors to save the world.

What if the master went to teach the prince?

Jiang Shi Yin nodded, after having spoken with his father, he continued to lower his head and read.

The big white snake lowered its head, using its own head to push the child out, while the baby persisted in trying to move the snake's head aside to crawl into the basin and play in the water.

The six‑year‑old little prince was full of energy—ripping off roof tiles, catching fish in the river, climbing trees and playing in the animal garden; even the big white snake couldn't keep up. To be his tutor, one needed the stamina to run a marathon, and it's said that many teachers have already been worn out.

That's exactly what the crown prince thought; he vigorously promoted economic development on the grasslands, and the herders' lives kept improving. They no longer roamed following water and grass, many chose to build houses and settle down, forming villages or cities.

It really wants to die, snake; it never wants to leave the master again.

The empress let out a faint sigh; she hadn't expected Jiang Qiming to be so ruthless. Knowing that it was his wife Wan Shi who was causing trouble, he directly poisoned her to death. Their son Jiang Xiao, resentful of his father's cruelty toward his mother, also gave him poison.

Shilan Temple is no longer the small temple it once was; now the entire mountain top belongs to Shilan Temple, and the temple itself has been expanded more than tenfold, having become the second‑ranked temple in Daqing.

The remorseful person finally came silently to the Grand Master's residence to apologize to the master.

Feng Ming waved to his close friend, "Don't listen to your sister‑in‑law, come over quickly to help; if your clothes are wet, wear mine."

While Jiang Sixin was burying himself in his studies, the Sang Ya family came from the grasslands to Daqing.

"\"Top Scholar, don't come over, be careful not to get your clothes wet, \" Madame Feng reminded.

After Jiang He was appointed Grand Master, he began doing the Grand Master's work, furrowing his brows as he made weather forecasts for the emperor.

Even so, most of the tutors teaching the crown prince are young people.

The group calmly watched the parrot battle the big white snake, while the little prince and Young Master Feng, who had just learned to walk, clapped their hands, cheering for the big white snake.

He originally intended to give his disciples a surprise, but instead he was the one who got surprised.

Sang Ya respectfully returned the medical texts she had collected to Master Xuanji.

The parrot angrily flapped a wing over, shouting, "Long worm, get out!" The master's shoulder is where it wants to stand; the long worm should move your snake head aside.

It was precisely for this title that he was kidnapped and sold by his step‑grandmother; he never expected that in the end, he himself would become a marquis.

After returning to Daqing, Jiang He first brought his son back to Shilan Temple to see the disciple he had raised for many years.

After hearing that his junior martial brother wanted to take the provincial exam, Zhang Jinyu would go up the mountain whenever he had time to tutor him.

The emperor wished that all talented people under heaven would come to work for him.

The big white snake tapped its huge head, its tail twitching, showing it was very comfortable.

Clearly the emperor never said anything at first, so why do they keep insulting the master?

As for the nobles and officials, do they want to cause a medical disturbance?

Although it doesn't understand, it still shows strong support, often preparing nourishing things to send to Jiang Sixin, who is the master's son, and it wants to take good care of him.

Jiang Sixin naturally didn't want to be separated from his father, so he moved in as well; besides, he needed to study hard, so he decided to go all the way from child scholar to licentiate to recommended candidate—this path must be traversed.

This this this... being called 'grandmaster' by a bunch of not‑so‑youngsters makes him feel somewhat stifled.

Although he is already a marquis, he feels he needs to study more, to prove his medical skills are genuine; a doctor who earned his licentiate is more trustworthy than a marquis who inherited his title.

As the carriage gradually approached the capital, Jiang Sixin suddenly said, "Father, I miss Sister Sang Ya; the border of Hubei Qing is peaceful now, so after I finish this busy period, let's go take a look."

It turned out that Shi Tou insisted on bringing her along, causing her, as a daughter‑in‑law, to continue living in nervous anxiety before her mother‑in‑law; although her son is already a Top Scholar with limitless prospects, she still dares not show off outside, nor dare to accept gifts from others.

"\"Master, I will grant you two monthly stipends; please attend to them diligently! \""

In the Tieman tribe, the fates of the second and third princes were not good—one died, one was disabled; ultimately, the position was taken by the widely supported eldest prince.

Jiang Sixin had long been worried about the civil war on the grasslands; only after they returned to Daqing did he finally learn the detailed news from there.

He plans to take the imperial examination next year; of course his aspiration to become a doctor hasn't changed, but doctors differ among themselves— a doctor who has passed the provincial exam is like having a death‑exemption medal; who among ordinary people would dare to cause a medical disturbance?

Isn't a licentiate who doesn't want to be a doctor a good doctor? His limited brain capacity is almost tied in knots; I really can't understand.

"\"Father, is this water temperature okay? \" Madame Feng asked with a smiling face.

But the crown prince's body was wounded in the war, leaving him somewhat weak and lacking energy; therefore he set up an institution similar to the Daqing cabinet, now focusing wholeheartedly on doing business.

While Jiang Sixin was thinking, the little prince ran over to find him.

"\"Master, may I continue studying with you? \" Sang Ya's eyes were bright; this black pearl of the grasslands has no interest in marriage, she single‑mindedly pursues the pinnacle of medical arts.

"\"Sister Sang Ya is truly amazing; she actually became the great shaman‑doctor of the grasslands. \"

After not seeing each other for years, the emperor had grown a beard, his face looking more mature; conversely, the empress, whose life had been smooth, remained youthful and beautiful. Standing beside the emperor, their age gap was huge, like an uncle and a young bride.

Actually, back then she would have preferred to leave her mother‑in‑law in their hometown.

General Feng Ming of the Northern Garrison was accompanying his son as he crawled around playing.

That's not a problem either; his father said, "Once he becomes Grand Master, whoever dares to cause a medical disturbance to his son, I'll bring out the emperor to deal with them!"

"\"Besides, I don't know what my twin brothers look like; when I left, they could hardly speak at all. \"

"\"Why does the Grand Master also have to take on the duties of a tutor? \"\"

"\"The Top Scholar is a piece of beautiful jade that shines without carving; after being taught by the master for two years, he has achieved this result. \"\"

Feng Ming was pondering his next move, while Zhang Jinyu, this bastard with a heart full of scheming, would ruin the whole army with a single slip.

Master Xuanji's contributions were finally announced to the world by the emperor; only then did the people of Daqing realize that high‑yield crops such as potatoes and sweet potatoes could appear in Daqing thanks to Master Xuanji's efforts, and they rejoiced at his being appointed Grand Master.

Jiang He hadn't expected his disciples to be so capable.

Therefore, Jiang Sixin was able to study in the carriage.

Build ships! We must build large ships!

His wife—the general's lady—was in the courtyard scrubbing the big white snake's body.

The parrot squawked angrily, "How come nobody is cheering for me? Jiang Sixin, give me some cheers!"

But the little prince really likes to stick to him, mainly because he enjoys going to play with Jiang Sixin; the little prince thinks his senior brother is truly amazing—he not only cures illnesses, but also knows martial arts, and can even tell many delightful stories.

Now it's come to this: the couple both died, Jiang Xiao was thrown into prison and sentenced to death, and the title passed directly to Jiang Sixin.

So he is already a marquis; is there still a need to study and take the examinations? After all, even if there is a medical disturbance, who would dare to target a marquis?

The emperor has a very good impression of Jiang Sixin; whenever he thinks of Jiang Sixin entering officialdom and adding another pillar to the court, he feels pleased.

The days passed in a lively, bustling manner.

The newly appointed Young Marquis Jiang had mixed feelings.

After several years, the ever‑energetic Elder Yu would from time to time go to the capital to see his snake ancestors; he specially had a carriage built that wouldn't jolt at all, and upon learning that the master was going to the capital, he hurriedly had someone send the carriage over.

"The emperor wants to appoint the Master as National Teacher, and incidentally have him teach the crown prince." Feng Ming looked up at the extraordinarily beautiful, world‑forgetting Tan Hua Lang under the lamplight, "Especially after the emperor learned of your connection with the Master, he feels the Master is especially good at teaching children."

This wasn't the first time he had seen such a situation; the great white snake loved children, the little crown prince had been raised by it, and it had previously lived in the Huangong, waiting for Feng Ming's child to be born, after which it "changed its affection" and often stayed at the general's manor to play with the baby.

The baby didn't understand any of this, sitting there and giving his mother a toothless smile, drool dripping down onto the tail the great white snake had extended.

Everyone knows the little crown prince is mischievous enough to give people a headache, but also clever enough to delight them.

The emperor stroked his beard, "The title of Marquis Qingyuan is just right for Jiang Si Yin—proper and proper, so those branch families won't have ideas."

Jiang He found this unsurprising; tutoring children's homework always turns into chaos, a truth in any era.

If one day, even if the two countries went to war again, there would be enough resources to fight.

After arriving in the capital, Jiang He took up residence in Huangong.

"Clearly I'm still this young, about the same age as my disciples, I'm not old at all, why are they so eager to give me a retirement?"

When the father and son arrived in the capital, the emperor had already sent people to meet them.

When the Tan Hua Lang arrived, the couple were bathing a snake and a baby.

After eating and drinking their fill, Feng Fu Ren took the son back to the room to sleep, while Feng Ming and the Tan Hua Lang moved to the study, where a chess set and a military manual could consume most of the evening.

Overseas there is actually such a large tract of land? And it has never been cultivated, especially fertile.

On the other side, seeing the world map Jiang He casually drew, the emperor was very displeased: "What? I thought I possessed the four seas, but it turns out my country is this small?"

Nowadays, whoever makes more money has more confidence.

Emperor: "..."

"Junior brother, don't get distracted!" Zhang Jinyu smiled.

The first is Huangong in the capital, which cannot be compared.

The great white snake now clings to the Master and won't let go.

Zhang Jinyu nodded with a smile, rolled up his sleeves, and came over to help scrub the great white snake's skin.

As an innocent bystander who had witnessed countless parrot versus great white snake battles, he had always remained neutral, unable to afford offending either side.

Da Qing was busy doing business with overseas states, and the grasslands naturally could not be neglected.

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