The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Bo Yuxun woke up leisurely.

It's like having a long dream.

The setting sun penetrated the gauze curtain and fell on the opposite wall, and the golden hazy light outlined winding shadows on the smooth wall.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if in the light and shadow, was the person he was dreaming of.

"Cough cough..." The violent itching in his chest made him cough uncontrollably, and the outstretched hand dropped feebly.

"Finally woke up." An old man with white hair came over with a medicine bowl.

Bo Yuxun twisted his stiff neck, and when he spoke, he realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Who are you?"

"Where am I?"

"Don't talk, just drink the medicine."

The old man took a spoon and fed it to Bo Yuxun spoon by spoon. Bo Yuxun felt the familiar fragrance of the medicine from the old man, so he didn't resist and drank the medicine strangely.

After feeding the medicine, the old man felt his pulse, and said with a smile, "Take care of him well, and he will be fine within a month. You are lucky."

Bo Yuxun asked eagerly, "Old man, where am I?"

"I know you have a lot of questions in your heart, but I can't answer you now. What you have to do now is to take good care of your body, you know?"

Bo Yuxun got up, threw off the quilt and got off the bed, and rushed out of the gate. This was a square courtyard. There was a medicine stove and a casserole in the yard, and some dried herbs were piled up scatteredly on the shelves next to it.

The setting sun fell in the courtyard, and everything was silent.

It is still very cold in March, especially in the evening before the night falls, the coolness is deep into the bone.

Bo Yuxun's body swayed, and some vague figures flashed in his mind, and soon disappeared in the misty smoke.

Bo Yuxun stood quietly at the door for a while, then turned and walked back.

Opposite the bed stood a two-meter-high bookshelf, which was filled with all kinds of books, the most of which were medical works, and most of them were rare classics.

Bo Yuxun took out one of the old books with yellowed pages, which was the long-lost manuscript of the great ancestor of surgery. When Bo Yuxun was studying abroad, he heard a professor mention this manuscript, and his assistant secretly hid it. It has been passed down from generation to generation in the family of the assistant, and later the descendants of the assistant's family became bigwigs in the medical field. This handbook has never been made public.

This family is now so powerful that it must be very difficult to get the manuscript.

Bo Yuxun sat down in front of the desk and read carefully. There were paper and pen on the desk. When he saw something he didn't understand, he would pick up the pen and analyze it on the paper.

He no longer struggles with so many reasons, he can feel that the people he cares about are by his side.

The only thing he can do now is not to hold back.

——

When the first spring rain came, the old king who had been sick for many months finally couldn't hold on anymore.

The imperial army on the street was frequently mobilized, and people in Gu Yuncheng were panicked.

The people are praying to the saint in their hearts, hoping that this transition of power will proceed smoothly and not affect the common people.

In fact, the old king's body failed three years ago, and it is already a miracle that he can persist for three years.

I survived the cold winter, but when spring came, I couldn't make it through.

Speaking of the old lord, the people's hearts are very complicated.

He is not a good person, but he is not a bad person either. He treats the people that way. He owed a lot of romantic debts when he was young. Prince Sang Luo.

Now that he was on the verge of death, Bai Xin felt rather sad.

At eleven o'clock that night, a bell rang from the palace, resounding in the ears of every citizen in Guyun City.

The people faced the direction of the palace and knelt down to worship.

Death is like a lamp going out, no matter how many wrong things you have done in life, at the moment of death, it has dissipated like wind and smoke, and only the respect for the dead remains.

In the first month of mourning, marriages are prohibited. In this month, the atmosphere in Wangcheng is extremely heavy. Various celebrations are cancelled, and there are fewer and fewer people on the streets.

The funeral of the old lord was settled, and the crown prince's coronation ceremony was next on the agenda.

The auspicious day is May 15th. On this day, under the witness of all the people in the central square, the crown prince will be crowned by the Holy Lord, and the birth of the new king will be declared.

After the death of the old lord, Prince Sangluo will announce the obituary to the world in the name of the crown prince, and the coronation ceremony of Prince Sangluo will also invite some important figures from various countries to watch the ceremony, which is a necessary etiquette.

During this period of time, the ministries were almost too busy to touch the ground.

The special plane of the US Mission landed at the airport one day in early May, and a blond boy with blue eyes stretched his waist and walked out of the cabin.

Waka immediately greeted him: "Prince Searle, you have worked hard all the way, and the hotel you are staying in is ready for you."

The boy squinted at him: "Take me to see my sister first."

This person is Princess Landa's youngest brother, Prince Searle, and he is also a demon king in chaos.

Waka led Searle to Landa's princess palace, and Landa rarely showed an excited smile on Searle's face: "Searle, why are you here?"

"I begged my elder brother for a long time to agree to my coming. Elder sister, are you having a bad life? People here bully you?"

Searle grabbed Landa's wrist, his white face was full of sullenness, and he was about to find someone to settle accounts aggressively.

Landa quickly pulled him back: "I'm doing well, don't be impulsive."

"Sister, I have heard that Sang Luo doesn't want to marry you at all. People in their country are clamoring for him to marry that holy woman every day. You are the princess? Why should I be wronged here? I am here this time." Just to take you back."

Landa smiled and shook her head: "Searle, my sister is very happy that you can think about her, but I can't go back now."

"Why?" Searle was very puzzled.

Landa just smiled, and straightened his tie: "Sister is very relieved, when you grow up, you will understand in the future that not everything needs a reason."

Searle scratched his head irritably, his fluffy blond hair was scratched messily, and matched with that fair little face, it was very cute.

"But if you stay here, your identity will be very embarrassing."

"My sister has long since stopped caring about unexpected people's opinions. I am still a princess, and no one will embarrass me."

Landa held Searle's hand with interest in her eyes: "How did I hear that you cheated on your senior sister at school? What's going on?"

They have a romantic disposition in their royal genes, which is really worrying, and the youngest brother is not immune.

Sel faltered: "Oh, which talker told you, damn it, I didn't cheat, she was going to cling to me on purpose, it's so annoying."

Landa sighed: "With your status, most women jump on you. You must have the ability to discriminate. Don't reject anyone who comes. Be careful when you fall on women."

"Oh, sister, I see. Why are you nagging more than before? I'm hungry and I want to eat."

Landa had no choice but to order Ah Wu to prepare meals.

"Sister, tell me about that saint." Searle asked suddenly while eating.

Landa's movement of pouring water froze, and she glanced at him lightly: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm just curious. Do you know that people outside are talking about it now, saying that this saint is actually the daughter of the Holy Lord, and asking the saint to marry Sang Luo is to restrain him."

Landa narrowed her eyes: "Are you talking about it?"

"Yeah, don't look at this place. It's quite famous outside. Some of my classmates asked me if you were cut off by the saint. I gave him a hard punch. "

Searle flashed his fist excitedly.

"This is their internal struggle. It is not suitable for me, an outsider, to intervene, otherwise I don't know how they died."

"Sister, how can you say that, brother and I are your backing."

"Do you believe this yourself?"

Searle pouted, and said indignantly: "That can't let people step on your head...."

Landa glared at him, and Searle muttered something and stopped talking.

——

Jiangzhou, Shengde High School.

In the classroom of the second year of high school, Zhu Shaodan was dozing off boredly while spinning a pen in his hand.

"The head of the Shendu Kingdom has passed away, and Crown Prince Sangluo will hold a coronation ceremony on the 15th of this month... This Crown Prince Sangluo is too lucky, he just won."

The students in the front seat looked at the headlines of today's school newspaper and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The school newspaper sometimes publishes some important international news, and the school prohibits students from carrying mobile phones, so they can only read the school newspaper for entertainment during recess.

For Shendu Kingdom, most of the students only have a sloppy impression, apart from being mysterious, it is cold.

The crown prince's coronation ceremony is too far away from their lives for these middle-aged high school students, and they can't even afford to envy them. It can only be a cold statement in the school newspaper.

Look at Xiaoxiao and it will pass.

But today a girl was very excited, and she came over and said, "Let me tell you, I have a cousin who has been to Shendu, and he has seen Crown Prince Sangluo with his own eyes. He said that Crown Prince Sangluo is the oldest man he has ever met. The most handsome man with the most perfect temperament, the key is that he is very young, he has just turned 20 this year, and he is expected to be in the top position."

Zhu Shaodan snorted: "So? What does it have to do with me?"

At the same age, he was about to become the head of the country, and he was locked up in school by his cruel sister.

People are more popular than people.