I am a miracle doctor in Dream of the Red Chamber

Late at night on the first day of the first lunar month, at the summit of Tianmen Mountain in Wulingyuan.

While the twelve pavilion masters were discussing the situation in the court, An Wuxia, who was sitting next to Qi Zhen, shivered in the biting cold wind and wrapped his clothes tightly unconsciously.

Qi Zhen saw all of this. He took off his dazzling black cloak, gently put it on An Wuxia, and tied it up. His tender concern was evident in his words.

An Wuxia smiled and said, "I'm fine. I just feel the cold wind on the top of the mountain. My whole body is chilly, and my hands and feet are cold."

Qi Zhen hurriedly held her hands in his, and immediately a warm current quickly flowed through An Wuxia's body, and she gradually felt less cold.

An Wuxia smiled and said, "No wonder there are so many people but I am the only one shivering with cold. It turns out that you are all masters of magical skills and have deep internal strength. Naturally, this little bit of cold wind is like the spring in March for you."

Qi Zhen looked at her and said, "We have been practicing martial arts since we were young, and with the blessing of the superior mental method, we are naturally not affected by the outside world."

However, the Third Prince Qi Zhen's natural concern for An Wuxia, his affectionate eyes, and his joy that could not be expressed in words were all secretly seen by the twelve Pavilion Masters.

The first person to express jealousy was the leader of Xiaoxiang Pavilion - Tingqin. She looked at Qi Zhen and An Wuxia who were sitting in the main seats. They were holding hands tightly and chatting happily.

Listening to the sound of the almonds flowing in the pavilion master's heart, she said with a smile: "Oh! I haven't seen you for a long time. When did the Third Prince find a sweetheart?! Miss An is always dressed in pure and simple clothes. I wonder if her cold and frosty appearance can chill the Third Prince?!"

Hearing this, An Wuxia quickly retracted her hands. Qi Zhen, on the other hand, looked calm and indifferent. He raised the golden cup and drank it down in one gulp. Then he put it down and said, "Miss An's martial arts foundation is still shallow. She is not strong enough to resist the cold wind on the top of the mountain. I have a strong inner strength, so I will naturally help her to drive away the cold. You can continue the discussion. Tianjizi will report to me later."

Hearing Qi Zhen's answer without any consideration for her feelings, Tingqin Pavilion Master already had mixed feelings in her heart, and her heart was filled with bitterness.

The twelve pavilion masters continued to discuss the current situation. Last November, the current emperor suddenly had a splitting headache and was in danger of dying. So he prayed for the crown prince to be able to hold on to the throne, and drafted several candidates for the future queen and concubine.

Among them are the granddaughter of Duke Rong, Jia Yuanchun, the sister of Shui Rong, Shui Jingxin, the granddaughter of General Zhenguo, Wu Jingrui, and the granddaughter of General Shenwei, Zhou Jiayan.

Originally these people were female palace maids who were in charge of ceremonies, meals or documents in the palace, or they were the princesses' tutors. Normally, the emperor would send people to observe their character and abilities in secret, in order to prepare marriages for his princes and clan members.

Therefore, after the emperor escaped the crisis of serious illness last year, he had the idea of ​​abdicating the throne to the crown prince Qizhu and becoming the emperor himself. Unfortunately, Concubine Mu always tried every means to kill the queen and her son, which made the emperor have new concerns.

Therefore, the emperor secretly transferred those outstanding women from aristocratic families to a new palace, Fengzao Palace, where they were personally trained and educated by experienced concubines in preparation for accompanying the king in the future.

It was not until the early morning of the second day of the Chinese New Year that the morning glow in the east had already revealed a slightly reddish color, like the shyness and beauty of a newlywed. The twelfth pavilion master came to report to Qi Zhen about their and the Meteor Army's next battle plan and strategic strategy. The third prince listened in silence and did not raise any major opinions.

An Wuxia was an extremely smart girl. She suddenly realized that the twelve pavilion masters of Lingxi Pavilion had all come to greet Qi Zhen. And she had heard her brother An Wuyang say a few years ago that there was a righteous envoy in the world, who liked to appear on clear nights with clear wind and bright moon. He was always pure and spotless, always upholding justice, robbing the rich to help the poor, fighting against corrupt officials, eliminating violence and protecting the good, and was upright and righteous. This person was the chief pavilion master of Lingxi Pavilion - righteous envoy.

Thinking of this, An Wuxia felt an inexplicable admiration and respect in her heart. She wondered if the Third Prince beside her was the Righteous Envoy? And why couldn't the Pavilion Master Tingqin see us getting close? Could it be that she had some other feelings for Qi Zhen?

As expected, after the meeting, the other eleven Pavilion Masters all jumped onto their mounts and rode away on clouds and mist. Only the Pavilion Master Xiaoxiang, who was the host of this meeting, was left. At this time, she had already played the zither on the pine cliffs. The beautiful and fluent melody echoed on the top of Tianmen Mountain, which was the sound of nature.

An Wuxia couldn't help but exclaimed: "The Pavilion Master's music is so pleasant to the ears that it makes people linger."

Qi Zhen lowered his eyebrows and said, "She is already feeling sad! The sound of the piano inevitably carries a lingering sense of loss and sadness."

An Wuxia smiled and said, "It seems that the Third Prince is really the soulmate of Pavilion Master Tingqin. Tingqin knows one's heart. You two are really a match made in heaven."

Qi Zhen looked at An Wuxia with strange eyes for a long time. He didn't know what to say. He could only stand alone on the top of Tianmen Mountain, feeling bitter and lost. That figure, standing in the wind, facing the morning glow, was so clear, handsome, tall and straight, but also so desolate and lonely. An Wuxia watched all this silently.

When the sound of the zither kept echoing in An Wuxia's ears and she was immersed in it, Qi Zhen slowly walked to her side again, silently held her hand and said, "When you go back today, you will take Miss Lin back to the capital. We don't know when we will meet again, so we should cherish this moment of solitude."

An Wuxia gently pulled back his hand and said, "Your Highness is not lonely. At least you have four close female friends to accompany you: listening to the zither, watching chess, reading and appreciating paintings. But it's different for me in Rongguo Mansion. For me, that place is simply a den of dragons and tigers."

Qi Zhen finally heard the jealousy in her words, so he hurriedly said: "The relationship between them and me is nothing more than a kindred spirit, just like the mutual respect between a monarch and his subjects."

An Wuxia's brows flashed with displeasure, and he turned around and said coldly: "Humph! It has always been difficult to find a soulmate! The relationship between you two is really extremely rare!"

Qi Zhen hugged her tightly from behind and whispered softly in her ear: "Are you angry?! Come with me!"

After saying that, he dragged An Wuxia into the Xie Mo Xuan of Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Then, Qi Zhen swung his sleeves, spread out the rice paper, and the scent of ink came, and the painting was finished. The charm and spirit were natural and leisurely. The woman in the painting was wearing a white phoenix feather snow dress, flying on the white phoenix, just like the full moon dispelling the darkness of the night, bright and beautiful, and heart-pounding. The name of this painting is "Flying Phoenix Picture", and the seal signature is - Zhengshan Envoy.

Seeing the words "Zhengshan Envoy", An Wuxia lowered his head and asked quietly, "Is the Third Prince really the Zhengshan Envoy as rumored by the martial arts world?!"

Qi Zhen's eyes were filled with morning stars as he gazed at his beloved, saying tenderly, "If you say it's me, then it's me. If you say it's not me, then it's not me. In my heart, I just want to be your husband forever!"

An Wuxia's face flushed instantly, and the thousands of troops in her heart were galloping like a tidal wave. She was actually at a loss, and she couldn't express the joy, sweetness and struggle in her heart. So, she flew up and rode on the white-feathered phoenix, leaning on its wings, and flew away with a bright and happy smile on her face.