Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 318: Chapter 197 Red Sleeve Adds Fragrance at Night_2 Chapter 318: Chapter 197 Red Sleeve Adds Fragrance at Night_2 Trailing behind him was a throng that resembled countless eunuchs, guards, and palace maids following after an uprooted radish with clumps of soil still attached.

Zhou Zongbao gazed at the tightly closed red gauze canopy and bellowed twice.

“Little Bao, Noble Consort Xi isn’t wearing any clothes. After all, she is your younger brother’s wife. Dare to lift the gauze and try!” Emperor Zhoulin, gasping for air, covered the panicked Noble Consort Xi’s mouth and hollered out towards the canopy.

Zhou Zongbao, his eyes red with fury, waited for the curtains of the canopy to part. His face alternated between shades of crimson and ashen, as he bitterly exclaimed, “Zhoulin, you shameless old man, how dare you flee into a woman’s bed!”

Emperor Zhoulin, his face wrinkled into a ball, glanced at his own dragon robe, torn to shreds, and couldn’t help but smile wryly inwardly. Face? With his condition, what face did he have left to worry about?

If he didn’t escape now, he would become the first emperor in the history of the Zhou Dynasty to be beaten to death by his predecessor–a joke so preposterous it would be the laughingstock of the world!

Zhou Zongbao, holding a shoe in his hand, circled the red gauze canopy several times. Finding no recourse, he left a vicious threat, “You just wait for me. I will deal with Xiao Qiu’s family first, then come back here to corner you. I don’t believe you can hide in a woman’s bed for the rest of your life!”

As it turned out, Emperor Zhoulin indeed couldn’t hide in a woman’s bed forever. But he wasn’t about to sit around and wait for Zhou Zongbao to corner him. So, he switched to another woman’s bed to continue hiding!

Being an emperor sure had its advantages–plenty of women and plenty of beds to hide in!

On one hand, Zhou Zongbao was investigating the Han Family for treason, and on the other, he was trying to corner Emperor Zhoulin. Despite blockading him for three straight days and failing to even catch a glimpse of him, he furiously tore off the glazed tiles from the roof of Qiankun Hall, shattering them to pieces…

For a time, officials in Capital City were all alarmed, taking a wide detour at the mere sight of Prince Bao. Seeing the Emperor was utterly out of the question, for ever since Prince Bao’s return to court, the Emperor had never appeared in public…

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Of course, Gu Changsheng knew nothing about the commotion in Capital City. At that moment, she was deep in Baili Mountain, serenely studying herbs and authoring her works.

She had promised to teach her eight hundred followers military tactics and strategies, and she wasn’t jesting–when she gave her word, she meant it.

Thus, she set her sights on Zhou Mu. After all, who better to teach for free than the undefeated War God, Great General War King? It would be a waste, wouldn’t it, not to take advantage of such a resource?

But to her disappointment, Zhou Mu actually told her that the military tactics and troop formations of their time were mostly passed down verbally and accumulated through experience–no codified manuals existed.

This revelation left Gu Changsheng dumbstruck; she almost hit a wall in frustration.

In the face of Zhou Mu’s incomprehension, she scorned their cultural backwardness for a good while.

Having no choice, she prepared to start writing!

After all, her mind was filled with military strategies–not few at all. Recalling her past life, her strong memory and wide learning finally found their application.

General Overview of the Eight Formations, Taigong’s Art of War, Hundred Battle Stratagems, Guiguzi, Celin, The Thirty-Six Strategies, The Art of War by Sun Tzu… She decided to write down anything and everything she could remember.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mu volunteered to play the role of the attendant student, claiming he would keep her company and add fragrance to her nights as she penned her works.

On Gu Changsheng’s first day in the study, she transcribed “General Overview of the Eight Formations” by the famous Western Jin General, Ma Long, known as an innovator in weaponry and formation tactics.

Gu Changsheng wrote in a vigorous and forceful small script, as if her brush danced like a dragon with a strong and resonant style. Her calligraphy alone astonished Zhou Mu, “Changsheng, my love, such handwriting could only be achieved with at least ten years of dedicated ink practice.”

Hearing this, Gu Changsheng looked up with a glare, holding her Wolf Brush, “Nonsense! I practiced for fifteen whole years to attain such skill with the brush. Ten years, let’s see you try it!”

Zhou Mu, taking the brush from her hand, boldly wrote a few characters on a piece of paper.

“Chang, Sheng, My, Love…” Gu Changsheng, dressed in red, stood beside him, reading aloud each character revealed by his brushstrokes. After she finished, she felt utterly exasperated.

The structure of his calligraphy bore a striking resemblance to her own, nearly seventy to eighty percent similar, yet it exuded a wild and unruly air, as well as an imperial dominance like he ruled the world.

His writing was, in fact, slightly better than hers!

“Evildoer!” Realizing the truth, Gu Changsheng felt internally wounded… She was on the verge of tears!

In her past life of twenty-nine years, her pride in her fine brush calligraphy was unmatched. Now, she found it pale in comparison to that of Zhou Mu, a twenty-year-old native!

This was simply beyond reason!

Seeing her reaction, Zhou Mu smiled indulgently, reaching out to smooth her hair bun.

Gu Changsheng dodged him irritably, pushing him away, “Aren’t you here to add fragrance to my writing? Why do I feel like you’re here to add trouble? Go away! Step aside and don’t bother me anymore; you’re distracting me from my writing!”

A wooden club followed by a sweet jujube–she wasn’t a three-year-old child, easily fooled!

Zhou Mu, unoffended, picked up her still damp manuscript and smiled in response, “Is this the military manual you boasted about writing? My love, not everyone can author works and earn the name of a sage.”

Gu Changsheng glared at him instantly, pointing the tip of her brush at Zhou Mu, speaking in an unfriendly tone, “What are you implying? What do you mean by that? Evildoer, it’s just your envy talking. This mere incompetent has already gained fame across the land with just half a medical book. If you don’t believe me, go out and ask. Among those who practice medicine, who doesn’t know of the ‘Gu’s Pharmacy Annotation’ authored by me, Gu Changsheng? Hmph!”

“But the art of leading troops is fundamentally different from medicine. You were born into a family of medicine. “Zhou Mu was still skeptical that she could conceive profound military writings. In fact, he doubted that her place of origin was as developed and prosperous as she claimed.

“That was in this life! I came from a military family in my past life!” Gu Changsheng replied irritably, taking a glance at him, and snorted, “We’ll let the facts speak for themselves, the proof is in the writing. See for yourself!”