amaotonovel Chapter 847: There's Still a Long Way to Go
Chapter 847: There's Still a Long Way to Go
Fang Nanzhi looked at him in confusion.
Qing Yan didn't say anything else. The little girl was too young and there were some things that she couldn't explain clearly.
Otherwise, Uncle Fang, Second Uncle and the others would not let the little girl see him.
Qin Yan was in the lead and rode for most of the circle, but he didn't see the prince catching up.
When I looked back, my face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
As expected, he is not serious. He said it was a competition, but he was just teasing his sister.
Qin Yan was about to turn back, but he saw the prince suddenly increase the speed of his horse and look at him from a distance.
The looks from both sides were not very friendly.
The prince rode his horse to chase after him, but Qin Yan was also proud. He pulled the reins and insisted on waiting for the prince to get closer before having a formal duel.
I don't want to take advantage of this half circle.
Fang Nanzhi waved her whip, feeling that her brother and the prince were so conceited, and she might be able to benefit from it.
Soon, the prince caught up with Qin Yan, and the two rode side by side, speeding up at the same time.
"drive!"
"Snapped!"
The horses' hooves roared as they galloped across the field, leaving Fang Nanzhi, who had fallen behind, to eat the dust.
Her face was numb and she slowed down silently.
This incident tells us that the gap in strength between the two sides is too big, and we cannot be the one who wins.
Qin Yan and the prince chased each other, one black and one white, two horses, like two lightning bolts, neither of them was willing to give in.
Occasionally, when the two looked at each other, it seemed as if there was a flash of sword and shadow hidden in their eyes.
The manager of the horse farm in the distance was stunned.
"Whose young master is that, daring to challenge His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in such a confrontation?"
The subordinates don’t know.
The main reason was that Qin Yan looked unfamiliar. He had never been to the horse farm since he came to Beijing.
"Da da da!"
The sound of horse hooves is approaching, and there is a corner ahead.
Qin Yan lowered his body and did not slow down his horse, intending to rush forward.
Looking at Qing Yan again, his leg hit the horse's belly, and the white horse neighed and suddenly accelerated.
With a whoosh, Qing Yan easily turned the corner.
It was also this moment that distanced himself from Qin Yan.
Although Qin Yan felt regretful, he was not willing to risk his life and did not forcefully chase after him.
The prince rode away from the crowd and ran to the finish line.
The stable manager greeted him with a smile: "Your Highness's horsemanship has improved again."
He held a tray with a handkerchief on it in both hands. Qing Yan dismounted, took the handkerchief and wiped it briefly.
I didn't take the manager's compliments to heart at all.
After a while, Qin Yan and Fang Nanzhi also arrived.
Although he lost the competition, Fang Nanzhi was still in high spirits as it was a rare opportunity to ride a horse.
I just had lunch at the racecourse.
In the afternoon, Qingyan taught her to play polo, and the three of them played at the racecourse until dusk before parting ways.
Qingyan wanted to send the girl home, but Qin Yan politely declined.
As soon as he got on the carriage, Fang Nanzhi started howling.
"Anmei, I twisted my wrist."
I just overexerted myself playing polo.
An Mei rubbed her wrist and realized something was wrong: "Miss, why are your palms rubbed?"
"It must have been caused by pulling on the reins."
Fang Nanzhi didn't take it seriously, but felt a little emotional.
"Brother, do you think I am delicate and tender?"
Qin Yan couldn't quite follow her thoughts, and there was confusion in his eyes.
"Which village girl has such tender hands that can be easily broken? My father took good care of me." Fang Nanzhi sighed.
Qin Yan couldn't help laughing: "Yeah, that's right."
It's true that in the past few years, the brother and sister, and even Qian Fengping, have not done any heavy work.
Wouldn’t it make the skin more tender?
On the other hand, Fang Tong and Fang Yin, one goes to the fields every day, and the other practices martial arts every day, and their skin and muscles are thick and tough from training.
Fang Tong was afraid that he would age too quickly due to the sun, which would make his wife dislike him, so he often asked his daughter for ointment behind his back.
Things like whitening and anti-wrinkle products.
Fang Nanzhi always remembered that his biological father was able to marry into the family because of his good looks, and she was happy to help him.
Oh, and recently, isn’t Second Uncle getting married soon?
Worried that the groom would be too rude on the wedding day, he also came to his niece for help.
Fang Nanzhi also generously gave some ointment.
Well, of course, if she was short of money occasionally, she would use the excuse that the ointment was difficult to make and charge an appropriate fee.
A small amount of Fang Tong and Fang Yin's private money went into Fang Nanzhi's pocket.
After laughing, Qin Yan talked about business.
"Zhizhi, you need to become a famous doctor. You can't always rely on the prince."
The detoxification work is enough to make one famous.
"If we want to promote late marriage and late childbearing, your memorial alone is not enough. We need the right time, place, and people. None of them can be missing."
"Perhaps it would be better if these customs were changed from the common people to the palace."
In other words, it is appropriate to make some achievements first and then write the memorial.
Otherwise, if she had to rely entirely on the prince's support to get things done, people might doubt Zhizhi's ability.
What was originally a good thing will change its meaning.
Qin Yan didn't understand why the prince was so confident that he could do this. Maybe he was confident, but if Zhizhi wanted to go long-term, she still had to rely on herself.
External forces can only be borrowed occasionally.
Fang Nanzhi thought about it seriously and couldn't deny that what his brother said made sense.
She also lacked consideration.
Mr. Zhou also said that in terms of reputation, she has already achieved more than enough.
In the next few years, it is important to accumulate experience. If you want to become a scholar with medical skills, you must first look at the doctor's ability, his contribution to the world, and the opinions of the people and the powerful on medicine.
What kind of taxi do you want to be, etc.
Becoming a celebrity is not something that can be achieved overnight; it takes time to develop and more importantly, real strength.
Among the famous people today, some have made great contributions to flood control, and some have outstanding political views. None of them achieved success overnight.
The road has been paved, so we must walk slowly.
Fang Nanzhi scratched his head and realized that he seemed to have done something wrong.
She could write a letter to tell the prince that the memorial was not necessary.
But what if this was an opportunity to promote late pregnancy? She had traveled and seen what those girls who gave birth early were like.
"Perhaps we can ask Master and the Imperial Hospital to write this memorial?"
Everyone in the Imperial Medical Bureau has more experience than her and has seen countless diseases.
I believe they also have unique insights into marriage and childbirth between men and women.
Qin Yan gently touched her little head and said, "Not only that, but also the disciples of the imperial doctors can participate."
Fang Nanzhi nodded, already having a plan in mind.
Yes, her words alone are weak, but if she brings so many people together, it will be more convincing.
The memorials from the Imperial Medical Bureau would not attract too much attention, and she would not be suspected of trying to curry favor with the prince and having no real talent or knowledge.
In the palace, the emperor learned that the prince had left the palace and went to the horse farm to play for a day, and his face looked unhappy.
His father is still angry.
Eunuch Fu poured him more tea. "Your Majesty, don't worry. The Crown Prince has just recovered from a serious illness and hasn't thought about sex yet. Plus, he has a cold personality, so he's so repulsive..."
"Yes, the prince's temperament cannot tolerate messy people around him. In all these years, he has only made one friend, and she is a young lady."
At the end of his speech, the emperor frowned.
Fang Nanzhi is young, but she's not bad looking. Could the prince be...