In ancient times, the powerful and wealthy seized power step by step.

After the New Year, when spring was in full bloom, Zhu Qingyu decided to take a long trip.

She searched through all the historical records but could not find any news about Gu Zhao or Gu Heng. However, she was still unwilling to give up and, clinging to a one in ten thousand chance, wanted to revisit the places they had been together to see if Gu Zhao would leave her any messages.

Mei Tang initially disagreed, but upon hearing that she was leaving, she was like a frightened bird, almost scared to death.

"No, you're not fully recovered yet."

Because she was going to many places this time, Zhu Qingyu packed her luggage simply, and her family all gathered at the door to watch her pack. Everyone looked worried.

Zhu Qingyu said:

"I've recovered. I've been lying in bed for almost half a year. I can't stay at home forever. I just went out to clear my head."

Mei Tang then said:

"Then I'll go with you."

Zhu Qingfeng pushed up his glasses:

"I can take annual leave. I've saved up my annual leave for almost ten years and haven't used it yet."

As the head of the family, Zhu Lansheng waved his hand dismissively:

"Let's go together! Our family hasn't gone out for fun in years, let's take this opportunity to go together!"

What was originally planned as a spontaneous solo trip turned into a family trip because of these few people who held me back.

The family's first stop was the capital city. After visiting the imperial city, Zhu Qingyu stood at the door of a seemingly ordinary, locked side room in the Eastern Palace for a long time.

We also visited Huangjue Temple, an ancient temple with a history of over a thousand years, where incense still burns brightly.

The back mountain, which was originally only accessible to members of the royal family, is now open to the public. Zhu Qingyu searched for a long time, trying to find Yongfu Manor, but in the general area, it was no longer a spacious, detached house, but a whole area of ​​mountain dwellings, with no trace of the original Yongfu Manor.

Zhu Qingyu went to Dingsheng Pass, where there were only broken walls and ruins. The old friends who used to laugh and talk were no longer there. All that remained were various weathered ruins and small purple flowers that had bloomed from ancient times to the present, swaying in the wind and covering the mountains and fields.

As Zhu Qingyu was leaving, she picked a lot of flowers. While she was sitting in the car holding the small purple flowers, she heard the clattering of horses' hooves approaching outside.

Zhu Qingyu leaned forward and looked outside, but the person outside the carriage window was no longer the Lord Gu who had delivered flowers, but a strange herdsman on horseback.

The Lord Gu who once brought her small purple flowers is now far away from her.

For her final stop, Zhu Qingyu went to Jiangning.

The Viceroy's Mansion in Jiangning is a rare ancient building that has been passed down from the Mu Dynasty to the present day. Zhu Qingyu spent 40 yuan on the ticket to visit the place where she lived just a few months ago.

Walking from the front yard to the back yard, past the five hundred years of the governors-general of Liangjiang, every brick, tile, blade of grass and tree has changed. The more you look, the more you feel that things have changed and there is no trace of the original.

Time heals all wounds, and even if Gu Zhao really did leave her a message, it would have long since disappeared with the passage of time.

Zhu Qingyu returned to Sichuan empty-handed and resumed her busy work in the emergency department. She was busy from spring to summer, and then from summer to autumn, trying to fill her empty heart with work that kept her so busy that she couldn't think of anything else.

That evening, Zhu Qingyu was on duty in the department when an ambulance suddenly brought in a series of car accident victims.

A massive multi-vehicle collision occurred on the highway, involving dozens of vehicles and resulting in numerous deaths and injuries. Among the injured, the most seriously wounded was a young man who suffered a penetrating chest injury.

At first glance, the injuries were somewhat similar to those of Gu Zhao, and even the age and facial features were somewhat similar to Gu Zhao's.

Because of this, Zhu Qingyu was slightly stunned, but only for half a second, before pushing the patient into the operating room.

Despite suffering such severe injuries, this person remained conscious, looking at Zhu Qingyu with a scrutinizing expression.

What are you scrutinizing? Do you think I'm too young? Do you expect me to find you an old, white-bearded doctor to perform the surgery?

The emergency room never pampers patients; they administer anesthesia, lay the person down, and then operate.

The surgery lasted from night until morning, with the monitor alarming several times and the patient's condition becoming critical several times before finally stabilizing in the morning.

When I came out of the emergency operating room, the family member waiting outside was none other than Yuan Hui.

Upon seeing Zhu Qingyu, Yuan Hui hurriedly came forward, her face full of anxiety:

"Sister, how is Mr. He?"

Zhu Qingyu, exhausted from standing all night, leaned against the wall and replied:

"Sister Hui, are you talking about the patient with the penetrating wound? He's out of danger and can be transferred upstairs to the thoracic surgery department."

Yuan Hui looked at her with a face full of adoration:

"Little sister, you're amazing! I'll get the paperwork done for him first, then we'll chat."

On her way back after changing shifts, Zhu Qingyu received a message from Yuan Hui.

It turns out that this Mr. He is an investor in Yuan Hui, and Yuan Hui is currently waiting for him to invest money. No wonder she is so nervous about Mr. He.

She listened to the information and moved on. To her, even the emperor was just an ordinary patient. She didn't take the so-called "General Manager He" or "General Manager Zhang" to heart.

After a while, Yuan Hui actually sent her a message again:

"Little sister, Mr. He has been discharged from the hospital and would like to treat you to a meal to express his gratitude. He asked for your WeChat ID, could you give it to me?"

Zhu Qingyu is extremely busy every day, especially after she independently performed a penetrating surgery last time. The department head was very impressed with her and recently showed a strong intention to train her. As a result, she is even busier. After work, she just wants to go home and lie down. She has no energy for socializing at all, so she declined the offer.

After a while, someone actually delivered flowers to her in the emergency room. The flowers were signed He Jiang and included a phone number.

Zhu Qingyu didn't call He Jiang, but instead sent a message to Yuan Hui:

"Sister Hui, could you please tell Mr. He to stop sending flowers?"

Yuan Hui replied that there was no problem.

Zhu Qingyu thought it was over. On the day of the Beginning of Winter, when she came out of her shift, there was a car she didn't recognize parked in front of the hospital, but it looked very expensive.

Seeing her come out, someone got out of the car and called out:

"Dr. Zhu, would you like to have a meal together sometime?"

Zhu Qingyu glanced at him. She didn't recognize his clothes either, but they looked quite expensive.

Because he bore a resemblance to Gu Zhao, Zhu Qingyu remembered who he was and tentatively asked:

"Mr. He?"

He Jiang opened the car door and laughed:

"Just call me He Jiang. Could you give me the chance to have a meal together? Let me express my gratitude?"

"Why is this person never going to stop?" Zhu Qingyu retorted again.

"It's not convenient. My daughter is turning one today, and I need to rush back to celebrate with her. Goodbye, Mr. He."

Zhu Qingyu left the shocked President He behind and went home on her own. On her way home, she bought a small cake, lit candles, and sang a birthday song for Gu Heng to celebrate her first birthday.

At the same time, Gu Zhao carried one-year-old Gu Heng to the top of Qingyun Mountain.

The clouds and mist dissipated, revealing the mountaintop empty. There was no Qingyun Temple, as she had described, its roof gleaming golden in the sunlight after the clouds had cleared.

If she says it exists, then it must exist.

Gu Zhao said to Gu Heng:

"We will build a temple for our mother, and name it Qingyun Temple, to enshrine the Medicine Buddha."