Medical Doctor Travels Through Time to Train the Prince to Become a Wife-Controlled

It was already quite chilly in the early morning of October.

Meng Zhenzhen put on a thicker dress, a pink embroidered blouse and a pearly white crepe skirt.

On her oval-shaped, white and tender face, there was a pair of dimples on her cheeks. A light touch of rouge made her cheeks look like a newly opened white flower, white with a hint of red.

A cluster of long, curved black eyebrows that look like they are not painted, and a pair of eyes that are full of life and hope.

Those alluring eyes, clearly black and white, are filled with an intoxicating charm.

Her hair was waist-length, and her forehead and temples were decorated with a white and pink inlaid bead necklace. Occasionally, one or two disobedient beads would hang down.

It actually added a sense of beauty that was both real and illusory. The silver jewelry bracelet on her wrist complemented her simple outfit.

After everything was dressed up, Jasmine seemed to be frozen, carefully appreciating this wonderful work.

"Miss, you are so beautiful that it touches my heart. It would be so great if I were a man. I will definitely be reborn as a man in my next life. Miss, you have to wait for me."

Haitang, who was standing next to her, covered her mouth and laughed secretly, "Don't be such a joke, pack your things quickly, we have to go out soon, it will be bad if you delay."

Jasmine stuck out her tongue and quickly packed up her clothes. A girl would have to carry a lot of things when she went out.

Meng Zhenzhen brought four maids to the Imperial Tutor's Mansion and saw a carriage waiting on the roadside from a distance.

Jasmine opened the curtain, and Meng Zhenzhen poked her head out to take a look, then whispered to the carriage in front, "Cousin, how long have you been waiting? Let's go."

Dong Yiyi responded with a bitter smile and was helped by Cuihong to get into the carriage.

Fushan Temple is the largest and most popular temple in the South. It is located in the southwest of Shengjing City, about two hours away.

I heard that there were eminent monks who could interpret divinations, and every five years the emperor would invite Master Yuanyi to chant sutras in order to pray for good weather and good harvests in the south.

Meng Zhenzhen went out to relax today, either eating or drinking. When she woke up, she was already at the foot of the temple mountain and had to hike up the mountain.

After opening her eyes, Meng Zhenzhen felt sore all over from sleeping so well. It would be more comfortable for her to ride a horse.

He got off the carriage and walked to Dong Yiyi's side, holding her arm, "Cousin, let's go up together. I heard that if the person who asks for the divination is sincere, the marriage prediction can be accurate. Maybe your destined husband will appear."

Dong Yiyi looked at the endless number of temples in front of her, and the word "marriage" made her feel melancholy and worried.

It's not that she was unaware of the worries of her family members, but she really didn't expect that she almost put her trust in the wrong person. She could only blame herself for not being able to distinguish right from wrong. She had wasted so many years of reading the books of sages.

He reached out his hand and held Meng Zhenzhen's hand and walked up the stairs. As they walked, Meng Zhenzhen started to explain to Dong Yiyi, fearing that she would have nothing and would not be able to have fun.

"I heard that there are 999 steps here. People who climb up cannot wear heavy makeup or vulgar clothes, otherwise they will be driven out by the monks here."

For Dong Yiyi, who doesn't exercise, these stairs have caused a lot of pressure.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, he began to pant and had to rely on Meng Zhenzhen for support.

"Cousin, you have to exercise. Otherwise, you will be tired all the time. It will be bad for your health and will also affect your offspring."

Dong Yiyi stood up quickly, looked at the remaining steps in front of her, and made another effort.

"I can hold on, let's go."

As expected, for people in ancient times, the most important things were innocence and offspring, not to mention that it was a large family that valued these even more.

It took a long time to climb up after walking and stopping. Meng Zhenzhen looked around as if nothing had happened. The place was indeed very popular, and there were many noble ladies praying here.

A young monk walked up to the two of them, clasped his hands together, and asked softly, "Do you plan to rest here, or stay overnight, draw lots, or worship Buddha?"

Meng Zhenzhen returned the greeting by clasping his hands together.

"Young Master, my two sisters came here to seek a marriage and to admire the maple leaves in the temple. I wonder if there are any vacant rooms for us to stay for two days."

"Miss, you are too polite. My name is Zhen Yuan. Master has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me."

Meng Zhenzhen and Dong Yiyi looked at each other. Could it be that the master chef knew they were coming here in advance?

With doubts in her mind, Meng Zhenzhen became even more curious about Zhen Yuan's master.

When they entered a room, they saw a chubby monk sitting on a cushion. He was spinning Buddhist beads in his hands and mumbling something, probably some Buddhist scriptures.

Zhenyuan walked to the front and bowed to the old monk, "Master, the two donors have arrived."

Yuan Yi opened his eyes and looked at Meng Zhenzhen the first thing he did, revealing an unfathomable smile, "You're finally here."

Meng Zhenzhen walked over to the futon next to her and sat down, then asked her question directly, "You knew I would come here, were you waiting for me?"

Yuan Yi just smiled and said nothing, "Today I will make an exception and interpret the fortune for the two donors. Donor Dong, please go first."

Dong Yiyi didn't expect that the old monk knew her. She tentatively took the fortune pot, shook it a few times, and a fortune fell out.

The old monk reached out and picked it up. "It's a very good fortune. Your marriage destiny has not arrived yet. Don't worry. You have already passed a disaster in your life. Whether you can live well depends on yourself. Sometimes, if you change your position and think about it, your destiny will be completely different."

Dong Yiyi took the lottery ticket and understood what was written on it: Lin Xiang was her doom.

Tears suddenly flowed out, it turns out that there really is such a thing as fate.

Meng Zhenzhen asked someone to help her cousin out, closed the door, and began to interpret the lots.

Looking at the signature document she came out with, he was stunned.

The dragon and the phoenix accompany each other for three lives. The love between the two in three lives has been repaid. We are destined to meet each other in this life, but I hope you cherish it and don’t look back.

"Master Yuanyi, what does this mean?"

Yuan Yi did not reply directly, "Donor, I have been waiting for you here for one hundred and twenty years, and finally I am back.

Today and tomorrow seem like mourning, but after searching for a long time, I finally found the reason. The cycle of cause and effect has brought you here, and I look for the old master according to his fate.

I hope the girl will be kindhearted, uphold justice, and unite the four countries."

Meng Zhenzhen's face turned cold. She knew that Master Yuan Yi had guessed her identity, which was her biggest secret.

"Master Yuanyi, you know my identity, but I still don't understand why I came here."

Yuan Yi handed her the Buddhist beads in his hand and said, "Donor, this was given to me by my master when I entered Buddhism. Today I give it to you.

Don't pursue the truth of why you came here too much, everything is destined, I have waited here for too long, it's time to leave."

Meng Zhenzhen watched helplessly as a person sat down in front of her, and a bead appeared above his head. She felt something unusual happening in the space. Could it be that this bead was part of her space?

With this doubt, I reached out and took off the bead. It was crystal clear and I seemed to be able to see a shape inside.

It looked like a phoenix but not like a phoenix, and a bit like a black bird. She didn't dare to think too much about it. She put the bead into the space and went out directly.

Meng Zhenzhen went out and didn't see her cousin. After asking Moli, she found out that she was tired from crying and fell asleep.

After having a vegetarian meal in the temple, before she could take a nap, she received the news that Master Yuanyi had passed away.

Meng Zhenzhen thought about the situation at noon. Could it be that he had passed away at that time? If so, she had taken his relics, and now she had no chance to return them.

In the afternoon, Meng Zhenzhen and Dong Yiyi stayed in the Buddhist temple for the whole afternoon, fulfilling their final fate with Master Yuanyi.