Jade City is very big.
Sun Tuozi's courtyard is very small.
The literary world was very lively, but his small courtyard was quiet.
He spent many years quietly in this prosperous Kyoto.
Naturally, there have been many Mid-Autumn Festivals.
Rainy Mid-Autumn nights like this are actually quite rare in my memory, especially when I lived in Yunjibieye in those years.
Maybe my mood was different at that time.
Even if it rains, I still feel that the Mid-Autumn Festival moon is still hanging in the night sky.
Sun Tuozi sat under the eaves.
Looking at the water drops falling like bead curtains on the eaves, I also looked at the thin raindrops outside the bead curtains.
He was holding a jar of wine in his hand.
Wine is the picture of spring.
The third lady asked her servant to deliver it today.
The third lady said that she would go to Yunji Bieye and stay there forever... until she could no longer live there.
The third lady also said that she hoped that he would also go to Yunjibieye, not to treat her again, but just because Yunjibieye was very big, but there were too few people. She hoped that these last days would be more lively.
Sun Tuozi took a sip of wine and grinned. The third lady has really grown up, and she can even say such things in such a scene——
The third lady likes to be clean.
She must hope that she can be with Li Chenan quietly in the days to come.
If this bad old man like me really goes there...that would be called being ignorant!
What's more, I can't go for the time being.
He looked at the dark night sky, thinking that it was almost the end of the afternoon, and the literary meeting in the literary world should have begun.
The wine was very good.
But no more.
Drinking too much made things worse.
So, he took a final sip, stood up, and placed the wine jar on the herb cabinet in the left wing.
Holding a lantern, he looked carefully at this simple house where he had lived for several years. There were not many things, but they were all neatly arranged.
He didn't do this.
This was Xiao Wu's arrogance.
What Xiao Wu meant was that it would not only look better if it was neat and tidy, but the herbs would also be easier to find.
Thinking of Xiao Wu, a relieved smile appeared on his face.
Although this child is deaf and mute, he is extremely smart and extremely self-disciplined.
There was nothing more he could teach him about his medical skills.
There is a successor.
It can be regarded as living up to the person who entrusted Xiao Wu to him.
This idea seems a bit wrong. This child Xiao Wu... This child has the biggest problem.
He is so kind-hearted!
He doesn't kill.
Just save people.
He saves people without asking about his identity, and he really keeps the words of a doctor’s parents in his heart.
He is old, but Xiao Wu is still young, and he still has a long way to go.
And the path he wants to take...if it is like this, of course it would be great.
Although the road is a little narrower, it is still flat after all.
With this skill, you can live a lifetime of food and clothing.
As for whether he will take another road... of course it is best not to, because that road is full of thorns and too hard!
Sun Tuozi breathed a long sigh of relief and stopped thinking about Xiao Wu's future.
In this life, he has lived a complete life. His only regret is that he cannot cure Miss San's illness.
This cannot be solved by medical skills.
This is controlled by fate.
But do your best and listen to fate. Tonight, go to the Treasure Pavilion in the palace for a walk.
It would be best to come back.
If I can't come back...
He took off two scimitars from the wall, put them on his waist, and walked out with the lamp in hand.
He hung the lantern in front of the door, took a deep breath of the faint scent of medicine floating in the yard, looked at the irritating wind lantern, and blew it out.
Because Xiao Wu will not come back tonight.
He stepped into the night rain.
Swallowed by the night as thick as ink.
Um,
If you can't come back, you will have no regrets in this life!
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Next to the Literary Forum is Wenchang Temple.
There is an old temple in Wenchang Temple.
The white-haired old temple man burned a stick of incense and bowed respectfully three times before placing the incense in the incense burner in front of the statue of Emperor Wenchang.
He looked up at Emperor Wenchang's appearance in the dim light, and turned around after a moment.
There was a person standing behind him—Chang Sun Jinghong.
He looked at Changsun Jinghong, stepped up, passed by Changsun Jinghong, and said:
"This is Wenchang Temple, not the Three Treasures Hall. Don't ask about the Zajia's past. The Zajia don't know anything!"
His voice was a little sharp.
He used the word "miscellaneous family".
So, he is an old eunuch!
As soon as his left foot stepped out of the threshold of Wenchang Temple, Changsun Jinghong suddenly said: "Wei San, you are not a Ningren!"
The old man named Wei San did not move his right foot forward.
But there was no looking back.
He looked at the night rain outside and said after a moment: "It seems that you have indeed put in some effort."
"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the time is not bad. You can kill the Zajia family."
The corners of Changsun Jinghong's mouth curled up slightly:
"You are already very old. It doesn't matter whether I kill you or not. You won't live much longer."
"You are from Yue!"
Changsun Jinghong did not draw his sword, but walked outside the door and looked at Ye Yu.
"But you have lived in Yong Country for twelve years!"
"You were not clean at that time, you were still a teenager!"
"There is a government office in Yue State called the Privy Council. And you were the leader of Group 7 of the Second Chamber of the Privy Council at that time!"
Changsun Jinghong slowly turned around and looked at Wei San.
Wei San's old face looked indifferent.
It seemed that what Changsun Jinghong said at this moment had nothing to do with him.
"Your life is very exciting, I'm afraid I can't tell it all in three days and three nights."
"I came here to find you tonight, not to kill you, nor to arrest you, nor to threaten you."
Changsun Jinghong looked at the literary forum not far next door and pointed, "I'm afraid the literary meeting over there has already started."
"What I want to ask you is... does that child have a token? Or does it have an identifiable birthmark?"
When Changsun Jinghong asked this question, Wei San seemed to be surprised.
He raised his head, frowned, and looked at Changsun Jinghong.
After a while, he replied: "No!"
"If not, then if the child is in danger, I will not come to rescue him!"
Wei San lowered his head, stepped out of the threshold with his right foot, walked along the eaves to a small wooden house where he lived not far away, and said to Changsun Jinghong:
"If you don't save him, let him die!"
Changsun Jinghong stood there and looked at Wei San's back until the back disappeared around the corner.
He took a deep breath, looked at the night sky in a daze for a while, suddenly grinned, and then walked into the rain with his hands behind his back, heading towards the literary forum next door.
Queen Lu’s child is indeed still alive!
This is enough!
When he entered the literary world, he saw a dark crowd.
How many years have you not been to this place?
There are so many people in this literary society!
Maybe it's because they also want to see how Li Chenan can perform.
He squeezed in, not caring about the curses coming from the young people who were squeezed in from the left and right.
He squeezed to the front, just in time to see Li Chenan put pen to paper.
A woman's voice came to my ears:
"Sister, tell me... he just started writing without thinking. Is it too hasty?"
"How do you know, sister? You will find out after he finishes writing and reciting it!"
