I saw that the person coming turned out to be Wei Zhilin.
Han Chanjuan was a little at a loss, so she hurriedly rushed forward and stammered: "House...Master of the Courtyard...you...you...why are you here?"
Wei Zhilin smiled and said: "As the head of the academy, can't I come to see my disciples?"
Han Chanjuan's pretty face turned red and she hurriedly asked Wei Zhilin to sit in the living room and ordered the servants to serve tea.
Wei Zhilin waved his hand, looked at the stone table and bench under the pear tree in the courtyard and said, "No need to be busy, I think this place is very good."
Under the setting sun, in the huge courtyard, there are pavilions and flowing water, crabapples and bananas, and pear blossoms like fresh snow on the branches are in full bloom on the trees. The breeze blows, and the white petals fall with the wind, as if heavy snow has fallen.
"Girl, you've been coming to Zhixingyuan for so long. Are you used to living in Luoyang City? It's no better than Xiliang. The sky is high and the air is refreshing... By the way, no one bullies you, right?"
Wei Zhilin sat under the tree, with white petals falling on his shoulders. He spoke in a gentle tone and looked at Han Chanjuan kindly with a smile.
"It's very good. Thank you, Mr. Dean, for your concern!"
Han Chanjuan smiled sweetly and replied respectfully.
"Well...you are such a clever girl. That brat He An has been in danger several times, and it's all thanks to you!"
Wei Zhilin stroked his three long beards and chuckled.
A word that touches the heart.
Han Chanjuan seemed to have remembered something. She raised her pretty face and said to Wei Zhilin in an almost pleading tone: "Master of the hospital...can you not let He An join the army and fight on the front line?"
"Oh...why?"
Wei Zhilin seemed to be smiling but not smiling, which made Han Chanjuan feel a little embarrassed.
"Click... click..."
The driver not far away was cutting grass without raising his head, turning a blind eye to Wei Zhilin's arrival.
"Okay...girl, go back to your room and review your homework first. I want to talk to him."
Wei Zhilin said as he looked at the driver in the distance and stood up slowly.
"oh!"
Han Chanjuan nodded obediently and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the head of the hospital was very amiable, for some reason, Han Chanjuan still felt a little frightened in front of him. When the head of the house looked over, the secrets hidden in his heart seemed to be seen through at a glance. His eyes seemed to have insight. The magic of it all.
"The president of the hospital actually wants to chat with that old man, the coachman. The old man is like a stuffy gourd every day and doesn't talk easily. What's the point of talking to him?"
Han Chanjuan thought to herself, obediently returned to the study, picked up the textbook on the table, and looked through it casually, beginning to hope that Aunt Xue would come back soon...
The coachman was still cutting grass with his head down. He was wearing an extremely ordinary coarse cloth shirt, and his hair tied back with a hemp rope.
Facing Wei Zhilin who was walking slowly, he remained indifferent and still didn't even raise his head.
The clicking sound sounded like a rhythm.
The driver held a guillotine in one hand and handed a bundle of grass in the other. With skillful movements, the green and tender grass was cut finely and neatly by the guillotine.
Wei Zhilin slowly approached and silently watched the coachman cutting grass. After a long while, he spoke out: "I hide in the court and hide in the wild. Unexpectedly, Sect Master Mo, who was famous all over the world, actually lives here in seclusion!"
The coachman's hand holding the guillotine paused for a moment, then he continued to move, and uttered a few words coldly: "Wrong person!"
Wei Zhilin was not angry either. He stroked his three strands of long beard and said calmly: "Sect Master Mo refuses to recognize me. Is there something unspeakable?"
The driver raised his head, revealing a thin face, his eyes as sharp as knives, he looked at Wei Zhilin and said, "Has the Chief Wei already known that I am here?"
"Since that day when you fought with Xin Wuming and saved He An and Chanjuan, I have been to the scene. The vitality of Xuantian Jue has not dissipated yet, so I guessed that it was you... After all, Xuantian Jue belongs to your Xuantian Sect. The secret that is not told!”
Wei Zhilin said calmly.
"The Xuantian Sect has been destroyed, Mo Qianshan is dead... Chief Wei has admitted the wrong person... Please come back!"
After the driver finished cutting the hay, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, and reached out to pick off a straw stick stuck to the hair on his forehead.
"If you have any unspeakable secrets, Sect Master Mo, please tell me directly. If you need help from Wei, never refuse!"
Wei Zhilin took a step forward, cupped his hands and said.
The coachman said calmly: "No need!"
Seeing that he refused to say anything, Wei Zhilin stopped asking. He pondered for a moment and sighed: "You don't tell lies in front of a real person. When Wei met Sect Leader Mo today, he asked for something!"
"speak!"
The driver's face was expressionless as he uttered one word.
Wei Zhilin told the story about Fang Yi's body being filled with "Scorching Yang True Qi", and the meridians in half of his body were eroded, and Zhixing Academy searched for famous doctors but could not cure it. He handed over his hand again and said: "I have heard for a long time that Master Mo's Xuantian Jue can conquer the world. The evil power can be refined into the body of the injured and become invisible. Wei dared to ask Sect Master Mo to save my disciple. Everyone in Zhixing Academy will remember the sect master's great kindness!"
"His life and death have nothing to do with me!"
The coachman let out a cold snort, put aside these words, and turned around to leave.
"Pedant!"
Han Chanjuan's clear voice sounded. She crossed her waist, her face was red, and she walked angrily to the coachman and said: "Teacher Fang, whom He An respects the most, is in danger now, and you...you don't save me, okay? From today on, I won’t eat, sleep, or ride in your carriage when I go out, so don’t control me anymore!”
The coachman looked ugly and said in a cold voice: "Miss, don't follow this nonsense!"
"I'm going to mess around!"
Han Chanjuan pouted and folded her arms angrily.
The driver frowned, turned around helplessly, and said to Wei Zhilin: "Healing is not a bad idea, but use the Xuantian Jue to completely refine the Zhiyang Zhenqi, or guide the Zhiyang Zhenqi into the Danji, and align it with the injured person's Zhenqi Fusion, it consumes a lot of energy!"
He seemed a little unaccustomed to saying so many words at once, so he paused and said: "I have a condition. If President Wei agrees, I will give it a try at the cost of possibly losing my life. As for you, Whether your disciple can recover depends on his luck!"
Wei Zhilin bowed his head and said, "Thank you very much, Sect Master Mo, for your righteousness. No matter what the conditions are, as long as it doesn't matter, Wei will agree to it!"
The coachman said: "Help me find out the whereabouts of a person. Once this matter is over, we don't owe each other anything!"
Wei Zhilin said: "I wonder who Sect Leader Mo is looking for?"
The driver said: "Xue Qingyi!"
Wei Zhilin suddenly changed his expression: "The front beam is dedicated to Xue Qingyi?
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A full moon hung in the night sky, illuminating the lights of thousands of houses in Luoyang City and the dancing shadows of the trees in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Ding Wenruo stood under the tree, with two lines of clear tears hanging on his beautiful face.
The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
The girl couldn't let go of the boy in her heart.
A violent coughing sound came from the room, which was particularly loud in this silent night. Ding Wenruo looked at the silhouette of lights on the window lattice and let out a long sigh.
Putting aside the annoying figure in his mind, Ding Wenruo walked quickly to the pharmacy in the back hall...
Under the light, Ding Feiyong looked at his emaciated father on the hospital bed, feeling extremely heavy.
Yesterday, after Cheng Ziya of Zhixing Hospital checked his father's pulse, he worriedly told himself that his Ziwei Qi had no effect on his father's condition...
Ding Feiyong frowned. He couldn't figure out why this ordinary tuberculosis was so difficult to treat.
The door was gently pushed open, and Ding Wenruo walked in with a bowl of fried medicine.
Since this month, grandpa's health has been getting worse day by day, and his father has worked hard day and night. Ding Wenruo sees this and often sheds tears secretly.
The grandfather she loved most was terminally ill, but she could not do anything to help. Wen Ruo blamed herself, but every time the imperial doctor Hua Zhong prepared medicine, she would decoct it and feed it, doing it herself, hoping to relieve her grandfather's pain.
Ding Wenruo held the medicine bowl, carefully stirred the spoon, blew on the medicine to cool it, and gently brought it to his grandfather's lips.
Ding Fengyuan's lips trembled as he took a difficult sip and coughed violently...
Ding Feiyong gently patted his father's back and wiped the medicine stains on his beard.
Ding Fengyuan waved his hand, tried to hold himself up, and looked at the well-behaved Wen Ruo with loving eyes.
"Unknowingly...our family...Ruo'er has grown up...a big girl!...Ahem...the He An you...often talk about...invite him over tomorrow...Grandpa Help you check..."
At this point, he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and coughed again.
Ding Wenruo blushed with embarrassment and said coquettishly: "Grandpa..."
Ding Fengyuan stopped coughing, smiled, panted and took a few more sips of medicine, but he drank too much because he didn't want to, and he choked and coughed loudly...
"Father……"
Ding Feiyong took the medicine bowl from Wen Ruo's hand, sat beside the couch worriedly, and continued to pat his father's back.
Ding Fengyuan finally finished the medicine and sent Ding Wenruo and the servants out.
"Yong'er, I have...not much time left..."
After another bout of violent coughing, he struggled to lift the quilt off his body and lift up his trousers. He saw that his calves were densely covered with scarlet dots, which looked shocking.
"When the late emperor passed away... he had the same symptoms as me... there is something fishy about this!"
Ding Fengyuan said as he turned over and sat up, holding Ding Feiyong's hand with such strength that Ding Feiyong was secretly shocked.
"Father……"
Although it was April and the night wind was getting warmer, Ding Feiyong felt a chill down his spine.
He looked up and saw that his father's face was flushed, he was in high spirits, and his eyes were shining, which was clearly a sign of returning to his former glory, and he thought something bad in his heart.
"No matter what happens in the future... you must... be patient... Now there is no news about Li Xingzhi for many months... He is thoughtful... and has excellent martial arts... No one in this world can threaten him... unless... He's in big trouble!"
Ding Fengyuan's chest rose and fell rapidly. He held Ding Feiyong's hand and gasped: "This world... is becoming more and more opaque... You... remember!... From now on, don't trust anyone except Zhixingyuan... Remember!... ...Only Zhixingyuan..."
"Father……"
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"Boom——"
A spring thunder suddenly exploded.
The night sky was silent, and the wind and rain were blowing heavily.
Many people were awakened from their sleep. The heavy rain in Luoyang City came too suddenly.
It is said that spring rain is as precious as oil, but the heavy downpour, accompanied by lightning and thunder, makes people feel that the weather is too abnormal in this Grain Rain season...
