Wenhui 3

Yujing City is huge.

Sun Tuozi's courtyard is very small.

The literary world is very lively, but his small courtyard is quiet.

He has lived quietly in this bustling capital for many years.

Naturally, there have been many Mid-Autumn Festivals.

Such a rainy mid-autumn night is actually quite rare in my memory, especially when I lived in Yunji Bieye in those years.

Maybe it was a different mood at that time.

Even if it is raining, I feel that the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival is still hanging in the night sky.

Sun Tuozi sat under the eaves.

Looking at the water drops falling from the eaves like a bead curtain, and looking at the fine rain outside the bead curtain.

He held a jug of wine in his hand.

Wine is the painting screen spring.

The third lady asked someone to deliver it today.

The third lady said that she would go to Yunji Bieye to live for a long time...until she could no longer live.

The third lady also said that she hoped that he would go to Yunji Bieye too, not to treat her illness, but because Yunji Bieye was very big, but there were too few people. She hoped that the last days would be more lively.

Sun Tuozi took a sip of the wine and grinned. The third lady really grew up, and she can say things like this——

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 old man like himself really went... that would be called ignorance!

What's more, I can't go there for the time being.

He looked at the dark night sky, thinking that it was almost the end of the Xu Dynasty, and the literary meeting in the literary world should have begun.

This wine is very good.

But can't drink any more.

It's a mistake to drink too much.

So, he finally took a big sip, got up, and put the wine jar on the herb cabinet in the left wing.

Holding the lantern in his hand, he carefully looked at this simple house that had been lived in for several years. There were not many things, but they were all neatly placed.

This is not his doing.

This is Xiao Wu's posing.

What Xiao Wu meant was that it was tidy and tidy, not only did it look better, but the herbs were also easier to find.

Thinking of Xiao Wu, a gratified smile appeared on his face.

Although the child is deaf-mute, he is extremely intelligent and self-disciplined.

With my own medical skills, I have nothing more to teach him.

It is a successor.

It can be regarded as living up to the person who entrusted Xiaowu to him back then.

This idea seems to be a bit wrong, this child Xiao Wu... this child has the biggest problem.

His heart is too kind!

He doesn't kill people.

Only save people.

He didn't ask about his identity when saving people, and he really engraved the words of the doctor's parents in his heart.

I am 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, it is of course excellent.

Although the road is narrower, it is still flat after all.

With this skill, you can live comfortably for a lifetime.

As for whether he will take another road... Of course it is best not to, because that road is full of thorns and it is too hard!

Sun Tuozi let out a long sigh of relief, and didn't think about Xiao Wu's future anymore.

In this life, I have lived a complete life. The only regret is that I can't cure Miss San's illness.

This can no longer be solved by medicine.

It's fate.

But do your best and obey the destiny, tonight, I will go to the Zhenbao Pavilion of the Imperial Palace.

It's best to come back.

If you can't come back...

He took down two scimitars from the wall, pinned them to his waist, and walked out with a lamp in his hand.

Hanging the lamp in front of the door, took a deep breath of the faint medicinal fragrance wafting in the yard, and then looked at the mad wind lamp, but still blew out the lamp.

Because Xiao Wu will not come back tonight.

He walked into the rain at night.

Swallowed by the thick night like ink.

Um,

If you can't come back, you will have no regrets in this life!

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Next to the literary arena is Wenchang Temple.

There is an old temple in Wenchang Temple.

The white-haired old temple burned a stick of incense, made three respectful bows, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner in front of the statue of Emperor Wenchang.

He looked up at the appearance of Emperor Wenchang in the dim light, and turned around after a while.

Standing behind him was a person—Changsun Jinghong.

He looked at Changsun Jinghong, stepped up, passed Changsun Jinghong shoulder to shoulder, and said a word

"This is the Wenchang Temple, not the Temple of Three Treasures. Don't ask the Zajia about the past. The Zajia doesn't know anything!"

His voice was a little sharp.

He used the word miscellaneous.

So, he is an elderly eunuch!

He had just stepped over the threshold of Wenchang Temple with his left foot when Changsun Jinghong suddenly said, "Wei San, you are not from Ning!"

This old man named Wei San didn't step forward with his right foot.

But there was no turning back either.

He looked at Ye Yu outside, and said after a while, "It seems that you really put in some effort."

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the time is not bad, you can kill the miscellaneous family."

The corners of Chang Sun Jinghong's mouth twitched slightly

"You are already very old. It doesn't matter whether you are killed or not. You won't live long."

"You are from Vietnam!"

Changsun Jinghong didn't draw his sword, but walked outside the door and looked at Ye Yu as well.

"But you, have lived in Yongguo for twelve years!"

"At that time you didn't purify yourself, you were still a teenager!"

"There is a yamen in the State of Yue, it's called the Privy Council. And you were the leader of the Seventh Group of the Second Court of the Privy Council at that time!"

Changsun Jinghong turned around slowly and looked at Wei San.

Wei San's old face was indifferent.

It seems that what Changsun Jinghong said at this moment has nothing to do with him.

"Your life is very exciting, I'm afraid I can't finish it in three days and three nights."

"I came here to look for you tonight, not to kill you, nor to arrest you, nor to threaten you."

Changsun Jinghong looked at the literary world not far away, and pointed, "Over there, the literary fair may have already begun."

"What I want to ask you is... that child, does he have a token? Or, does he have a recognizable birthmark?"

When Changsun Jinghong asked this sentence, Wei San seemed to be taken aback.

He raised his head, frowned, and looked at Changsun Jinghong.

After a while, he replied "No!"

"If not, then if the child encounters danger, the old man will not rescue him!"

Wei San bowed his head, stepped his right foot over the threshold, walked along the eaves to a small wooden house where he lived not far away, and threw a word to Changsun Jinghong

"If you don't save him, let him die!"

Changsun Jinghong stood on the spot and looked at Wei San's back until the back disappeared around the corner of the wall.

He took a deep breath, looked at the night sky in a daze for a while, then suddenly grinned, then walked into the rain with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the literary world next door.

Queen Lu's child is indeed still alive!

This is enough!

When he entered the literary world, what he saw was a dark crowd.

How many years have you been to this place?

There are so many people in this essay meeting!

Perhaps it was because they also wanted to see how Li Chenan could perform.

He squeezed in, ignoring the curses from the squeezed teenagers coming from the left and right.

He squeezed to the front, just in time to see Li Chenan writing on the paper.

A woman's voice came

"Sister, tell me...he wrote this without even thinking about it, is it, is it too hasty?"

"Where does sister know? After he finishes reading and reading, he will see for himself!"