The fallen leaves in front of the Yaoguang Hall were swept away by the autumn wind, and the dead branches shook in the cold and wet winter day, shaking the first snow in the second year of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Hu Qingchen held the stove in his hand, listened to the whirring wind outside the house, looked at Qingnu standing by the window, and asked casually: "Qingnu, what month is it today?" ”

Qingnu withdrew his gaze from the chaos outside the house, and closed the window with his hand: "Niangniang, it's the moon!" ”

Hu Qingchen let out a faint "oh", his eyes fell on the table, the incense candles in front of the spiritual seat had been withdrawn, and the citrus from Guangling was placed, adding a little color to this desertion, and showing the depression of the palace more and more. She sighed faintly and said to herself, "It's been three months. ”

In the past three months, Han Xizai came to consult every day, and Hun Qingchen's hospitality to him slowly turned from the initial resistance to the current indifference.

She thought that she would invisibly cooperate with Han Xizai's treatment, it should be because of the long-lost kindness.

Han Xizai's temperament is like an old man, if it weren't for the energetic eyes that sobered her, if it weren't for those deep and shallow vicissitudes that warned her, she would almost think that he was back.

"Lord Han, do you know...... Mo Sheng? Yesterday, on that evening when the sky was full of red clouds, she looked at Han Xizai who was cutting her pulse on the other side of the table, looked at the dark green on his cuffs, and finally couldn't help but ask him.

Han Xizai's hand holding the silver needle paused slightly, as if he was trying to recall it in his mind, and seemed to be considering the words: "Oh...... Bachelor of Hallym. What the mother said, but the former Hanlin bachelor Mo Sheng? ”

A sense of loss floated in his eyes, and he nodded lightly, and lowered his eyes.

"As an official in the palace, I naturally know each other." Han Xizai was silent and took all the silver needles back into the bag, and his voice came unintentionally, "Why did Niangniang suddenly mention him?" ”

"Oh, but because he was a distinguished guest of Situ Mansion, he just had a little old knowledge, and now he ......" Hun Qingchen thought of the past and waved his hand in time, "That's it, that's it!" ”

Han Xizai looked at the appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, and said with a kind smile: "Niangniang, do you think that Weichen's ability to look at and ask questions is somewhat similar to Mo Sheng?" ”

Xun Qingchen stared at Han Xizai, although his face pretended to be calm, his chest was fluttering.

Han Xizai arched his hand and made a slight gesture: "It's not a secret, Weichen's meager medical skills are actually from Mo Sheng's point. ”

"How is this possible?" Hu Qingchen said in surprise, "Mo Sheng, how could he accept apprentices again?" As soon as the words came out, Hu Qingchen felt speechless and added, "Lord Han's status and rank are all above Mo Sheng, how can you accept Lord Han as an apprentice?" ”

Han Xizai shook his head humbly: "With Mo Sheng's current status, he has twelve qualifications. ”

"Now?" Xun Qingchen discerned Han Xizai's tone, "Could it be ...... Did you see Mo Sheng? ”

The wrinkles in the corners of Han Xizai's eyes moved, and he smiled a little: "Seeing nature is seeing!" ”

"See?" Hu Qingchen was shocked in his heart, stood up from the crescent stool, grabbed Han Xizai's sleeve and said eagerly, "When and where did Lord Han see him?" ”

Although Han Xizai expected Hun Qingchen's shock, he never thought that she would have such a big reaction. He gently brushed away Hun Qingchen's hand, with a few touches of gentleness in his eyes, and motioned for Hun Qingchen to sit down: "This matter is a long story. ”