The lights were dark and the moonlight was shining, and I looked up at him with misty eyes.

Looking at Xiao Ning's bewildered face in the middle of nowhere, he was suddenly speechless.

The days in the mountains of the Lost Valley are neither long nor short, and Mr. Mu's bookshelf is mostly his codex, and there are only a few irrelevant books.

But one of them is a wild history of the previous dynasty, and I don't know when it was mixed into that pile of books.

I once wrote to ask Mr. Mu, and he said in amazement: "Many years ago, I had a friend who came to live here, and he left it. “

The emperor of the previous dynasty, according to the legend, only loved one person, he was supposed to spend the moon before the moon to chant poems and paint and live a leisurely life as a literati, but he was pushed to the throne of the Ninety-Five.

His life was bleak.

Those in power are most afraid of touching their true feelings, and love words have never been a bargaining chip on the road to power.

Mr. Mu once said to me: "I was born in the emperor's family." ”

A typo, full of regret and melancholy.

Now, the young man in front of me may be the first master of the world.

The typo was like a meteor streaked across the night sky in front of me, leaving a shallow mark.

Thinking about it so far, I can't laugh, my heart is heavy, and I don't know what I should say to Xiao Ning next.

After being silent for a long time, I finally bowed my head and said, "Xiao Ning, it's late at night, I want to go back, and you should go back to the palace too." ”

He nodded and said, "Xiao Ling'er, you have to think about what I said to you earlier. ”

I looked up at him and said, "I want to think about it, you have given me too much shocking news tonight, I need to digest it." ”

Xiao Ning smiled slightly: "The current situation is actually much better than my previous situation, I know you will have concerns, but since I dare to bring it up with you, I am not without countermeasures." ”

I sighed and said, "Being in the palace, hearing and seeing, there can be a few simple people, even if you are reluctant, you will probably become similar to them step by step." “

Xiao Ning was stunned. His eyes stared at me and said, "Don't think too much, promise me, I will deal with the troublesome things, the only thing you have to think about is your heart." "Just do what you want."

Conscience?

I tried my best to ease my tense expression, barely showed a wry smile, and looked at him without speaking.

"It's time to go." I paused.

"I'll have the guards take you to the alley." Xiao Ning sat up straight and called out of the car.

The carriage started slowly, and he and I took one end of the same end as usual without speaking. I looked out the window. The eyes stayed on the street outside the window.

Xiao Ning, he looked at me.

The rare moment when the eyes met. It was the guards who parked the carriage at the mouth of the alley.

I jumped out of the car and pushed open the door of the small courtyard, and I could hear the distant wheels of Xiao Ning's carriage at the mouth of the alley.

The wooden door was closed heavily, and it was tightly closed. I shuffled my tired steps into the courtyard and walked straight into the house.

No matter how tired you are, you also need to remove the camouflage on your face first.

The moonlight was just right, so I poured water through the moonlight to wash off the medicinal juice applied to my face.

With a little movement, I gently wiped the medicinal juice away, and my own face was revealed.

For this face, the people in the store talked about me a lot, black, yellow, black and yellow, and it was unsightly to look at, which was the original words of the steward who hated me.

That's where I come to mind. It's kind of funny.

Then he took off the voluminous men's clothes and the close-fitting corset.

The strip of cloth wrapped around my body slowly unfolded, and my mind was still focused on the conversation on the carriage just now, and the movements of my hands inevitably slowed down.

The wind blew through the small trees in the courtyard, and the sound of the rope was heard. I didn't care, but the next second, I was suddenly stunned, and at that moment just now, it seemed that there was some noise in the room.

My heart tightened, and I hurriedly stopped what I was doing and listened intently, only the sound of the wind outside the window mixed with the sound of leaves blowing.

I lit the lamp and swept my eyes around the room, as usual.

When did I become suspicious, but I really stayed alone for a long time, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

I smiled to myself, it was clearly an illusion just now.

Think about it from another angle, how can a thief like me, who is poor and white and has just arrived in Yingtian, come to patronize my home?

Look at the simple narrow wooden bed in this room, apart from the half-worn desk and a few chairs, and a little old furniture left behind by the owner of the room lent to me, what is worth the thief's adventure.

Ying Tian is at the foot of the imperial city, a peaceful day.

Changing into women's clothes, I sat down at my desk under the lamp, took out a codex of Mr. Mu from my baggage and flipped through it.

The last time I saw the exquisite pain-relieving prescription at the pharmacy, I actually copied two copies, one for Xiao Ning, and the other for myself, and sandwiched it between the pages.

I have never questioned Mr. Mu's medical skills, and if the relics he left behind were seen by Dr. Chen and others, I am afraid that they would be ecstatic.

But there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky, and the prescription brought by the alien man made me realize the vastness and profundity of medicine.

For the rest of my life, I may be able to return to a place like Lost Valley to heal the local mountain people and benefit my neighbors.

There is no shortage of good doctors in Yingtian City, one more is not more, and one less is not less.

After reading a few pages under the lamp, the surging emotions during the day calmed down in the prescriptions written by Mr. Mu himself.

Mr. Mu's handwriting was a bit sloppy, and I needed to read it carefully.

I took out a stack of codexes, and now I see that I have only read half of them.

Tiredness gradually hit, I habitually found a written recipe on the table as a bookmark and sandwiched it in the place I just saw, I don't like to fold the pages, this habit has deepened since Mr. Mu left.

My hand touched the small wooden box containing some miscellaneous items, which I had brought out of Lost Valley.

Inside are some hairpins and hair accessories used by girls.

I haven't had much of a chance to use these things since I arrived in Yingtian.

Fingertips swept over the few things, stopping at one of the sparkling jade pendants.

According to Mr. Mu, the jade pendant was carried with me, and when he rescued me from the river, my neck was also injured, and he relieved the jade pendant for me in order to facilitate the medicine.

This jade pendant is exquisitely carved, and the pattern on it is engraved with a phoenix bird dancing among the auspicious clouds.

I couldn't help but think of the huge palace in Yingtian City, the palace where Xiao Ning was, I don't know if the woman locked up there also thought that she could break free from the cage and fly out like a phoenix bird.

Close the wooden box. I organized the books on my desk, intending to pile them up and put them on the shelves.

The shelves were no smaller than those in Lost Valley, and the only ones on them were the booklets I had brought, and they looked a little empty.

There was a sudden noise outside the window, accompanied by a cat's meow, and the yard seemed to be kicked over a flower pot.

I was startled, and before the booklet was stable on the wooden shelf, it slid down my arm and scattered on the floor.

I crouched down to pick it up, thankfully with a marker. See the fourth of them. I picked up the booklet. I took the codex marked with the number four mark under the lamp and looked at it carefully, and the prescription that had been used as a bookmark fell out of the book, and I had to find the place I had just read and put it back in.

Unprecedented. I flipped through the pages from behind the page, and with a fixed look in my eyes, I quickly held the book up to the lamp and looked at it carefully.

I didn't even realize that the last few pages of the booklet I had in my hand that I didn't have time to see actually appeared in the handwriting of another person.

The reason why I immediately judged that it was someone else was because the handwriting was completely different from Mr. Mu's scribbled font.

This small block font is ethereal, elegant, and handsome, and it actually has a familiar feeling in my eyes.

Where have I seen this word?

After reading a few lines in a row, my focus was drawn to another thing. The traces left by the owner of the font are additions to the prescriptions recorded by Mr. Mu, and incidentally write down what he thinks is a better alternative.

Through these two completely different words, it is like two doctors appearing in front of me at the same time, each with their own understanding and application of medicinal herbs, as if they are discussing and pondering.

My eyes lit up. I couldn't help but finish reading the last few pages of this one, and by the way, I opened every booklet I would bring.

Of course, there were none of the ones I had flipped through, and I was pleased to find that the last few pages of the remaining booklets had this font.

Closing the page, I was still immersed in what I had just discovered, and a doctor as good as Mr. Mu was not just of any other race.

It is very precious to be able to see a scene that is on a par with Mr. Mu, even on the page, after all, Mr. Mu has passed away.

Thinking of this, the happy feeling in his chest just now sank suddenly.

The person who wrote these words, his age?

If he was older than Mr. Mu, then maybe it would have been a blink of an eye, and I frowned and couldn't be happy

After tidying up, I blew out the lights and lay down on the bed.

For many days I would fall asleep next to my pillow, but tonight I slept very unsteadily, unsteadily, dreaming after dreaming.

First, I dreamed that I was riding a boat in the middle of the river, and a small boat was bumped on the huge waves, and there was a lot of danger.

Then I dreamed that I was drinking in a restaurant, but the wine in front of me was taken away one after another.

The latter dream was very ridiculous, I turned into a man and led the army to fight, but I was surrounded by the enemy and cornered into a valley.

In my last dream, I returned to the Valley of the Lost Trail, still riding my small boat, through the winding and complicated waterways, and when I looked up, I saw the rhombus characters carved into the stone wall in the cave.

In the small courtyard where I lived, the big tree was still flourishing, and the line on the tree was taller.

"Xiao Ling'er, wait for me to come back-Xiao Chu."

The words that fell from the pen were clear and handsome, and they all said that the words were like their people

My heart trembled, I suddenly woke up, and I opened my eyes in the dark.

Words are like people, words are like people!

I remember!

The handwriting on the codex and the handwriting on the tree and in the cave were actually written by the same person.

- Xiao Chu, it's Xiao Chu!!