Minggu Wangjia Village

The matter of the military master coming to the village to look for people dispersed quickly, and within a few days, the villagers had returned to their original peaceful life. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info is not painful or sick, who will care about the smell of the figure. And who thinks about Du Yu, except for Xiaoyu and others who have listened to the class for a few days, who else will there be? After all, it's far away from me.

Maybe many people will find out after a while that the old doctor and Du Yu have never come back since they entered the back mountain.

In the miracle doctor at the head of the village, only Wang and the same person were left slowly, going up the back mountain alone, and coming back alone to concoct according to the method taught by the master, or according to the method written in the book.

A person can also get better slowly.

But Wang Tong still couldn't understand why the master abandoned him and took Du Yu away? Can't you take him with you? It smelled like a father to him, although he only instructed him in some medical skills, but it ended his life of wandering alone among hundreds of families, full of hungry meals.

But the master left suddenly, and he was easily entrusted to Brother Azhi. Although Brother Azhi is a reliable person, he still wants to follow his master.

Brother Azhi said that if there is fate, we will meet. Father Qin said that the divine doctor had stayed for himself for a little longer, and he had repaid the debt.

He didn't understand it at all.

Yao Mingzhi hasn't changed at all, what should he do. He also conscientiously served as the master of the village. At the beginning, he asked Du Yu to be his master, but he was only angry, her contemptuous attitude towards Wu Lao, although she was telling the truth, but the truth was always a slap in the face; There is also that he wants to know who Du Yu is, Du Zhen's foundation is too deep, it is very rare to be recognized by the divine doctor just by being able to smell it, and his own knowledge is very good, do ordinary rich and noble families dare to teach their daughters like this? Maybe only a woman from a family can do this, and all she lacks is experience.

The letter of worship from the Li Shan Academy given to him by the divine doctor rekindled his hopes. What he had to admit was that Wu Lao really failed to protect him, so he was broken and came back in embarrassment. If he hadn't met the miracle doctor, he might have been a teacher for the rest of his life, and he died depressed and fulfilled those people's wishes. He decided to wait for the injury to heal, then go to Lishan Academy, and take Wang Tong with him, and the divine doctor is also willing to go out with Wang Tong, so he left that sentence to meet again.

Thinking about this, Yao Mingzhi's eyes turned to the window, and his eyes involuntarily followed Aunt Yao, in fact, he already knew that she was not his biological mother, but he really regarded her as his mother, and thanked her for her protection over the years. Although he was young at the time, he could still remember some things, and those people suppressed him, maybe it had something to do with it. But he won't ask. If she doesn't say, he doesn't ask.

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Capital

Cen Yi stood with his hands in his hands, and behind him stood a dark guard.

"Zhongquan, are you back?" Cen Yi asked in a deep voice.

"The sixth master was already on the road five days ago."

"Changting, do you think I did something wrong?" Cen Yi asked a little sadly.

Chang Ting looked at Cen Yi's back with some surprise, the hurdle in Grandpa Guo's heart still hadn't passed, and he always had an indescribable feeling for the sixth master.

Chang Ting didn't know how to answer for a while, thought about it, and said respectfully: "Grandpa Guo is also for the good of the sixth master." ”

"Right or wrong, it's a fact that has come to pass." Cen Yi sighed slightly, suppressed the feelings in his heart, and stopped thinking about it, but one hand clenched unconsciously.

Chang Ting moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and retreated.