"Good." An Jiu commented pertinently.

Lou Xiaowu immediately smiled and bent her eyes.

After the excitement, tiredness hit, Lou Xiaowu rubbed her eyes, snuggled into Mei Yanran's arms and fell asleep.

Li Qingzhi sighed, "With this good weapon, why can't you expel the Liao people from the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun?" ”

An Jiu sat on the boulder by the stream, watching Mei Yanran wet the handkerchief and carefully wiping Lou Xiaowu's dark little face.

Mo Sigui sat down beside her, "Envy? ”

An Jiu looked away and ignored him.

"The third medicated bath is five years later, remember to come to me." Mo Sigui took out the medicine bottle from his arms and stuffed it into her hand, "This is the remaining pill, the blood in the heart has a wonderful effect, especially after being injured, you must not use too much, otherwise it will be harmful." ”

"Hmm." An Jiu cherished the medicine.

Gu Jinghong was like a meteor, with a dazzling light across the night sky and disappeared without a trace. An Jiu couldn't talk about how grateful he was, but he inexplicably felt a sense of sympathy.

"After that, I don't know when we will be able to meet, but do you have something to say to me?" Mo Sigui is rarely emotional.

An Jiu groaned and said to him seriously, "After I leave, don't bully Dajiu." ”

"Roll as far as you want! I don't know you! Mo Sigui pushed her.

Yasuku grinned.

"Silly." Mo Sigui stopped his hand, picked up the cigarette holder, and said vaguely, "How can I be as knowledgeable as a fool." ”

"Mo Sigui, I'm really a little worried about you." An Jiudao.

Mo Sigui was inevitably a little moved, and paused to look at her.

An Jiu asked cautiously, "Your insomnia is so serious." Will it live less than five years? ”

"What a bear thing!" Mo Sigui swooped up and pointed his cigarette stick at the tip of her nose. "You are despising Lao Tzu's medical skills!"

The tense and explosive atmosphere makes people worry that their friendship has come to an end.

But. Mo Sigui and An Jiu looked at each other sincerely for a while, but after all, they couldn't continue to attack, so they had to hate and leave, muttering as they walked, "Lao Tzu wants to write to Chu Dingjiang and take this bastard away as soon as possible, and Lao Tzu feels that life ......is difficult for many moments."

An Jiu got up and followed back to his residence.

Lou Mingyue was carrying a bundle of firewood and placing it under the eaves of the stove house.

The two paused in unison, and Lou Mingyue nodded at her.

An Jiu clasped his fists and saluted.

Speechless. After a few breaths, An Jiu silently turned to leave. She and Lou Mingyue are different from each other, although they are walking the same road, she still yearns for the light and looks forward to one day being able to live a normal life, so she is somewhat resistant to Lou Mingyue, a person who rushes into a desperate road.

Lou Mingyue is quite self-aware, and she no longer has the luxury of having any friends who have this hatred. There is also a person buried deep in his heart, who is enough to support him through this life.

The next day.

Before dawn, Lou Mingyue went to chop a bundle of firewood and put it in the stove room as usual, and boiled a pot of hot water.

The firelight reflects the increasingly plump face. The water in the pot was boiling, the heat was rising, and she extinguished the fire in the stove. Go out with a sword.

The doors and windows of the main hall were closed, but Lou Mingyue noticed Mo Sigui's strangeness. She paused to look over, her gaze softening. It was as if his face could be seen through the window.

Mo Sigui saw Lou Mingyue's figure from the crack in the door, raised his hand and pressed it on the latch, hesitating.

The two stood across the door for a long time, until there was movement in Mei Yanran's room, and Lou Mingyue turned around and left quickly.

Mo Sigui sighed slowly, his hand fell to his side, and muttered, "Mo Ran, Mo Ran, you don't even have the courage to send it off in style!" ”

When Mei Yanran heard this, she looked at the heat coming out of the stove room, and guessed that it was Lou Mingyue who left, and she couldn't help but sigh, "Life is so difficult, don't be a big deal for the time being!" ”

Mo Sigui was stunned for a moment, turned around and went to the medicinal materials warehouse to select the medicinal materials needed today.

He had memorized many incurable diseases when he was practicing medicine in the past, and now he has almost solved them. It was not advisable to study medical skills behind closed doors, and after a while he would have to travel around, looking for various cases and rare medicinal materials, so he spent most of his time practicing during this time.

Those who possess the wind vein can be said to be blessed, and the cultivation of internal force is ten times and a hundred times easier than others, but the world is often fair, and those who are born with the wind vein are susceptible to evil qi. The so-called "evil spirit" does not refer to ghosts and gods, but is a medical term, which probably means that people are more susceptible to external influences and are prone to illness than ordinary people.

In addition, Mo Sigui always tests drugs by himself, and ordinary drugs have no effect on him, and once he suffers from a serious illness, it is very likely that he will not be able to treat it, so An Jiu's worries are not unreasonable.

For him personally, the treatment should be based on prevention.

The days on the island have returned to leisurely and dull, but the outside world has been turned upside down because of Ling Ziyue's case.

Many scholars who cared about current affairs jointly wrote a letter asking the imperial court to re-investigate the case thoroughly, after all, Ling Ziyue was very important to the Great Song Dynasty, but these requests were all rejected. The court's reply was that the case was clear and clear, the evidence was conclusive, and there was no need to waste time re-examining it.

Approaching the end of the year, although Ling Ziyue's life and death are very important, it has not affected the purchase of New Year's goods by all households. As long as the day is not fixed, the days will go on.

In the midst of ups and downs, the ninth day of the lunar month came quickly.

On this day, it snowed in Bianjing.

The heavy snow poured down densely, and there was a momentum of burying the heavens and the earth.

The prisoners who were beheaded were all scheduled to be executed in the autumn and winter, first, because there was an atmosphere of killing in the autumn and winter; The second is that after the end of the agricultural season in the autumn, the people can be concentrated to watch the punishment, so as to deter and reduce crime; The third is because the weather turns cold in autumn and winter, the corpses are easy to dispose of, and there will be no outbreak of plague.

Ling Ziyue just "caught up" at this time, such a serious crime, it was impossible for the emperor to leave him for next year to deal with it.

The entrance of the vegetable market is already crowded, and An Jiu and others have long been ambushed everywhere.

Wearing a human skin mask, she sat in a private room in a teahouse twenty feet away and watched from the window.

It was still early, the scene was heavily guarded, the officials who carried out the execution had not yet arrived, and the prisoners had not been escorted, but An Jiu had already felt the turbulence of the dark tide. There were more than two hundred martial artists from the fourth order to the ninth order around! And there is a trend of more and more people!

The second prince shouldn't be so generous, right? An Jiu was suspicious.

At the end of the day, some officers and soldiers began to clear the road, followed by the execution officers and prisoner vans.

Unlike ordinary people who were tortured, grass mats hung around the endheads, and even the prisoner carts were covered with straw curtains.

This is to prevent people from taking prisoners. The prisoners were not sure whether there was fraud or not, and they easily did not dare to reveal their whereabouts, which bought time for the execution.

The prisoner car stopped in front of the guillotine, and the two officers and soldiers were about to lift the straw curtain on the car, when the feather arrow suddenly broke through the snow curtain and approached with a sharp sound, and the target was Ling Ziyue in the car! (To be continued......)