On the 28th day of the tenth month of Qiancheng, Chinese New Year's Eve was approaching, this was the first New Year since Yaya was born, and both of them paid more attention, groped and discharged all the silver money from the bottom of the box, went out on the street, bought some clothes, bought some inferior soju, and the meat was hated by the two, so they bought more vegetables and fruits. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before evening, the wind picked up, snow fell, and the streets suddenly became silent. The two walked a few steps, and the north wind whistled by, like a sharp knife, cutting the curtain of heaven and earth, and the white expanse jumped in front of them.

"There is no snow in the Western Wilderness." Yaya suddenly stood on the road, tilted her head, and let the snowflakes fall on her face.

Mo Fei, who was walking in the snow in front of her, heard the words, paused in his steps, and looked at her with a complicated expression.

After returning to Zhongzhou, Yaya was a little confused about the changes in the environment, and became more and more reticent. After she saw the snow for the first time in her life, she didn't feel a little joy or surprise, but thought of the Western Wilderness. Could it be that Yaya realized that Yaya was attached to the Western Wilderness, and at the same time regretted that she did not grow up in Zhongzhou.

Mo Fei sighed slightly, and after a while, he only heard the maid say: "Let's go, it's time for us to go back and cook." The tone fully expresses the emotions that a family woman who knows firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea should have.

The two of them were covered in snow, and they came back from the street in a leisurely manner, and after entering the Cangzhu Courtyard, they saw a snowman standing in front of the door of a page, looking at the door panel motionlessly.

Mo Fei felt strange in his heart and stepped forward: "This ......"

"Don't make a noise!"

Before Mo Fei could finish speaking, in the wind and snow, the man cut off his words in a tone of admonition, and then murmured: "If you are not indifferent, you will not have a clear ambition, and if you are not quiet, you will not go far." The snowman chanted a few times, seemed to have an understanding, and nodded.

When he turned around, he realized that this person was Zheng Du who scolded Zhang Jingmo yesterday. Zheng Du was silent, Mo Fei was also silent, the two looked at each other, and after a long time, Zheng Du turned around and left without saying a word......

I guess I left a bad impression yesterday! Mo Fei shook his head and smiled bitterly while opening the door, what a strange temper!

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The quaint Chang'an slept in a snowy field, and the sound of gentle and shallow breathing came from a page of the academy, and not long after the ugly bangzi knocked, a voice suddenly came from the Cangzhu Courtyard: "Ah——! The voice was so sharp and long-lasting that it would wake him up in his sleep.

Mo Fei fumbled and put on his clothes in a daze, and the maid had already ruffled out a worn candle from the corner of the back room, and the two went out in the trembling light and looked in the direction of the sound. At this time, the heavy snow did not stop, it fell, and the cold wind poured in the sleeves of the two people.

After walking out of a page of the book, I didn't deliberately look for it, and I knew that the sound came from the drunken academy next to it.

"Ahh

The screams were terrible...... Uninterrupted! Mo Fei frowned, stepped forward and slammed the door, "Knock! Boom! Boom! The sound was very loud, almost resounding throughout the Cangzhu Courtyard. But no one responded in the hospital, just a miserable scream!

Standing there silently, listening to the voice, it seems to have returned to the previous life, the night when the captain was amputated, it was also such a scream!

Mo Fei signaled to Yaya, and then, with a "bang", the door bolt broke in response. Without hesitation, he walked straight inside.

The Drunken Academy is next to a page of books, and the two courtyards have the same layout and are of equal size, so it is easy to find the house where Zheng Du lives. The screams in the house continued, and when he pushed the door in, he saw Zheng Du, who was in a cloak, lying in the corner of the wall with convulsions, falling into a state of madness.

Roaring and screaming, head back, limbs twitching, mouth foaming, blue face, eyes upturned. Oops! It's a grand mal seizure!

Compared with the epilepsy patients he had seen in his previous life, he immediately judged Zheng Du's illness. If this disease is placed in modern times, whether it is medication or surgery, it can be treated and relieved. However, there are few clinical trials in ancient medicine, and the scientific theory is poor, and in the face of this disease, doctors have no better way but to regulate and alleviate it.

"Doors and windows, towels, bedding." Mo Fei said three short nouns, no logic, no reason. After listening to this, the girl didn't ask much, and hurriedly ran over to open the window and bring the bedding and towels.

Mo Fei pushed Zheng Du onto the futon spread on the ground, then untied his collar and tore the towel and stuffed it in his mouth. After a series of actions, Yaya looked at Zheng Du, who was trembling on the ground, and asked, "What else are we going to do?" ”

Mo Fei shook his head: "You don't have to do anything, just look at it, after the seizure, you can only stop when the electricity in his head runs out." ”

"What is electricity?"

"It's not poison."

Mo Fei's answer was unreasonable, but Yaya seemed to accept this answer and nodded expressionlessly.

According to Mo Fei's understanding, if epilepsy is to be cured, it is not impossible to combine acupuncture and conditioning. But at present, Zheng Du's seizures belong to grand mal seizures, and the symptoms are more serious, but I am afraid that it will take a lot of effort to cure them.

It's just that...... This man is indeed very eccentric. It stands to reason that if you can serve as a master in Canghai Academy, even if you don't have a lot of money, you won't be destitute. However, this person's residence is surrounded by walls, and in addition to the necessary daily necessities, there are only some pens, ink, paper, inkstones, and books placed in a messy manner. But well...... In the jars of wine that are staggering on the ground...... It seems that all are good wines!

The next day, the dawn of the morning sun poured down, reflecting the white bamboo courtyard of the world, and the light and shadow were mottled, and in these lights and shadows, the fog was swirling.

When he woke up, Zheng Du felt dizzy, but this time, it didn't seem to be as painful as it was after the onset of the disease in the past.

Two days ago, my husband wrote to introduce that there was a young man with superb medical skills in the house, and he could try it to see if he could cure his illness. Originally, he didn't care too much, firstly, he didn't want to trouble Mr., and secondly, all the doctors in Chang'an were helpless about his illness, and a little-known teenager, he always had some doubts in his heart. It's just that I'm sick again now, and I think that after all, it was introduced by my husband, so it's good to take a look in the future.

Zheng Du is not a well-known figure in Chang'an, but he can be the master of Canghai Academy, and he naturally has talent. A person as cold and arrogant as him, except for Ye Gongshu, the dean of Canghai Academy, who can make him call Mr. from the bottom of his heart.

Zheng Du rubbed his head and moved his body up slightly, at this time, Mo Fei, who was sitting on the side of the pestle, greeted: "Are you awake?" ”

He was slightly stunned, a little surprised by the uninvited guests in the house, turned his head and saw that it was Mo Fei, frowned, with a hint of disdain, and did not speak.

This Zheng Du was born in poverty, but he was quite talented, Jingwen five years, that is, nineteen years ago, came to Chang'an with ambition to participate in the Tang Dynasty Cultural Conference. But because of the grievances for others, he got into trouble with the powerful, and finally went to prison and missed the literary competition that year.

After Mr. Ye Gongshu rescued him from prison, he stayed in Canghai Academy to study, until he became today's Shikovzi. For decades, this Zheng Du has seen the powerful people around him in power, and he has bullied men and women, not only did he not follow the trend, but he became even more jealous and hateful. A few days ago, he saw Zhang Jingmo vomiting on the ground in Cangzhu Courtyard, and he reprimanded him without thinking too much. But in his heart, since he can laugh and quarrel with a stubborn person like Zhang Jingmo, he is naturally also an uneducated and unskilled person in a powerful family.

Rely on family shelter...... Stay in Cangzhu Temple. Leaning on the official position, hum!

However, the door panel "non-indifferent and unambitious, non-tranquil and far-reaching" is a good sentence, but it is just ...... It's a pity! I don't know what kind of talent it is, and in the end I can only tend to be attached to such powerful people, hey...... Such a person deserves such a good sentence. Is...... Spoiled good stuff!