Yujing City is very large.

Sun Huozi's small courtyard is very small.

The literary world is very lively, but his small courtyard is quiet.

He has lived quietly in the bustling city of Kyoto for many years.

Naturally, it has gone through many Mid-Autumn Festivals.

Mid-Autumn Festival nights with rain like this are actually quite rare in my memory, especially when I lived in Yunji Beye in those years.

Xu was in a different state of mind at that time.

Even if it rains, I feel that the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is still hanging in the night sky.

Sun Huozi sat under the eaves.

Looking at the water droplets falling like a bead curtain on the eaves, and also looking at the fine rain outside the bead curtain.

He carried a jar of wine in his hand.

Wine is a picture of spring.

The third lady asked her subordinates to send it today.

The third lady said that she would go to live in Besano...... until it can no longer live.

The third lady also said that she hoped that he would also go to Yunjibeye, not to treat her again, just because Yunjibeye was very large, but there were too few people, and she hoped that this last day would be more lively.

Sun Huozi took a sip of wine and grinned, the third lady has really grown up, and she can even say such things in this kind of scene-

The third lady likes to be pure.

She must hope that she will be able to be with Li Chenan quietly in the future.

If this bad old man really goes...... That's called being ignorant!

What's more, I can't go for the time being.

He looked at the dark night sky, and thought to himself that it was almost the end of the day, and the literary meeting in the literary world should have begun.

This wine is very good.

But you can't drink it anymore.

Drinking too much and making mistakes.

So, he took one last sip, got up, and placed the jar on the herb cabinet in the left wing.

Holding the lantern in his hand, he carefully looked at the simple house where he had lived for several years, there were not many things, but they were all neatly arranged.

He didn't make it.

This is Xiao Wu's pendulum.

What Xiao Wu means is that it is neat and tidy, not only does it look better, but those herbs are also easier to find.

Thinking of Xiao Wu, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Although this child is deaf and dumb, he is extremely intelligent and self-disciplined.

With his own medical skills, there is nothing left to teach him.

There is a successor.

can be regarded as living up to the person who entrusted Xiao Wu to him back then.

This idea seems a little wrong, Xiao Wu, this kid...... This kid has one of the biggest problems.

His heart is too kind!

He doesn't kill.

Only save people.

Saving people doesn't ask about their identity, and they really engrave the words of the doctor's parents in their hearts.

He is old, but Xiao Wu is still young, and he still has a long way to go.

And the path he is going to take...... It would be great if it was as it is now.

Although the road is a little narrower, it is still smooth after all.

With this craft, you can have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime.

As for whether he will go the other way...... Of course it's better not to, because the road is full of thorns and too hard!

Sun Huozi let out a long sigh of relief and didn't think about Xiao Wu's future anymore.

In this life, I can be regarded as living a complete life, and the only regret is that I can't cure the third lady's illness.

This is something that cannot be solved by medical skills.

It's fate.

But do your best and obey the destiny of heaven, tonight, I will go to the treasure pavilion of the palace.

It's best to be able to come back.

If you can't come back......

He took two scimitars from the wall, pinned them to his waist, and walked out with the lamp in his hand.

He hung the lamp in front of the door, took a deep sniff of the faint medicinal fragrance wafting in the courtyard, and looked at the dead wind lamp, but still blew out the lamp.

Because Xiao Wu won't come back tonight.

He stepped into the night rain.

Engulfed in the night as thick as ink.

Well

If you can't come back, you have no regrets in this life!

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Next to the literary world is the Wenchang Temple.

There is an old temple in Wenchang Temple.

This white-haired old temple lit a stick of incense, and respectfully made three strokes, and then the incense was inserted in the incense burner in front of the statue of Emperor Wenchang.

He looked up at Emperor Wenchang's appearance in the dim light, and only turned around after a moment.

Behind him stood a person - the eldest grandson Jinghong.

He looked at the eldest grandson Jinghong, raised his steps, and the eldest grandson Jinghong staggered shoulder-to-shoulder, and said a word:

"This is Wenchang Temple, not the Three Treasures Temple, don't ask the miscellaneous family about the past, the miscellaneous family doesn't know anything!"

His voice was a little sharp.

He used the word miscellaneous.

So, he's an old eunuch!

As soon as his left foot stepped out of the threshold of this Wenchang Temple, he heard the eldest grandson Jinghong suddenly say: "Wei San, you are not Ningren!" ”

The old man named Wei San did not step out with his right foot.

But there was no turning back.

He looked at the night rain outside, and after a moment said, "It seems that you did put some effort into it. ”

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the time is not bad, you can kill the miscellaneous family."

The corners of the eldest grandson's mouth curled slightly:

"You're already very old, it's the same whether you kill you or not, you won't live long."

"You are from Yueguo!"

The eldest grandson Jinghong did not draw his sword, but also walked outside the door and looked at the night rain.

"But you, once lived in the Yong Kingdom for twelve years!"

"You weren't cleansed, you were still a teenager!"

"There is a yamen in Vietnam, and it is called the Privy Council. And you, then, were the heads of the seven groups of the second house of the Privy Council! ”

The eldest grandson turned around slowly and looked at Wei San.

Wei San's old face was indifferent.

It seems that the words of the eldest grandson Jinghong at this moment have nothing to do with him.

"Your life is very exciting, I'm afraid I can't finish talking about it for three days and three nights."

"I'm here to look for you tonight, not to kill you, not to arrest you, and not to threaten you."

The eldest grandson Jinghong looked at the literary world not far from the next door, and stretched out his finger, "Over there, I'm afraid the literary meeting has already begun." ”

"What do I want to ask you...... That kid, do you have a token? Or is there a recognizable birthmark? ”

When the eldest grandson Jinghong asked this, Wei San seemed to be taken aback.

He raised his head and frowned, and looked at the eldest grandson, Jinghong.

After a while, he replied, "No!" ”

"If not, if the child is in danger, the old man will not come to the rescue!"

Wei San lowered his head, stepped out of the threshold with his right foot, walked along the eaves to a small wooden house where he lived not far away, and threw a word to the eldest grandson:

"If you don't save him, let him die!"

The eldest grandson stood in place and watched Wei San's back until the back disappeared around the corner of the wall.

He took a deep breath, looked at the night sky for a moment, and suddenly grinned, and then walked into the rain with his hands behind his back and walked towards the literary world next door.

Queen Lu's child is really alive!

That's enough!

He walked into the literary world and saw a crowd of black oppression.

How many years haven't you been here?

There are so many people in this meeting!

Maybe it's because they also want to see how Li Chenan can perform.

He squeezed in, ignoring the scolding of the squeezed teenagers from left and right.

He squeezed to the front, just in time to see Li Chenan put pen to paper.

A woman's voice came from my ear:

"Sister, you say...... He didn't even think about it, would he be, wouldn't it be too hasty? ”

"How does my sister know? When he finishes writing and reading, he will see! ”