Bai Ling looked at the three names on the book cover, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

With a little reluctance, Bai Ling looked at the three names over and over again.

They are written together like this, as if it were also a kind of reunion.

"Bai Ling......" Li Yiru repeated the name, recalling the words of the sister in the broken temple earlier, he suddenly reacted, "Ah, it's the sister in Pingjing, right?" ”

"yes." The boss replied, and couldn't help sighing, "The old lady's family is so miserable, first her daughter accidentally fell into the water and drowned when she was on a cruise in the capital, and then she fell into the cliff with her son...... The loss is that there is still this set of books, otherwise there is really nothing left. ”

"Drowned......" Li Yiru frowned with some confusion - this statement is not the same as the sister in the broken temple.

"How did you get this book?" Bai Ling raised his head and asked, "The old lady doctor was escorted to Jiangzhou, and the manuscript or something, it shouldn't be too late to pack up......

The bookstore owner glanced at Bai Ling and said with a smile, "You're on the point." ”

Bai Ling looked up a little dazedly and waited for an answer, and the bookstore owner had already turned the title page with a gentle movement.

"The original manuscript of this book was not brought by the old doctor," he handed the book to Bai Ling, "but it was sent to Jiangzhou by an old friend of theirs in Pingjing, the two imperial doctors were poor, and they couldn't get a penny of the money they had printed and Fu Zi before, and it was also the generosity of this old friend......

Bai Ling looked at the pages of the book that the bookstore owner had opened for her, which was the opening preface left by this "old friend".

The preface is very short, only a few lines, and he does not talk about himself in the whole article, but only that he has always been good friends with the Bai family, and now he can fund the publication of more than a dozen medical books, and he feels honored.

Bai Ling looked at it several times and couldn't guess who this person was, until the bookstore owner turned the page, and Bai Ling saw that the inscription was written - Yan Jiuzheng.

Yan Jiuzheng......

Bai Ling frowned slightly.

In the years she has been in Pingjing, where have she ever had any friends surnamed Yan......

But looking at this name, Bai Ling always felt a faint sense of familiarity.

Yan Jiuzheng......

She repeated the name in her mind, carefully searching for the familiar source.

Suddenly, Bai Ling felt a firework flash in his heart, and the words of "floating life and righteousness" in a low voice were still in his ears, and the eyes of the young man who was determined to go north were burning, as if it was what happened yesterday.

Yan Jiuzheng......

Zheng ...... Ever...... Zeng Jiuyan?

For a moment, all the confusion and incomprehension were pierced by the thought of this blessed soul.

Zeng Jiuyan! That's right, it's Higawa!

Bai Ling took a deep breath - yes, when she was imprisoned in the small courtyard, Zeng Jiuyan took Bai Shijun and Bai Yi to live in his own Hou Mansion, presumably at that time...... Thinking of this, Bai Ling only felt a tightness in his chest, and his eyes were a little moist.

The bookstore owner looked at Bai Ling's expression, thinking that she was sad that the old lady's family had died, and sighed, "People can't be resurrected after death, so let's mourn." ”

Bai Ling was sad and happy for a while, obviously wanting to laugh, but he felt a choked throat, so he had to nod with a complicated expression.

"Puning Fang, three years ago, was one of the old warehouses for patients with white throat," said the owner of the bookstore, "You go to the east of Puning Fang, there are still two ancestral halls of the imperial doctors, it is getting late at this time, and you can't go to the mound outside the city, if you want to worship, go over there to have a look." ”

Bai Ling thanked the owner of the bookstore again and again, and a few people went out to the east, during which Mu Cheng and Li Yiru did not speak, and Bai Ling walked in the front and did not look back once. But the two people in the back also knew that looking at this posture of frequently wiping their faces, Brother Wei was probably crying again.

However, Li Yiru often sheds tears...... Mu Cheng is no stranger to this.

Dare to love the young people now, they don't care what men don't flick when they have tears.

After a while, several people finally found the "ancestral hall" mentioned by the bookstore owner, and several people thought it would be a temple, but after arriving, they found that this "ancestral hall" was just a two-meter square stone carving.

The stone sculpture is about one person high, the bottom of the stone pier is carved with a rosette, and above it is a temple carved out of stone, and there are two people standing in the temple - about Bai Shijun and Bai Yi.

The "temple gate" is preceded by a square stone furnace with a slow-burning incense inside.

It seems that to this day, there are still people who come here to pray.

Li Yiru led the horse to the stele near the stone carving, and read by the last light of the evening.

Mu Cheng looked left and right, and after looking for a long time, he didn't see an "ancestral hall".

"Is this the place?" Mu Cheng muttered to himself.

“…… Yes, look here," Li Yiru and Bai came to see the stone stele, "In the fourth year of the Shengming Dynasty, when the epidemic gradually subsided, the people proposed to set up a living ancestral hall for them in the city, but the father and son sternly refused. Unexpectedly, less than a month later, the two died, taking into account the wishes of the two people who were unwilling to build a large number of buildings before their deaths, the people set up a stone statue here to show their mourning for the two imperial doctors. ”

In the curling green smoke, Bai Ling looked at Bai Shijun and Bai Yi, who were made of stone, clasped his hands together, and bowed down.

Behind him, Li Yiru and Mu Cheng also saluted.

It was getting late, and there was a curfew, so they couldn't stay any longer.

On the way back, Li Yiru looked up at Mingyue and sighed several times unconsciously, Bai Ling turned to look at him, "What's wrong?" I heard you sighing all the way on the road. ”

Li Yiru's expression was solemn, he looked at Bai Ling, and said seriously, "Has Songqing ever thought about how to live this life?" ”

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, "Why do you suddenly ask this?" ”

"I'm actually a little envious of the two doctors just now," Li Yiru lowered his eyes, his expression was a little gloomy, "Although he died, he lived more worthily than many people." ”

Mu Cheng smiled softly on the side.

Li Yiru looked over, "What is Brother Mu laughing at?" ”

"I envy you for being young, and you can still think about how you want to live your life." Mu Cheng replied with a smile, "I only have half a life left." ”

Li Yiru also smiled, "Then Brother Mu can also think about how to live the rest of his life." ”

"Don't think about it," Mu Cheng looked at the road ahead, exhaled, and there was a little more tenderness in his eyes, "When I arrive in Zhuozhou, I will live well with my wife and children, I will go wherever they go, and I will never be separated again." ”

"No wonder Brother Mu is in a hurry this way," Bai Ling smiled, "It turns out that my sister-in-law is in Zhuozhou." ”

Mu Cheng laughed and looked at Bai Ling and Li Yiru, "The two of you are not too young, and the family has not set you up?" ”

Bai Ling was still thinking about how to answer, and Li Yiru on the side had already spoken.

"It's ordered," Li Yiru replied, "or can I run?" ”

Bai Ling and Mu Cheng stopped at the same time and looked at the young man, "...... Did you run away from marriage? ”

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