Chen Yicong stood up.

“…… Your words," he whispered, "I don't believe a word. ”

Heng Yuanjun sank his eyes, he didn't defend anything, he thought for a moment, and was about to speak, but before the words could be spoken, Chen Yicong had already interrupted him.

"Shut up!"

Chen Yicong suddenly overturned the small table on the collapsed sitting, two cups of hot tea and the unrolled scroll fell to the ground together, and after a loud noise, Chen Yicong glared at Heng Yuanjun angrily, his voice was almost gritted teeth.

“…… Say no more! ”

Chen Yicong said word by word, his gaze slashing at Heng Yuanjun's body like a knife.

"I don't believe a word of your words!"

Heng Yuanjun looked at the young man in front of him silently with a little unbearable.

Chen Yicong met Heng Yuanjun's gaze, and the surprise, doubt, and a little pity in the other party's eyes were almost more embarrassing than everything he had heard before.

Chen Yicong glanced at what he had overturned on the ground - he lost his temper.

It shouldn't be like this......

Trust the Burling......

Trust Burling.

"You're here these days, meditate." Chen Yicong glanced at Heng Yuanjun, "Since you are weak, you can take care of your illness, and you don't need to worry about things outside." ”

"Hmm." Heng Yuanjun withdrew his gaze and nodded calmly.

The emperor walked away, his steps were so fast, and the movement of opening the door was so loud that he could only hear a heavy bang—Chen Yicong had already walked into the courtyard, and the door was still opening and closing repeatedly.

Only then did Heng Yuanjun lean over, pick up the scroll on the ground that was wet with tea, and spread it out on the table not far away.

Tomorrow, he still has to send someone to deliver this book to the Heart Cultivation Palace—the emperor will need this.

After a long time, Han Chong silently entered the house and informed Emperor Hengyuan that he had left.

Heng Yuanjun had already laid down on the bed again, and replied softly, "Got it." ”

“…… It's heavily guarded again. Han Chong said softly, "Look at the battle, the emperor ...... this time Seems very annoyed. ”

"Good thing." Heng Yuanjun said softly.

Han Chong hesitated for a moment, he knew that there were some things that he didn't seem to be able to say, but he couldn't understand it for a while.

"Is that enough?"

"That's enough." Heng Yuanjun was indeed a little tired, but his expression also eased a lot.

……

At night, Bai Ling was sitting in the room combing his hair, and although he had wiped it many times, the ends of his hair were still wet.

In the courtyard outside, Bai Shijun was collecting and drying medicinal herbs outside. He almost did it for a moment before he got up and pounded his back.

"Daddy, can you rest for a while?" Bai Ling said softly.

"No, hurry up," Bai Shijun twisted his waist back and forth, "What if it snows again at night?" ”

"Then you put it and wait for Bai Yi to come back and do it later?" "You do it together." ”

Bai Shijun laughed, but continued to lean over to pick up.

Bai Ling tilted her head and simply didn't stop her, she didn't mind going up to help Bai Shijun clean up - but Bai Shijun refused, saying "This medicine is not good for girls, you still don't touch it."

"Dad, can I ask you about it?" Bai Ling asked.

"Huh? Who is it. ”

"Bai Zhen, Bai Da good man."

The movement in Bai Shijun's hand stopped for a moment, and he would turn around, his eyes wide.

“…… What did your uncle tell you? ”

"Hmm," Bai Ling nodded, talking about the conversation he had during the afternoon of looking at the canal.

"Why is he telling you this?" Bai Shijun's throat swallowed obviously, "It's still ...... Anything else? ”

"What?" Bai Ling asked with some curiosity, "We wanted to ask Dad and Uncle why they quarreled, but Uncle didn't tell us." ”

Bai Shijun breathed a sigh of relief, and he turned his back to pack up the medicinal herbs again.

After a while, Bai Shijun asked again, "What do you want to ask the old man?" ”

"I just want to hear the story of Bai Dashanren and want to know what kind of person he is." Pushing his head, Bai Ling asked, "It feels like he's an outstanding, maverick senior." ”

Bai Shijun laughed, "Yes." ”

After a while, Bai Shijun sighed again, "I have walked to so many places, and I have never seen a comparison between the orphanage hall and the Kitchs Church, the Orphanage Workshop in Qingzhou, the Salesian Bureau in Huizhou, and the Orphanage Kindergarten in Jiangzhou...... It is already good to be able to provide food and clothing. ”

"Keats Church also gave me back the book." Bai Ling interjected.

"That's right," Bai Shijun nodded, "Keats Tang's collection of books is very powerful, just take medical books as an example, basically over the years, only the collection of books in Tai Hospital can be compared."

"The old man is really a strange person, I don't think I don't think if I don't come out for a walk, but the longer I live now, the more I feel that some truth is profound."

Bai Ling pricked up his ears, "What? ”

Bai Shijun put down the medicine in his hand, straightened his waist again, and he raised his head slightly, looking at the silent alley outside the fence.

"I used to listen to him say that the length of a person's life was not very appropriate."

"The length is not very suitable...... Bai Ling frowned and thought about this, not understanding much for a while.

"If people are cynical and play the world, then this life is too long, and the whole second half of their lives has been getting old, and they will only become more and more unhappy; But if you want to do something and leave something, this life is too short, so short that you can do one thing well in a lifetime, it is not easy. ”

Bai Ling replied thoughtfully.

"When my father was young, I still felt that one thing was too little," Bai Shijun looked at his daughter and smiled a little helplessly, "As a result, after so many years, nothing has been done." ”

Bai Ling snorted and laughed.

Three years ago, Bai Shijun's manuscript had already been written, but when Bai Yi began to contact the bookstore that could engrave the book on behalf of others, Bai Shijun suddenly found that there were too many places that needed to be deleted and changed in the first few volumes.

So the matter was put on hold for the time being.

In the past few years, he has deleted, deleted, and added many additional annotations in some places, most of which are derived from Bai Yi's various mouse experimental results and actual surgical operations.

Originally, there were a large number of illustrations in his "New Edition", most of which were herbal medicines, and now he even inserted some anatomical diagrams.

There are so many things that have been deleted and added that many chapters in the whole book need to be readjusted, and some things cannot be placed in the notes, so they can only insert an additional section of explanations or appendices.

It is now unclear when these manuscripts will be available for publication – but they are indeed nearing that end.

She looked at her father and suddenly became a little envious.

In any case, Bai Shijun has found a career for which he can devote his life's work.

Compared with the changes in the court, what Bai Shijun left behind may last longer than those names that are currently powerful.

Suddenly, Bai Ling seemed to see a thread of fate, starting from the Keats Hall in Qiansang and slowly extending to himself.

"It'll be done." Bai Ling said with a smile.

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