"Red Shao, I didn't... Yes! My arm..."Thirteen was afraid that Chang Ling's straight mind would dismantle his platform, so he hurriedly leaned close to Chang Ling's side one by one, grabbed Chang Ling's thick and strong arm fiercely, and stopped Chang Ling from saying half of what he said.

Chang Ling screamed, and Hua Thirteen hurriedly raised Chang Ling's arm, his ink eyebrows were high, and he was very nervous to support Chang Ling, looking at Jing Mo and saying, "Look! Kyoto pharmacist, see him sick! ”

Before Jingmo could react, Hua Thirteen took advantage of the victory to chase Chang Ling, and continued decently: "Not only arms, but also legs!" ”

A whispered "Legs!" When it reached Chang Ling's ears, Chang Ling was stunned, and after reacting for a while, his knees stiffened and softened, as if he couldn't stand on his feet, and fell into the support of Painting Thirteen. A pair of ink-like eyebrows on the smiling eyes of the thirteenth clearly painted were tightly condensed, putting on a worried look, and then shouted: "Back, back!" ”

Chang Ling nodded obediently in obedience, and his toned and straight back suddenly collapsed. Painting Thirteen looked at Jingmo earnestly and with great sadness, and said sadly:

"Poor my family spirit, I contracted rheumatism at a young age, and I had back pain and leg cramps in winter."

"Wind...?" Before Changling, who opened his mouth wide, finished saying the word "rheumatism" in disbelief, he was covered by the thirteenth "snap" of the painting.

Hua Thirteen turned his head to Jing Mo and continued, "The wind—it's too much. My patriarchal spirit has been standing on the tuyere for a long time, and I really can't stand it. Jing pharmacist, why don't we go into the house for treatment? ”

Jingmo has been standing quietly against the door with his slender arms, watching without saying a word where the thirteen fingers are, where the long spirit hurts, and the two of them are in a noisy formation of autumn soldiers on the battlefield. Seeing that the tongue of the thirteenth painting gradually stopped, Jingmo Zhu pursed his lips lightly, his eyes turned slightly, and he curled up with the cool night breeze, raised his hands and rubbed his slender arms a few times, and gently raised his eyebrows, as if he was inexplicably mocking at the painting thirteen:

"yes, such a strong wind! This young man's body can't stand it, why don't you see the red boy take off his coat and put it on for others to wear? ”

"Huh?" This time, the painting was changed to Thirteen with his mouth open, puzzled.

Jing Mo wanted to say something but stopped, she lowered her eyes, sighed slightly, and her eyes fell on the face of Chang Ling, who looked sick and crooked next to Hua Thirteen, she wiped a trace of strangeness in her eyes, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I know that this young man is sick, come in." I'm afraid that if you are consumed outside the door again, this young man will be told by the red boy to go back. ”

Painted thirteen shallow smiles and went in with Jingmo. When following her, he felt the medicinal fragrance wafting from her body trembling and trembling gently, he lowered his head slightly, and found that her right foot didn't seem to dare to use her left foot normally when she walked, as if she was injured, and he once again appeared in his mind the beautiful dancing posture of the small jade platform of the incense pool, and silently followed her into the house with his head bowed and silently.

"Jing Yakushi, is it difficult to cure young rheumatism?" After sitting down, the thirteen pestles looked at Jingmo, who was taking Changling's pulse seriously, and asked.

Looking at Jingmo's eyebrows slightly condensed, Hua Thirteen couldn't help but feel a little weak, it is said that with Jingmo's medical skills, even if she doesn't see at a glance whether Changling is sick or not, a little pulse should be able to explore its reality immediately, why is she frowning like this, as if she is diagnosing some incurable disease.

Jingmo's eyes were lowered, and he replied with a thirteen-one "um" casually, and continued to hold his breath and concentrate on Changling's pulse, the tips of his eyebrows became deeper and deeper, staring at more and more doubts.

The expression on the thirteenth painting when he saw Jingmo taking the pulse became more and more solemn: "Jing Yaoshi, Changling's rheumatism... Are you alright? Look at you, as if he's in serious condition? Actually, he's usually in good health—"

"It's serious." Before Jing Mo could continue to describe the painting of Thirteen, he raised Qing Lingling's eyes and glanced at Thirteen lightly, and said seriously, "According to Hong Gongzi, Changling Shaoxia's rheumatism has spread to his eyes, do you say Yan is not serious?" ”

After speaking, Jingmo's gaze did not linger for a moment on Hua Thirteen's surprised face, but instead carefully examined Changling's eyes. On the face of this honest and handsome young man, a pair of eyes were tightly closed, and only two thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the wings of his nose. Jing Mo, a patient with eye disease, has also encountered a lot, or pupil sheng, or eye necrosis, or traumatic blindness, she has seen all kinds of strange cases, but the situation of this young man in front of her is different from what she has been exposed to.

Chang Ling's eyes were closed peacefully, without the slightest wound, without a trace of abnormality, as if it was a normal person who usually closed his eyes, as if he was taking a nap to recuperate, as if he was avoiding it.

"Eyes... The eyes of my family spirit, always. Only then did Thirteen understand that it was no wonder that Jing Moken let them in, it turned out that she was focusing on Chang Ling's eyes.

Thirteen has been with Chang Ling for too long, so much so that he has forgotten about his eye disease, after all, since he met Chang Ling in Yuanne Mountain, he has been accustomed to Chang Ling's unparalleled sensitivity to make up for the lack of eye disease with his sensitive ear power, but he has forgotten this stubble. He looked at Jingmo and carefully studied Changling's eyes, and the room was silent for a while.

"The Beijing pharmacist is so attentive and meticulous in looking at the patients, there must be many people who will come to the Beijing pharmacist when they are sick." Hua Thirteen stared intently at Jingmo's serious appearance, and broke the silence without saying anything.

"Hmm."

"Recently, the weather has been getting colder and colder," Hua Thirteen's gaze still couldn't take off her slightly frowning eyebrows, and she said in a casual tone, but she talked about the weather. Jing Mo frowned and glanced at him puzzledly, not knowing what he was going to say, only to see him blink a few times casually, "There should be more people coming to see the doctor, right?" ”

"Hmm."

"There are more patients, has Jing Pharmacist been busier lately?"

“...... Well. Jing Mo slowly gasped, still focusing on Chang Ling's eyes.

"Since Qinyuan's affairs are so busy, Jing Yaoshi can still take time out of his busy schedule to go to Chunmanlou to put on makeup and dance," Painting Thirteen's eyes were clear and clear, looking directly at Jingmo's somewhat stunned eyes, and continued to say in a leisurely tone, "Shouldn't it be just to steal some fun for half a day?" ”

"What Chun Manlou?" Jing Mo didn't look at Thirteen's clear eyes at all, he just lowered his eyes to find something from the medicine box, and said lightly, "I don't understand what you're talking about." ”

This woman would actually pretend to be stupid.

She knew that he had recognized her that day, but what was she still stubborn? But pretending to be stupid and stunned to draw thirteen things, he thoughtfully groped the tip of his nose a few times, and then suddenly said: "Don't say that the Beijing pharmacist doesn't understand, I don't understand either." ”

"What don't you understand?" Jingmo suppressed his doubts and asked lightly, his eyes were still searching for something in the medicine box, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he took out a small long cloth bag.

"The white girl who is ranked at the top of the 'Kyoto Seven Yan' in Chunmanlou was unknown and unknown before the amazing dance in the incense pool, as if she had never existed," Hua Thirteen glanced at Jingmo's finger with a somewhat playful gaze, and continued with a puzzled look, "I don't know where Taifu Zhou cultivated his eyes, how can he be lucky enough to watch the beautiful dance of Zhao Feiyan in the world as soon as he goes?" It's really cheap, he became Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty once. Coincidentally, there is a small red dot on the little finger of the right hand of 'Zhao Feiyan' that can't be wiped off, hey, how do I remember that there is a similar one on the little finger of the Beijing pharmacist? It seems to be given by the Lord, do you dare to let me take a look? ”

"You can actually recognize that it is Zhao Feiyan..."Jingmo was a little surprised, she took out a bright thing from the small cloth bag, hit it with her fingers, and gently raised her right hand and sent it to him, "Is the red mark on the little finger?" I'll just show you. ”

"Ahh Blood—"

As soon as the anticipatory gaze of the painting thirteen touched the fingertips of Jingmo who pricked the blood drops with a silver needle, he let out a loud cry and fainted unexpectedly.

"Red less! What happened to you! Chang Ling heard the thirteenth "clang" and lay heavily on the table, and asked with concern after a long silence.

"It's fine. Your son-in-law is talking too much today and is tired, so you let him rest and rest and accumulate some virtue—ah, I mean, accumulate some strength. ”

Jing Mo looked at Thirteen who was quietly lying at the table at the moment with a smile, watching his delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes close quietly, and a mouthful of nonsense also stopped, and turned into just the right good-looking arc, Fang Cai was still annoyed with him, and his heart seemed to be flowing through at this time.

She came back to her senses, and she was finally able to concentrate on studying the eyes of the elder spirit with a clear ear. She took out a clean and small bamboo tweezer from the medicine box, raised her hand and gently probed Changling's eye sockets, put two fingers together, and tried to use the bamboo tweezers to open Changling's tightly closed eyelids.

"Ahh I can't do it, I can't do it! Chang Ling felt as if the Jing Medicine Master was trying to open his eyelids to probe the disease, and hurriedly stopped in a panic.

When Jingmo saw Chang Ling's big reaction, he hurriedly withdrew his hand. But she found that if a normal person deliberately closes his eyes and can't open them, there must be a force between his eyebrows, and the muscles and flesh are bulging, but Changling's eyebrows and eyes are stretched and flat, and no matter how hard he tries to open his eyelids, it is in vain, as if he has been firmly glued together by a line of paste, which is strange.

"Young Spirit, when did the condition of your eyes begin? Were you born like this? "Jingmo can't see the reason from the pulse or from the wait-and-see.

"When......" Chang Ling scratched his head, a pair of thick eyebrows furrowed, and slowly recalled, "It's been like this since I can remember, and I don't know if I was born like this." Changling's parents died early, and there was no way to ask them to go, and the master didn't know. Jing Pharmacist, Changling, is this considered a disease? Will it affect me staying with Hongshao? ”

Jing Mo saw that Changling was actually nervous about whether he could accompany this strange son, and couldn't help but laugh "poof", it was really a group, and the strange boy was also a strange young man who was followed by him.

"Whether it's a disease or not, I can't say. Didn't your master speak about your eyes? ”

If you say that you are sick, you will not know if there is any possibility of healing, but if you are not sick, what can it be? Jing Mo stared at these strange eyes, and his mind flashed through his years of medical experience, but he was helpless for a while.

It wasn't until later that Jingmo gradually realized that the difference between those strange people and strange people was not necessarily a disease, but it was a fate after all.

"Master just said something strange," Chang Ling lowered his head slightly, and replied inexplicably as he recalled, "What 'seems to be a sight but not an eye, and a blessing is not a blessing'." Master said that Changling is a blessed person, but it is good to cherish the blessings of the present and not ask about what you are missing. ”

"'Eyes are not eyes, and blessings are not blessings'? When your master speaks, he really 'seems to be talking but not talking, and he seems to understand but not understanding'. "As a pharmacist, Jingmo has always only believed in the treatment of diseases, and does not like to say things that are blessed or unblessed. The world's personnel, but there is a cure, should not be pinned on the ethereal.

"Kyo Yakushi! How can you say exactly the same as Hong Shao! He also thinks that my master 'seems to say what he doesn't say, and he doesn't seem to understand'," Chang Ling looked surprised, but he was a little unhappy when he heard others say that his master was not the one, "Master, his old man is wise about the present and the ancients, and he understands the world and the world, and his speech is naturally incomprehensible to ordinary people." ”

"Oh? He thinks so too? Jing Mo's eyes turned slightly, looking at the thirteen who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the table, at this moment, a large birthmark drawn by her on his left face was pillowed on his arm, and what was reflected in her eyes was his handsome and graceful, smooth and jade-like side face, she couldn't help but move her heart slightly, such a handsome and white face, not even a woman, she secretly thought in her heart, this strange son, only after fainting and fainting, he would look so obedient and pleasing.

"yes. When Chang Ling took Hong Shao back to Yuanni Mountain to see my master for the first time, Hong Shao said this in front of his old man, and I was still unhappy for my master. Chang Ling said a little sullenly.

"Yuanni Mountain?" Jing Mo's gaze suddenly narrowed back from Thirteen's face, and he looked at Chang Ling incredulously and asked, "Your master, could it be the 'Immortal' of the rivers and lakes - the Empty Dao Man?" ”