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Hong Hong is an ordinary teenager, he ranks third in the family, he has two elder brothers, and a younger brother, their family is all boys, so their parents will not be too strict with them, Hong Hong likes to learn and let him study medicine, it is precisely because of this that Hong Hong embarked on the road of no return to study medicine, and he was lucky to be able to worship the divine doctor Mo Wu as a teacher.

Mo Wu's medical skills are outstanding in this continent, and few people can compare with him.

Having such a priest is definitely the thing that a medical student hopes for the most, and Hong Hong has achieved it.

Mo Wu's personality is quiet, he will never accept that person as an apprentice, the reason why Hong Hong can worship him as a teacher, Hong Hong's personality is needless to say, he has a warm personality and is good at understanding Mo Wu's meaning, secondly, Hong Hong is a genius in medical skills.

A genius apprentice, the master naturally likes it too.

So, in a year, the two slowly became a master and apprentice, and Hong Hong called him 'sir'.

However, Mo Wu is also worthy of these two words.

The master and apprentice came to a guest room in Chenwang's Mansion, which was clean, surrounded by green grass and green trees, which was quite a bit of a summer solstice.

The servant led them to the guest room and left.

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In the morning, the sun shines through the dense green leaves on the ground, falling mottled and speckled afterimages, the morning dew has long been dried by the sunrise, and the grass is prosperous in the sunlight It looks healthy, but it is not as crystal clear as in the morning.

Incense, there is a kind of fragrance. Green leaves, flowers, grass, and the tea on the stone table under the tree.

A little light and shadow fell on the stone table, and the people at the table sat upright, raised their hands, and poured tea to drink.

The person sitting at the stone table, dressed in an ink-colored brocade robe, has slender fingers, without a trace of excess meat, and the hand shape is also elegant, between the fingers, holding the teacup across the thin lips, slowly pouring, the tea flows between the lips and teeth, slowly entering the throat, only to feel, the throat is cool.

The fragrance of tea is quiet and refreshing.

He sat here with tea the day before yesterday, but now that he sits here with tea, he feels like three or five years have passed.

From yesterday noon to this morning, he stayed up as long as a century, but fortunately, he survived.

"Third brother, it's really Yaxing, in the early morning, sitting alone under the tree and drinking tea, no wonder he threw such an insignificant thing as the dynasty out of the clouds." A person walked with a smile on his face, seemingly smiling, but in fact there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Today, Mu Zhengchen is going to the palace to go to the morning court, he has been married for more than ten days, and the marriage leave has ended, so it is time to be busy with some court affairs.

Mu Zhengchen also remembered just now that today was the first day of his newlywed dynasty.

However, the time was obviously late, and His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince, King Yu, had just returned from the morning court.

"I'm strange, third brother, you remember everything clearly on weekdays, even if it's some trivial things, you have a clear account in your heart, why is it that you are free today, and you don't even know that your wedding leave has passed?" Mu Zhengyu was King Yu, he came to the stone table and sat down.

"You've put things right for me?" Mu Zhengchen didn't bother to say anything, anyway, he didn't go to the morning court today, so it was better to ask him if he had an excuse for not coming to the morning court.

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