Yujing City is very big.

Sun Tuozi's courtyard is very small.

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

He has been quietly living in this prosperous Kyoto for many years.

Of course, I have experienced many Mid-Autumn Festivals.

There are actually quite few Mid-Autumn Nights like this that have rainy Mid-Autumn Festival in my memory, especially when I lived in the Yunjiye.

Maybe my mood was different at that time.

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

Sun Tuozi sat under the eaves.

Looking at the water droplets falling on the eaves like pearl curtains, and also looking at the fine raindrops outside the pearl curtains.

He was holding a jar of wine in his hand.

Wine is a painting of spring.

The third lady asked the servant to send it to you today.

The third lady said that she would go to Yunjibei to stay for a long time... until she could no longer live.

The third lady also said that she hoped that he would go to Yunjibeye, not to treat her again, but just because Yunjibeye is very big, but there are too few people. She hopes that this last day will be more lively.

Sun Tuozi took a sip of wine and grinned. Miss Third, she really grew up and even said something about this kind of scene.

Miss Three likes purity.

She must hope that she can be with Li Chenan quietly in the next few days.

If this old man really goes, that's why... it's ignorant!

Besides, I can't go there for the time being.

He looked at the dark night sky and thought that it was almost the end of Xu, and the literary gathering in the literary world should have begun.

This wine is very good.

But you can't drink it anymore.

Drinking too much alcohol will make you miss it.

So he took a big sip, got up, and placed the jar of wine on the herb cabinet in the left wing room.

I carefully erected the simple house that I had lived in for several years with my lanterns. There were not many things, but they were all neatly arranged.

This wasn't what he did.

This was made by Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu means that it is neat and tidy, and it is not only better to go up, but also easier to find some of the herbs.

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

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

There is nothing to teach him about this kind of medical skills.

It's considered a successor.

It is also true that he has lived up to the person who entrusted Xiao Wu to him back then.

This idea seems a bit wrong. Xiao Wu... This child has the biggest problem.

He is too kind!

He doesn't kill anyone.

Save only people.

Saving people without asking about their identity, they really engraved the words of the doctor's parents in their hearts.

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

And the path he wants to take...it would be of course great if it is like now.

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

With this skill, you can have no worries about food and clothing in your whole life.

As for whether he will take another path... Of course, it is best not to do it, because that road is full of thorns and it is too hard!

Sun Tuozi breathed a long sigh of relief and stopped thinking about Xiao Wu's future.

I have lived a perfect life in this life. The only regret is that I cannot cure the third lady’s illness.

This cannot be solved by medical skills.

This is life-controlled.

But do your best and leave your will. Tonight, I will go to the Treasure Pavilion in the Palace.

It's best 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 light on his palm.

He hung the lamp in front of the door and sniffed the faint fragrance of medicine floating in the yard. After the pissy wind lamp, he blew out the lamp.

Because Xiao Wu won't come back tonight.

He walked into the night rain.

Swallowed by a thick night like ink.

Um,

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

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...

Next to the literary world is Wenchang Temple.

There is an old temple in Wenchang Temple.

This old temple with gray hair burned a stick of incense, and bowed respectfully three times before it inserted the incense into the incense burner in front of the statue of Emperor Wenchang.

He looked up at the appearance of Emperor Wenchang under the dim light, and after a while he turned around.

Behind him was a man - Changsun Jinghong.

He took Changsun Jinghong, took a step forward, and passed by Changsun Jinghong, and said:

"This is Wenchang Temple, not the Three Treasures Hall. Don't ask the past of the Zajia. The Zajia doesn't know anything!"

His voice was a little sharp.

He used the word "Miscellaneous Family".

So, he is an elderly eunuch!

As soon as his left foot stepped out of the threshold of the Wenchang Temple, Changsun Jinghong suddenly said: "Wei San, you are not Ningren!"

This father-in-law named Wei San did not step out of his right foot.

But there was no turning back.

He looked at Ye Yu outside and said after a moment: "Come on, you really took some effort."

"This Mid-Autumn Festival is also good, so you can kill the miscellaneous family."

Changsun Jinghong's mouth slightly raised:

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

"You are from Yue!"

Changsun Jinghong did not draw his sword, but walked out of the door and also towards Ye Yu.

"But you, you have lived in Yongguo for twelve years!"

"You were not clean at that time, and you were still a teenager!"

"There is a yamen in the State of Yue, which is called the Privy Council. And you were the leader of the 7th Group of the Second Privy Council at that time!"

Changsun Jinghong slowly turned around and looked at Wei San.

Wei San's old face looked calm.

It seems that what Changsun Jinghong said at this moment has nothing to do with him.

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

"I'm here to find you tonight, not to kill you, nor to arrest you, nor to threaten you."

Changsun was shocked by the literary world not far from next door and pointed, "The literary meeting may have begun over there."
To be continued...