Jade City is very big.

Sun Tuozi's courtyard is very small.

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

He spent many years quietly in this prosperous Kyoto.

Naturally, there have been many Mid-Autumn Festivals.

Rainy Mid-Autumn nights like this are actually quite rare in my memory, especially when I lived in Yunjibieye in those years.

Maybe my mood was different at that time.

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

Sun Tuozi sat under the eaves.

Looking at the water drops falling like bead curtains on the eaves, I also looked at the thin raindrops outside the bead curtains.

He was holding a jar of wine in his hand.

Wine is the painting spring.

The third lady asked her servant to deliver it today.

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

The third lady also said that she hoped that he would also go to Yunjibieye, not to treat her again, but because Yunjibieye was very big, but there were too few people, and she hoped that these last days would be more lively.

Sun Tuozi took a sip of wine and grinned. The third lady has really grown up, and she can actually say such things in such a scene——

The third lady likes to be clean.

She must hope that she can be with Li Chenan quietly in the days to come.

If this bad old man like me really goes there...that would be called being ignorant!

What's more, I can't go there for the time being.

He looked at the dark night sky, thinking that it was almost the end of the afternoon, and the literary meeting in the literary world should have begun.

This wine is very good.

But I can't drink anymore.

Drinking too much wine can cause trouble.

So, he took a final sip, stood up, and placed the wine jar on the herb cabinet in the left wing.

Holding a lantern, I looked carefully at this simple house where I had lived for several years. There were not many things, but they were all neatly arranged.

He didn't do this.

This is what Xiao Wu put up.

What Xiao Wu means is that it's neat and tidy, not only does it look better, but the herbs are also easier to find.

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

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

There was nothing more he could teach him about his medical skills.

There is a successor.

It can be said that he has lived up to the people who entrusted Xiao Wu to him.

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

He is so kind-hearted!

He doesn't kill people.

Just save people.

He saves people without asking about his identity. He really takes the words of a doctor’s parents into his heart.

I am old, but Xiao Wu is still young, and he still has a long way to go.

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

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

With this skill, you can live a lifetime of food and clothing.

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

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

I have lived a complete life in this life. My only regret is that I cannot cure Miss Third's illness.

This cannot be solved by medical skills.

This is controlled by fate.

But do your best and listen to fate. Tonight, I will go to the Treasure Pavilion in the palace for a walk.

It would be best to come back.

If I can't come back...

He took off two scimitars from the wall, put them on his waist, and walked out holding a lamp.

I hung the lantern in front of the door, took a deep breath of the faint scent of medicine floating in the yard, looked at the irritating lantern again, and blew it out anyway.

Because Xiao Wu will not come back tonight.

He stepped into the night rain.

Swallowed by the night as thick as ink.

Um,

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

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Next to the Literary Forum is Wenchang Temple.

There is an old temple in Wenchang Temple.

The white-haired old temple man burned a stick of incense, bowed respectfully three times, and then placed the incense in the incense burner in front of the statue of Emperor Wenchang.

He looked up at Emperor Wenchang's appearance in the dim light, and turned around after a moment.

Behind him stood a person—Chang Sun Jinghong.

He looked at Changsun Jinghong, stepped up, passed by Changsun Jinghong, and said:

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

His voice was a little sharp.

He used the word "miscellaneous family".

So, he is an old eunuch!

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

The old man named Wei San did not move out with his right foot.

But he didn't look back.

He looked at the night rain outside and said after a moment: "It seems that you have indeed put in some effort."

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the time is not bad. You can kill the Zajia family."

The corners of Changsun Jinghong’s mouth curled up slightly:

"You are already very old. It doesn't matter whether I kill you or not. You won't live much longer."

"You are from Yue!"

Changsun Jinghong did not draw his sword, but walked outside the door and looked at Ye Yu.

"But you have lived in Yong Country for twelve years!"

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

"There is a government office in Yue State called the Privy Council. And you were the leader of Group 7 of the Second Chamber of the Privy Council at that time!"

Changsun Jinghong slowly turned around and looked at Wei San.

Wei San's old face looked indifferent.

It seemed that what Changsun Jinghong said at this moment had nothing to do with him.

"Your life is very exciting, I'm afraid I can't tell it all in three days and three nights."

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

Changsun Jinghong looked at the literary forum not far next door and pointed, "I'm afraid the literary meeting over there has already started."
To be continued...