imperial psychologist

Chapter 673
Looking at the three names on the book cover, Bo Ling suddenly felt strangely moved.

With a bit of reluctance, Bo Ling looked at these three names over and over again.

They are written together like this, as if it is also a kind of reunion.

"Bai Ling..." Li Yiru repeated the name, recalling the words of the sister in the ruined temple earlier, he suddenly realized, "Ah, that's the sister in Pingjing, right?"

"Yes." The boss replied, and couldn't help sighing again, "The old doctor's family is too miserable. First, her daughter accidentally fell into the water while on a cruise in the capital and drowned. Later, she and her son fell into the cliff together. ...It’s a good thing that this set of books is still there, otherwise there would really be nothing left.”

"Drowning..." Li Yiru frowned suspiciously—this statement was different from the elder sister in the ruined temple.

"How did you get this book?" Bai Ling raised his head and asked, "The old doctor and the others were escorted to Jiangzhou. There should be no time to clean up the manuscript..."

The owner of the bookstore glanced at Bo Ling and said with a smile, "You've got the point."

Bo Ling raised his head in a daze and waited for the answer. The owner of the bookstore had already gently opened the title page.

"The original manuscript of this book was not brought by the old imperial physician," he handed the book in front of Bai Ling, "it was sent by an old friend of theirs in Pingjing, Jiangzhou. The money is not even a penny, and it is also the generosity of this old friend..."

Bo Ling glanced at the pages of the book opened for her by the owner of the bookstore, which was the opening preface left by this "old friend".

The preface is very short, only a few lines, and the whole article does not talk about myself, but only says that I have always been good friends with the Bai family, and now I feel honored to be able to sponsor the publication of these dozen volumes of medical books.

After reading it several times, Bo Ling couldn't figure out who this person was, until the owner of the bookstore turned the page, and Bo Ling saw that the inscription read——Yan Jiuzheng.

Yan Jiuzheng...

Bai Ling frowned slightly.

During these years in Pingjing, where did she have any friends named Yan...

Looking at this name, Bo Ling always felt a vague sense of familiarity.

Yan Jiuzheng...

She repeated the name secretly in her heart, carefully searching for the source of this familiarity.

Suddenly, Bo Ling felt a flash of fire in his heart, and the deep voice of "Floating for righteousness" was still in his ears, and the eyes of the young man who was determined to go north were burning, as if it happened yesterday.

Yan Jiuzheng...

Zheng... Zeng... Zeng Jiuyan?

For a moment, all the confusion and incomprehension were pierced by this blessed thought.

Zeng Jiuyan!That's right, it's Jiuyan!

Bai Ling took a deep breath—yes, when she was imprisoned in the small courtyard, Zeng Jiuyan took Bai Shijun and Bai Yi to live in her house, and the manuscript must have been at that time... Thinking of this, Bo Ling only felt a burst of tightness in his chest, and his eyes became moist again.

The owner of the bookstore looked at Bai Ling's expression, thinking that she was saddened by the death of the old doctor's family, and sighed, "Dead people can't be resurrected, sorry."

Bo Ling was filled with grief and joy for a moment, and obviously wanted to laugh, but felt a lump in his throat, so he nodded with a complicated expression.

"Puningfang was one of the old warehouses where diphtheria patients were housed three years ago," the owner of the bookstore said, "Go to the east of Puningfang, where there are still the ancestral halls of two imperial doctors. It's getting late, and you can't go to the Clothes Tomb outside the city, if you want to worship, go there and have a look."

Bo Ling thanked the owner of the bookstore several times, and they headed east after leaving the house. During this time, Mucheng and Li Yiru didn't speak, and Bo Ling walked in the front without turning back once.But the two people in the back also knew that Brother Wei was probably crying again seeing the gesture of wiping their faces frequently.

But Li Yiru often sheds tears... Mu Cheng is no stranger to this.

Dare to feel that today's young people don't care what men don't cry easily.

After a while, a few people finally found the "ancestral hall" mentioned by the owner of the bookstore. They thought it would be a temple, but after arriving, they found that the "ancestral hall" was just a two-meter-square stone sculpture.

This stone sculpture is about the height of a person. The base of the stone pier is carved with a rosette, and above it is a temple made of stone. There are two people standing there in the temple—probably Bai Shijun and Bai Yi.

In front of the "temple gate" is a square stone furnace with slowly burning incense inside.

It seems that even today, people still come here to pray.

Li Yiru led the horse to the stele near the stone sculpture, and read it in the last light of the evening.

Mu Cheng looked left and right, but he couldn't find a "ancestral hall" after searching for a long time.

"Could it be here?" Mu Cheng muttered to himself.

"...Yes, look at this side," Li Yiru led Mu and Bai to look at the stele, "in the fourth year of Ming Dynasty, when the epidemic gradually subsided, the people once proposed to build a living ancestral hall for them in the city, but they were rejected by the father and son. The two sternly refused. Unexpectedly, less than a month later, the two died. Taking into account the two people's unwillingness to make large-scale construction projects during their lifetime, the people erected a stone statue here to show their respect for the two imperial physicians. Mourn."

In the curling green smoke, Bo Ling looked at Bai Shijun and Bai Yi, who were made of stone, put his hands together and bowed.

Behind Li Yiru and Mu Cheng also saluted in the same way.

It was getting late, and there was a curfew soon, and the few people could not stay any longer.

On the way back, Li Yiru looked up at the bright moon and unconsciously sighed several times. Bai Ling turned to look at him, "What's the matter? I heard you sigh all the time on the way."

Li Yiru looked solemn, looked at Bai Ling, and said seriously, "Has Songqing ever thought about how to live this life?"

Bo Ling froze for a moment, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"I'm actually a little envious of those two doctors just now," Li Yiru lowered his eyes, his expression a little dull, "Although he died, he lived a more worthwhile life than many people."

Mu Cheng beside him smiled softly.

Li Yiru looked over, "What are you laughing at, Brother Mu?"

"I envy you for being young, you can still think about how to live your whole life." Mu Cheng replied with a smile, "I only have half my life left."

Li Yiru also laughed, "Brother Mu can also think about how to live the rest of his life."

"Don't think about it," Mu Cheng looked at the road ahead, heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes became more tender, "When we arrive in Zhuozhou, we will spend a good time with our wives and children, and I will go wherever they go. Not separated either."

"It's no wonder Brother Mu is in such a hurry along the way," Bai Ling said with a smile, "It turns out that my sister-in-law is in Zhuozhou."

Mu Cheng laughed, and looked at Bai Ling and Li Yiru, "You two are not young anymore, have you not been engaged by your family?"

Bo Ling was still thinking about how to answer, but Li Yiru had already spoken.

"It's booked," Li Yiru replied, "otherwise I can run away?"

Bo Ling and Mu Cheng stopped at the same time, looked at the young man, "...you escaped from marriage?"

(End of this chapter)