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Zhou Tan even wrapped the blanket up to his forehead, his eyes were darkened: "I'm fast asleep."

The city became lively, and in the morning the streets shouted together, and the neighbors and neighbors heard the "Pear Blossom Tide".

The swallows carrying the letter kept flying from the beams, carrying a hint of the snow that had just arrived, and flew south.

Zhou Tan flipped through his medical textbooks in the half-dark sky, his drowsy eyes were propped up with his hands to keep them from closing.

The tip of his nose kept bumping downwards, full of medical theories and medicinal herb drawings, also rampaging in his head.

Remember that although you are clear, when the medicine is used, you have to carefully consider whether it is the right one to use.

Few people have taught him systematic pharmacology, but he can heal himself after a long illness, and there are very few people who can be trusted inside and outside the palace.

He used a bowl to pound the medicinal herbs to escape the cold, and the jade pestle chiseled through the leaves and roots, splashing a little bit of dark green juice, accompanied by an extremely hot smell, straight to the door.

Zhou Tan was so choked that he couldn't control himself, and rested his two fingers on the page, shaking for a while.

Yuzhua leaned over with its round head tilted, and a few hairs rubbed against the back of his hand tremblingly. Zhou Tan laughed, pushed its head away, and continued to turn over the heavy pages of the book.

The clock at the top of the city struck a few times to tell the time.

Datura was thrown into the cold palace, and the materials used temporarily were not so aggressive, and the hidden wounds were not too sharp, and it all depended on the small bowl that pounded medicine toiled day and night.

This wind has been with it for more than ten years, and it was put in the mouth of the doctor, it is the poisonous root in the womb, even if you take care of it in the middle tent, you can't find such a delicate Nanjun medicinal plant, grind it up and use it as medicine.

Nanzhi is only produced in the south of the Yanshen River. It is a delicate herb, and it is too picky about the wind and water in the place where it is produced.

Ma Feng was carrying the medicine box, her modest body was just higher than the window, she raised her hands: "Today's weight, but ah, if you continue to use it, there will be no stock in your box, sir."

"Use it..." Zhou Tan rubbed her head and took the heavy medicine box: "Why don't you drink your thick milk tea today?"

"I won't grow taller..." She was dying, pointing to the sky and saying, "I've done the math."

"The majesty said that you are the best at calculating the season of farming and mulberry. It is possible to make a mistake in this kind of thing." Zhou Tan comforted her: "Be careful."

"However, the Qianfeng Battalion does not accept such short people..." Ma Feng muttered and walked back: "Learning to watch the stars is so tiring."

When He Lianyun walked in, the person and eagle at the table were half asleep.Zhou Tan rested his chin on his plush head, and his fingertips were still resting on the pages of the book, unconsciously rubbing them up and down.The eagle curled up in the nest of his neck, and occasionally flapped its wings in sleep.

The slight movement woke up Yuzhuo first, it jumped a few steps hesitantly, looked at it, stumbled a few steps, and walked away.

"Why don't you go to bed?" He Lianyun stretched out his palm to support Zhou Tan's slammed chin, a little bit of flesh wrapped around the bone, and his chin was hitting his open palm.

"Book, the book hasn't been finished yet." Opening his eyes, Zhou Tan didn't move his chin in mid-air, and grabbed the page that was sliding down again.

"The car is parked outside, it's time to go." He Lianyun slightly bowed his body, and saw fragmentary annotations and notes on the flat pages.

He can't figure out the words and sentences on the page, but he can tell that most of them are related to himself, and the rest are related to avoiding the cold and repelling the epidemic.

The handwriting is very light, and there is a silent emphasis.

He Lianyun's arm was propped on the table, just enough to hold the person at the desk under the shadow. Zhou Tan seemed to have not fully woken up, his eyes were covered with fog, and the edge of the figure was painted by the light. He was in the long silence. Li woke up suddenly and said, "Okay."

The sound of horseshoes and trailers gradually sounded, followed by human voices and fluttering birds. Most of the horses and chariots were packed, and Zhou Tan arched into the thick curtain with the small box he carried with him, and sat down. The half-turned book slipped out again under the arm.

This Nanjun-style carved car was newly wrapped with a thick layer of iron clothes, like iron armor, tailor-made.

Several strange-looking carriages followed behind, and a group of Hanhai horses with their saddles and burdens on their backs kicked and stepped in a line.

He Lianyun no longer rode the horse, he turned over and opened the curtain, and sat down opposite Zhou Tan.

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Botou Mohua reappeared in the rivers and lakes, causing some unusual waves in this courtyard. Their believers have always been good at hiding, and they will never show their true colors until the end of the world.

Haiyinlian was born in Yunzhou and the governor was in Yunzhou. A boat took her around and sent her to Xuerongchun Garden in the capital.

This song building has been confirmed as the foothold of Botou Mohua, but there are not half of the people inside, and there is no witness to be caught.

Yu Jinyan was still sitting on a stack of letters, and there were two eye-catching blue and black lines in front of his eyes. The merchant ship was almost a ghost image. It disappeared from the Yunzhou Pass and reappeared, but it was at sea.

There is no way to map out its route to Beijing, let alone know who Haiyinlian met or heard before committing suicide, and whether she committed suicide willingly on the street.

According to the only remaining insiders, she was a docile, quiet girl who was the complete opposite of her dazzling appearance.Like, there's nothing left to investigate.

"Since there is nothing, there is no way to know..." Yu Jinyan said suddenly: "Why don't you send a message to Yanyun Tower."

"No need..." Lu Chengyan said: "No need for now, let her go to the ground, and as for the file, let Dali Temple finish it."

Whether it is for the emperor or the Dali Temple waiting for the end, there is nothing to dig out in this case. No matter how many people and things are involved behind Haiyinlian, it is enough to conclude that she committed suicide .

The conclusion of the coffin is covered by a handful of soil.Botou Mohua was not considered a serious matter by Dali Temple. After all, half of the elite were mobilized for the killing back then, and not even an ant escaped from the Dongzhou stronghold, leaving a trace of resurgent ashes for no reason.

"We should find an excuse to meet Song Guifei."

"Wait for that..." Yu Jinyan pouted towards the wall: "Go to the palace to enjoy the flowers on a different shift."

There are always a few times a month for viewing flowers in the garden, although there are no flowers still blooming at this time, most of the viewings are novel objects tributed from various places.Yu Qinghe followed the signal and jumped off the courtyard wall, splashing dust all over the place.

"On the [-]th day of every month, we have to enjoy the flowers, and even the ladies of the official family can't escape..." She rubbed the putty on her knuckles, and her neck made a clicking sound: "Whether you are embroidering at home or racing around the city , I have to go through the motions to save gossip, and I will go tomorrow. But that being said, there may be no traces on his finger, what can we find out?"

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The road was not smooth, the carriages and horses were shaking non-stop, Zhou Tan held the cup between his hands, the tea that had been brewing for a long time was filled with thick milk by Ma Feng, and it became a novelty that no one had tasted before.

"How does it taste?" He Lianyun closed the page and asked him.

"It's very sweet." Zhou Tan shook the cup slowly, and there were a few tiny marks on the tip of his nose. He rubbed against the plush soft blanket piled up behind him, thinking that he hadn't finished reading the medical book today.

"It's too dark..." He Lianyun stuffed the book back into the box in the corner: "It's not too late to read it tomorrow."

"Will it still hurt?" Zhou Tan asked with his hands empty.

"hardly."

It seemed that the wind was blowing too strongly tonight, Zhou Tan disliked the heavy soft blanket, he dawdled towards the opposite side, as if there was not enough room for him to roll around in the spacious carriage.

"what happened?"

"It's so cold." He shrugged the tip of his nose, and a layer of red slowly climbed up.The city of Yujing, which is humid all year round, did not give him a pair of thick skins to resist the cold wave. The wind blows on his body until he knows the cold. It is impossible to talk about wars on paper, and even his head has to be shrunk into the blanket.

He Lianyun was funny, but towards him, he spread out his warm arms.

Zhou Tan squatted on the ground, his chin resting on his arm, his toes were already numb, and he didn't move at all. He was wrapped in a woolen blanket, and he still had to crave that bit of living warmth.

Zhou Tan rubbed against his body, intentionally or unintentionally, getting closer.

But this scene is really embarrassing. The space is not too big after all. There is no extra chair for him to sit on. His knees feel numb when he gets close to him, and his back feels cold when he is far away. The shadow of the world reappeared.

Squatting is neither kneeling nor neither, but the body is always twisted and uncomfortable.He Lianyun saw his frown furrowed more and more, and finally let go of his arms, the heat left suddenly, before he could speak dissatisfiedly.He Lianyun even brought a blanket to wrap his knees.

The legs were relaxed, but the face was numb.It was too close, so close that the subtle sounds of the chest were extremely clear.Zhou Tan's mind was blank, but his chin subconsciously rested on the only place it could rest.

He can never be said to be familiar with flirting, you can only find it when you get close, but the erratic eyes are actually too cold to hold anything.

Langjun's passionate eyes are all because of his eyes that are clouded and foggy. He Lianyun has been with him for a long time, and he naturally finds that it is like this when he can't wake up, and he can't see the distance clearly. Make your eyelashes half-down with some affection.

But he seemed to be doing it on purpose, He Lianyun looked back at Zhou Tan in the slight wind.The shoulders were slightly heavy, Zhou Tan's eyes were still open, but he didn't dare to look at him directly.

Instead, something rubbed against it, a jerky, viscous touch, a little warm and soft.

At first, He Lianyun didn't realize that he bumped into something, and then he found that the sky fire in the field was burning from head to toe, he subconsciously wanted to push it away, but the faint fragrance that seemed to be able to consume everything enveloped his nostrils again.

Zhou Tan even wrapped the blanket up to his forehead, his eyes were darkened: "I'm fast asleep."

The author says:

Thank you so much... stay safe and healthy everyone.

The intimate scene is really killing me, a single person who has been single for thousands of years.

Tan Lang: Help me up, I can still learn.

Ma Feng: the pioneer of homemade milk tea hahaha