As soon as we met, Mo Liansheng pulled out a knife and stabbed me, demanding the recipe for the abortion-preserving medicine. Fortunately, my thugs showed up in time, and Mo Liansheng fled in a hurry.
When I returned to Kyoto, I was shocked to hear that someone had died after taking the medicine I prescribed. I understood that this was a ploy by Mo Liansheng to force me away. I had no choice but to escape overnight, leave Kyoto, and find a place to settle down in an unfamiliar countryside.
I am writing this letter to inform future generations: if you encounter members of the Mo family, do not open up to them.
Zhou Wu did not have much admiration for the Mo family's medical skills. He was just worried about what his ancestor, Doctor Zhou, had said in the letter home, and always wanted to find out the truth.
Friday wants to figure out what the connection is between that strange beast and General Nangong Xian!
And the legendary Mo Patriarch, was he a great doctor or a hypocrite? The question Song Fei had just raised made him think more. Could it be that Song Fei also knew some of the Mo family's hidden secrets?
After breakfast, the steward Mo Suiyun came to the dormitory building and asked someone to move the luggage of the Song Ci sisters and Mr. Zhou Wu to Beishan to live with the candidates from the Mo clan.
Song Ci and Song Fei still live in the same room.
The houses here were all four-story Western-style buildings, with four rooms on each floor. Song Ci and Song Fei's rooms were on the east side of the fourth floor. Downstairs was a morning exercise square, and next door were several residential buildings of the same design.
Lying on a soft Simmons bed, Song Ci scrolled through her phone while sighing, "We've finally returned from the Republican era to the 21st century."
Life without the internet is so boring!
Song Fei was holding the computer and chatting with Yan Jiang. Song Ci thought that Han Zhan was at work at the moment, so she didn't disturb Han Zhan. She was about to watch a movie when she received a WeChat message from Shen Yubei.
Teacher: [Have you practiced the piano recently? ]
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
These days, Song Ci was so focused on the exam that he didn't even touch the piano.
Song Ci said honestly: "Teacher, I was wrong. I will go practice the piano now."
Shen Yubei: [Ha!]
One word "ha" expresses disappointment and contempt.
There were no classes in the morning, so Song Ci didn't need to pretend to be Song Fei to go to class or deal with those members of the Mo family.
She quickly took out her violin, put on her windbreaker, and went to the hillside behind the mountain to practice. Song Ci stood on a large rock, looked around at the surrounding mountains, and then she slowly exhaled, then picked up the violin and started playing.
As soon as Song Ci's piano music sounded, it attracted the attention of the young people in the Mo family.
Mo Fengying was trying to develop a new medicine, but she was always unsuccessful. Hearing the sound of a zither playing in the back hills, she put the ground herbs into a small glass bottle, got up, left the house, and went to the back hills.
Seeing a woman in a red windbreaker from afar, Mo Fengying recognized her as Song Ci at a glance. No one in the Mo clan had Song Ci's figure and talent.
Mo Fengying waited until Song Ci finished playing a song before walking over.
"In our Mo family, no one can play the violin. Madam Han, you play the violin so beautifully." Mo Fengying stared at Song Ci's violin curiously and saw the words "Civil Treasure" engraved on the violin.
Mo Fengying guessed that the zither was given to Song Ci by Han Zhan, and immediately smelled the sour smell of love.
Seeing that Mo Fengying seemed quite interested in the violin, Song Ci asked her, "Do you want to try it?"
Mo Fengying was flattered, "Can I?"
"Try it, it's okay."
Mo Fengying didn't know how to hold the violin, so Song Ci taught her how to do it. After Mo Fengying learned how to hold the violin, she took the bow and tried to play it.
The sound of sawing wood came out from the violin. Song Ci's spirit trembled at the sound.
Mo Fengying's pretty face turned red, and she quickly returned the violin to Song Ci. She lowered her head, her face red all the way to her neck.
"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you." Mo Fengying thought playing the zither was a simple matter. Song Ci's string instrument could easily produce beautiful rhythms. But when it came to her hands, it was like sawing wood.
Song Ci said: "It doesn't matter. My wife had the same effect when she tried playing the violin for the first time."
Hearing this, Mo Fengying's embarrassment finally faded. She suddenly started coughing, and couldn't stop, coughing so hard that she was shaking. Song Ci quickly stroked her back, and after a while, Mo Fengying finally stopped.
She coughed for a while, and now her cheeks and throat were pink, and the corners of her eyes were red with tears in them. She looked so pitiful.
Song Ci waited until Mo Fengying calmed down before saying, "Your cold is quite serious. Why don't you take some medicine?"
Mo Fengying shook her head, her face filled with dejection. She said, "I've had poor health since I was a child. I've always been sick, and even medicine can't help."
The children of the cursed family head will always be like this.
"The Mo family has so many great doctors, but is there no doctor who can cure you? I heard that the old patriarch of the Mo family is very powerful and has excellent medical skills. Can't he cure your illness?"
How could Mo Fengying tell Song Ci that she was a cursed child? In fact, it wasn't just her, her father and her grandfather were also cursed children.
However, they all found suitable medicine people and successfully made it to the age of 25. However, by her generation's turn, the medicine people were almost extinct. If the medicine woman's life was taken for her, it would be a huge loss.
It was difficult for Mo Suixin to choose between the future of the Mo clan and his daughter's life.
Mo Fengying shook her head and said calmly, "I have a weak constitution, it's just my nature. Even my grandfather can't cure me."
Song Ci nodded and said, "It's hard for you too."
Mo Fengying laughed weakly, and just as she was about to say something, she started coughing again. Song Ci stood behind her, watching her sickness with cold eyes. No one knew what she was thinking.
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