Master is a white moonlight

Because Shen Han was fined to copy "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" ten times, he had to copy at least one month.Moreover, Master Mei's words must be copied completely before he is allowed to go down the mountain.

Therefore, during this month, both Shen Han and Leng Yijiao lived in Yunzhuhai.

Leng Yizhen likes this place very much, because there are mountains and waters, flowers and trees here, the key is that he can accompany Shen Han to copy "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" every day.

Every day, Leng Yijiao would go to pay his respects to Master Mei, but every time he would be turned away by Master Mei.

But Leng Yijiao still didn't give up, and one day before going down the mountain, Master Mei finally didn't close the door tightly again.

With a "creak", the door was pushed open by Master Mei.

"Master...morning!" Leng Yijiao never thought that Master Mei would be willing to see him today, and he was a little panicked.

"Let's go to the medicine store." Master Mei stood in green at the door of the room, his attitude softened significantly, "I have something to tell you."

"Yes, Master!" Leng Yizhen nodded his head heavily, unable to hide the joy on his face.

After Master Mei took a step ahead, Leng Yijiao followed behind Master Mei and walked in the direction of the medicine store.

The medicine storehouse is not far from Master Mei's room, it is located in the corner on the east side of the bamboo sea.

The Mei clan is well-known for its high medical skills, and the clan's traditional Chinese medicine storehouse stores all the herbs that can be named in this world.

Of course, there are many unheard of and unseen miracle medicines.

Standing at the door of the medicine store, Master Mei took the key from his waist.It was inserted into the keyhole and turned clockwise twice.

"Come in." Master Mei put away the keys in his hand, pushed open the door with both hands, turned around and glanced at Leng Yizhen behind him.

"Yes." Leng Yijiao replied respectfully, stepped over the threshold, and followed Master Mei, and the two of them entered the medicine storehouse one after the other.

The room was very large, and there were four large medicine cabinets taller than a person in the room, standing in the four corners of the room.

Master Mei walked straight towards the big medicine cabinet on the east side, and when he got close, he stood in front of the medicine cabinet.

His gaze swept across a row of medicine drawers, and finally landed on the ninth drawer from east to west and from north to south.

Master Mei stretched out his hand to open the drawer, took out a small rosewood box from the drawer, and held it in his hand.

Leng Yijiao stood quietly on the spot, staring at the back of Master Mei not daring to make a sound, waiting patiently for Master Mei to speak first.

Master Mei turned around, holding a rosewood box in his hand, and walked straight to the desk next to the window.

He casually placed the rosewood box on the desk, lifted the hem of the robe with one hand, and sat on the chair.

"Princess, please open it and take a look." Sitting upright behind the desk, Master Mei pointed to the red sandalwood box on the desk.

"Yes, Master." Leng Yijiao replied politely, and took a few steps forward.

He picked up the red sandalwood box on the desk, put it in his eyes and opened it.

Inside the red sandalwood box lies a small black pill, the ingredients of which cannot be discerned with the naked eye.

"Master, this is?" Leng Yijiao looked down at the pills in the wooden box, then raised his head to look at Master Mei, and asked in doubt.

"This is the elixir for my Mei family to practice the art of immortality." The holy master Mei looked at Leng Yizhen and said seriously, "You are my disciple of the Mei family and Han'er's first wife. Naturally, I should give it to you This elixir is to help you cultivate an immortal body."

"...." Leng Yizhen didn't react for a while, but when he did, he was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

"Thank you...Master." Leng Yijiao leaned over and saluted the holy master with eyebrows.While bending over, the tears in the corners of his eyes slipped quietly.

Leng Yijiao was very moved, not only because he got the elixir of immortality.What's more, he got the approval of Master Mei, and recognized his identity as a disciple of the Mei family and Shen Han's wife.

........

Youshi, in the Library Pavilion.

Dressed in white, Shen Han sat quietly in front of the desk, and had silently written "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" for nearly two hours.

Shen Han put the brush on the inkstone beside him, rubbed his sore wrist, and turned his head to look at Leng Yizhen who was sleeping soundly on the bamboo couch.

In the morning, Leng Yizhen happily came to see her, and said that Master had given her a pill that could make her immortal.

Shen Han's hanging heart was finally let go, if this King An passed the test smoothly, he would be able to take Leng Yijiao to travel around the world without any worries.

Suddenly, there were a few sounds of birds flapping their wings outside the window.

Shen Han withdrew his gaze from Leng Yijiao, got up and walked towards the window.

Shen Han, dressed in white, stood in front of the window, with a "creak", pushed open the window with one hand, and stretched out his hand to the carrier pigeon.

"Cuckoo.....Cuckoo..." The homing pigeon folded its fluttering wings and landed in Shen Han's palm.

Shen Han stretched out his arm, took out the cloth strip from the bamboo tube on the carrier pigeon's leg, and "throwed" the carrier pigeon back into the sky.

With lowered brows and eyes, Shen Han slowly unfolded the cloth strip in his hand in front of his eyes.

There are only three simple words on the cloth strip: An Wangshun.

When Shen Han saw these three words, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Since Shen Han came to Yunzhuhai, he sent Yingying to lurk in King An's palace.

Shadow, in the form of flying pigeons, reported King An's actions to the high priest in the bamboo sea.

During this month, Shen Han kept creating various big and small tests, using them to test King An's disposition and ability.

Fortunately, Wang An passed all the tests tailored for him by the high priest without knowing it.

This last test is also the key to testing people's hearts.King An finally lived up to the expectations of the high priest and passed the test smoothly.

At first, Shen Han was always worried, but at this moment his heart finally let go.

"What are you looking at?" Leng Yijiao's voice suddenly sounded from behind, with a little laziness in his tone.

Shen Han turned around, handed the cloth strip to Leng Yikan generously, and said softly, "Look, look."

Leng Yijiao frowned slightly, took the cloth strip that Shen Han handed to him, spread it out in his hands, and silently read the three words on the cloth strip.

Leng Yizhen put away the cloth, looked up at Shen Han, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with King An?"

"Xiao'er, it's a long story, let's sit down and talk slowly." Shen Han took Leng Yixuan's hand and walked towards the low wooden table beside him.

The two sat opposite each other, and Shen Han told Leng Yijiao all the details of the strategy.

Shen Han asked General Chen to pretend to submit to King An, and hinted that he could help him rebel and force the palace. Such a big temptation was placed in front of King An.

Not only did King An not intend to rebel, but he also said something from the bottom of his heart to General Chen. It was these words that made the high priest decide to hand over Daji Jiangshan to King An.

"Now that the country of Daji is peaceful and the people are safe, this king is both the prince of Daji and the people of Daji. I don't want to increase the war and sacrifice the lives of the people of Ji for my own selfish desires."

"No matter who sits in the Great Ji Jiangshan, as long as he is a wise and holy monarch, it is no different to this king."

Leng Yizhen sat quietly on the bamboo chair and listened carefully to Shen Han's explanation of the whole strategy.

"So, can King An really take on this great responsibility?" Leng Yizhen asked with his hands on his chin, looking at Shen Han in front of him.

"In this peaceful and prosperous world, what Daji needs is a benevolent king." Shen Han stood up, walked slowly to the window, and pushed open another half-closed window with one hand.

"Although King An's ability to govern the country is not too superior, it is valuable that he has a heart for the world." Shen Han looked at the willow branches outside the window and said seriously, "Naturally, as a husband, he will also assist King An It will take some time before you can travel with peace of mind."

"Yunyou?" Hearing this, Leng Yizhen stood up abruptly, and followed him to the window, "Where are you going?"

"Daji has a vast territory, and there are many places that my husband has never been to." Shen Han turned around, looking at Leng Yijiao with affectionate eyes, "Jian'er, would you like to travel the great land of Ji with my husband?"

"Yes!" Leng Yizhen blurted out without thinking.

"Kan'er said that day that he wanted to get drunk with peach blossoms, why don't you accompany him to pick peach blossoms?" Shen Han asked softly with a gentle smile on his lips.

"But my high priest, don't forget that you haven't finished copying "Treatise" yet."

"It doesn't matter." Shen Han hugged Leng Yijiao's slender waist, pulled Leng Yijiao into his arms, and said softly, "Give my husband another hour and I can finish copying everything."

Leng Yizhen's pair of autumn water cut pupils glowed with light waves, and quickly kissed the corner of Shen Han's lips.

He wanted to evacuate quickly, but Shen Han held his lips tightly and tightened his arms around his waist.

In late autumn, the stream is murmuring.

The afterglow of the setting sun is scattered on the water surface one after another, sparkling, and the peach blossoms on the branches spit out their stamens, competing for beauty.

The two went back to the room, and one of them stood under the peach tree with a bamboo basket in his arm.

"Shen Han, you pick those peach blossoms that are blooming brightly, so that the wine you make will be better!" Leng Yizhen, holding a bamboo basket, looked up at the pink peach blossoms in the tree in front of him, then turned to look at the peach blossoms not far away. Shen Han shouted.

"Okay." Shen Han returned Leng Yizheng with a gentle smile, and his fingertips with distinct bone rings lingered among a row of pink peach blossoms.Finally, it landed on a peach blossom that was in full bloom and picked it off.

Shen Han didn't put the peach blossoms into the bamboo basket, but put down the bamboo basket in his arms, and approached Leng Yijiao not far away.

"Xian'er." Standing behind Leng Yijian, Shen Han called softly, the voice was as gentle as water.

Hearing the sound, Leng Yizhen turned around, but the words in his mouth hadn't come out yet.Suddenly his lips felt cold, and Shen Han blocked the corners of his lips with his mouth.

Leng Yizhen blinked his almond eyes, and wrapped his arms around Shen Han's neck, extending the kiss between them.

After the kiss was over, the two looked at each other with deep affection in their eyes, and their chests heaved slightly.

"Xian'er, look." Shen Han turned sideways and gave a high five to the row of peach trees on the opposite bank.

In an instant, pink petals were falling from a row of peach trees.Being swept by the wind, it was like a rain of pink flowers in the air.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" Leng Yizheng looked towards the opposite bank upon hearing the sound, and was fascinated by the pink flower rain not far away.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it!"

"No matter how beautiful a peach blossom is, it's not half as beautiful as Jian'er." Shen Han said, pinning the peach blossom in Leng Yijiao's hair, and showing a gentle smile like moonlight at Leng Yijiao.

"My high priest, your mouth must have been smeared with honey." Leng Yizhen chuckled, wrapping her arms around Shen Han's neck.

"As a husband, I only talk sweetly to Jian'er." Shen Han looked at Leng Yikan with affection in his eyes, and his voice was as gentle as water, "And he only devoted his love to Jian'er."

The rain of pink flowers on the opposite bank is still falling from time to time, pieces of pink petals fall to the water surface one after another, and the falling flowers are colorful.

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