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The dumb servant can be said to be the housekeeper of the pharmacy, even in the absence of the master, he can handle things properly.

The courtyard is covered with white banners, and elegiac couplets are pasted on the pillars on both sides of the main house entrance.

According to the rules, people who have just passed away have to stay at home for seven days before they can be buried. Therefore, Feng Huanlin has not yet been encoffined at this time, and the body is temporarily placed on his original bed in the main room.The dumb servant simply arranged the main room as a mourning hall.

When Shu Dianhe walked into the main room, a huge black and white inscription came into view, and the two sticks of white wax on the table had just been half burnt.The paper money in the copper basin in front of the altar was still unburned, with speckled sparks and a puff of thick smoke from time to time.

In a trance, she seemed to be able to hear the cough of the master.

Shu Dianhe held the door frame with one hand, pale face, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Dumb, how many days has Master passed away?"

The dumb servant could read lips, and extended a slap and a finger in front of Shu Dianhe: "Six days."

"Then how many days have I been in a coma?"

The dumb servant put away three fingers: "Three days."

Six days, as soon as today is over, the master will be buried in the ground for peace.

Shu Dianhe gave a bleak smile, she could still catch the last look when she woke up, if it was later, she might not even be able to see the last face of the master.Before the master died, the only apprentice did not serve him, how unfilial she was.

Shu Dian closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while, the sad emotions in his eyes had been hidden, he dragged his heavy steps, and slowly approached the bed, as if he was afraid of waking up a sleeping person.

Feng Huanlin on the bed, his eyes were closed, his face was peaceful, his lips were slightly white, he was breathless, his long beard was combed neatly, his armpits were covered with a thin quilt, and he was wearing his usual favorite suit robe.If someone who didn't know him saw his appearance, he would think he was just asleep.

Shu Dian folded his legs and knelt straight in front of the bed. The dumb servant's body froze for a moment, but then relaxed helplessly.

Master's health has always been poor, life and death are impermanent, Shu Dianhe has long expected this day.It's just that I didn't expect that I would be called to Kyoto suddenly to treat a noble person who couldn't refuse.If I can come back sooner, I won't miss the master...Why can't I be faster?

She gently took Feng Huanlin's hand from under the thin quilt.

This hand, which once stroked her head, pointed out medical books carefully for her, held her hand to pick up the weighing scale, and led her step by step into the hospital, but now it has lost the warmth of the past.

She wanted to cry but had no tears, all the grief was blocked in her heart for a while, unable to vent, she could only firmly hold Feng Huanlin's hand, her cheek was pressed against it, her eyes were red and tearing.

The dumb servant looked at Shu Dianhe's thin back. The child he had grown up with was now facing the great grief of losing a loved one. He wanted to persuade her, but he couldn't make a sound. He jumped up and down angrily, mixed black and white The hair is messed up.

He suddenly thought of something, paused, rushed to the bookcase next to the bed, took a wooden box from it, and stuffed it into Shu Dianhe's arms.

Shu Dianhe reacted slightly, and raised his head slowly: "What is this?"

The dumb servant frantically gestured and stroked, and then made the movement of writing.

"Is this the suicide note my master left me?"

The dumb servant nodded quickly.

Shu Dianhe let go of Feng Huanlin's hand, stuffed it back to its original position, covered the quilt carefully, and opened the box.

At first glance, I saw the envelope contained in the box. There was no name written on the red background, but if it wasn't for Shu Dianhe, who would it be?The dumb servant was always by Feng Huanlin's side, so he didn't need to write his last words in letters.

Shu Dianhe opened the letter with trembling hands, and the handwriting that was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with came into his eyes, full of worries and careful instructions for Shu Dianhe's future.The wooden box slid down her robe to the floor.

"The temple is my disciple:

Recently, the mountains have warmed up, and I often miss the taste of pure soup of wild wild vegetables in the mountains when I lie on the couch for my teacher.When you were a child, you went up the mountain with me, crying and screaming, and I didn’t have any children under my knees, so I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I could only pick wild wild vegetables to make juice or cook porridge for food, so that you could fill your stomach with water and feel at ease.Suddenly more than ten years ago, you are already young, not the child of the past.However, when you went to Beijing, you cared about your teacher day and night. Fang felt that children were like the heart and soul of the teacher. If you traveled far away, you would be unable to stop thinking about it day and night.

I wanted to wait for you to return, but as a teacher, my body is getting worse and worse, and the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dying.As a teacher, I often say that life and death have destiny, so I don't want to think about this crippled body. There is only one thing I want to tell you.

You often ask my teacher where is my family, and my teacher always says that there will be a day of reunion.But suddenly getting old and sick, I can only tell you the truth.You were not picked up by your teacher, but entrusted by my younger brother.

On October [-]th of the seventh year of Yongkang, I was working in a thatched cottage in the suburbs of Beijing to make medicine. My younger brother Mingye came here on a gallop, with disheveled clothes on his back, holding a one or two-year-old girl in his arms and knocking on the door.After seeing me, she cried and worshiped, and entrusted the girl to me, asking me to protect her with death, and to go away with the child and not return to Beijing.When I answered, all the riders embraced my brother and went away without any further news.I don't know where you came from back then.The only clue is an item left by my brother.Hidden in the medical book, put it in the box with this letter, and return it to you now.The workmanship of this object is exquisite, but the teacher is superficial, so I can only know that this is not something that ordinary craftsmen can make, and it should be something in the inner courtyard of the palace.If you want to know your own life experience, you must go to the capital to find out.Remember my teacher's instructions before you leave..."

Shu Dianhe reached out to retrieve the wooden box, and inside it was a medical book compiled by Feng Huanlin's life experience.She was too impatient just now, so she didn't notice.

She took out the medical book, and the jade lock hidden in the medical book, took it out, and landed in Shu Dianhe's palm impartially.

Looking at the jade lock in his palm, Shu Dianhe's pupils shrank suddenly, because this jade lock was exactly the same as the one the princess gave her.Is it a coincidence?Is there a reason?After being surprised, she put the question aside for now and continued to read the letter.

"...Life and death are up to fate. As a teacher, I knew that my lifespan was approaching. I am afraid that the time limit is not far away. If you come back, the teacher has already gone, don't be sad and don't worry about it. I hope you can uphold the ambition of being a teacher, save the world and help others, don't worry about it. Let medical skills go to waste."

After reading the letter together, Shu Dian held the jade lock and the letter paper tightly in his hands, put his arms on his knees, and lowered his head. The dumb slave saw her shoulders trembling faintly from behind.

When the top of the mountain is covered with white paper, crows cry, and white flags dance with the wind, it is the time when the flesh and blood of the world are separated.

The freshly excavated loess is still wet, and Feng Huanlin's name is engraved on the newly erected stone tablet, and the ink has not yet dried up.

Shu Dianhe, who was dressed in filial piety, knelt in front of Feng Huanlin's grave, unwilling to get up for a long time, the dumb servant patted her on the shoulder, indicating that it was time for her to go back.

Shu Dian was as motionless as a mountain, his eyes were lifeless, as if his soul had gone with his master, the dumb servant sighed and could only let her go.

Shu Dianhe knelt in front of Feng Huanlin's tomb for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, until he passed out again and was rescued by the dumb servant.

When Shu Dianhe woke up again, he had already recovered from the great sadness. He accidentally touched the hard object in his sleeve and took it out.

She stared at the two identical jade locks in front of her, lost in thought.

One of the jade locks was told in the master's suicide note that it was related to her life experience.

The other one was given to her by the princess. The princess said that this jade lock was given by the prince when she was five years old.So where did the prince's jade lock come from?What does the prince have to do with him?

The two jade locks are not only identical in appearance, but even in details, it is not difficult to see that they were made by the same craftsman.Where is the craftsman who carved these two jade locks now?Is it still alive?Is it in the palace?

Why did the jade locks, which were supposed to be a pair, get separated?

Because of the letter that the master gave her before, when she was in the palace, she deliberately used Feng Huansen's name to ask the imperial physician of the imperial hospital.Knowing that the master's younger brother has now become the prime minister, it is not what it used to be.Originally, she planned to pay a visit to send her greetings on behalf of her master, but until the day she left Beijing, she had no time to spare, and she couldn't freely enter and leave the palace, so she had to give up.

In the master's suicide note, he bluntly stated that he was carried by Feng Huansen to him.

What is my identity, and I will be related to the prime minister who is above ten thousand people and under one person?Why did Feng Huansen ask his master to take him away and not enter Beijing?

The master asked Feng Huansen for help when she encountered difficulties. Was it just to get help for herself?

After she sorted out these messy clues, she realized that her life experience was complicated and confusing, and she must be inextricably linked with the palace.

She originally thought that she might be just a poor orphan who was abandoned by her parents since she was a child, or both of her parents died unfortunately, and was kindly adopted by her master when she was in danger.However, the master's suicide note overturned all her previous guesses and acceptance of fate, which undoubtedly aroused Shu Dianhe's heart to investigate clearly.

She put all the problems in one place, and the only clue pointed to Kyoto.It seems that another trip to Kyoto is imperative.

Not long after her master drove west, her bones were still cold, she couldn't bear it, and she couldn't abandon him immediately.At least three months of filial piety must be observed for the master, and then it is not too late to go to the capital to investigate the mystery of his own life experience.

After she thought it over, she had already made a decision in her heart.

After all the mysteries that puzzled her were solved, she came back to accompany the master again.

Shu Dianhe stayed in the medicine courtyard for Feng Huanlin's spirit while recuperating his damaged body. He stayed for more than three months before planning to leave for the capital again.

The dumb slave wanted to go with her to take care of her, but was stopped by Shu Dianhe.

Although the dumb slave can't speak, he can do everything he can do properly, and his mind is even more flexible than those of healthy people.Shu Dianhe didn't have a maid by her side. When she was still naive, food, drink, housing and transportation, including sewing and mending of clothes, were all done by dumb slaves with a pair of rough hands.

Of course it is good that the dumb slave is willing to take care of her all the time.

However, she was afraid of the danger of going here, what if she got hurt by the dumb slave? …