Master is a white moonlight

As the sun set in the west, layers of orange-red clouds appeared in the sky, completely dyeing the entire sky.

The breeze blows slowly, blowing the willow branches up and down.

Mo Yu was wearing a white gown, leaning on the wicker chair.She closed her eyes lightly, her eyelashes drooping down on her eyelids like wings.

The breeze would blow up the hem of the gown from time to time, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the maid at the side quickly bent down to pick up the folding fan, gently stroked the dust on the fan surface with her fingers, and carefully placed the folding fan on the stone table aside.

Seeing that Boss Mo was fast asleep, the maid hurriedly went back to the room to bring a fine velvet blanket, and then gently covered Mo Yu's body with the blanket.

Although the weather was hot, there was a strong wind all of a sudden, and it felt cool even when it blew on people.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Mo Yu slowly opened her eyes, and as soon as she came into her eyes, there was an orange sunset glow in the sky.

"Boss Mo, you're awake." The maid looked at Boss Mo waking up, and said softly, "Do you want to eat now? Or wait a while?"

Mo Yu got up, sat up slowly, and half-closed her long and narrow phoenix eyes to look at the maid.

"I'm a little thirsty." Mo Yu said, her voice was half hoarse.

"Yesterday, the second aunt sent someone to send a box of big red robes. I'll soak them for you right now, how about it?" the maid asked slightly, bowing her body.

"En." Mo Yu nodded her chin, and responded softly.

After a while, the maid made a cup of steaming Dahongpao, held the teacup in both hands and brought it to Mo Yu, "Boss Mo, your tea."

Mo Yu took the teacup with both hands, gently blew on the curling water mist on the surface of the tea, and lowered her head to take a sip of the tea.

"Have you seen Chang Fei for a few days?" Mo Yu raised his eyes and asked the maidservant.

"Two days." The maid replied.

"Then Dr. Leng hasn't come for two days." Mo Yu lowered her eyebrows and said as she put the teacup on the stone table, the tear mole at the end of her left eye also became dim.

The maid looked up at the sky, and saw that the sky was clear just now, but now it was covered with dark clouds.

"Boss Mo, it's going to rain, let's go back to the house." The maid said.

Mo Yu stood up and straightened her clothes.Reaching out to pick up the folding fan on the stone table, he turned and walked towards the front hall.

For dinner, Mo Yu ate very little, only a small bowl of rice porridge.I only tasted a few mouthfuls of the dishes on the table, and I didn't want to move my chopsticks anymore.

After dinner, Mo Yu came to the pool of emerald lotus in the backyard, stood tall, and looked up at the emerald green and fragrant pool in front of him.

Just after a heavy rain, there are crystal drops of water rolling everywhere on the lotus leaves at this moment, and the pink lotus fragrance is overflowing.

Mo Yu lowered his eyes, thinking in his heart: That man didn't send Lily today.

It was clearly promised to be delivered every day before, but it has only been delivered for a few days, so it is no longer delivered.

Is it because the lilies in the backyard of the Customs House have been dug up?Or that person just said it casually, and threw the matter out of the sky long ago.

The man also said that he would come to the house to listen to operas when he was free.

Mo Yu has always kept it in her heart, looking forward to the stars like the moon.Looking forward to the west mountain from dawn to dusk every day, there is still no sign of the man.

It can be seen that it is just a casual mention.

It's only been two days since I saw her, and it's like three autumns have passed.It's really the love in the drama, the scene in the drama, I just blame myself for being too deeply involved in the drama.

Before, when Mo Yu was studying opera.The elder said to Mo Yu that the ins and outs of this play have to be clarified.

When singing an opera, you must always remind yourself that you are the person in the opera at this moment.If you are sad in the play, you have to be sad; if you are happy in the play, you have to be happy too.

But after stepping on the stage, you must not hurt the spring and the autumn because of it.

But Mo Yu committed this big taboo, and was too worried all day long.The words of this play are easy to come by, and the fickleness in this play is also self-reflection.

Suddenly, big raindrops fell from the sky.

"Pa-ta-pa-ta", drips landed on Mo Yu's shoulders and gown.

Mo Yu still stood tall, standing motionless on the spot.

"Boss Mo!" The maid held an oil-paper umbrella and called out to Mo Yu's back.

Hearing the sound, Mo Yu turned around slowly, and raised her eyes to look at the maid who was running towards her.

"Boss Mo, your cough is still recovering, don't let it recur again." The servant girl put the oil-paper umbrella in her hand on top of Mo Yu's head, and said with concern.

"It's okay, I can't die anyway." Mo Yu said, and then turned around.

After walking two or three steps, another maid came running from a distance and shouted in a panic, "Boss Mo! Boss Mo! It's not good!"

Mo Yu's brows were slightly frowned, the maids in the family were always steady, and there was a danger of such a panic.

"Boss Mo... Changfei him..." The maid hurriedly ran in front of Mo Yu, almost falling due to the mud under her feet.

"Speak slowly." Mo Yu frowned even tighter at the moment, looking at the maid and asked, "What's wrong with Chang Fei?"

"Yangfei, he...was arrested for selling white noodles!" The servant girl bent over halfway, and gently patted her chest, which was still heaving violently.

When Mo Yu heard it, her amber pupils suddenly dilated.Standing there in a daze for a few seconds, he lifted the hem of his gown with one hand and hurried away.

At night, the Customs House.

Leng Yizhen was sleeping soundly lying on the desk, which was full of ancient books and notes made by hand with a brush.

The maid stood aside and carefully put a long gown on Leng Yiluo's body.

Then he bent down and stretched out his hand, twisting the button of the lamp on the desk for a small half turn.

In an instant, there was only one wall lamp with a slightly sallow light in the entire room.The light was very dim, and only the shadows of people could be seen clearly.

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and it was pouring down from the sky.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound of thunder and lightning, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.

"What time is it?" Leng Yizhen rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked at the back of the maid who was about to leave, and asked.

The maid stopped, turned around, looked at Leng Yijiao and said softly, "Go back to Doctor Leng, it's almost nine o'clock."

Leng Yizhen sat up straight, stretched his waist, half-closed his eyes for a while, and then opened them.

With a "snap", Leng Yizhen stretched out his hand and turned the desk lamp on.

In an instant, the incandescent light shone on the entire desk and the stacks of ancient books.

Leng Yizhen got up and walked towards the window.As he walked, he pulled the long gown on his shoulders and stretched his arms into the long sleeves.

"It's raining again." Leng Yijiao came to the window, pushed open the glass window with both hands, and looked out.

"Well, it's been down for a while." The maid said, and then looked out of the window.

Leng Yizhen stopped talking, and looked quietly at the pouring rain outside the window.

I don't know how the master is doing recently?How many times has it rained heavily in my hometown recently?

Thinking of every cloudy and rainy day, the master's leg disease will attack.Leng Yizhen felt very uncomfortable, and couldn't bear to think of the pained and embarrassed expression of the master.

If it wasn't for a chance, Leng Yizhen broke the master's way of enduring the pain.

Maybe Leng Yizhen didn't know all his life that Shen Han was also afraid of pain and shed tears.

"Doctor Leng, do you want some supper?" the maid asked suddenly.

The maid thought that Leng Yizhen was very busy recently, and she often didn't fall asleep until late at night, and she also ate some snacks and hot tea.

"Is there any sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" Leng Yijiao turned around and leaned his back against the wall, looking at the maid and asked.

"Of course there are. The kitchen just made it this afternoon." The maid said with a smile, and finally asked a suggestion, "How about a bowl of rock sugar and blood swallow?"

"Okay." Leng Yizhen nodded with a smile, looked at the maid and said, "Thank you."

"Doctor Leng is polite." After the maid finished speaking, she turned and left the bedroom.

After the maid left, Leng Yijiao returned to the desk and sat on the chair again.

In the past two days, Leng Yizhen read all the ancient books in the mansion, thinking that he could gain a better understanding of opium from the books.

The so-called prescribing the right medicine must first understand the "symptom" and know yourself and the enemy.

However, Leng Yizheng looked through the entire collection of ancient books in the palace, but only found a few records about opium.

It's all just a few words, sporadic and half-understood, and it can't play any substantive role.

This opium is a poison of chronic addiction, and the most direct way to get rid of it is to stop eating.As long as you insist on not smoking within ten days, you can quit.

Not to mention that it is impossible for some weak-willed people to do it, even if it is done.But such a compulsory way of quitting will also cause a certain degree of harm to the body.And very few people can do it.

Therefore, Leng Yizhen had to develop a prescription to help the addicts quit opium in the process of quitting opium.Relying on this medicine can relieve one's own pain, so as not to let the body collapse first.

Fortunately, Leng Yizhen found an ancient book explaining various poisons, and extracted some useful knowledge from it.

One of the principles is "the mutual restraint of physical properties", which can use the mutual restraint of opium and some traditional Chinese medicines to play a role in quitting smoking.

But now there is a big difficulty, that is, someone needs to try this opium.

A healthy person must be found to smoke this opium.From the initial symptoms and reactions to record, continue to try opium, continue to dispense prescriptions, until the terminally ill.

Only in this way can a complete set of prescriptions for quitting opium be formulated.

About 10 minutes later, the maid brought the hot bird's nest and steaming sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Doctor Leng, please rest for a while." The maid put the snacks on the table, turned her head to look at Leng Yizhen who was still buried in her studies, and said, "This sweet-scented osmanthus cake is delicious when it is hot."

"Well, good." Leng Yizhen put down the brush in his hand, stood up, and walked towards the table.

As soon as Leng Yijian sat down, he took a sip of the bird's nest, and before he had time to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, a sergeant came to deliver a message.

"Doctor Leng, you can go to the General Administration of Customs right away if you are invited by the Chief." The sergeant stood at the door and said politely to Leng Yixuan.

"General Administration of Customs?" Leng Yizhen put down the spoon in his hand, and wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief.

"Yes." The sergeant replied with a stern expression on his face.

"Did you say what happened?"

"About Changfei."

"Please wait a moment." Hearing this, Leng Yizheng's eyes flashed with panic, and he quickly got up, "I'll change my clothes and go."