MTL - Denghuaxiao-Chapter 94 Scholar farewell

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Chapter 94 The Scholar Farewell

For ten days in a row, Lu Zhuo stayed in the palace of Prince Wenjun.

Although the poison in the body of a newborn baby girl has not been completely expelled, because it is separated from the mother's body, the poison will no longer spread. In the future, it may not be impossible to recover with little medicine.

Pei Yunshu is gradually getting better.

I don’t know what Pei Yunying did. In the past ten days, no one else came into Pei Yunshu’s yard, not even King Wenjun could enter.

 After the mother and daughter were out of danger for the time being, Lu Zhuo returned to West Street.

Du Changqing had not seen Lu Zhun since the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although he heard Yin Zheng talk about the situation that day, he was still worried. Only when he saw Lu Zhun came back safe and sound did his heart sink.

Lu Zong changed into a clean plain white skirt, freshened up again, and when he lifted the curtain, he was greeted by Du Changqing's long face.

The shopkeeper walked around the shop and scolded: "I knew that the person named Pei was unlucky, but I didn't expect him to be so unlucky. You said you could come to your door to deliver medicine, but you would still encounter this kind of thing. You are young and ignorant, don't look at it Everyone in a high-class compound like theirs looks like shit, but they are actually doing a lot of bad things." Then he sighed with a sad face, "Don't let us get into a whole lot of trouble without reaping any benefits."

Lu Zhen interrupted him, "Did anything happen when I was away from the hospital?"

Du Changqing was stunned and patted his head: "By the way, I almost forgot..."

Before he finished speaking, someone called "Doctor Lu" at the door of Lengbuding Medical Center.

Lu Zhen looked up and saw a man wearing an old cloth jacket and a blue scarf standing at the door. He was holding a few herrings in his hand and was looking at her with a stunned smile.

 It turned out to be Wu Youcai.

Du Changqing leaned into Lu Zhu's ear and whispered: "Wu Xiucai came to the hospital several times after he came back from the dead. You were not here the last few times. I was just about to talk to you about this, but he happened to be there just in time. .”

Wu Xiucai walked into the inner shop and raised the herring in his hand with some embarrassment, "For the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wanted to give two fish to Dr. Lu. I heard from Acheng that Dr. Lu went out for medical treatment and only came back today."

Yin Zheng hurriedly picked up the herring and didn't forget to drag Du Changqing and Acheng into the small courtyard behind the door. She only said to Lu Zhuo: "Girl, the medicinal materials dried in the courtyard haven't been sorted yet. Let's go and sort them first. You and Brother Wu will come to help after he finishes speaking."

Du Changqing turned his head and glanced at Lu Zhu and the two of them suspiciously. In the end, he didn't say anything and followed Yin Zheng into the small courtyard.

 The felt curtain fell, and only Lu Zhuo and Wu Youcai were left in the shop.

Lu Yan stood in front of the desk and looked at the person in front of him.

Wu Youcai still looks like a humble scholar. His clothes are shabby but neat. He is as poor as when he first met him, but he still has to take out scraps of silver from his purse that has been mended many times.

The scholar is in a state of poverty, but he is still neither humble nor arrogant, maintaining the dignity he deserves.

 Wu Youcai also looked at Lu Zhuo.

It's a sunny day today. The sun shines slantly from the horizon across the street, illuminating a small area in front of the shop in the darkness. The young medical woman is bathed in a small area of ​​gold. It's warm and less cold and indifferent on weekdays. It's as if she has arrived. A ray of light suddenly appeared in the darkness, a compassionate and gentle Bodhisattva.

Her brows were calm, and she looked at herself without any panic - it was clear that he should be a "dead person" at this time.

“Did Dr. Lu know that I would come back from the dead?” Wu Youcai asked softly after a long time.

She saw him, so calm, completely different from the fear of others, as if she had known that the scene before her would happen.

Lu Zhen did not answer his words, but only asked: "Are you feeling unwell?"

 Wu Youcai shook his head.

Ten days ago, he woke up from the black coffin and almost frightened all the scholars who came to watch his wake in the mourning hall of the lunatic asylum. Hu Yuanwai even leaned over, and the black coffin prepared for him was about to be replaced.

After everyone cried and howled, Blind He from West Street was invited to catch ghosts and subjugate demons. Blind He looked at him from a distance, compared drawings with his mahogany sword in his hand, and muttered some words, then he stroked his beard and shook his head and sighed, saying that the Wu family was a kind family with a lot of negative virtues. Before his life was over, the King of Hell opened his net and ordered the sinister little devil to quickly bring him back to the world.

The people in the poetry club headed by Mr.

He was clearly dead. He still remembered the moment he swallowed the poison in the dormitory. The severe pain spread from his heart bit by bit, like a drowning person unable to grasp the last piece of driftwood and could only see inch by inch. As he sank into darkness, boundless fear rushed from all directions, roaring to pull him deeper into purgatory.

 At that moment, he had the fear of death and the desire for life.

 He regretted it at that moment.

 However, the arrow has been fired, how to turn back? His last memory before his death was that he was crying and struggling like crazy on the ground of the Gongyuan. The dignity of a scholar was gone, and his dying struggle was watched as if he were naked.

Unexpectedly, when I woke up, my eyes were full of white flags and yellow paper, and the familiar panic shouts of Hu Yuanwai were heard outside. People in the poetry club were horrified and shouting, and there was a lot of panic. He stood in the black coffin, wearing a brand-new gown, looking blankly The golden sun shines on the head, like a new life.

 He came to life again.

 Wu Youcai looked at Lu Zhuo.

The woman was standing in the medicine shop, lowering her head to sort out the scattered medical books. At that time, a storm was about to come, and she appeared in her mother's mourning hall, her words were bewitching and her tone was cold, like a ghost bride with evil intentions. But now, under the warm sunshine, the small medicine shop is quiet and clean, and she stands here with gentle facial features, and she actually feels like the tranquility of the years.

Wu Youcai said softly: "Why did Doctor Lu give me a fake death drug... was it because he guessed that I would use it on myself?"

At that time, she gave the poison to Wu Youcai, suggesting that he could poison the examiner of the Gongju exam, but in the end Wu Youcai backed down. In the end, he didn't want to kill anyone, so he used the medicine on himself, with the tragic feeling of dying together.

Yet he did not die.

Wu Youcai didn't pay attention to Blind He's nonsense at all. The only thing he could think of was Lu Yun.

Lu Zong tampered with the medicine.

 But why did she do this? Could it be that she had already guessed that she was going to kill herself? How is this possible? After all, even he himself did not expect the decision to commit suicide at the beginning.

Lu Zhen flipped through the medical book at hand and said calmly: "Didn't I say it? If it were me, I would kill him."

 “But you are not me.”

 Wu Youcai was stunned.

Lu Zhen looked up at him and smiled slightly: "But you are not me."

 Wu Youcai is not her.

This scholar is loyal and honest, and like most poor people in the world, he grits his teeth and swallows blood after suffering a loss. He is not like himself who will retaliate for his anger and is cold-hearted and cruel. For a man who reads books about sages and a poor fisherman who refuses to give a poor old woman an extra penny, wouldn't it be too cruel to ask him to kill a stranger?

She never thought that Wu Youcai would commit suicide. She just felt that if Wu Youcai really killed someone, not to mention what the government would do next, the boundless guilt and moral pain alone would be enough to make this honest man unable to live.

 She used him, but she didn't want to kill him.

Lu Zhen asked: "What about you, do you still want to die now? What are your plans for the future?"

 Wu Youcai was silent for a moment.

Perhaps the emotion of death was too profound before. After Wu Youcai was "resurrected", he thought a lot while lying in bed. He thought of his parents' expectations for him when he was a child, of those years of studying hard and failing every year, of He Xiazi saying to him, "Young Master will definitely become an official in the future." He thought a lot, and finally, he revealed Passing the window, he saw the colorful embers all over the yard, and remembered what Father Xun later told him. On the night of the wake, everyone in the poetry club specially ordered the play "Old Scholar Wins the Number One Prize at Eighty Years Old" for him.

It was a comedy with a happy ending. Obviously, he got what he wanted, but he heard Father Xun burst into tears.

Fame is just a golden shadow floating in the sky. It looks bright and beautiful, but it has to catch up with so many people throughout their lives.

 Wu Youcai recovered his thoughts and looked at the woman in front of him.

 He said: "I don't plan to end up again."

  “Why?”

Wu Youcai smiled: "Actually, I came today because I wanted to say goodbye to Dr. Lu."

 Lu Zhuo was startled.

"There was a shopkeeper outside the city who wanted to hire a teacher for his six-year-old daughter and asked Mr. Hu to find one. Mr. Hu gave him my name card. From then on, I went to his house to teach. About every year. I have ten taels of silver, which is enough for me to live on."

 When he talked about these things, his eyebrows relaxed a lot, as if he had figured out many things overnight. He was no longer gloomy as when he first met him, and became free and happy.

Lu Zhen was silent for a long time and then said: "That's fine."

The Ministry of Rites was shaken up and down after this incident. Wu Youcai, as an insignificant person, was the source of all this. Although everyone involved is in jail, no one will seek revenge on him. But in the future, Wu Youcai would inevitably be brought up to make excuses when he was offered tribute again.

This place was very sad for him.

Wu Youcai looked at Lu Huan: "Where is Doctor Lu?"

    Lu Tong.

 Wu Youcai looked at the person in front of him.

 In fact, the matter is now at this point, and it is no longer important what the purpose of Lu Zhuo's use of himself is. Regardless, she fulfilled his last wish.

Now that the fraud in tribute has been exposed, all the powerful people who oppressed scholars have been punished. After he was resurrected from the dead, he was carefully inspected by several gangsters from the Ministry of Punishment, but nothing wrong was found, and everyone was amazed. So he followed what Blind Man He said to him, "The King of Hell releases the man", not wanting to cause any more trouble to Lu Zhuo.

He was grateful to her, grateful that she cruelly tore the truth to him in this chaotic world, and grateful that she found a way out for him. He was even more grateful for the fake death medicine, which made him feel his attachment to life and the chance to turn back at the critical moment of life and death.

reborn.

Perhaps the Wu Xiucai from the West Street Fresh Fish Shop who had great fame is dead, and the one who survives is the real Wu Youcai that he wanted to be.

There was a long silence in the shop.

 After a while, Wu Youcai's voice sounded.

“No matter what Dr. Lu wants to do, I only wish Dr. Lu everything goes well and his wishes come true.”

 Speak from the bottom of your heart and be sincere.

In this world, everyone has his or her own path, and everyone has his or her own suffering. There is no need to explore or inquire, he only needs to know that Lu Zhuo is the hand that reaches out to him in desperate situations, and is the female Bodhisattva who saves suffering. In this way enough.

 “Thank you for your kind words.”

Lu Zhuo raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "I also wish you, Master, that you will never have any hardships in the future, that you will know all the good people in the world, read all the good books in the world, and see all the good landscapes in the world."

 When she said this to him, although she smiled, her eyes were slightly wistful, as if she was looking at someone else's shadow through him, always a bit sad.

Wu Youcai was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing. He was always gentle and reserved, and it was rare for him to laugh so heartily. He stopped laughing again and gave Lu Zhu a long and solemn bow.

 “Thank you, Doctor Lu.”

He said goodbye. His back was not as humble and hunched as usual, but more relaxed and free. The corners of his robe, which had been washed white, were flying in the autumn wind. It was so hot and dazzling in the golden sun that he looked a bit like a young man.

Lu Zhen stared at his back for a long time, until the sun's rays under the plum tree in front of the door stopped floating, until the corner of her eyes felt sore, and Du Changqing's voice came out from behind.

His tone was strange, "Why are you so reluctant to leave? Those who don't know think he is your brother."

Lu Zhen retracted his thoughts, but he kept asking, "You are not surprised at all when you see Wu Xiucai come back from the dead today. Did you know about it a long time ago?"

 “Well, I heard about it at the County Prince’s Mansion.”

Du Changqing sneered: "Just heard? Didn't you tamper with him when he came back from the dead?"

Lu Zhuo was unmoved: "Didn't he himself say that the King of Hell will not accept good people before his life span is over? I don't have the ability."

"Whose king of **** is so fair? He is more sensible than an official in the world. There used to be a kidnapper on West Street who specialized in kidnapping girls. She lived to be ninety-eight. Why didn't you drag her down?"

He was rare and savvy, and he followed Lu Yan without letting him go.

Lu Yan was so annoyed that Yin Zheng and Acheng walked out of the courtyard, put down the dustpan for drying the medicine, and grabbed Du Changqing's sleeve: "My boss, didn't you say you would go to the banquet at Renhe's shop when the girl comes back? What? Time to arrange.”

Hearing this, Du Changqing was shocked: "That's right, I almost forgot about business!"

On the 15th, he made an appointment for a banquet at Renhe shop. As a result, Lu Zhuo went to Wenjun Prince's Mansion for ten days, so he had to temporarily withdraw the banquet. However, the money for the banquet was non-refundable. Shopkeeper Du was very worried. After looking at each other for a long time, the shopkeeper finally agreed to come back when he was free and arranged all the tables.

Now that Lu Zhen is back, he can finally eat this hard-won meal.

He said: "Everyone is here, hurry up and eat at the table at some time. How about tomorrow?"

Lu Zhen opened the felt curtain and said, "Let's wait a few more days."

"Still waiting?" Du Changqing was speechless and said angrily, "Will you go or not?"

Lu Zhen ignored his nagging and went back to the small courtyard.

The small courtyard is still as clean as before he left. Yin Zheng loves cleanliness and cleans it every day. Lu Zhuo entered the house, walked to the small Buddhist cabinet, took out a few sticks of incense and lit it.

 In the swirling smoke, the small statue of Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, with a compassionate face.

 She spoke softly, not knowing whether to speak to herself or to others.

"Soon…"

 “Wait a few more days.”

Know all the good people in the world, read all the good books in the world, and see all the good landscapes in the world - "The Story of a Small Window"

  

  

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