Simple, simple, the windows are all open, and some fresh orchids are placed in the house, which is full of flavor but not heavy.

At the beginning, there are actually a number of covered cards placed at the table. There are a pair of portraits on the wall in the room. Some are old and some are modern, but in any case, the middle body feels somewhat ,weird.

If it is ancient, it should be the ancestral hall of the ancestors, but this year, in the middle of the city, suddenly emerged such a place, so that her mood is somewhat difficult to calm down.

"Frightened you?" Professor Mo asked with an eyebrow.

Just in such a thrilling moment in the car, I didn’t see Jing Yunzhao’s look.

"this is……"

"There are the ancestral ancestors of Xianhetang. The current owner of this clinic is the only one to be sent to Xianhetang. As for Xianhetang... Well, the knowledge of your little children is useless." Professor Mo also felt that he was somewhat inexplicable.

After seeing this Jingyun Zhao, I couldn’t help but say something that I shouldn’t say twice, which is too strange.

Jing Yunzhao looked up and looked at the cards. All of these cards were covered with black cloth. They looked sullen. As for the portraits on the wall, Jing Yunzhao couldn’t help but look at it.

There are men and women in the portraits, some cranes and children's faces, some look like celestial celestial beings. From ancient times to today, the latest one is a woman who looks like she is in her early twenties. The photo is black and white, and the woman's hairstyle should be a few. Ten years ago, the style was so beautiful and beautiful that I couldn’t help but feel a good heart.

"She is called Wenyue. If she is alive, that is the person who can be your grandmother." Professor Mo looked at the photo with a little bit of nostalgia and complexity, and smiled.

After that, he lifted his foot and walked over to give the three incense sticks to the pile of invisible cards.

It’s a strange place.

Jing Yunzhao only feels that he seems to have passed through, and an unreal feeling is born.

"Yufu." After Professor Mo entered the inner room, he opened the old woman who looked at the book with a reading glasses in front of the table.

This woman is probably in her fifties, with a cold face and a bit of seriousness. When she saw Professor Mo, it was even more awkward in the eyes.

"Mo Zhengyan, are you still dead?" The old woman said coldly.

Professor Mo sat down: "An old bone should be faster."

The old woman didn’t look at him at all, and Jing Yunzhao was somewhat puzzled. This is a very proud person in Xu’s head. But at this moment, it’s like a satchel, and this old woman is so treated. However, it was still a pleasing look, and there was no temper at all. It was really strange.

"What are you doing when you come to me? I remember I told you that this is not something you can come here!" The old woman said again, her voice was angry.

"This little girl said that I am not very good, I want to come to you," Professor Mo said.

The old woman snorted: "reach out."

Professor Mo cooperated with the wrist on the medicine pillow. Jing Yunzhao was even more confused. The old woman was not extremely disgusted with Professor Mo. Why was she very happy to see him?

The world of this older generation is really complicated.

"Liver qi stagnation, it is not serious at the moment, I can open a few prescriptions and you can take it on time." The old woman's face is still.

Professor Mo’s strange retraction of his hand and a look at Jing Yunzhao’s eyes: “I’m pretty sure you’re right.”

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