"Are there any other study rooms in the museum?" Mo Xiao noticed that most of the books here are relatively new. They should have bought them after they opened a clinic in Sanyang Town, and the answer she wanted should not be here.

"Yes, the master's previous room also had a study room. We'll go in and take a look when we go around the main room later."

Seeing that Mo Xiao had no intention of staying in this study, Licorice pulled her out again.

After leaving the flower hall, Licorice said, "We walked along the corridor toward this side, and after seeing the three rooms in the east wing, we walked from the middle of the yard to the main room."

The second room in the east wing is Mo Xiao’s dormitory, which is also a small hall with two side rooms. The one near the north is Mo Xiao, and the one to the south is licorice.

The last room in the east wing is Li’s mother’s.

When I walked to the end of the east wing, the rain-shading veranda that was embraced on three sides also ended here. There was no wing room on the south, only a white wall. What replaced the veranda was a long row of wooden pavilions.

Mo Xiao and Licorice walked down three steps and entered the pavilion. The pavilion connected the disconnected veranda from east to west.

Every ten feet away, there is a wooden pillar that is thick and thin for one person to hold as a pillar. There are a kind of vine-like flowers and trees planted in the soil outside each pillar. They climb up along the wooden pillar, climb to the top and spread out along the horizontal board, covering the empty wooden frame tightly. If it is summer, sitting under such a pavilion, it will naturally be very light and cool.

Licorice walked to the middle of the pavilion, where there was an opening connected to the path made of stones in the yard.

In the morning, Mo Xiao walked out of the veranda and took a few gazes. Now, when he walked in the middle of the yard, he saw it more clearly. It was really an exquisite little yard.

The entire yard is full of flowers and plants, separated by small paths made of curved gravel. All flowers, including some grasses such as white-headed schizonepeta, can be used as medicine. Mo Xiao thought that this was just the personal preference of the original owner as a doctor. Now, it is probably to save some money from medicinal materials.

At this time, the forsythia on the west is the most beautiful, and the yellow flower looks like a cloud from a distance. Looking more, there seems to be a small rockery under the forsythia, and there should be a pool at the foot of the mountain. I walked by quickly before, but was blocked by the forsythia tree, but I didn't notice it.

"There is still a pool here?" Mo Xiao asked.

"Yes, this pool was built after the master bought this house. He dug a channel from the underside of the corridor and lured the water from the Twin River. The two outlets were high and low. The water in the pool flowed all year round and did not rot. It is said that the wife liked the pool, so the master built it. Lotus was planted in the pool and raised in the lithium. But Miss, you didn't like this pool before, saying that the water in the yard was accumulated and mosquitoes."

While talking, Licorice had already taken Mo Xiao to the pool in the yard.

Mo Xiao looked at the fruit that was indeed flowing, so it did not smell of rotten water. At this time, a little green was just emerging from the bottom of the water at one or two points. Jinli was swimming in groups, playing in the water lively, and it was strangely poetic and picturesque.

"Oh? It turns out that I didn't like it before, but I like it very much now. Haha, when the lotus seeds are made, I will make a fresh iced glutinous rice lotus seed for you to eat."

Licorice burst into laughter, "Miss is so confused. The lotus seeds are ripe in summer, but ice is only available in severe winter. How can these two things be put together to make a dish?"

Mo Xiao was stunned. She forgot that she was in ancient times, and there was naturally no ice in ancient summer without refrigerators.

"Oh, yes, two things can't be together. I was confused just now."

"Fortunately, the lady is just confused about these things, so she is not confused about seeing and treating the disease, otherwise the clinic will really not be able to be opened." Licorice smiled with a glee.

The two left the pool and walked towards the main room. The main room was several stone steps higher than the east wing, which was the highest in the courtyard. At a glance, there were three main rooms.

"The room in the middle was where the master lived." Licorice pushed open the door and made Mo Xiao advanced.

"After the death of the master's wife, the lady still retained her original appearance, but replaced the painting in the middle hall, and placed the tablet of the master's wife in the West Warehouse to burn incense and worship every day."

Mo Xiao looked up at the north wall. It was a picture of Guanyin. The painting had gentle eyebrows and eyes and a clean bottle in his hand. This picture did not seem to be bought casually on the market. He wrote very carefully, and even the folds of every hair and every part of the clothes were carefully depicted.

Seeing Mo Xiao staring at the Guanyin statue, Licorice said, "Miss, I don't even remember this. This Guanyin statue was drawn by you with one stroke at a time. In order to draw this painting, you only drank water for three days and didn't even eat a bite of rice. Even the shopkeeper said that this Guanyin statue could not be bought for a thousand gold coins. It was your sincere heart that you miss your parents and pray for the master and wife in heaven."

Mo Xiao nodded gently. From the tireless painting, she seemed to see an orphan girl with red eyes under the oil lamp but she couldn't even blink her eyes, and carefully depicted the picture of this Guanyin statue.

"Miss, here." Licorice gently pulled Ramo's smile on her sleeve and signaled to follow her.

When he opened the door of Xihun Pavilion, Mo Xiao saw the two tablets worshipped on the high table at a glance. The spiritual position of the Xiankao Mo Gong's humble question was written on the left, and the spiritual position of the Xianbi Mo Zeng family was written on the right.

"Miss, the fragrance is ready." Licorice handed a stick of incense to Mo Xiao.

I don’t know if it was the Guanyin statue that just now made her feel the original owner Mo Xiao’s longing for her parents, or the solemn and quiet atmosphere in front of her infected her, Mo Xiao took the incense and when the fragrance came, she also felt a deep feeling of grief in her heart.

This body is the one who laughs at her, and it is a matter of no good to pay homage to her parents.

Mo Xiao held the fragrance in his hand, and hit the ground with his knees on the ground, bowing heavily and bowing three times. When he got up again, there was already fog in his eyes, but his heart was still in agitation.

"Miss, I am a pity. When the master and his wife were alive, I believe that she would be a god who went to heaven. You must not be too sad." Licorice could see the sadness in Mo Xiao's eyes and whispered her.

Mo Xiao stood up and blinked her eyes to let the fog dissipate. The inexplicable sadness just now also surprised her a little. Maybe there were still some things left in her body, so that she would have emotional fluctuations here.

"Let's go to the study room to take a look." Licorice also wanted to get the lady out of her sadness as soon as possible, so she suggested.

"Yes." Mo Xiao was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he thought of something and asked Licorice, "Did I come to worship every day before?"

"Yes, the first thing the lady does after getting up every morning is to come to worship, even if she is unwell, she insists on coming every day."

"Then I will come every day from now on. If I don't remember, please remind me." Mo Xiao said, the original owner was filial and sincere, and she didn't want to let her down.

"Miss, don't worry, licorice will definitely do it." Licorice happily accepted the task.

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