- It's just that this kind of 'attribution' is obviously a bit less rigorous.

"The difference in wine is rare in the world, and it is the best of the heart." Ye Nono was the first to read out the first paragraph, and when she saw the signature left at the end of the paragraph, she couldn't help laughing: "Old drunkard...... Hahaha. ”

"Old drunkard, don't you just keep drinking?" Mo Ye smiled silently and softly commented on the text that Ye Nuonuo read out.

Then, her gaze fell on the paragraph below the text. This is a sentence of only five words, but the signature is much more detailed than the first paragraph, and the handwriting is more handsome than the first paragraph.

"I'm glad to travel with Qing." Mo Ye silently read these five words in his heart, but for the signature at the back, he couldn't help but read it out like Ye Nuonuo: "In April of the eleventh year of Tianyun, Yu Yu County." ”

As soon as Mo Ye's words fell, he heard Ye Nuonuo say: "Heavenly luck, isn't it the name of the last emperor of the previous dynasty?" Eleven years... It has only been thirteen years in total, and it seems that the time when this person left his words is not very far from now. ”

Xiao Yu added on the side: "Miss, in fact, if you look at this painting carefully, it should not be difficult to find that she is the youngest one." ”

The person in the painting is so young, and his friends leave a message for him, so naturally it will not be too long.

"Yes, oh." Ye Nuonuo reached out and scratched the back of his neck, which was a little itchy, followed everyone's gaze, and continued to look down.

When the eyes of the three of them saw the signature of the third line, they couldn't help but laugh.

Eldest sister. You can't eat alone anymore, go to Sang County next month, you can take me with you!

- Your most well-behaved sister.

The style of this third paragraph is quite in line with the character of Ye Nuonuo now, especially the word 'most', which is obviously deliberately repeated many times to express the urgency of the person who wrote it, and future generations can still feel some of her naughtiness when they read it.

So the three of them laughed, and Mo Ye and Xiao Yu's eyes tacitly looked at Ye Nuonuo who was standing between the two.

Ye Nuonuo was stunned: "This... It's definitely not my fool's errand, I don't have a sister above me. My dad didn't even have a second wife. Not to mention the concubine room. ”

"The maid doesn't mean that, it's just that I used to hear some elders say that in some families, the character of the parents will not be passed on to the children. It will be passed on from generation to generation. Now I'm suddenly a little convinced. Xiao Yu winked at Miss Ye and smiled.

Meanwhile. Mo Ye also said softly: "Even if it is not passed down from generation to generation as Xiao Yu said, the person in this painting is your elder clan, and this aunt is called the eldest sister." Of course, it is not surprising that they are of the same clan and clan. ”

"By the way, I almost forgot when I heard you say that, I brought you here to find out how similar you are to the person in this painting." Ye Nuonuo stroked his forehead, "Just now this portrait was high above the head, and I didn't dare to take it, but now it fell off by itself." ”

As he spoke, Ye Nuonuo turned the scroll around, stared at the person on the painting for a few moments, and then looked away at Mo Ye.

After staring at Mo Ye's eyes for a while, she couldn't help but wonder: "Although after careful comparison, there are still differences between you and my aunt, who have never met before, but the key pair of eyes are very similar, which is a little strange." ”

After hesitating for a moment, she frowned slightly and said, "Could it be that you and I are really long-lost relatives?" ”

Mo Ye was stunned, and when he didn't know what to say, he saw Xiaoyu also come over, and continued with Miss Ye's tone: "Based on the age of the predecessor on this painting, according to the estimation of Tianyun in the past eleven years, the age of this senior is about the same as that of the master. ”

"But ......" Listening to Xiaoyu's speculation, Ye Nuonuo became suspicious again, sighed and said: "My father never told me, what other uncles and aunts do I have, will it... This painting was painted in his early years, and then the person in the painting took it out to remember in his later years? ”

Xiao Yu shook his head in disagreement and said: "Looking at the sentence with beautiful handwriting in the second line, it can be speculated that the seniors who left these words are Yujun who went together." Yu County is close to the Daqingchuan River in the west, the mountains are steep, and many roads are impassable, because of this reason, there is no shortage of bandit cottages, and it is impossible for this senior to go there at an old age. ”

Xiaoyu unconsciously mentioned the topography of Yu County, and also talked about it in vivid detail, which made Ye Nuonuo think of another question.

"I don't know that." Ye Nuonuo's eyes drooped slightly, and his eyebrows were raised instead, "Xiaoyu, how do you know so clearly?" ”

"In the early years of Tianyun, that is, when Emperor Ling had just ascended the throne, the area around Sichuan began to be chaotic, and there was always a battle to be fought." Xiao Yu's voice gradually deepened, "That's where the maid ran out and finally fled to Kyoto. ”

In the last years of the troubled times, Kyoto became the largest refugee camp in the country, and it was a memory that many Kyoto people could not erase.

"That's it in the early years of Tianyun, so when it comes to the eleventh year of Tianyun, it is estimated that ordinary people will not dare to go there, I am ignorant." Ye Nuonuo sighed, raised his hand and gently pressed Xiao Yu's shoulder, and said warmly: "Xiao Yu, one day I will accompany you over there to see your family." ”

Xiao Yu hurriedly shook his head and said, "I have no home for a long time, and now Yefu is my home." In addition, it is best not to go over there because it is bounded by the Daqingchuan moat, and the continuous Qingling to the west is occupied by a tribe, which is stationed in the mountains, but usually does some killing and robbing evil things, and the Yujun side is not peaceful until now. ”

Ye Nuonuo couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this, and immediately asked again: "Doesn't the government care?" ”

"I haven't been back for a long time, and I don't know what's going on there." Xiao Yu sighed softly, "But the disaster of Chuanling has been left over from the previous dynasty, but those scattered tribes took advantage of the chaos in the last year of Tianyun to do the matter of disaster Chuanling, so it is more difficult to deal with it now than before, right?" Now that Kyoto has moved from Zhongzhou to the coast of the East China Sea, it is getting farther and farther away to send troops to Qingling. ”

Although Mo Ye could hear the conversation between the two of them clearly, she didn't participate in a word. However, at this time, she was puzzled in her heart, and secretly thought: Master once said that when the son was preparing to send troops to Qingchuan today, it was a long-planned thing, but this plan was not revealed from the court at all? What exactly does the emperor want to do?

Although Mo Ye's eyes were looking at the painting scroll held in her palm, the expression in her eyes slowly seemed to freeze, and she was a little distracted unconsciously.

As soon as Ye Nuonuo finished comforting Xiaoyu and turned his head to look at her, he saw her like this, which made her puzzled: "Sister Mo." What are you thinking? ”

"What?" Mo Ye came back to his senses in a daze. And again, "Nothing." ”

"Looks like we'd better not stay here for long, I don't care, but maybe your soul is going to be swept away." Ye Nuonuo made a joke and didn't ask Mo Ye anything more. then instructed Xiaoyu: "It seems that it has been a long time." The rope on which the painting was hung was damp. Xiaoyu. You go to my father's study and get a spare rope, and don't forget to bring the carp top where the painting is hung. ”

……

The carp top is an object that mimics a fork made of straw. It's just that it grows the handheld bar, shrinks and beautifies the forkhead.

The kind of farm tool that turns the straw is to lean on the original shape of the branch to polish the appearance smooth, but the carp top is much more delicate, and it is a tool specially used by large families to hang important portraits. The whole body of the vessel is painted with shiny tree lacquer, and the top shape is a carp with its head facing up, which means 'leaping high'. Because the mouth of a carp is much flatter than a tree branch, when a person uses this tool to hang the top of the painting, he needs to gather more energy, and the action looks much more solemn.

Although this appliance is not very easy to use and it is easy to slip the painting, it also indirectly makes the person who uses it serious and religious.

When Xiaoyu took the carp top and the rope and returned to the small ancestral hall, she saw Ye Nuonuo arguing with Mo Ye about something.

"Miss, I've got all the spare small pieces." As Xiao Yu spoke, she slowly approached the two people in the room who were pointing at the right edge of the painting, and she couldn't help frowning slightly, and after a while, the eldest lady became so disrespectful to this portrait.

When Ye Nuonuo saw Xiao Yu coming back, the painting scroll held in his palm immediately moved closer to her, and at the same time she asked, "Xiao Yu, come and see, is this line considered a word?" ”

Xiao Yu stared at the place where Ye Nuonuo's fingers fell, a pair of eyebrows gradually got closer and closer, and after a moment she whispered: "Female, female, female... Female ......" She suddenly looked up at Ye Nuonuo, and said, "Four 'female' words? ”

Ye Nuonuo was obviously not satisfied with Xiaoyu's answer, and said in a loud voice: "You did read the word 'female' four times in a row. ”

Xiao Yu suddenly understood that Ye Nuonuo and Mo Ye were arguing just now about whether the four 'female' words that were widely spaced in this line were considered words, and his answer was probably on Mo Ye's side.

Xiao Yu coughed dryly, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing that Xiaoyu was unfortunate to stand on her side, Mo Ye's face did not have much joy after the victory, she just pointed to the place that Ye Nuonuo had pointed to just now, and reiterated her point of view again: "It should not be as simple as four 'female' words, this is like a four-four small order, four words and one sentence, a group of four sentences, and the first word at the beginning of each sentence should be the same." Sister Nono, if you take a closer look at this edge, you can still see some strokes, but it seems that they have been cut in half because they are cut right here. ”

When Ye Nuonuo heard this, she really looked at the column of words carefully, and finally gradually felt that what Mo Ye said made some sense, but at the same time, she was a little confused, and asked casually: "Since the words have been written, why do you want to cut them again?" That's only half of the painting left. ”

"It's not about half of the painting!" Mo Ye sighed, "This column of residual characters is written in a different direction from the words on the reverse side of the painting, it is written vertically. ”

Ye Nuonuo rubbed her eyes when she heard this, looked at it a few more times after calming down, and then she asked again: "Then do you see what is written here?" ”

Mo Ye hesitated for a moment, and finally just shook his head.

"Forget it." Ye Nuonuo pursed his lips deeply, and then instructed Xiaoyu: "Replace the moldy lanyard and hang it back." ”

Looking at the portrait of the woman hanging back on the beam of the room was once again in the same position as the other three male portraits who were all a little old, and slowly ascended, returning to the row of wooden boxes at the mouth of the beam of the room where the portraits were collected, Ye Nuonuo stood in front of the dozens of bottles of spiritual seats in the middle of the room with his shoulders flat, and then put his palm against his eyebrows, and bowed solemnly three times to the portrait hanging in the middle hall with only one feather drawn.

Xiao Yu and Mo Ye stood three steps behind her and also walked with her.

Leave the small ancestral hall. The sun outside was stronger, and walking in such a bright sunshine, Ye Nuonuo moved his neck and suddenly said, "Eldest sister, younger sister? It seems that I should have two aunts, but I haven't heard my father talk about one. ”

In fact, she didn't ask herself, this portrait of a woman has long been enshrined in the small ancestral hall, but she has always estimated the age of the woman in the painting too high, until today when she saw the words behind the painting, she suddenly changed her mind.

Seeing that Xiao Yu and Mo Ye who were walking beside him didn't answer her words, Ye Nuonuo couldn't help but ask, "You two seem to have started since you came out." It's all stuffy? ”

Xiao Yu replied in a low voice, "Miss." I've always been just a servant of the Ye Mansion, how can I judge the character of the person in the painting. No matter how young the person in the painting is, he must be the same generation as the old man, and you just said it. The people in these four paintings. They are all relatives of the Yu Ye family. That's why you worship in this special way, and I think you should be more respectful to her. ”

Ye Nuonuo just sighed when he heard this, and did not show his attitude. After a moment of silence. She looked at Mo Ye again and asked, "Then what's the matter with Sister Mo?" Why is it so stuffy? ”

Mo Ye smiled and said, "I'm just an outsider, I've been disturbed a lot when I came to your mansion for two days, how can I be disrespectful to the remains of my elders again." ”

"Heaven..."Ye Nuonuo suddenly raised his palm to the sky, making a lifting gesture, and sighed as if talking to himself: "Not only has it become boring, but it has also become extraordinary." ”

"If I had to say something, I would have a thought." Mo Ye suddenly spoke again, "I think the senior in the painting must be a person who likes to be lively, but somehow, he became the person in the painting at such a young age." Could it be that she was afraid of loneliness that she would let her friends leave words on the painting, so that even if she was locked in a room as a painting, it seemed that there were many friends chatting with her? ”

Mo Ye said very subtly, but Ye Nuonuo gradually understood what she was trying to express.

People are alive, paintings are dead things, and the transformation from a person walking in the world to a person in a painting is a kind of transformation from life to death.

Ye Nuonuo's mood suddenly darkened, and like the other two, he became a sullen melon.

……

After playing around for most of the morning, Mo Ye's hair naturally dried out. Her hair is naturally a little curly, and when it is wet with water, this feature is not too obvious, but after the water has evaporated, the hair with such a texture looks a little loose and not easy to manage, so Xiaoyu helped her comb a simple picky hair.

When combing Mo Ye's hair, Xiao Yu saw Mo Ye's face reflected in the bronze mirror, and couldn't help but silently compare it to the portrait of the woman in the small ancestral hall.

Mo Ye looked at himself in the mirror, but he didn't realize it. Her distraction was also because of the painting scroll that Xiao Yu had in mind, but she was not unforgettable for the person on the painting, but the 44 Xiaoling on the right side of the scroll as if someone had deliberately cut off half of it.

The four four hundred and sixteen characters vaguely reflected the complete form in her mind......

……

After lunch, Ye Nuonuo took Mo Ye's hand and begged for a while, but in the end she refused. Ye Nuonuo had no choice but to sit alone in the study, sighing at a stack of notebooks, and finally could only pick up the pen himself.

It didn't take long for the sound of a carriage coming from outside the gate of the front yard, and it turned out that the person who had come to pick up Mo Ye had arrived.

Ye Nuonuo was still a little annoyed that no matter how much he pleaded, Mo Ye refused to let go of his help, and he was unwilling to go out of the house to send him off. However, what she saw was a carriage, which is a rare means of transportation in the inner city of Kyoto, and the appearance of the carriage means that Mo Ye will go to a farther place after leaving, probably to leave the capital, Ye Nuonuo is finally a little reluctant, and ran out of the study.

Standing at the gate and watching Mo Ye board the carriage, Ye Nuonuo suddenly approached, untied a small bag from his waist and pressed it into Mo Ye's palm.

Mo Ye couldn't help but wonder, "What is this?" ”

"Miss Ye has a unique secret chili water, which is necessary for self-defense at home, hold this thing in the palm of your hand at a critical moment, and pinch it hard in front of the gangsters." Although Ye Nuonuo was smiling when he spoke, his eyes gradually turned red, and finally said: "Sister Mo, on the way away, be careful." ”

Seeing Ye Nuonuo like this, Mo Ye's eyes couldn't help but heat slightly. She hesitated, then said, "It's a pity that I don't have anything special to give you." ”

Ye Nuonuo shook his head slightly and said, "No need, start with the plan I want to send this to you." I didn't think I'd ask you to give me anything more, so... It's okay. ”

Mo Ye's heart suddenly warmed up, and then she jumped off the ground from the carriage, and then bowed her hand to the coachman who was sitting on the front board of the carriage: "Brother coachman, can you wait for me for half an hour?" Something is falling behind me. ”

"This ......" The young coachman who was about to whip the car was slightly stunned, looking at Mo Ye's somewhat burning eyes, he was silent for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Girl, half an hour." It can't be any longer. ”

"Thank you." Mo Ye smiled and nodded. Then he grabbed Ye Nuonuo's hand and walked back to Ye Mansion.

When she entered the house, she said to Ye Nuonuo, who was stunned: "Half an hour, I can help you as much as I can, prepare pen and ink!" ”

Yeno finally came to his senses. At this time, she was more surprised than surprised. After being slightly stunned, Xiao Yu, who took a slow step and walked beside him, commanded, "Quick." Prepare more pen and ink, and don't let the little girl into the study. ”

"Yes, yes." Xiaoyu also understood, and responded a few times. But she soon puzzled: "Why don't you let Xiaoya also come to help?" ”

Ye Nuonuo shrugged and said: "She is too timid, you must know that I 'borrowed a pen to copy books', and without waiting for my father to ask in person, she will be able to reveal her stuffing faster than me." ”

Xiao Yu nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and hurried to the study, but she was smiling all the way.

Ye Nuonuo knew what Xiao Yu was laughing at, and she couldn't help but glare at her from afar. Walking towards the study with Mo Ye a little later, Ye Nuonuo suddenly asked curiously: "Sister Mo, why are you suddenly so good... Promise to help me copy... Hey hey ......"

"I've always been so good." Mo Ye didn't answer and asked: "Is it only if you are willing to help you copy books can you be called a good person?" ”

Ye Nuonuo was suddenly choked speechless, she looked at Mo Ye with a little complicated eyes, and said secretly in her heart: It turns out that Sister Mo also has such a thick skin!

After a pause, Mo Ye continued: "Actually, I remembered the words on the painting, since the senior's friend can give a pen to a friend, others can also imitate it, so I decided to help you this time, but only once." ”

"I see." After listening to Mo Ye's explanation, Ye Nuonuo kept nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice.

Walking into the study, Mo Ye first glanced at the desk with messy writing supplies, and then asked with a normal face: "I remember you just said that you are going to copy the first volume of "The Chronicles of Major Generals" today?" ”

Ye Nuonuo nodded hurriedly.

"Count yourself lucky, Uncle Ye didn't let you copy the medical scriptures today, otherwise there are too many obscure words, which will cause a great hindrance to my speed." Mo Ye smiled slightly, and then said: "The Chronicles of the Major General is the first volume of the "Guangwu Collection", and the "Records of the Major General" that I read the most in the "Guangwu Collection" is the "Records of the Major General", and I can copy it faster later."

"So powerful?" Ye Nono became a little excited.

"It's a pity that I'm just a woman, and no matter how much I read, I can't learn from them to charge." Mo Ye basked lightly, then returned to the topic, and said: "Take out a few copies of the handwriting you just copied yourself, I will use it as an example to imitate your handwriting habits first." ”

"Good!" Ye Nuonuo agreed quickly, but she soon said depressedly: "I only wrote two in total, is it enough?" ”

Mo Ye said expressionlessly: "Enough." ”

……

It didn't take long for Xiao Yu to prepare a pen and ink, and under Mo Ye's instructions, she went to another low desk in a corner of the study and began to prepare the second pen and ink. According to Mo Ye's instructions, Ye Nuonuo spread the calligraphy he had just written in the study on the table, as an example of Mo Ye's copying handwriting.

Looking at the crooked handwriting he made, but it was seriously copied by Mo Ye, Ye Nuonuo couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

According to Mo Ye's instructions, except for the blank notebook and pen and ink on the table, all the other items on the table were quickly moved to a corner of the room by Ye Nuonuo. When she returned to the table, she saw Mo Ye writing slowly with a pen, but on the notebook she had already written, she was redrawing one stroke at a time according to her words.

Ye Nono knew that this was Mo Ye imitating her handwriting.

After tracing this notebook, Mo Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and took another notebook copied by Ye Nuonuo, but she pressed it on the door of the study with her right hand, and then changed to holding the pen with her left hand and drawing it again.

The writing lifting object has changed from the desk to the door panel, from the vertical writing to the pen writing, the pen has also moved from the right hand to the left hand, Ye Nuonuo, who is full of doubts, acted as a humanoid shelf for Mo Ye to lift the ink inkstone, and she couldn't help asking: "Sister Mo, why do you want to write like this?" ”

"My left hand doesn't imitate as fast as my right hand and needs to borrow a bit of light. By making the font clearer, I can draw more accurately. Mo Ye took advantage of the gap in the ink, turned his face sideways and smiled at Ye Nuonuo, and explained: "After practicing the right hand and practicing the left hand, I can also write with my left hand, but it is a little slower than my right hand." ”

Ye Nuonuo opened his mouth wide in surprise, and he didn't know what to say for a long time.

Mo Ye's left hand is indeed slower than her right hand, so when she uses the door of her study as a desk to copy Ye Nono's handwriting, it takes longer and she is more mentally focused. But I saw the sunlight outside the house penetrating the oiled paper on the door panel. Then through the paper of the copybook, it is not difficult for others to find it if they look closely. The words she copied with her left hand coincided more accurately with the original Yenono's handwriting.

After copying the two copybooks, Mo Ye's left and right hand exercises were over. Then she put the two notebooks aside, took the third pen that Xiaoyu had prepared, and returned to the desk to spread out the two blank notebooks again. The left and right hands begin to transcribe at the same time.

For Mo Ye, who was already familiar with the "Chronicles of the Major General" when he was still in the academy earlier. The book was right in front of her eyes. And flipped it to the position to be copied, but she only needed to look at it every once in a while to make sure she hadn't missed it.

On the side, Yeno watched her copy with her left and right hands at the same time. My heart was already full of doubts and surprises. After watching for a while, seeing that Mo Ye copied the book in this way, and there were no mistakes or omissions, she finally couldn't help asking, "Sister Mo, how many kinds of handwriting do you know?" ”

"One." Mo Ye replied decisively.

At this time, Xiaoyu was already standing on the other side of the desk, responsible for handing the pen dipped in ink to Mo Ye's hand, she listened to this answer, and then stared at the handwriting written by Mo Ye, and then said with some disbelief: "Miss Mo's handwriting this time is closer to my young lady's handwriting than the last time, so you don't look like a person who can only write one kind of handwriting." ”

"My handwriting, even if I don't use it for more than ten years, it won't change much, and this kind of handwriting will only be one. And the brushstroke habits of others that you have learned from elsewhere can easily be learned and forgotten if you don't practice them often. Mo Ye paused and then said, "In comparison, I can learn more realistically by imitating other people's handwriting with my left hand. Because I have practiced calligraphy with my right hand since I was a child, my personal habit is too heavy, but although the left hand learns like this, it is never as fast as the right hand, unless I have been left-handed since I was a child, and the right hand will be slower than the left hand. ”

After writing five notes in a row, Mo Ye paused his pen for a moment, and then said to Ye Nuonuo slowly: "Handwriting can express people's personality. In fact, at this rate, I can't completely imitate your handwriting, so I just pondered your pen strokes, and now the glyphs I write are the result of a slight change in your handwriting habits. In other words, although I am helping you this time, I am afraid that you will have to imitate this handwriting in the opposite way from now on. ”

"Huh?" Ye Nuonuo, who slowly understood the meaning of her words, was taken aback, and said in a lost voice: "You mean that you are not imitating my handwriting now, and I will imitate your handwriting in the future?" ”

Mo Ye immediately shook his head: "This is not my handwriting, I am still imitating you." ”

"I'm confused." Xiao Yu, who was standing at the table, forgot to hand the pen for a while, and her hand holding the pen full of ink hung in the air and stopped, it seemed that she was really confused, "Who are you imitating who now?" ”

Mo Ye glanced at Xiao Yu with a smile and did not speak. Next, she picked up the two handwritten notes from the table, moved them to Ye Nuonuo's eyes, let her look directly at the ink that had not yet dried up, and then said: "If you are willing to practice your handwriting neatly, you don't have to do it deliberately, and you will naturally become like this." Your words are either ugly, or you write too lazily, the strokes twist slightly, and the radicals are often scattered, just like your loose heart. ”

Ye Nuonuo took the notebook handed by Mo Ye and just glanced at it a few times, and then heard Mo Ye tell Xiao Yu on the side: "Little Yu girl, please temporarily separate the written notebook and dry it aside, otherwise the ink will stain each other, and Uncle Ye will be able to see that this is not the writing speed of Nuo Nuo's sister." ”

Ye Nuonuo's heart moved, and he said with a smile: "I will also have the writing speed of Sister Mo in the future." ”

"This kind of skill is nothing, and it can't do anything practical." Mo Ye smiled slightly, "I didn't expect that now I will cheat you with this useless little trick, which is even more wrong." If the seniors of your mansion who have just met have spirits in the sky, I hope you don't blame me. ”

Ye Nuonuo knew that she was talking about the rows of Ye Jiaxian groups in the small ancestral hall that had turned into static 'wooden signs', so she had to bow her head and stick out her tongue.

She had shallow doubts. I don't know why Mo Ye suddenly mentioned this again, but she didn't understand what Mo Ye was thinking at this time. Since leaving the dark and narrow room, Mo Ye's heart has been hanging on the group of four-character orders that are only half exposed, and his thoughts are naturally temporarily inseparable from the Ye family group in that painting, and his words naturally come casually.

After concentrating on writing the fourteenth notebook at a speed beyond ordinary people's writing, Mo Ye put down his pen, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the cold on his forehead, and suddenly spoke again: "The book "Major Generals" is as its name suggests, and all the records are military generals who died young. Its content makes people's blood boil when it is excited, and it makes the heartstrings tense when it rushes into battle. Actually, you read it when you're lazy. It is also very beneficial. Although not everyone needs to join the army, the military spirit is determined, and many places can also be used by ordinary people for reference. ”

Ye Nuonuo nodded admittedly. Suddenly asked curiously, "Then do you know?" Who is the youngest general among them? ”

Mo Ye thought for a moment and replied, "Fourteen-year-old Xiang Ming." He is the earliest official general in the record of "Major Generals". Xiang Luo lived in a military tent with his father when he was nine years old, and also read military books with his father and watched drills with him. His father died suddenly on the platform. As the only eldest son, he inherited his father's military rank at the age of fourteen. ”

"I didn't live at home at the age of nine, and I was only a year older than me." Ye Nuonuo sighed, and then asked, "What is Xiang Luo doing now?" ”

"I died in battle at the age of nineteen, but it's a pity." Mo Ye also sighed, "Xiang Miao has no descendants, and the record about him can only be found in the "Major General's Chronicles". ”

The study room became extremely quiet after each of them sighed softly, and no one spoke again, except for the "rubbing" sound of the tip of the pen sweeping on the paper, and the slight rubbing sound between the paper as Xiaoyu dried the notebook on the side.

Ye Nuonuo was still standing beside Mo Ye, but she didn't keep her eyes open and stared at the pen in Mo Ye's hand, and her eyes had moved to the open book of "Major General's Chronicles" placed in front of the copybook.

……

Half an hour's time should be magnified by boredom in this extremely quiet environment, but when Mo Ye finally put down his pen, Ye Nuonuo was in a trance, but he felt that time passed too quickly.

"Alright."

The hidden door of the study opened a half-foot crack, and Mo Ye slanted at the shadow of a small tree on the ground in the courtyard, and put down his pen.

After moving her somewhat stiff shoulders, she looked at Ye Nuonuo and said, "Finally, I left you three notes, and I will help you get to this point." ”

"Oh..."Ye Nuonuo also took her eyes back from the "Major General's Chronicles" that had been opened to the last page, looked at Mo Ye, she asked a little reluctantly: "Sister Mo, how can we meet again in the future?" ”

This is really a problem, and the more difficult part is that Ye Nuonuo is very reluctant to get along with Mo Ye for less than three days, but Mo Ye's inseparable feeling for her is not obvious.

For Ye Nono, Mo Ye is her life-saving benefactor, and after two days of getting along, she also feels that she can get along well with Mo Ye. This is a great comfort for Ye Nono, who is often rejected in women's studies, in terms of both spiritual and life needs.

However, Mo Ye has been entangled in her own identity, which prevents her from fully projecting her feelings to Ye Nono - although she has gradually realized that she likes the lively and loose heart of this girl who is only two years younger than her.

In the past two days, it's okay to talk to Miss Ye about other things, but if it is about her background, she will feel a headache. Fortunately, Miss Ye's own family relationship is also very simple, so she has developed a somewhat rough character, otherwise if she takes these questions seriously and only says that she wants to ask about Wu Shu, Mo Ye will not be able to answer many places.

For such a relationship, Mo Ye did not expect to be able to intersect with Ye Nuonuo.

Even when Wu Shu had just brought Mo Ye to Ye Mansion, she would feel at a loss and wanted to leave here quickly, until she found that she could barely withstand this strange place and strange people, and she slowly got used to it.

"Actually, I don't know...... Otherwise, you can ask Uncle Ye, my Uncle Wu is good friends with him. After a deep sigh, Mo Ye replied. After a pause, she said goodbye: "I must go, there will be a time later." ”

After saying this, Mo Ye walked towards the outside of the study, Ye Nuonuo hurriedly followed, but as soon as she followed to the door, Mo Ye suddenly turned around, rubbed the tip of her nose at a very fast speed, and said: "If there is gathering, there must be dispersion, don't send it, practice calligraphy at home." ”——

(To be continued......)