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Why is that? I'm really anxious~~――

Is my uncle going back?

In fact, Ruan Luo was already aware of this, but at the same time, he felt that if the secret decree was the purpose of Wang Chi's trip out of the palace today, then the moment he left the bookstore, it should be the time for him to say goodbye, why did he have to go around so much?

Just to chat about some short gossip from parents? Ruan Luo himself felt incredulous, he didn't know the stacking speed of the stack of folds on the table in the imperial study, for Wang Chi, every hour was very precious.

If a hard-working emperor like Wang Chi used his daytime to do some miscellaneous things, it would be as nonsense as a merchant who took gold to cast dice and then mingled with a group of gamblers.

Ruan Luo thought that Wang Chi still had unfinished words on this trip, but he was afraid that what he said had little to do with what he had talked about in the study before, and he didn't know what Wang Chi's motives were, as if he suddenly gave up picking up this matter halfway.

To be honest, on this trip with Wang Chi, Ruan Luo's mood has not eased, and he can't do what Wang Chi said when he first left the bookstore. Maybe it's because Wang Chi's identity is too special after all, and the two things he talked about in the bookstore before are too special.

So it's easy for him to ignore himself.

yes, it's time to go back. Wang Chi nodded at Ruan Luo, and then stood up.

As he stood up, the two strong guards from the palace at the next table also stood up.

Ruan Luo subconsciously had to stand up, he had to accompany Wang Chi for at least a while. There was no welcome before, and there should be a gift at this time.

However, he was still half a beat slower, and when he was retreating, one of Wang Chi's hands had been gently pressed on his shoulder, putting a little pressure on him, signaling that he didn't have to get up to send him off.

Wang Chi said softly: Don't bother too much.

At this moment, he was closer to Ruan Luo, and Ruan Luo seemed to be able to read some kindness from the depths of his dark and radiant pupils, and he naturally accepted it. As he commanded, sit back in your chair.

Wang Chi's gaze paused for a moment on the young face of the person in front of him, because he didn't know if the next time they met again, whether it would be a month or two apart, or more than a year and a half, before he looked away and looked at his attendant.

The two Ouchi masters had long been ready to serve Wang Chi back to the palace at any time. Just a little hint from him.

But just as the three of them were about to leave together, Wang Chi's gaze at the attendant instantly turned around and looked outside the door. At the same time, the two palace attendants also looked sideways at the door. The two bodyguards that Ruan Luo brought with him also looked out of the door a little later - they also noticed that there was a kind of skill that was not weak in the gradually approaching footsteps.

The pair of performers and young people who had just walked past walked back again. This time they didn't continue straight sideways, but walked into the wonton house, and when they entered. Instead, he didn't sing while walking.

The old man who plucked the piano had white hair, and his face was wrinkled, as if he had been filled with the vicissitudes of time, and his face was sad and miserable without the slightest youthful luster, and he looked like a person who had lived a bitter life for a long time.

Of course, the linen shirt he was wearing was shabby, loosely dressed and shapeless, but it could be seen that his body was so thin that it was a little frightening. The cuffs of the placket were worn tightly, and the threads of different lengths swayed with his steps, but fortunately they were fairly clean, and when he walked in, he only exuded a slight smell of old straw. No more abnormalities. Therefore, although the owner of the wonton restaurant couldn't help frowning when he saw this person, he didn't immediately kick him out.

Sometimes, a clean person is more likely to be accepted by others than a person who pounds strange spices on himself.

What's more, this bitter old man has a piano, which is different from Laipi beggars, he is a skilled person, at least he can rely on his own hard work to change food.

And comparatively. The young girl who walked into the wonton restaurant with this bitter-faced old man looked much brighter.

In fact, the dark red shirt she was wearing had more than a dozen patches on it, several of which were still stacked on top of each other. However, it is unknown from which pieces of cloth were removed from old clothes. Although it was mended and mended, the edge of the cloth was sewn very carefully, and at a glance, it looked like a few wanton flowers were sewn on a piece of fabric.

The girl's black hair was tied behind her head with a cloth belt, which was too old to be tied too tightly, and a few short strands of hair hung down from her forehead, making her fair and somewhat pale face thinner. This girl was not big, but she was even more thin.

But compared with the old man who played the piano, the girl who sang still had some young capital. At least her clothes weren't tattered to the point of late autumn willows, her face was thin but not wrinkled with bitterness, her hair was still combed into a bunch, and there was a smile in her eyes.

And at the girl's smile, most of the people in the wonton restaurant had an idea: if this girl didn't open her voice, I am afraid that even if the old man's piano skills are good, life will be more difficult.

After walking into the store, the singing girl first offered a blessing to all the guests in the store, and then said softly in a crisp voice: I disturbed the guests to eat, and the little girl from outside apologized to the guests first. The little girl and her grandfather came to Kyoto all the way from western Sichuan to beg, and it was also because they had heard for a long time that Kyoto was now a new day and that the residents in the city were kind and generous, so they thought that maybe they could get a life here...... Of course, if the little girl doesn't sing well and causes trouble to anyone, you say it, and we'll leave immediately.

It seemed to be very close, and suddenly there was a series of crisp birdsong.

There are no trees in this wasteland, and if any birds do stop, they are sparrows, and their chirping cannot be so prolonged. Mo Ye and Shi Yi both felt very novel when they heard the sound, and looked sideways at the same place.

Soon, both noticed. The sound of the birds came from a mound a few steps away.

It was a long-tailed finch with flower feathers, and its slender pair of claws were clasped on a stack of yellow paper pressed at the top of the tomb, and while chirping, it was looking around very vigilantly, and its small black and round eyes were very flexible and arc-shaped, as if the field of vision could be cast widely.

The feather finch seemed to notice two pairs of eyes projecting at it, and glanced in this direction, and the bird's head was slightly fixed.

Because the behavior of the two men in unison is almost the same. It made the gaze seem to overlap and increase the intensity, and there was also a hint of tracking, so that the sensitive wild finch felt a hint of danger, and it immediately flapped its wings and disappeared into the sky.

Mo Ye and Shi Yi retracted their gaze together and glanced sideways at the ashes on the ground. This is to finally check if it has completely extinguished.

At this time, Shi Yi suddenly said casually: It is the first time I have seen a magpie stop in the cemetery.

Mo Ye also replied casually: Because there will be a lot of food delivered to the door here today.

Again, I ignored it. Shi Yi nodded, and the corners of his lips hooked.

Mo Ye was silent for a moment and then suddenly said: Actually, I haven't been able to tell the difference, what is the difference between a crow and a magpie, if you hadn't said it just now, I almost thought it was a crow.

Crows can tear carrion. It's no surprise that you'd think so. Shi Yi's words were very direct, but a very faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was just talking about something very light, the crow was completely black, and when it was hungry, as long as it saw the smell of blood, it dared to attack a living creature several times larger than it. But in this case, it is better to see the scene of black crows circling over the corpse field with your own eyes, and you must be able to remember this bird whose spirit is far more fierce than its body as long as you look at it.

Mo Ye glanced up at Shi Yi. Hesitated: Have you seen it?

I...... Shi Yi also hesitated before answering, I have seen the painting.

Mo Ye thought for a moment and asked, "Which painter would paint such a scene?"

Yes, what painter doesn't paint in the style of beauty and auspiciousness? Only such a painting can not be sold, even if the painting is ugly, there are still people willing to buy it, and the picture is auspicious.

And this kind of gloomy and solemn painting style, although there are still people with unique taste who are willing to buy, but this kind of people are willing to pay for paintings. It must be a maverick style at the same time, and the requirements for the painter's skills are also very high.

How old is Shi Yicai? He spent the previous three years in the school, where did he see this style of painting?

After a moment of silence, Shi Yi laughed dryly. didn't answer Mo Ye's question, and directly changed the conversation and said: It's better to talk about magpies, it's better to talk about this kind of bird, add joy.

Mo Ye nodded and said: I heard that whoever this bird stands on and chirps means that there is a happy event in someone's family.

Shi Yi was about to agree a few times, but when he was about to speak, he realized that something was wrong.

Mo Ye also turned around and said indifferently: But it stopped at the grave just now, it seems that this statement is not necessarily accurate.

Shi Yi smiled and said: It was a greedy cry just now, and it has nothing to do with the annunciation. If the bird's job is to give good news, then it should also want to rest!

Mo Ye felt that Shi Yi's words were very interesting, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face.

Shi Yi didn't say any more crows or magpies, he stood up and looked around.

Mo Ye then stood up with the empty basket, looking at his expression as he looked around, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and said contemplatively: Is anyone else coming here with you?

The fact that he built a fake tomb for the master and came to worship on this day every year, Mo Ye only said it to Ruan Luo, Wu Shu, and Shi Yi in front of him. This matter is indeed inappropriate to make a noise, Mo Ye did not even give the stone tablet a symbolic erection of the empty tomb, because he was afraid that as Wu Shu said, Master's old enemies might find out this place and even dig up the empty tomb.

Although only a small bottle was buried in the tomb, it was still a very important thing for Mo Ye.

If Shi Yi came this time and brought someone else with him, it was difficult to guarantee whether this secret would not be leaked.

Shi Yi saw the slight nervousness on Mo Ye's face, but he already had an answer in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: Because I suddenly thought of that letter, if I missed today, I can only wait until next year to have the opportunity to 'piggyback' Mr. Lin, but I didn't agree to come with you yesterday, and I don't know the location, so I had to find Uncle Wu and ask him to bring me here.

Shi Yi returned to Beijing after completing his studies, and after contacting Mo Ye, he found that Mo Ye didn't know what kind of opportunity he had to pass through guò, and worshiped a strange-faced uncle, and Mo Ye seemed to trust him very much. Although I don't know how many details the relationship between the two has gone through to this point, from the perspective of time, the acquaintance of the two should be after Lin Shan's accident, thinking about it this way, some things are not difficult to speculate.

Because he doesn't have any relatives, he has been used to associating with people who have no blood relatives since he was a child, and there are more than a dozen godaunts in Dongfeng Building alone, so Shi Yi has also developed a good temper and basically doesn't recognize life. Seeing Mo Ye shouting Uncle Wu one by one, Shi Yi soon followed suit.

Anyway, if you really want to distinguish carefully, Uncle Wu is still Wu Shu, it's really hard to distinguish.

However, Shi Yi did have some respect when he called these two words.

Hearing that Uncle Wu was also here, although Mo Ye had long been accustomed to the dodging style that Wu Shu often maintained during the day, it was normal for him not to show up when he arrived here, but when she first heard what Shi Yi said, she was still slightly surprised in her heart.

After Mo Ye heard this, like Shi Yi, he also looked around, looking for the figure that seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye.

In the middle of the summer three years ago, Wu Shu, who went to sea with a merchant ship in late spring, returned safely, and the first thing he did when he found Mo Ye was to ask her where the small bottle was.

Mo Ye had no choice but to sue him about burying the bottle.

Regarding Mo Ye's use of a small bottle to replace Lin Shan's clothes and build an empty tomb for Lin Shan's in the wilderness, Wu Shu would look a little strange every time he mentioned it. Mo Ye didn't know what he would think about every time he got there, and gradually vaguely thought that it was the reason why Wu Shu had never accompanied her here to see this empty tomb.

Mo Ye glanced around a few times, but did not find the familiar figure.

Later, it was Shi Yi who noticed it first, pointed sideways to a mound, and said to Mo Ye: Now he is waiting for you over there, you can go over.

Mo Ye cast a distant gaze, looked at the place where Shi Yi raised her hand, and carefully contemplated it to make sure that it was empty, and then she looked sideways at Shi Yi again, and wondered: There is no one there.

Fortunately, she didn't have any concept of ghosts and gods in her heart, otherwise with the characteristics of the region she was standing in at this time, I am afraid that she would subconsciously feel that Shi Yi was a ghost during the day - although Wu Shu's image and appearance were really a little similar to ghosts.