- When the moonlight is still far below the horizon, the Taoliu Street is still in a relatively quiet atmosphere.

However, Kyoto locals know that the quietness of Momo Yanagi Street is still not suitable for staying at home, because the silence of the day is for the hustle and bustle of the night, and the silence of the previous hour is for the next hour of performance to accumulate energy.

Although the Yulang restaurants on Luliu Street on the right hand are relatively quiet day and night, the actual situation is actually no different from that in the block on the left hand.

After decades of scattered operations, as well as orderly and large-scale operations in the past ten years, a set of rules that are consciously observed by various businesses have naturally formed on Taoliu Street, which is the day and night prosperity of this unusual business.

As the largest Gyokuro restaurant on Green Willow Street, so is Qingfeng Pavilion.

Just after lunchtime, the proprietress of the Caojia Wine Shop, who had been widowed for three years in the east of the city, suddenly came to Qingfeng Hall in a sedan chair during the day. I don't know if she's been too busy in recent days and hasn't come, so she misses the lover in the Qingfeng Pavilion too much, or she drinks too much muddy wine that she hasn't sold, and she comes with a drunken body, so she must have fun with her lover.

But there was no suspense, the owner of the museum finally followed the rules of the Qingfeng Pavilion, regardless of the risk of this business being ruined, and called a few guards in the museum, with sticks and sticks, to take the widowed proprietress of the Cao family out of the museum and throw it back into the sedan chair that sent her, so that she was not ashamed and not a wolf.

The widowed proprietress of the Cao family went crazy with the strength of wine, and this matter broke out. Even a few prostitutes in the heart neighborhood on the left who had been resting lightly during the day were awakened by the noise, and pushed the windows to watch, and let out a few mocking laughs from time to time.

The laughing woman exchanged her body for money, but the widow of the Cao family not only lost her body in Qingfeng Pavilion. If you lose your money, isn't it a big loss?

But there is such a group of people in this world, to put it nicely, they are infatuated, to be precise, they are stupid, and they spend a lot of money and moths to fight the fire for the sake of what they want to get.

But presumably the widow of the Cao family will not come again in the future, she showed her face when she visited the Qingfeng Pavilion during the day, although it was exposed to the Qinglou woman who was not noble on the other side of the block, but the rules are the rules, and she will not be sent by an uncle who is still alive in the Cao family to tie up the pig cage when she goes back today. It is already a creation that prays to God and worships heaven.

Other than that. The business associated with Widow Cao in the Qingfeng Pavilion is definitely about to collapse. And this Yulang, who can lure Widow Cao to come to have fun in broad daylight, and is still obsessed with getting drunk and making trouble, should also be low-key in the near future. After all, this matter has seen the light of day, in case the Cao family brings someone from the government to investigate, it will always be a trouble, so avoid it if you can!

However, despite this, the owner of the Qingfeng Pavilion did not treat him coldly because this Yulang with the wonderful name Zimeng might bring trouble to the pavilion, but seemed to offer him up, and when the widow Cao left, the street was clean outside, and the owner of the Qingfeng Pavilion also came to the single courtyard where Zimeng lived, and said hello with a smile.

Just because Zimeng is the cash cow of Qingfeng Pavilion!

Before Widow Cao left, there were already several female patrons asking Zimeng when he would have time to change owners. This time, Widow Cao was expelled for breaking the rules, and the owner of the Qingfeng Pavilion would be so stiff before ordering the Widow Cao to go out, and the Widow Cao left before the contract period, just to change to another heroine with a thicker family background and a more generous shot, Gu Patron Zimeng, and the most benefited was the Qingfeng Pavilion.

But before that, it is true that a period of time has to be arranged for Zimeng to rest and rest, and recently, for some reason, he seems to be very sick, and I don't know if he is always dragged by the Cao widow to drink, which has damaged his already thin body.

The owner of the Qingfeng Pavilion was thinking so when he walked on the road, and as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw Zimeng sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, his clothes were loose, and he didn't know if it was cut too big, or if he was thin again.

Coughing lightly, the Qingfeng Pavilion Master opened his voice and said softly: Zimeng......

In fact, when a word in his mouth was opened, it seemed that Zimeng, who was in a daze just now, had already turned his head sideways to look at it, and this sense of acuity made the Qingfeng Pavilion Master feel a little surprised, a little surprised, and a little strange.

I don't know if it's the mental effect to guide cognition, the Qingfeng Pavilion owner looked at the outline of Zimeng's side face, and suddenly felt a trace of strangeness, so after the word Zimeng was called, there was nothing else to say for a while.

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When a small disturbance was caused by horses galloping on the flat ground of the East Castle Gate near the sea, the southern side of the capital city was adjacent to the garbage mountain, and the bamboo forest of the unnamed lake was surrounded by a dark green water color all year round. A temple of small scale is still as usual, like a silk smoke ethereal rise into the sky. The occasional slight chanting sound swayed like a breeze through Berlin, making an irregular but calming sound.

There are no people here who rush to and fro for a better livelihood, nor angry horses that rush to the market, no life and death, no anger and joy...... There is only one faction that is peaceful and indisputable.

There are guests in the small temple today, but this small dynamic has not affected the ordinary and quiet atmosphere of the small temple as a whole, just because this guest is really just a worldly friend hosted by the temple. The temple monk is no stranger to this visitor, and this visitor seems to have something to do today. I picked the most free time in the morning in the temple to come.

However, one or two monks were still secretly suspicious that at the end of the morning class, the monks had dispersed to the meditation room for a short break. Instead of going to the parlor to wait for his old friend, the guest knelt on a hard futon in the middle of the empty Buddha Hall. The expression on his face seems to be pious, but in fact it does not seem to be asking for Buddha, which is not difficult for temple monks who have seen countless pilgrims seeking Buddha's expressions.

The guest was faced with a painted gold body. The big Buddha who was cleaned spotlessly by the temple monks, but there was no Buddha shadow in his eyes. He just kept lowering his eyelids slightly, his eyes scattered on the incense platform, as if he was distracted by something, and as if he had waited too long, he was slightly in a daze because of monotony and boredom.

This guest has been here for a long time. Xixin, who is the presiding officer of this small temple, did not appear. During this period when all the monks were in a state of short leisure, he should not be too busy. What's more, it is his friend who visited the temple today. He had never neglected his friends as much as he did today. Not only is his whereabouts unknown, but he hasn't even called a monk to bring a message.

Xiao Qiang stood at the door of the big Buddha hall of the small temple, quietly staring at the green-shirted man kneeling on the futon facing the big Buddha in the middle of the Buddha hall, and she suddenly sighed faintly.

Cen Chi knelt motionlessly. More than an hour has passed. Xiao Qiang was a little worried. But in this quiet Buddhist place, it is inconvenient for her to persuade something. also knew that her persuasion at this moment would basically not have any effect on Cen Chi.

This small temple, which is adjacent to the giant garbage mountain in the south of the city and is located in a bamboo forest, is presided over by all men, but the small temple does not refuse female guests to come to pray for blessings. Not only that, but there are also some female relatives in the royal family who will personally come to this temple to offer incense, just because a few years ago there was a woman who had been in this temple for half a year, and this woman is the mother of the eldest daughter of today's son.

Because of this glorious past in the eyes of the world, Kyoto even has the opportunity to visit Kyoto. Those who know the existence of this small temple. I also have a high interest in coming here to worship the Buddha. However, this small temple is different from a nunnery after all. After entering the temple, female guests will have more restrictions on their behavior, and it is impossible to chat and laugh, and they will be immediately invited out by the monks. The warrior monks in the temple did this without ambiguity.

Therefore, although Xiao Qiang wanted to persuade Cen Chi to get up and rest for a while, all she could do was to stand very confined to the door of the Big Buddha Hall, and stand and wait with him kneeling in front of the Buddha in the hall.

A few days ago, Cen Chi suddenly suffered from a serious illness, Xiao Qiang was very frightened, and she was even more distressed after learning that Cen Chi was extremely sad.

After a few days of Xiao Qiang serving tea and pouring water, and taking care of her in front and back, Cen Chi finally recovered completely, and there seemed to be more concern between him and her that he didn't have before. This concern made Xiao Qiang feel more appropriate when she saw Cen Chi. But it can also allow her to see the mood in his eyes more deeply.

Although his body was almost recovered, she could sense the sadness in his eyes all along. He still smiled easily, but his smile had been covered with a deep color since that day, as if he had accumulated dust in his heart.

Today, the self-trial process of the Prime Minister's Mansion has finally come to an end, and everyone in the whole government breathes a sigh of relief. Although everyone's range of activities has not fully recovered to the usual free schedule, at least it does not have to be as restricted as in the past few days of self-examination.

Cen Chi has some friendship with Master Xixin, the abbot of the small temple, which is something that Cen Chi had already talked about with Shi Xin, the third son of the prime minister, when he first returned to the prime minister's mansion a few days ago. So yesterday, Cen Chi told Shi Xin that he wanted to come to the small temple, and Shi Xin quickly agreed. It's just that Shi Xin arranged two guards for Cen Chi at the same time, and also asked Xiao Qiang to go with him, because he was worried that his illness was just right, and he had no objection to this.

Xiao Qiang is Shi Xin's close maid who was assigned to Cen Chi a long time ago, because Cen Chi has a gentle temperament, she can behave much more freely in front of him. And because of Cen Chi, Shi Xin, at the suggestion of her father, deliberately relaxed some rules for her, so she lived relatively easily among all the servants in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

But she has always been a servant in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and her usual activities are limited to that big mansion. Although the Prime Minister's Mansion is large, she has lived in that place for several years, and she has seen most of every inch of land in the mansion. In terms of her status, she is not qualified to be tired of anything, but that does not mean that she has not been tired of it in her heart.

Today is her first time to come to the small temple, she does not know the life of the Buddhist temple, but she is still looking forward to today's temple line, when she set off as if she was going to participate in the assembly. However, after reaching the halfway point, Cen Chi told her some of the things that should be restrained after the woman entered the small temple, and her happy smile suddenly wilted like a small flower under the hot sun.

Xiao Qiang thought that Cen would come here late to meet friends, and if she could talk about the worries in her heart, she would be able to dissipate some of her worries. But now she has been waiting with Cen Chi for more than an hour, and the sun is shining, but she still doesn't see the Xixin master appear. She couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and secretly worried: Could it be that Xixin has not come, and Mr. Cen will continue to kneel like this?

Thinking of this, she turned her head to look at the courtyard outside the hall, and looked around, only to see the young monk who held a bamboo broom in both hands, and swept the courtyard to a corner in the distance.

Xiao Qiang sighed in her heart, because her idea of finding someone to pull Cen Chi away had failed. At the same time, she silently mocked herself in her heart: The most important thing that monks do every day is to worship the Buddha, so is it possible to ask a monk to dissuade pilgrims who enter the temple from worshipping the Buddha?

It was nearly noon, and the sun in the sky, which was covered by a large cloud of clouds, had been trying for a long time. Finally showed his face from the clouds. A large piece of dazzling sunlight suddenly poured down, falling on the gray and white stone slab ground that was cleaned very clean by the monks outside the Buddha hall, and then refracted into the Buddha hall, reflecting the Buddha painted with a golden body in the Buddha hall The whole body seems to emit a faint light.

Xiao Qiang was immersed in the bright sunshine, and after a while, she felt that the surface of her skin was slightly itchy. She subconsciously stopped looking at the courtyard that was full of sunlight and looked a little dazzling after repeated refraction of the light, and turned her eyes to look at the Buddha hall again, and her eyes were a little dizzy by the golden light reflected by the sunlight on the big Buddha's body, and it took a while to get used to it.

And when she's just getting used to it. Suddenly, I felt that someone was walking beside me.

Qiang just turned sideways. I saw a monk dressed in gray-white cotton and linen monk's robes standing by. Only three steps away from herself, she couldn't help but be stunned.

The monk looked to be only in his thirties, although he was a bald monk with a shaved head. The clothes are also simple, but his face is very handsome, and he must have been a handsome man when he was not a monk and had a green silk crown.

At this time, Xiao Qiang was just stunned by the sudden appearance of the plain-clothed monk, and after she came back to her senses, she didn't have much leisure to continue to imagine in that somewhat ridiculous direction. The person she really pays attention to and cares about is still the man in green shirt who has been kneeling on the futon for a long time facing the big Buddha in the Buddhist hall.

The sudden appearance of the plain-clothed monk filled Xiao Qiang's heart with more surprise. If she hadn't been standing in front of the Buddha hall under the blue sky and white sun, she would have wondered what kind of monster this monk who walked without a voice.

The heterochromia in Xiao Qiang's eyes was exposed, and the plain-clothed monk also saw it all. Yet his gaze remained calm. The plain-clothed monk didn't say anything to Xiao Qiang, but bowed slightly at her with his palms together, and then the footsteps entered the Buddha hall as slightly as when he came.

After stepping over the threshold, he first approached the wooden frame on the left side of the Buddhist hall where incense candles were placed, raised his hand to bypass the neatly tied clusters of incense candles, and took out a bamboo tube containing many bamboo sticks.

The plain-clothed monk approached Cen Chi with a bamboo tube, he didn't speak, but when he walked to a distance of only five steps from Cen Chi, Cen Chi, who had been motionless in silence, seemed to have eyes behind his back, and found the arrival of the plain-clothed monk and slowly turned his head without speaking.

The plain-clothed monk still didn't speak, but stopped after continuing to walk two steps closer, and then raised his hand holding the bamboo tube and approached Cen Chi.

Cen Chi's gaze stopped on the dusty bamboo tube, he didn't speak, just shook his head.

The plain-clothed monk bowed slightly, stretched out his other hand to hold Cen Chi's arm, and pulled him up from the futon. He still didn't speak, but handed the bamboo tube in his hand to Cen Chi again.

Cen Chi naturally raised his hand hesitantly at his side, but only halfway up, he lowered his hand again. At the same time let out a long sigh. The air he exhaled from his throat hit the bamboo tube, causing the dust on the bamboo tube that seemed to have not been used for a long time to raise a lot of dust.

The plain-clothed monk's eyes froze, but he still didn't say a word, but after a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his empty hand.

When Cen Chi saw this scene, his eyes widened slightly, and he raised his hand in an instant.

Xiao Qiang stood quietly outside the door of the big Buddha hall and didn't dare to say much, and she was very puzzled by what the two people in the hall were talking about, and she was also very curious about the identity of the plain-clothed monk. Just when she didn't know what was going to happen next in the temple, in an instant. The quiet atmosphere just now was broken in an instant, Cen Chi suddenly raised his sleeves to block his face, and the plain-clothed monk's raised hand slapped the bottom of the bamboo tube held in the other hand.

Syllable!

After a shallow crisp sound. The bamboo in the bamboo tube made a muffled sound, as if it was squeezed together by some force. After being forced, the bamboo sticks found the outlet above the bamboo tube, and then squeezed out together, jumping and scattering into the air above the Buddha hall, drawing traces like fireworks splashing.

Flying with bamboo sticks. There is also dust that has accumulated for many days inside and outside the bamboo tube. The dust that had been blowing up looked very unseemly in the clean and quiet temple, but the plain-clothed monk didn't care. And he saw his figure walking through the dust. Under those bamboo sticks that are like stars dancing in the sky, he holds the bamboo tubes that have just been emptied by his palm, and chases the bamboo sticks that are falling down naturally, like a palm bowl to collect the raindrops in the sky.

Cen Chi put down the sleeves that covered his face. The dust that shook out of the bamboo tube in the Buddha hall had dispersed to every corner. At the same time, it is also diluted a lot. The figure of the plain-clothed monk has already left the Buddhist hall and walked down the courtyard. The bamboo tube has also been returned to its original position. The bamboo tube is still full of bamboo sticks, but it is not as neatly placed as before, but it is much cleaner than the dusty appearance just now.

Looking at the back of the plain-clothed monk walking down the courtyard, Cen Chi couldn't help but take a deep breath. He seemed to be thinking about it, forgetting that there was still a lot of dust floating in the air in the temple. Carelessly, he choked several times in a row. At this moment, the plain-clothed monk who had already walked to the middle of the courtyard walked slowly. Glanced at him with a slight tilt.

Cen Chi was slightly stunned, then lowered his eyes to the ground of the Buddha hall, picked up the only bamboo stick that fell on the ground, and then chased after the back of the plain-clothed monk.

This scene in the Buddha hall changed too quickly. So much so that Cen Chi quickly chased the figure of the plain-clothed monk out of the courtyard. Xiao Qiang, who was standing by the door, reacted.

Xiao Qiang was slightly stunned. Immediately, without thinking much about anything, he ran down the steps and chased after Cen Chi's back.

Three people with very different identities hurriedly walked along a straight stone road in the middle of the courtyard, and others couldn't help but feel a little abrupt. Although the temple is full of monks with indifferent hearts. But as a woman, Xiao Qiang finally chased only to the gate of the courtyard, and was stopped by a little novice.

Xiao Shami clasped his palms together, first said softly, and then said slowly: Donor, please follow me to the Hou living room to rest for a while, Master Xixin and your companion have something to talk about, Master has ordered, it is inconvenient for you to go with you.

Xiao Qiang's face froze when she heard this, and in an instant she realized a problem, and suddenly said in surprise: Then, that is Master Xixin?!

Just finished saying this. She realized that there was some disrespect in her tone, and hurriedly imitated the etiquette of the monk, and said sorry twice in a row.

Xiao Shami's face was still calm, and he didn't care about this, he only nodded slightly, and then said with a flat palm, "Donor, please come with the little monk."

Xiao Qiang followed Xiao Shami to the waiting room, and slowly walked out of the courtyard around the big Buddha hall, Cen Chi and the plain-clothed monk Xixin had already disappeared, and Xiaoqiang's heart still had some surprise that the plain-clothed monk was born from Xixin.

Xiao Qiang soon followed Xiao Shami's guidance to a plainly furnished room. After sitting down at the table, she looked at the little novice who was making tea with water boiling on a small tandoor in the corner of the house, and finally couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, and said: This little master, Master Xixin doesn't look very old?

Xiao Shami gently rested the pot of boiling water on the table, and then put his palms together at Xiao Qiang, and then said slowly: Donor, Master Xixin really has two Chinese New Year's Eve.

Xiao Qiang didn't expect this little monk to answer the question she asked, it would be so direct, which seemed to her to be extremely presumptuous, she was slightly stunned and hurriedly waved her hand and said: I, in fact, I didn't want to ask him indiscriminately, little master, don't get me wrong.

At this time, there was no strange look on Xiao Shami's face, but Xiao Qiang became more and more confused.

After shouting the Buddha's words, Xiao Shami said calmly: The donor does not need to worry about worrying, Master Xixin said that the donors who come to worship the Buddha should answer their questions, and the answers are all untrue.

Xiao Qiang nodded, a relaxed smile appeared on her face, but she sighed in her heart: others are open-minded when they ask questions, which does not mean that they can ask everything!

Looking at the little novice's gentle manner of making tea, Xiao Qiang felt a little uncomfortable sitting on the chair. She has always served others, and today she is one of the few people who accepts someone else's tea service as a guest, and this person is still a young monk who is only eleven or twelve years old.

After a moment's hesitation, she spoke again, breaking the somewhat awkward silence in the waiting room.

Is Master Xixin's martial arts strong? After a slight pause, she added: In the Buddha hall just now, it scared me.

Xiao Shami didn't see the scene that happened in the Buddha hall, he just said calmly according to what he knew in his heart: Master has practiced martial arts for more than ten years, strengthened his body with martial arts, and asked questions with martial arts, but he has never used martial arts to fight evil with others. The little monk didn't know what the donor meant by 'strong', so he didn't know how to answer.

After listening to Xiao Shami's explanation, Xiao Qiang only nodded admittedly. Didn't say anything more.

Although Xiao Shami's words actually meant that he didn't say anything, he didn't lose his senses, which also made Xiao Qiang feel once again that she had unconsciously said something reckless.

But she may not even realize it. Her repeated reckless behavior was because she was worried about the man who had been kneeling in the Buddhist hall for more than an hour, was thrown off by Xixin, and now she didn't know where she was going and what she was doing with the monk.

The little novice made tea and left. Xiao Qiang stayed alone in the waiting room, holding a cup of hot tea, and gradually felt that it was very redundant for her to come here today, and the excitement in her heart when she set off from the Prime Minister's Mansion in the early morning gradually fell silent with the tea that turned from hot to warm and from warm to cold.

When in a small temple in the bamboo forest. Xiao Qiang sat down with a cup of hot tea. Lie down at the wooden table in the quiet waiting room to pass the boring time. When he was almost about to fall asleep, on a secluded street in the east of the city, an ugly-faced man was running wildly with a load. He ran with all his might, just to get the injured child he was holding in his arms as good as possible.

Lying on the back of the ugly-faced young man, the little girl could not help but be frightened and a little dizzy when he saw that he was carrying a man on his back and carrying a double weight of a man in his arms. She subconsciously tightened the arm around the young man's neck, and she felt like she had almost slipped off his back a few times because it was so fast.

Although the little girl who didn't dare to let go of his neck for a moment didn't really fly out, she suddenly felt something in a trance. He became a necklace around the young man's neck, dangling with the wind towards the back of his neck.

Bypassing a few streets, it could be seen that the young man was walking on a secluded street, and the little girl could understand that the young man did not want to attract too much attention from passers-by his thunderous phantom-like figure. But she clearly remembered that when he asked her to come to his back just now, he said that he would ask her to guide the way, but why did he hardly ask her for directions along the way?

The secluded and somewhat unfamiliar street quickly receded behind her head, and after the tea, the little girl could finally feel that the street scene around her was familiar, because she was about to arrive home, and her home, located in the east of the city, was also in the middle of a secluded road.

However, seeing that she was about to get home, the little girl suddenly had a frightened thought, and secretly said in her heart: This person has a strange ugly face, gloomy eyes, but his martial arts are extremely strong, it can't be anything...... Vicious characters, right?

After hesitating for a moment, considering that this conjecture would implicate the safety of her own mansion, she frowned, plucked up the courage to ask: Is my uncle from Kyoto?

Wu Shu didn't answer immediately, but in the process of moving forward at such a rapid pace, the little girl suddenly asked such a sentence, which could still make him smell something different.

Wu Shu was very confident that after he saw Ye Zhengming, he didn't have to say many things very clearly, and the other party would naturally understand and not ask. There are some things between adults that have been archived in memory for a long time. But in the face of Ye Zhengming's young daughter, Wu Shu was a little difficult. He didn't want to leave too many fragments of the adult's past that were not too gentle in her new blank life and memory.

This child is a little eccentric, but his heart is also simple and kind, as if he only needs a big wind to blow, it will be wrinkled and scarred, presumably in ordinary life, Ye Zhengming has not mentioned those things between adults to her.

Because of the little girl's problem, Wu Shu took some things into consideration, but that's not all. It was just a blink of an eye, and he suddenly thought of the title that Mo Ye called him just now.

This title has been imposed on him by Mo Ye for a few days, but he doesn't want to accept it.

Wu Shu thought that after the completion of this mission, he would probably not have any more intersections with her, and he himself could not adapt to suddenly getting so close to a stranger, even if it was only in terms of title. Perhaps he tried to do so, but was met with a lot of rejection. After going through so much, he got used to it, and finally got used to being alone.

Getting used to loneliness for a long time can make it easy to forget that you have tried to reject loneliness.

Wu Shu looked at Mo Ye, who was fainting in his arms, his gaze wandered over her slightly bloodless face, and finally landed on the wrinkle on her brow.

There was silence all the way, and when he was about to reach the door of the little girl's house, Wu Shu finally opened his mouth and said in a calm voice: I have left here for a while.

The little girl nodded, not asking anything more.

This capital city and the entire Zhao country. In the past ten years, there have been great changes. The little girl has lived in this world for less than ten years. But this change can already be understood. So she understands. Even those who have lived here have left for a year and a half, and when they come back, they will probably have a lot of unfamiliarity.

Time is of the essence. It also made her unable to ask too many questions. I can only pick the doubts that I think are most important. Wu Shu's answer can be regarded as hitting the scope of what she can understand.

However, she didn't know that this ugly man who was carrying himself behind his back and holding that sister in his arms had just broken a special case in his life that had been closed for several years when he said this sentence just now.

Wu Shu lied. In order to protect Mo Ye's identity.

The door number of the Ye Mansion that was getting closer and closer reminded him that he could have not had to tell this lie, but he did it anyway. Maybe if you want to trace the reason for what he did. It was the Uncle Wu she shouted in the crowd on the street before.

Approaching the door of the house, Wu Shu squatted down. The little girl understood. Quickly slipped off his back. She had been bumped on his back all the way. I only felt five internal shocks. Dizziness. There was even a delusion that the ugly young man seemed to be more familiar with the location of her home than she was. It's good now, I finally don't have to do it so much.

But. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt as if she was stepping on a volley of open nets, and the short child's body was swaying from side to side, unable to walk in a straight line.

Wu Shu looked at her like this, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said: If you grab the corner of my clothes, you won't fall.

This...... It was originally a common move for Mo Ye to stand beside him.

According to Wu Shu's usual habits, he could have easily crossed the wall directly, but the Ye Mansion he was facing at this moment was not what he usually needed to listen to. Or a mansion that assassinates someone needs to enter. On the contrary, the person who could save the girl in his arms could be regarded as his old friend, but although he and this old friend lived in the same capital, they had not seen each other for many years. In short, no matter what aspect it is, he can't go directly into the house by climbing over the wall.

But he didn't have much experience in visiting other people's houses, and if he wanted to go to the door of his old friend's house in such a polite way in the eyes of ordinary people, he would still unconsciously have a strange feeling in his heart.

Fortunately, this slightly embarrassed and slightly embarrassing love was quickly released in a sudden turning point.

Wu Shu was holding Mo Ye in his arms, and it was inconvenient to free his hands to knock on the door, and it was impossible to use his feet instead of kicking the door with his hands. And at this moment, Wu Shu saw the little girl swaying her steps to the door of her house, she was limited in height and couldn't reach the door knocker, so she had to reach out and pat the door panel, and at the same time shouted loudly: Open the door! It's me, there's a patient in need of treatment!

Surprisingly, she just slapped the door panel after reaching out her hand, and the door of the mansion, which looked a little heavy, slowly opened to the inside of the house.

The little girl was stunned, but Wu Shu, who was standing beside her, quickly noticed the middle-aged man standing directly opposite the gate.

A moment after the gate opened, the middle-aged man who stood straight in the middle courtyard directly opposite the gate, his eyes were stern and implicit, and he seemed to be waiting for someone, so he said in a calm voice: No'er, where did you go last night?

As soon as his words started, Wu Shu felt the hand of the little girl next to him who was pulling the corner of his clothes tremble.

The look in Wu Shu's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The middle-aged man standing opposite, judging from his appearance and the way he looked at this side, it was not difficult to discern his identity in this mansion. He is the owner of this house, the father of the little girl, and also one of the nine imperial doctors of the Imperial Medical Bureau, and the famous doctor Ye Zhengming in Kyoto.

However, the little girl standing on the side faced her father, and did not say a word like Wu Shu, as if standing opposite her was just a stranger who had nothing to do with her.

However, this was not the case, she faced Ye Zhengming, and slowly lowered her head, her eyes full of fear. She was obviously under her father's scrutinizing gaze, and she was consciously repenting of what mistakes she had made.

Ye Zhengming saw that his daughter was back, and there was a stranger with him, and the annoyance in his heart was temporarily suppressed by doubts. When I looked closely, there were still two strangers, and the girl who was much younger of them seemed to be in a bad condition.

Thinking of the words that his daughter shouted when she opened the door just now, Ye Zhengming temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart. The patient's suffering is the most urgent and important matter in the eyes of the doctor, and he is not suitable to deal with private matters under the attention of outsiders-