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When Mo Ye stretched out his finger and gently pressed on the pale green vein, Ling Li suddenly opened his eyes, and the brilliance in his eyes suddenly flourished, but soon gradually dimmed.

At first touch of his gaze, Mo Ye couldn't help but tremble his hands. But seeing that he did not use his weak posture as a cover for the sneak attack like he had done when he fell off the horse the previous time, her tightened heart slowed down, and at the same time she couldn't help but sigh secretly, it seemed that his life was indeed coming to an end.

Ling Li closed his eyes and condensed his spirit for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he said weakly, "What are you doing?"

Mo Ye was stunned when she heard this, because she suddenly remembered that not long ago, she had also said this. In the same way, to put it on a different person, she sounded a little weird.

With a thought in her mind, she said lightly: "Don't be nervous, we are still in a cooperative relationship now, so I won't do anything difficult for you."

It's about a return of what he had said to her earlier.

Ling Li is a quick thinker, even if he is now weak and endured the intense pain coming from his body, and is about to reach the limit, as long as he can maintain his sanity, his brain can still think three points faster than ordinary people.

He quickly understood the deliberate meaning of Mo Ye's words, and he was also slightly stunned, and immediately smiled.

Mo Ye looked at the smile on his face, his eyes froze.

It's really rare, and he can smile a little warmly.

After a brief trance in her mind, she realized that she was distracted, and suddenly raised her hand and slapped her forehead, and then continued to probe his pulse. After feeling quietly for a while, she found that his pulse was like a startled horse at this time. Crossing one obstacle after another, sometimes hurried, sometimes stagnant. It is impossible for ordinary people to have such a dangerous pulse, mostly because this guy has eaten that kind of yao, and his body has been stimulated to a morbidly radical state. But because his body's vitality has already shown signs of rupture, it is easy to break the meridians with such a fierce yao.

As soon as Mo Ye thought about this, he heard this madman who was taking his body and life as a child's play speak again, and said forcefully: "Can you ...... Help me get ...... yao……”

Mo Ye frowned, and said lightly: "I'm really a little curious at this time, if you continue to eat that kind of yao, will you bleed to death later?"

Ling Li didn't speak, just smiled weakly.

For the sake of his smile, Mo Ye said one more sentence: "With your current pulse." Even if you survive, you still have some disabilities in your body, so why can't you stop for a while?"

The smile on Ling Li's face narrowed slightly, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito's chirping: "Squeeze out some more strength for yourself...... Grave digging ...... I don't want to...... Exposed Beast Mouth ......"

With this reply, Mo Ye didn't want to ask anything more. After the pulse diagnosis, she expected that even if he ate more yao that stimulates his physical potential, he would not be able to toss anything, so he would fulfill his last wish according to his words! Some people regard other people's lives as if they were a mustard, but when they are dying, they also attach great importance to the matter of a good death.

Take that yao bottle. was bound to lift the placket, Mo Ye didn't seem to think much before he stretched out his hand to his chest, and was about to touch it, but suddenly retracted it as if it was pierced on a thorn. She remembered that not long ago, it was almost the same way, he was lying on his back on the ground. Then she put her hand into his arms...... The difference was that the previous time he had his eyes closed, this time he was looking at her.

I can't do it!

As if he could see through her, he smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, after I die." Whatever you've done to me, it's all written off. ”

That's the same thing...... Therefore, there are many people in this world who have remembered the grudges for several years or more than ten years, and they are often the easiest to unconditionally dissolve in the face of death.

Thinking of this, Mo Ye suddenly realized a problem, and immediately said, "You really just want to dig a grave for yourself around here?" It's not far from your host's house......" She stopped abruptly in the middle of her words.

In fact, she didn't need to be reminded, this killer also understood this problem. The route of their trip was all discussed together, and they each knew it.

But she was always a little worried, what if her words rekindled some kind of belief in him?

But then again, maybe his words of "digging your own grave" just now were his joke...... People haven't seriously said to give up yet!

However, Ling Li's next words gave her a visionary, but at the same time, somewhat staggering reply.

"No...... It's so tiring...... I really want to rest on the spot......" He exhaled softly, his dim pupils condensed a trace of brilliance with difficulty, looked at Mo Ye and said, "I will be a bad person before I die, maybe I will go to hell, at least I won't sink to the eighteenth floor, right?"

"How do I know?" Mo Ye turned his attention away, thought about it, seemed to feel that something was wrong, and immediately argued again: "What kind of good person are you doing, how many times have you hurt me?" If it weren't for your destruction, how would my life have been in shambles?"

"There are other people who want your life, I'm just a tool, even if I break me, there is still ......" Ling's words were only halfway through when he suddenly coughed. He lay on his back, and the blood he coughed up from his throat flowed back a lot, choking him even harder. A cough shook his whole body, and the dull pain in his chest and abdomen became even worse, although he could bear the pain without making a sound, he couldn't stop the cold sweat on his forehead and wet his hairline.

People who cough violently should not lie flat, if they can sit up, it will be much more comfortable, but looking at this guy's weak and exhausted appearance, I am afraid that there is nothing that can be done.

Nian was already dying in his body, and the second half of this westward journey did give him a lot of knowledge, at this time, seeing him in such pain, Mo Ye reluctantly made some concessions, moved out of some of the treatment attempts she learned in the "Yiyeju" medical hall, changed the squatting position to a sitting position, and then grabbed one of his shoulders and moved to lean on his leg.

Then, she stretched out a palm, and the dry meridians in her own meridians slowly vibrated with the meridians, she didn't dare to use too much, only swelled three percent of the strength on the palm surface, and quickly brushed it on his chest.

It was like a light breeze blowing across the lake. Blanch the sparkling water waves.

Ling Li only felt that the suffocation in his chest had been emptied for most of it in a moment, and although the suffocating feeling soon came back, he was finally able to breathe briefly and hold back his cough. He was a little surprised. This girl, who was originally a hostage he had taken, would help for no reason. But at this time, he didn't have the energy to explore this question, so he only said softly: "Thank you."

Mo Ye only picked the corner of her lips at this, and then she bent her fingers into a hook, and swiped down in the opposite direction, tearing the strap around his waist.

Just as she was soothing him, she noticed that he was starting to breathe in the lungs. She once heard Ye Zhengming mention that although a person's breath must go to the lungs when breathing, under normal circumstances, it is mainly through the ups and downs of the abdomen to push the qi into the lungs. Master of internal cultivation in martial arts. It also extended this abdominal breathing rhythm, and the breath of the hovering heaven and earth sank into the dantian qi sea. Even if you are not a martial arts practitioner, taking a period of time every day to practice this kind of long abdominal breathing has wonderful benefits for the body.

However, Ye Zhengming's special mention of pulmonary breathing, roughly speaking. It is a kind of shortness of breath, in which the qi of heaven and earth is inhaled through the nose, but it only flows through the lungs at an extremely fast speed. Unlike the abdomen, the human rib cage is fixed by ribs, and it is more laborious to stretch and inhale than to use the abdomen to do so, and to create all things naturally. As long as they are vertebrates, the vast majority of them breathe on the abdomen. If a person breathes with the lungs, not to mention the effort, the benefit of breathing will be greatly reduced, as the saying goes: breath out before inhaling.

The supply system of nutrients that the human body uses most frequently is not a good sign.

Mo Ye decisively ripped off his clothes. Neatly found the bottle, twisted the delicate wooden lid, and was about to pour it, she suddenly hesitated and asked, "How many do you want this time?"

As soon as he said this, he said. Mo Ye couldn't help but be stunned, because she realized once again that she was starting to repeat what she had already done again.

The second time he asked him this question, his response was much more accurate than the first time, his breathing began to become heavy, and he said with difficulty: "It's not much, let's bring it all." As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, which was shaking slightly uncontrollably, "There shouldn't be a next time." ”

Mo Ye's heart moved slightly when she heard this, and then she grabbed the hand, held it steady, and then poured out all the yao in the bottle.

There are about 20 grains...... It's not that Mo Ye hasn't seen the potency of this yao, and at this time, seeing that he is going to eat so much at once, he can't help but be shocked, and he can't help but say: "With this dose, maybe you will not only have your meridians split next."

Ling Li just smiled faintly at this, and then raised his hand, put all the small yao pills in his palm into his mouth, and chewed on it, making a slight "creaking" sound.

Then he swallowed, but didn't seem to be able to swallow it completely.

His body's vitality was triggered again and again, and he was almost on the verge of exhaustion, and he had lost too much blood, and it was inevitable that he would have difficulty swallowing. Since leaving the black shop, he has not taken another sip of water, and the water bladder he carried with him hung on the two horses he bought from the black shop, and it was also lost in the process of fighting with Yu Dalang and the three of them. After that, I traveled all the way, and I didn't have time to look for water.

The only source of water was the bamboo tube of unknown origin hanging from the black horse on the side.

This qiē seems to have been calculated by someone, and every step is extremely precise.

But there are also inaccurate things, such as a decision he has just made in his mind.

After entering the sect for more than ten years, although he has experienced a lot of pain and suffering, he has never made such a heavy choice as when his mother died, because it is related to his own life and death - perhaps also related to the life and death of the young girl in front of him who has little communication - but it will definitely make the unidentified but helpless behind-the-scenes messenger miss the decision, right?

Ling Li glanced at the horse, sighed secretly, and then called, "Fine black!"

The black horse was slowly nibbling on the sparsely distributed shallow grass on the ground, and there was a thicker deep grass farther away, but somehow it did not go over, but remained within twenty paces of its master. At this moment it heard a weak voice, but it was like a playful child suddenly roared by an adult, and suddenly raised the horse's head and looked aside.

"Fine black ......" called again.

The black horse neighed softly, as if in reply, and then approached with broken steps.

Mo Ye looked at this scene in surprise. She could roughly understand that it sounded a strange call, calling the name of the black horse. Because of this, she couldn't help but sigh secretly: It's really as obedient as a dog!

Wait for the dark horse to get closer. She listened to him and said, "Miss Mo, you can help me get ......"

Mo Ye was stunned. She was originally a hostage he had taken hostage, and he naturally knew some of her information. For this. She was able to understand, too. However, this is the first time she has heard him speak this name, which is widely used for the exchange of respects between ordinary people, but it feels unfamiliar to her.

However, what he wanted, she seemed to know.

She grabbed his shoulders and helped him sit upright, but before she got up to get the bamboo tube hanging on the saddle, she couldn't help but remind: "You yourself said before, the origin of the water cylinder is unknown, maybe someone has been yao."

Ling Li smiled bleakly. said: "I have both the snake king drama D and the blue salt slow D in my body, why not add another one."

Mo Ye smashed his tongue and didn't say anything more.

Having said that, when Ling Li took the water storage bamboo tube handed by Mo Ye. He only drank two or three sips, and then raised his hand and poured all the rest of the water on his head.

- His sanity is still there, and it is impossible for him to really try his body without scruples, as he said, and there is nothing he has done yet.

And no one can understand that after he ate that little black yao pill. The sensation of burning every meridian in the body. Such a small tube of cold water is not enough to suppress it, but in a limited environment, there is only so much he can do.

It must be admitted that with the decomposition of water, the yao power of the black little yao pill volatilized faster.

It didn't take long. The wetness on his forehead gradually dried, and his short breaths gradually calmed and lengthened. His face was still pale, but the pale color of his lips had gradually turned bloody, but it was a deep crimson color. It shows the sickness of his body.

When yao's power volatilized to its strongest, the dimness in his pupils was suddenly replaced by a piece of brilliance.

Mo Ye watched this scene that made her feel weird, as if she suddenly realized something, and jumped away after her.

The killer who kidnapped her and left Kyoto seems to have returned to her soul!

Ling Li looked at her reaction and just chuckled. He was still sitting in place, without any movement, and it seemed that he was no longer the professional killer who would become very dangerous when he recovered his body, as Mo Ye had speculated.

He closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, his spirit had recovered to six or seven percent of his heyday, and the tone of his voice when he spoke had swept away the weakness he had just now: "Can you answer me a question?"

His words came so abruptly...... Mo Ye's eyes moved, and a thought flashed in her mind, and she said solemnly: "At most, I am only willing to exchange questions with you."

Ling Li didn't go around the bend with him anymore, and said directly: "Are the questions you want to change from me the same questions you wanted to ask when you boarded the boat on the beach a few days ago?"

Mo Ye was stunned, she didn't know if it was possible for this guy to be playing again, but at the same time, she really wanted to know her life experience. Since the day of Master's accident, she quickly regained her peace on the surface, but in fact, she never stopped worrying and confused in her heart.

Now that she has finally found a breakthrough, how can she be willing to let go?

Thoughts flashed through her mind, and her face was full of hesitation, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

She was so silent and wanted to stop talking, in Ling Li's opinion, it was tantamount to acquiescing to the question he had just asked.

In this regard, he first smiled faintly, and then slowly spoke, and what he said next was enough to surprise Mo Ye to forget himself.

"Lin Shan, the word Anyuan; Male, parents unknown, registered in Kyoto, born in the first year of the previous dynasty; is good at architecture, the teacher is unknown, and he is suspected to be the successor of the North Fence School that has been silent for many years;

In the sixteenth year of Tianyun, he left his whereabouts near the Great Wilderness Mountain; Tianyun traveled in northern Xinjiang in 17 years; The current emperor Wang Chi wrote in the codex, and in the same year he married him as a brother of a different clan; In the twenty-first year of Tianyun, he and Wang Chi led the army of the Wang family to break through Kyoto; A year later, in the first year of Zhaoli, a baby left Beijing, and then disappeared.

In March of the tenth year of Zhaoli, Lin Shan returned to Kyoto with the girl Mo Ye; Half a month later, the official was reinstated, and he was the right attendant of the Ministry of Works; For another seven days, he was intercepted and killed, and the house was burned in a fire, and there were no dead bodies. ”

Biting her lower lip fiercely and listening to the strange man sitting on the ground in front of her finish saying this, Mo Ye couldn't stop big tears rolling down her eyes, but she didn't cry. It's just that his voice is a little out of tune, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know who the person who burned the house is?"

Ling Li shook his head without hesitation, and said slowly: "The killer sect can't exercise direct power to look through the files like the government, and its ability to report is very limited. It is not easy to find this step, and this is also because Mr. Lin is a character and is worth a lot. ”

Mo Ye said with a sinister eye: "Have you participated?"

"I didn't make my debut three years ago." Ling Li replied truthfully, and after a moment of silence, he said again: "However, I heard from the elders of my faction that three years ago, the contract to buy Mr. Lin's death also came to our faction, but because the asking price of my faction was too high, the buyer angrily rejected it. Go to another house. For the sake of abiding by the basic morality of the killer world, I can't tell you what faction those killers come from, at most I can tell you that those killers are from at least three gangs. It's not just the killer who sent manpower. ”

Mo Ye wanted to ask a few more questions, but she looked at the expression on the face of the young killer sitting on the ground, so calm and calm, the mania in her heart gradually precipitated a little.

He seemed to have let go of something, so he was finally willing to let go of these things!

Mo Ye let out a long sigh, slowly knelt on the ground, and stretched out his hands to cover his face.

"Don't you want to ask about yourself?" Ling Li suddenly spoke at this time.

Mo Ye suddenly raised his head.

"But about your information. I can't vouch if it's true. Ling Li looked at her and added.

"Who am I?" This was the sixth time she had asked him, each time more briefly, but each time her tone was tougher and tougher.

"There are two possibilities for your identity." Ling Li suddenly smiled when he said this, and then continued: "The first possibility." Your Master is your biological father. It's just that you may be more receptive to this identity, but from the perspective of others, it is unlikely. According to the information found by our faction, Lin Shan's nature is extremely self-disciplined. Not close, but he is a veritable drunkard, with every march =, and the purpose is very simple, to drink and not stay overnight. His self-discipline method can prove that he is indeed the successor of the Beili school, and it is said that the descendants of this school are very eccentric, and they do not allow their fathers to teach their sons, so the descendants of this faction will never marry. ”

Mo Ye's two hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and his heart no longer only had the sad feeling just now, but became quite complicated.

"According to our investigation, your true identity may be closer to the second type, and at the same time, this is why your life is expensive." Ling Li paused, "In the last year of Tianyun, the Ye family, the largest merchant in the previous dynasty, was copied, and nearly a thousand clansmen died within four generations. The time can be obtained through guò, and the news of your life and the funeral of Concubine Ye are no more than three days apart. But the reason why I say that this information may also be false is because there has always been a saying in the world that the person Ye Ziqing really admires is actually Lin Shan. ”

Mo Ye didn't speak, but his hands clenched tighter and tighter, his knuckles faintly rattled, and his shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ling Li looked at Mo Ye's face, hesitated slightly, and then continued: "However, about your life experience, if you want others, there are too many doubts. What was the reason for the destruction of the Ye family, the court at that time took the charge of -, but this was a crime that no one who knew a little bit would believe it, because the reputation of the Ye family's merchants at that time was more than twice as high as the current Yan family. Regarding the death of Concubine Xian, according to some of the old servants in the palace who were dismissed by the new emperor at that time, it was more likely that someone would be killed by calculation than by childbirth...... And, if you are the daughter of the emperor, why should you be taken out of the palace by a man who has nothing to do with you to feed alone when you are not yet a full moon, it also doesn't make sense. ”

Mo Ye suddenly felt a cramping pain in her heart, she subconsciously endured the pressure, but she didn't want the stagnation pain to be more deliberately endured, the more turbulent it became, and suddenly a fishy salty rush straight up, spurting out her throat.

This mouthful of slump vomited blood, and Mo Ye gasped and felt more comfortable. However, thinking back to what the strange man in front of her said, although he said that he had doubts, from what she heard, she had already believed seven or eighty percent.

Master said that she was the child of his eldest brother. Three years ago, within a few days of coming to Kyoto, she learned who Master's second brother was, but why couldn't she see through this last relationship. His sworn eldest brother is the emperor who is separated by only one palace wall!

As for the suspicion of the Ye family's case, this is also true, otherwise the master would not have told her before leaving Xingjia Village. Ask her to pretend to be a scholar and follow her. He originally wanted to arrange it like that, so that she could see with her own eyes how the mysteries related to the Ye family's old case were peeled off layer by layer in his hands.

During that time, Master was indeed out and about every day without knowing what was going on. Now that I think about it, it was probably for the Ye family's case. But somehow, the matter was later closed.

As for her mother's death, this mystery mentioned by outsiders, in her own opinion, was clear early on. Why did she start eating yao at the age of five, and she ate it for five years, and her physique changed until she ate until she was born. The mother was given a chronic dyao. At the Commander's Mansion, the Commander himself said that in that small bottle, there was the fetal blood of her twin brother who did not survive, so that one day he would investigate the truth of the slow d.

The mother died in childbirth. is still killed by someone, as long as he lives in this world, it is the greatest evidence.

At the same time, it can also explain why when he was so young, the master took him out of the palace and cheated his death to live in seclusion.

One qiē makes sense...... A qiē is transparent......

Mo Ye laughed miserably. Finally, no longer just with tears in her eyes, she tilted her face slightly and howled loudly.

Her cry was like a rusty saw blade cutting wildly across the craggy rock wall, and the black horse on the side pricked up its ears sharply, neighed and took a few steps back, and then stared at its howling master motionless.

Ling Li couldn't quite understand her cry. Because, in his opinion, he was merely paraphrasing what was written on paper. He had read these materials many times, and before he had told them, he had already assumed that they contained a great deal of inaccuracy.

But perhaps because Mo Ye's cry was too harsh and ugly, he suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest. A large mouthful of blood choked out from under his throat.

After coughing up several mouthfuls of blood, Ling Li felt that the cough had subsided, and at the same time, the burning heat in his body gradually faded. He realized that even if he had just taken such a large dose of medicine, the effect of the medicine would not last. It was a medicine that boosted the potential of the human body, and his physical strength was already close to exhaustion, and he couldn't squeeze out much of his body.

There was a dull pain under his ribs that couldn't stop coming, he stretched out his hand and pressed it hard, then looked at Mo Ye, who was crying and gradually stopped, and gasped: "I don't have much time, I still have a little body, let's send you across the bridge."

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Wang Hong folded his hands in his sleeves, and did not say a word or move.

He was frail and afraid of cold since he was a child, and he was used to holding his hands in his sleeves to keep warm, and later when he grew up to a certain age, he began to learn royal etiquette, and he restrained this habitual small action that did not quite match his identity. However, in the last half a month, because of the injury on his hand, the imperial doctor also advised him that he needed to raise his hand often to prevent the wound from becoming congested and help the external creation to close.

It's just that in the atmosphere of words in front of him, he stood still with his sleeves folded so much, which was a gesture that did not conform to the etiquette of the royal family, not only did not reduce his identity and temperament as a prince, but also added a layer of indifference to deliberately keep a distance from others.

Wang Hong is used to hiding his hands with his sleeves closed, and he doesn't mean anything else. He didn't even notice it, and such a gesture could easily mislead others about his feelings.

But for Wang Qing, her close and friendly brother occasionally shows such a side, and this unconsciously revealed indifference will expand rapidly in her heart, which is impossible to ignore.

Maybe that's the difference between a prince and a princess, right?

The emperor's younger brother is weak, even if he can't be the prince because of this, in a few years, he should be granted the title of fief. At that time, he will be able to support at least hundreds of thousands of civilians in the capital, and at the same time, he will have to cultivate the temperament of a vassal king, guard against others to protect himself, be indifferent, keep a distance from others, and no longer have a frolicking without many scruples like now.

And although she is a princess, she stays until she gets married and leaves the palace, in fact, she is a husband and a woman.

Seeing that Sister A's eyes suddenly had a gloomy meaning, Wang Hong was a little unclear, so he was willing to speak up, and asked slowly: "Sister, what's wrong with you?" Brother just hasn't calmed down, and he doesn't want to go back for the time being, are you annoyed? Is it because my brother doesn't listen to persuasion?"

Wang Qing came back to her senses, shook her head slowly, and said softly: "Brother, what you don't want to do, Sister has never felt sorry for you." I just thought of something else and got a little distracted. ”

Wang Hong didn't continue to ask Wang Qing what was going on, but just softened his tone and said, "Sister." My brother knows that you are a delicate person, which is your advantage, but sometimes you just think too deeply about things and hurt your mind too much. It's not good for the body. ”

Wang Qing knew that this was her younger brother caring about herself, and her heart warmed when she heard the words, but her face didn't show much, but she just urged with what she had just said: "You should say more about yourself." Your body has only grown stronger, and with a sword in your hand, you have lost weight back to your original appearance. Father looked worried, you don't know how to take care of your body. ”

"Alas, how many times have I said this, what is it to be able to receive this sword for my mother." Wang Hong sighed softly and paused slightly. He finally said that he would give up protesting for the time being, and obediently followed Sister A back.

Jia Zhong is a permanent eunuch in Huayang Palace, and if he goes out with the second prince, he will definitely be inseparable. So the work of cleaning up the shrimp fishing equipment was handed over to Shangguan Fei, with his flag and waist card. Even if he doesn't borrow the power of the prince, he can pass through a large part of the harem without hindrance.

However, just when Shangguan Fei picked up the third fishing rod, he seemed to have encountered a small problem while he was reeling in the line.

The fishing hook seemed to be entangled in the underwater weeds, Shangguan Fei dragged it casually, but he didn't pull it, and he couldn't help but let out a soft "huh".

Wang Hong, who had already walked away a few steps away, glanced sideways, and his steps were a little slower. He asked jokingly: "Could it be that in this kind of shallow pool, there is a big stupid fish that even you Shangguan Fei needs to use some strength to pull up, and actually swallowed the bait of the shrimp fishing by mistake?"

Jia Zhong, the chief eunuch of Huayang Palace, who was on the side, seconded in a low voice: "Maybe the hook sank to the bottom of the pool, just hanging up the rotten shoes that I don't know who lost......"

As soon as the joke of the master and servant on Wang Hong's side came to this point, a few steps away, Shangguan Fei struggled with his wrist. Still pulling the hook that was entangled in the bottom of the water out of the water. The phantom flickered, and the hook brought out of the water was neither a stupid fat fish, nor a garbage and rotten shoes casually discarded by a heartless palace slave, but seemed to be ...... A baggage!

Apparently the burden had been soaked under the water for some years, and the dirt in the water had settled on the outer layer of cloth about the color of blue. Fade to black. On top of the dirt, there is another layer of wet moss, making this burden look more like a ball at first glance.

The game of Kemari was popular in Nankoku for a long time, and it was also divided into two types, one for bare feet and the other for horses. The balls used in barefoot keju are made of cowhide sewn and wrapped in animal hair, which is elastic and soft to the touch. This kind of game can be played by single player and multiplayer, and it is difficult to ensure that it will not be brought into the palace for the palace slaves who live in a closed environment to play in private.

Although the burden that is now "fished" by Shangguan Fei with a fishing rod is a ball, as long as you look closely, you will find that it is probably not a Keju ball, because it has been soaked underwater for a long time, and the shape of the ball is still stiff and not rotten.

The balls used in the horse are made of bamboo, which is more physically supportive than the hair follicle ball, but if it is soaked in water for several months, it will rot and fall apart, and it is obviously impossible to wrap the bamboo balls in this baggage.

Seeing this ball-like burden pulled ashore by the fishing line, even Wang Qing stopped and watched curiously.

Jia Zhong couldn't help but guess: "Could it be the money jar that the slave and maid secretly hid?"

Wang Hong didn't like him either, and made a makeshift argument: "Who hid the money and hid it under the water?"

Shangguan Fei, who was closest to the moss-covered baggage, pestled the pestle with the fishing rod in his hand, and then replied: "It's a hard object inside, but it doesn't feel like porcelain or anything like that."

Wang Hong put away his joke. He thought that this was near the Cold Palace, and he hadn't heard of the dirty things that happened in the front and back harems, and some of the stories in the Cold Palace were even more stinky. Recalling all this, he didn't have any good ideas about this burden that had been caught on the surface by chance.

"Be careful." Wang Hong said a word to Shangguan Fei, who leaned over and was about to unpack.

Shangguan Fei nodded. The cloth on the outside of the burden had been soaked in the pool water to the point of decay, and he only scratched his fingers, and the burden was like a bag cut by a knife, revealing what was wrapped inside.

Shangguan Fei's gaze paused slightly on the things in the baggage, and suddenly the person took a step back, his eyes showing astonishment.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Hong also saw the things in the burden clearly, his eyebrows twisted slightly, and the next moment his body moved, blocking in front of his sister Wang Qing, and made a gesture towards Shangguan Fei who was not far away.

Shangguan Fei quickly understood the meaning of the action in his hand, moved his steps, and kicked the burden back into the pool.

Wang Qing only glanced vaguely at the package that was about to be opened, and her vision was blocked by her younger brother Wang Hong, and the curiosity in her heart was not dissipated, so she asked: "What's in the baggage?" -