- When she walked back to her bedroom with her spirits up, she only felt that the moment she crossed the threshold, it was as if her body had turned into an ice sculpture exposed to the scorching sun, and it was about to turn into a puddle of water stains, and her body was about to fall down involuntarily, which felt very bad. (Fengwu Literature Network)

But it was in this extremely poor physical condition that his gaze swept over all the objects in the room only once, and he noticed that there was something more on a low table in the corner of the couch.

His spirit coalesced again, but a trace of abnormal blood appeared on his pale cheeks.

It took him only three big strides to walk to the low table, and with a wave of his hand he picked up the small pale green porcelain vase resting on the table. He distinctly remembered that when he left here three hours ago, there should have been nothing on the table.

The extra things were not taken away by the servants in the Seikaze Pavilion, either they were left by the people in the pavilion or left a moment before they just walked in.

His slender fingers gently rubbed the slightly cool and smooth bottle, he suddenly remembered something, tilted the bottle in his hand slightly, looked at the bottom of the bottle, and then uncorked the bottle, and sniffed the mouth of the bottle close to his nose. After doing this, the solemnity on his face finally let go, and the two sickly flushes instantly turned into a gray and white background, and he sat down on the edge of the couch, and then poured his back accurately on the fluffy brocade quilt folded on one side, his heart was beating wildly, but the corners of his mouth were hooked.

It seems that Uncle Folding Sword has been a receiver for several years, not only has some more historical information than others to rely on to walk the rivers and lakes, this bottle of heart protection pill is an extremely precious medicine, he has gone away, but he turned around halfway and quietly left it.

However, this medicine is also mostly used in emergency situations, and it cannot be overdosed, so Uncle Folding Sword did not give the medicine in person, which is the most profound advice.

Ling Li put the small bottle close to his arms, and when his breath was even, he slowly sat up. He reached into the inside of the placket and pulled out the list. He had just informed Zhijian of all his doubts about this list, and even questioned the mission of the other two companions to come to Beijing this time, but Zhijian's attitude towards this seemed to be too sloppy.

Folding the sword only trusts the sect to evaluate, without even the slightest doubt, which is not quite like an adult's way of thinking about problems.

However, seeing that the attitude of the broken sword was so determined, although Ling Li had not completely let go of the doubts in his heart, he also had a trace of doubt about himself - could it really be that he was too careful?

Once again, I carefully looked at the information of the target person in my hand from beginning to end, and the portrait was not wrong. The text is also written in black and white. The other party doesn't know martial arts. Seeing this, Ling Li gradually frowned again.

Turning his gaze away from the list full of doubts, Ling Li looked around a little aimlessly, this room was not his. But he has replaced the identity of the owner of the house, and has lived here for nearly half a month, so he is certainly familiar with the environment in the house.

The interior furnishings of this room are quite elegant, from the wall to the tabletop, the collection of books, celebrity calligraphy and paintings, and there is also a copper incense burner on the long table where the piano is rested, which used to be used frequently, although there is no incense these days. But naturally there is a hint of fragrance...... But in Ling Li's opinion, this house was still not as comfortable as the wooden house he lived in the sect.

Even if he changes any environment, it will not affect the quality of sleep he needs, but this does not mean that he does not have an unfamiliar understanding of the unfamiliar environment.

Putting the slip back into his arms, Ling Li sighed softly. He also vaguely hoped that his doubts were wrong, thinking that this should be the residual snake venom in his body, and his mind was hallucinating, coupled with running between several counties in a row for three months, this kind of unstable fatigue is easy to make people not believe the qiē around him, right?

But Uncle Folding Sword's point of view is partly correct, there is no need to explain, and he should not doubt the sect. If the sect really only regarded itself as a bargaining chip for doing business, the Venerable Lord would not do this kind of loss-making business.

Thinking of this, Ling Li gradually relaxed, he folded his hands on the back of his head, and slowly lay down on his back again, ready to rest for a while, but at this moment, he felt something on the back of one of his hands.

The quilt was folded by himself, and there should be nothing else on the cotton mattress.

With a flip of his palm, he picked up the thing, and when he looked around it, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

This is also a buy list!

However, after a closer look, he realized that the newly arrived list was actually an additional order. Generally speaking, only if the buyer changes his mind, the sect will issue an additional order, or pay back something other than the head, but it is rare for a date change order like today's to occur.

First, the task performer has his own arrangements, and changing the date of the operation at short notice will greatly disrupt his own preparations and increase the risk of success; Second, there is no buyer who does not want the head he bought to arrive earlier, and postponing this kind of thing is really not in line with the buyer's mentality.

Looking at the additional order, which was also written in black and white, it was almost exactly the same as the original list, but the date column was modified, and at the same time, Ling Li's eyes were full of doubts, and at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if this was Uncle Folding Sword who not only left a bottle of medicine after listening to what he just said, but also gave himself an idea without authorization?

But doing so is a big contradiction to the rules of the sect.

If he really did this, then his name will definitely be included in the next batch of lists to be imprisoned.

But he clearly believed in the sect just now, how could he take the initiative to take risks?

And if he hadn't done it, then the change order of this date would have come too coincidentally, right?

Thinking about what he had done today, Ling Li couldn't help but have a thought that made him feel cold: Could it be that his whereabouts had already been monitored by someone?

Although the disciples of the sect would be accompanied by a receiver every time they acted, most of the respondents were exercising the duty of taking care of them, and at this time, Ling Li vaguely felt that the kind of surveillance he was subjected to seemed to have some kind of malice.

After reading the book for another hour, Mo Ye finally withdrew his gaze from the picture book full of dots and lines of text, raised his head and twisted his neck. Placing the book back in the shelf, she stretched out her arms and walked out of the house.

Glancing sideways at the horizon, the sun is already in the west, with the current season, it should not be an hour, and the sky will be dark, but the spacious Song Mansion seems to be quiet too early today, and the servants don't know where the cat has gone.

Mo Ye knew that Ruan Luo, who was probably the head of the family, did not come back. There are no female dependents in the huge house, and the affairs are too leisurely, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, washing, watering flowers and pruning, these things can almost be done in half a day, so every afternoon there will be a period of time, all the servants are idle, where to gather, eating melon seeds and chatting about some homely gossip, which has almost become a practice.

There is Bai Tao in charge of the house, it is difficult to have a deliberately lazy servant, and if the affairs at hand are done thoroughly, even if the servant is a servant, he has some qualifications for entertainment, which even Ruan Luo acquiesced, of course Bai Tao will not say anything.

Of course, Mo Ye doesn't care about these details, sometimes the house is quieter, whether it is for her to read during the day or practice at night for two or Sundays, it is beneficial and harmless, if there is always a tail behind her, she will feel a headache.

It was only because of two strange things that happened during the day today that she was rarely sensitive to the quiet atmosphere in this big mansion.

What is the girl Xiaocao messing with Yang Chen? It seems that this awkwardness is still a bit strict, so is she back now? There are also those two Ruan Luo's bodyguards, they can't tell the truth, what are the two of them hiding their nervousness? Ruan Luo hasn't come back yet, I'm afraid that he has really met some big person, and I just hope that the business between them will be negotiated sooner.

Although what happened during the day was a bit strange, Mo Ye didn't pay too much attention to it, and just left a little impression of these two things. It is inevitable that there will be small things in life, and if you are always surprised, such a life will be too hard.

Out of the study, Mo Ye saw the big flower cat in the house that was fed by a group of servants with all kinds of minced meat and fish tails lying on the railing of the corridor, and saw it from a distance, as if it was a ball of mink fur collar that was accidentally blown off by the wind on the clothesline.

Mo Ye couldn't help but have a thought, squatted down and reached out of the corridor, and folded a long blade of grass that grew in the spring, ready to tease the lazy cat.

Who knows, although the cat seems to be full of food all day long, and has raised a lazy appearance, in fact, the sensitivity of the limbs has not weakened much, the long grass in Mo Ye's hand only lightly scraped the tip of its slightly wet nose, it seemed to be quite displeased, meow-low bark, slipped off the railing, and ran towards the corner of a house not far away.

Looking at the fat cat's movement of running a little twisted because of the fat limbs, although the speed is still fast, it makes people feel a little funny no matter how you look at it.

Mo Ye smiled alone, although the plan to tease the cat failed, she was still happy because of this cat, and most of the depression that had accumulated in her mind after reading for a long time just now naturally dissipated.

Throwing the blades of grass out of the cloister, Mo Ye tied his hands behind his back and walked towards this single courtyard. Perhaps it was affected by the cat's agile fleeing back, and after getting rid of the depression of the content of the picture book in her mind, Mo Ye gradually regained the keen sense of hearing naturally cultivated by practicing the Qianzhao Sutra, and she realized that in fact, the afternoon in the Song Mansion was not as quiet as she imagined, and there were still voices, but it was a little hazy and she couldn't listen carefully.

- But this is only obtained by Mo Ye's hearing, if it were someone else, I am afraid that even this hazy sound outside the wall would not be able to be heard-