When he had just heard Ma An's words full of smug and ostentatious expressions, Mo Ye wanted to hurt him a few words like before. However, when she got out of the study and walked to the main hall where the candle had not yet been lit, she looked at the clean dining table where the dishes and chopsticks were not complete, but there was a tray alone, and the atmosphere of eating usually seemed to be gone, and her heart suddenly lost the meaning of joking.

After a simple and hurried wash, Lin Shan lit the candle, and Ma An went to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks. Mo Ye approached the table and lifted the lid of the large soup bowl in the tray, only to find that Ma An had made fried dumplings from the uncooked part of the dumplings made by Li Shi yesterday, which saved the time of boiling water.

It's just that Ma An's hands and feet don't know the severity, and it is estimated that there is too much oil, so those dumplings are not so much fried as they are fried. But fortunately, after Mo Ye tasted one, he found that Ma's fried dumplings were almost the same, of course, this skill was not as good as the realm of the aunt, but if the master's cooking skills were used as a reference, her Uncle Ma's hand was quite good.

Silently thinking of the time when her aunt was sick and the process of the master being in charge, Mo Ye suddenly remembered what the master had said, and she also understood at this time that the reason why he asked the aunt to cook a whole rabbit meat last night was just to prepare for today's 'meal'.

With this in mind, she couldn't help but glance at Lin Shan quietly, and saw that his face was as calm as ever. If Mo Ye hadn't known that this was her master's usual expression at the dinner table, I'm afraid she would have thought that he was eating because of something.

After eating, Ma An packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen, while Lin Shan took Mo Ye to the small cubicle in the main hall opposite the study.

Mo Ye thought that Lin Shan should take her to pay homage to the person on the portrait in the compartment as usual, and at the same time, she had a faint feeling that today would be a little different from usual.

Sure enough. After Lin Shan took her into this compartment, she didn't immediately burn incense, but pointed to the portrait of Mo Ye hanging on the wall that had bowed more than a thousand times and was already very familiar, and said with a solemn expression: "Ye'er, can you remember the face of the person in this painting?" ”

Mo Ye noticed Lin Shan's unusually serious expression when she spoke, and she didn't dare to slack off on this question. After closing his eyes and meditating for a while. She opened her eyes before nodding and saying, "I've taken it to heart." ”

"Okay." Lin Shan only said one word, and then he picked up the candlestick on the incense table and leaned under the painting. When the hem of the scroll comes into contact with the candle flame, it first makes a soft sound. Then the candle flame clung to the scroll at great speed, and the tongue of fire suddenly rose and devoured it.

Seeing this scene, Mo Ye screamed without thinking much about it. Then she subconsciously strode forward, only thinking about the word 'firefighting' in her heart, until her forward movement was stopped by Lin Shan's raised arm. She was stunned for a moment before she stopped.

Before she could ask, Lin Shan had already opened his mouth and said calmly: "Ye'er, the face of the person in this painting can only stay in your heart, and in the future, you must also remember his face." ”

Mo Ye could only nod when he heard this: "Yes." ”

However, there were doubts in her heart at this time. Listening to the meaning of Master's words, you should remember it yourself, but you should not let others know about it. The person in this portrait is like her enemy. However, if it is an enemy, how can it be for so many years. Every morning, does Master have to take her to offer incense to her?

After Lin Shan finished explaining that sentence, he didn't stay in this compartment and stared at the portrait after it was burned, and hurriedly went back to the study. In fact, the material of the scroll is somewhat oily, which makes the portrait have no signs of fading and damp mildew for nearly ten years, but once it is licked by the fire, it is almost too late to extinguish, and of course there is no need to worry about leaving unburned fragments.

Mo Ye, who watched it turn gray, only walked out of the compartment a few breaths later than Lin Shan, and glanced back at the gray smoke and dust in the small room that slowly hovered in the air because there was no wind, and a very strange feeling appeared in Mo Ye's heart.

It didn't take long for Lin Shan to come out after returning to the study, and he had a flat and long wooden box in his hand. Mo Ye was no stranger to this, because just yesterday afternoon, he saw Lin Shan find a bunch of strange things from the box, open the spring of the backyard gate, and turn the entire backyard into an iron bucket enclosure.

The books that needed to be taken away from the study had been sent by Ma An in advance to the carriage parked outside the backyard courtyard wall, Mo Ye thought to himself, this wooden box should be the master's last outfit, and compared to those books, the contents of this box should be more important to him.

Ma An led the old horse in the family to go out first, the front yard gate is half narrower than the back yard gate, but the height is the same, so although it is not enough to walk the carriage, but it can barely take a single horse. After Ma An led the horse to the backyard, Lin Shan waited for Mo Yexing to leave the hospital, turned around and closed the front yard gate, and then easily cut off the invisible slot plate on the outside of the gate that is usually used to insert keys.

Mo Ye watched him take out a key from the inside of the brocade belt around his waist, but although this key was in the same shape as the wooden key she carried, it was surmised from the color that Mo Ye felt that the key held by Lin Shan should be iron.

The same steps as the usual locking of the door, Lin Shan inserted the key into the hole reserved in the door, but then he did not twist it as usual, but pushed the key hard to the inside of the hole, as if he felt that he had pushed it almost, then he picked up the box he was holding in his hand, and smashed the key that was still half exposed outside the door hole with a thin and narrow side.

Mo Ye, who was standing silently on the side, couldn't help but squint her eyes when she saw this scene, she never thought that the key could be completely submerged in the door. Indeed, if the hardness of the wooden key in her hand could not do this, and the iron key, after being completely submerged, had destroyed the surface of the door, and it could no longer be opened. But at this time, it has become a whole with the courtyard wall, as is the result of the backyard gate.

Feeling the slight vibration under his feet, Mo Ye asked Lin Shan with a somewhat complicated gaze, "Master, will we come back here in the future?" ”

Lin Shan just said casually: "This is not your home. Although what he said seemed to be incorrect, the meaning to be expressed had clearly reached Mo Ye's heart, and Mo Ye could only sigh secretly in his heart.

After the slight vibration from the ground under his feet disappeared, Lin Shan picked up two more stones from the ground, first threw one and hit a blue brick along the courtyard wall, and then heard the sound of a metal piercing the ground from the courtyard. Lin Shan threw out the second stone in his hand and landed in the same position as the first stone, and at the same time, there was a metallic sound in the courtyard, somewhat similar to the sheath of a sword, but it was much duller and shorter than it was.

It was only at this time that Lin Shan's face put away the solemn expression just now, and said to Mo Ye with a smile: "Let's go!" ”

When the carriage started, the morning light was faint, and the chickens raised by each household in Xingjia Village began to chirp for the third time at this time. However, this season is not the time for farming, and the time of day is still shorter than the night, so at this time, in addition to the lively and monotonous rooster crow, although one or two households in the village have lights in the windows of one or two households, there is not a single person who has gone out of the house in clothes.

The carriage passed the relatively spacious stone road next to the big pond, and when approaching Xing Feng's house, Mo Ye lifted the curtain of the carriage and glanced out. When she saw the dark windows and closed doors of the old house without courtyard walls, she felt a sense of loss, but more of a sense of relief.

If she saw Xing Feng at this time, she would be really embarrassed that she didn't know what to say.

The carriage traveled only a short time through a familiar road, and then turned into a bumpy mountain road that had never been traveled before, and its direction was about the opposite of the Baisha road they usually went to the county seat.

After the carriage passed through a somewhat damp and gloomy canyon road, the next section of the road was relatively flat, and this road condition was probably affected by the general situation of the area, and after the valley, it was a naturally formed flat flat. At this time, there were no hills on both sides of the road, and the sight was stretched, and Mo Ye also realized that a red sun had risen some distance from the horizon.

The sun is shining brightly, like the sun of the eternal king of heaven and earth, selflessly casting its own light and heat onto the earth. Mo Ye squinted slightly in the mild morning light, as if he wanted to dry and roast the trace of cold accumulated in his body for many days.

It's just that it didn't take long for her to soak up the morning light like this, and Mo Ye realized a strange feeling. After a moment's silence, she caught a hint of surprise in her mind, that is, the carriage was going in the wrong direction.

She didn't know exactly how to get to Kyoto, but she still knew the general direction.

Kyoto's original name is 'Huyang', and the monarch of the Zhou Dynasty, who had not yet collapsed more than 30 years ago, moved the original imperial capital from the 'industrial capital' of the Middle Continent to this city in the east of the country, and 'Huyang' began to be called 'Kyoto'. But in fact, Kyoto is just a code name for the royal capital, and the people who have lived in Huyang for generations have not forgotten the original name of the city.

Later, the Zhou Dynasty collapsed, the Zhao Kingdom was newly built, and the imperial capital did not change its position, but in the eyes of the people, the new king was much more lenient in managing some biting things in the former Zhou Dynasty. Since then, the emperor's disagreement on the name is basically equivalent to the acquiescence of the emperor, and there can be two names.

However, those who know a little bit in their hearts can know that this kind of laxity is the Son of Heaven working for the benefit of the people.

The city of Yedu has been called Kyoto for nearly 300 years, and the city of Huyang, even if the wars and turmoil of the last years of the Zhou Dynasty are included, but it can be worthy of this name for more than 30 years, so there are still people who are easy to confuse the names of the two cities, and for those foreign merchants who come across the sea, it is even easier to make mistakes by confusing the names...... (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Biquge www.biquge.info () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation