- Ever since the completion of the long scythe that was thickened and widened and hammered completely according to his own wishes, Mo Ye has always wanted to practice with it. It's just that because he needs to keep a low profile, the venue can only choose the grocery store in Chengxu, so Mo Ye's hands and heart are itching a lot these days, but he is also very idle.

Cheng Xu only glanced at her wrist wrapped in a thick layer of cloth, then turned around and entered the house, not looking at how close the little girl behind her was, she only squinted at the sky and threw her backhand on the door, and directly slapped Mo Ye outside the door, almost slapping the tip of her upturned nose into a cake.

There was a clanging sound in the backyard, and when Mo Ye turned over the courtyard wall in the backyard of the grocery store and squatted on the wall, he saw that the two straw men who used to practice boxing under the tile shed had disappeared. This is good, not to mention don't expect to play a few sickles, and even the "schoolwork" of practicing boxing in the past few days is exempted.

Mo Ye is actually not a stubborn person, in the past few years of living in Kyoto, she has not gone to Ye Mansion to live, and most of them have been invited by Ye Nuonuo, taking this opportunity She also learned a little medical knowledge, knowing that the wounds on her wrists are actually really sloppy.

Cheng Xu's bucket of cold water was splashed in time, and seeing his resolute attitude, Mo Ye had already retreated in his heart, and without saying anything more, he slipped off the wall and walked back to the Song Mansion with slow steps.

Mo Ye, who had only walked out of half the street and was slightly distracted, planning to add a knife practice subclass to her "homework" in the future, suddenly felt someone chasing after her behind her, her heart tightened slightly, but she quickly relaxed again, because she heard who the footsteps came from.

Wu Shu's main activities are carried out in the dead of night, and his mind seems to have been affected by this, and he is used to silence from the bottom of his bones, even if he has something to do with Mo Ye at this time, and he is about to follow behind. He hadn't even thought about calling first.

Mo Ye understood this, but she just suddenly got up and wanted to play tricks on him. I knew that the man behind me was about to follow. She didn't plan to turn back yet, and continued to keep her pace at the same pace.

Mo Ye had planned to wait for a sudden turn. Then I spent a good time "admiring" someone's rare trace of panic, but suddenly, the familiar footsteps behind me that were getting closer and closer suddenly disappeared!

At this point, she finally couldn't help but turn around, and her footsteps stopped unconsciously.

In the street behind him, for a long distance, the familiar figure was not to be seen.

Could it be that the footsteps I heard just now were just an illusion?

Mo Ye stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his upper lip. The look of doubt in his eyes flashed, and he was only slightly stunned for a moment, then he withdrew his gaze from Tou Yuan, and decided not to bother with this illusory suspicion for the time being, and was ready to turn around and continue to walk towards the Song Mansion.

But as soon as she turned around, she couldn't help but look surprised in her eyes, and she unconsciously raised her eyebrows.

……

……

"You've found out a long time ago?"

"Yes......"

"So how are you going to go?"

"Uh......"

Mo Ye was going to play tricks on Wu Shu, but she didn't expect that this idea had just formed in her mind, and her careful thought was effortlessly "taken away" by Wu Shu, and turned around and slapped on her head.

Looking at the back of Wu Shu leading the way in front. Listening to his faint words, Mo Ye secretly sighed: Fortunately, he didn't meet the opponent this time, otherwise his every move before he made a move and was still in a state of thought would be pondered so clearly by the other party. It's easy for the other party to play to death.

Whether it is from the depth of thought, the height of martial arts, or the special equipment that carries the small box, he is more than one step away from Wu Shu.

I have been learning martial arts with Wu Shu for three years, although the meetings with him during this period are intermittent, and there will be interruptions for several months without seeing each other, and the number of martial arts paths he passed over should not belong to his original intention, to be precise, he is just a representative of a professor, and he transmits Li Gai's professor's wishes, but Mo Ye still unconsciously regards Wu Shu as a master. and faintly regarded him as a target for martial arts.

In any case, she will not take Li Gai as a target to chase on the road to martial arts. It's not just her. I'm afraid that the people in this world who can catch up with Li Gai in martial arts are definitely hard to count in the face. And as a person who has just glimpsed the martial realm. Mo Ye is not so greedy.

Since the last time we separated in the Xiao family's medicine house, I haven't seen Wu Shu for a few days, which was the norm in the past, and Mo Ye didn't miss it because of this. It's just that this time he came to her, and he came a little suddenly, seeing his hurried steps, it seemed that there was something big, but he didn't say anything for the time being, which made her can't help but have some thoughts in her heart.

Following Wu Shu through two relatively secluded streets, looking at the buildings around him with a solemn and rigorous construction style and some familiarity, Mo Ye suddenly understood.

"Uncle, are we at the Commander's Mansion again?" Mo Ye didn't stop, looked at Wu Shu's back and asked, "It won't be like the last time I came, right?" ”

"This time, the Commander wants to see you." Wu Shu suddenly stopped and turned around, while he also pulled out a black cloth belt from his tight sleeve, "Your Excellency has to be secret, you need to be blindfolded before going to that place." ”

……

After Wu Shu left, Mo Ye waited honestly and quietly for Li Gai's arrival in the dusty but well-lit study that seemed to be a secret location, but she felt that she had waited for a long time, and still no one came in, so she was about to be a little honest and quiet.

It was still so quiet outside, so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped, if it weren't for the hunger in her stomach, and even she would have heard the sound of the feeding drum in her stomach, Mo Ye would probably think that she was not in a dream at this time.

The surrounding qiē seemed to become unreal, but Mo Ye knew that this was an almost hallucinatory feeling that a person was prone to after being locked up for too long.

Mo Ye once read a book that recorded a kind of punishment, which was to use this kind of spectator to only feel quiet and gentle to achieve the purpose of destroying a person's calm willpower. In the past, it was difficult for her to understand how a person's tenacious mind could naturally disintegrate without being hit by external forces. Now she suddenly understood something.

But she hadn't had a nervous breakdown yet, firstly because she had been locked up for a bit long, but not long enough, and secondly, she had a rough idea of where she was being held and who had brought her in. And there will always be a time for yourself to go out. Hope has never been lost, and the spirit is naturally stable.

It's just that this time in prison is so boring, even if it's in a prison cell. You can also talk to a few fellow inmates, even if the topic of conversation with the convict is likely to be extremely rough and filthy. It's better than being alone between four walls, right?

The key point is that Mo Ye feels hungry, extremely hungry. Her habits had always been very regular, and this good habit also conveyed a more accurate message to her at this time, and she could feel that she was hungry at least three times, that is, she had been in this house for almost a whole day.

Even if a soldier in a combat unit starves for a day or two in a row, his combat effectiveness will be almost discounted. Mo Ye is not a soldier and has no combat mission. But that doesn't mean she's willing to do it. Since Li Gai didn't sincerely advise her, then let her go back, why trap her like this?

Mo Ye had already jumped on the flat and generous desk in the study with some impatience and disrespect, and no matter how important it was on this desktop, Li Gai, who was the supreme commander of the armed forces inside and outside the imperial capital, had reviewed and approved it, anyway, this board was now just a piece of wood under her buttocks.

Before, when Mo Ye was standing in this study, her gaze was roughly at a straight angle to the only painting scroll hanging on the wall, but now she was sitting on the desk, and she found that her gaze was still straight to the painting.

Mo Ye suddenly realized a problem, when the owner of this desk sat upright behind the desk. As long as you raise your eyes slightly, you can see the painting just right.

――Does this visual angle imply that the painting has some special meaning?

Mo Ye's questioning and speculation about the painting scroll that should not be painted in the strict sense. In fact, from a magnanimous point of view, the direction is right, but at this time, it is difficult for her to see through the details of that painting, because the meaning that can be expressed in that painting is almost not related to her life and learning.

What's more, at this time, she was so hungry that her thinking was a little divergent, and she was really not suitable for such a thorough, rigorous and repetitive line thinking.

Or maybe she should be thinking about something else at this time, how to get out of here and find a restaurant as soon as she gets out. Only when you are full do you have the strength to think about things.

He smacked his tongue and swallowed more than a dozen mouthfuls of saliva, deceiving himself to fight the hunger in his stomach first. Mo Ye jumped off the desk. She hesitated for a moment, then tore a few strips of cloth from the hem of her skirt. He took off the scroll on the wall, rolled it up and tied it to his back, then took a few pens from the pen stand on the table, put them around his waist, and took out the small box from his sleeve.

Glancing at a triangular beam on the roof, Mo Ye's fingertips vibrate, and the small rope like a filament at the first orifice of the small box burst out like a spring, and was thrown up by her, tightly wrapped around the beam like a long snake.

Then, her figure squatted slightly, and jumped into the air again, and at the same time, the hand holding the box body shook the strings, and with the tension of the special ultra-fine wire rope itself in the small box, she rose up a few feet, and the other hand stretched upward, successfully hooking the beam.

Climbing to the roof of the house is not difficult for Mo Ye now, but she has been hungry for a long time and her strength has decreased slightly, so when she first climbed the beam, she couldn't help but rest for a while, took a few breaths, and secretly scolded a few words: I really don't know which one lacks heart, what do you think about this? I've locked myself here for so long that I don't even drink saliva?

After resting enough, Mo Ye began to get down to business.

As a precaution, the string thrown by the small box was still wrapped around the beams of the house, and she did not immediately take it back, so she grabbed the small box tightly with one hand, and pulled out a brush from her waist with the other hand and pinched it upside down, and gently poked the black moisture-proof dust-proof linen cloth on the roof with the pen holder.

She remembered the first time she came to the Commander's Mansion - it hadn't been long since that happened, so she remembered it very well - that day because she had finally alarmed the Commander-in-Lord, Kyoto Warrior God, Wu Shu was about to take her to escape from the scene of theft, but was stopped by a group of crossbowmen hidden in the mezzanine under the roof tiles.

At the moment, although she was not sure where she was in the Commander's Mansion or which house, it was always good to keep an eye on her.

The last time he made a bold move, he was rashly infiltrated into the Commander's Mansion, and the purpose was probably to peek at the Commander's martial arts training process, so that he could observe the enlightenment and benefit, and in the end it was an act of being involved with stealing, and it was normal to be treated with courtesy.

And unlike last time, this time Mo Ye came to the Commander's Mansion, although he needed to keep a low profile because of his identity. It's a back door, but after all, it still has a completely different meaning from the last time I went over the wall.

Overall, this time she was brought in by the Commander's right-hand man. As soon as she stepped into this spacious mansion with a stable and majestic atmosphere, she felt more confident. Even if her current path out of the country is a little unruly. I don't follow the normal path, but if I get caught by a crossbowman hiding on the roof, I don't think there will be a mishap, right?

Thinking so in his heart, Mo Ye stabbed the hand of the dust-insulated linen on the roof with the pen holder, and the force used by his fingertips was lighter.

Her main purpose in doing this was to test it, if there were really people guarding the roof, she only needed to be so light, presumably those subordinates who had been trained by the Commander were abnormally alert. I must be able to find something, but my mind is slight in her movements, and I won't embarrass her.

And if there is no one on the roof, she will have to lift the tiles.

She didn't expect to be able to open the skylight on the roof with a few pencils, and she only kept a few more pens around her waist, in case one pen was not enough, she didn't want to endure the fatigue of a hungry day, and then go up and down the beams of the house so much.

But something surprising to her happened.

It's just so light, and the thick linen cloth on the roof that separates the tiles and beams from the dust and moisture was actually pierced by her with a small pen holder! She could even feel it quickly. The other end of the pen holder touched the tile directly, and she didn't have time to stop.

This is the result of weathering for a long time.

Mo Ye frowned slightly, although she wasn't sure if there would be a few guards of the Commander's Mansion who were hurrying in and holding crossbows in their arms to aim their crossbows at her as a pre-firing gesture. But at this moment, she could be sure that there was no zài mezzanine on the top of this room, and her heart was slightly relaxed, and she soon tightened it again.

The hand holding the pen holder did not retract, but it did not continue to poke upwards. Holding the small box in the other hand, he tightened it tightly, ready to slip down the beam of the room with a shake of the strings, and stood on the floor of the study and pretended to wait, never admitting that the small hole in the roof that was difficult to find with the naked eye was his work. Mo Ye, who was half-squatting on the thick beam, held his breath slightly, waiting for the footsteps that might soon be heard on the roof above his head.

However, she waited for a moment. I had silently counted ten in my mind according to the average rhythm of my breathing, but it was still quiet as usual on the tiled roof.

Could it be that the sound is too quiet. Didn't get the attention of others? yes, come to think of it. The impact of sound transmission outdoors is not as noticeable as it is indoors.

Looking back on the time when I was studying in the college, the sound of the students in the teaching hall turning the book together according to the instructions of the teaching master, and the sound of the tip of the rabbit's pen sliding on the paper when they were full of ink were so clear, but if these activities were moved to the sunny grass outside the teaching house, it seemed as if they could be steamed away by the sunshine.

"The sound is actually there all the time, and it can't be steamed by the sun, but the transmission path of the sound is really slightly different from that of the outside."

Maybe it was because this dusty room was still neatly filled with books, and when Mo Ye was locked up here all day before, she also paced and watched all day, so it made her think about what she saw.

Mo Ye, who was squatting on the beam of the room, suddenly remembered the days when she was a little bored but actually extremely comfortable and peaceful in the academy all day long in the academy three years ago, as well as the person who controlled her life rules and made her feel bored, but brought her a general peaceful and comfortable growth environment, and when he faced some of her strange questions, he had never been anxious, extremely calm and patient answers.

But thinking of these pasts that should have made her feel happy, she suddenly became faintly irritable again.

Just because that person has long since left, this memory has a trace of melancholy attached to it, and the dusty study that trapped her, I don't know how to make the melancholy in her heart stained with a wisp of burnt.

After waiting for a moment and no one came, Mo Ye's hand holding the pen holder did not hesitate to increase the strength and poke it up. This time she had made up her mind that she was going to poke the tiles, to alarm the people outside, and she was going to get out—even if she was escorted out by the guards of the mansion.

It seems that the quality of the bricks and tiles used to build the Commander's Mansion is not bad, but from the weathered dust cloth that has damaged its quality, it seems that this study has not been visited for a long time, and even the daily maintenance work has been negligent......

- So even the guards don't come here often?

Mo Ye looked at the wisps of dust falling down from the cracks in the tiles, and the drips of the weathered linen cloth falling down with the dust, and was sure that his hand just now was rude enough to attract the attention of people outside. She waited quietly for a few more moments, but regretfully and strangely. She still didn't hear the footsteps of the Commander's Mansion guards approaching.

-- Isn't this dusty study long forgotten, and the perimeter of this house has long been unguarded?

When she walked into the room, her eyes were still covered with a black cloth. So she wasn't sure if the door was guarded before she came in.

She didn't hear Wu Shu speak to any of the guards. But what she saw last time she came here, as well as the impression of this spacious and majestic mansion, all the subordinate officials of the commander who served here seemed to be strong at doing things and concise at talking, so if Wu Shu didn't speak before taking her into the study, presumably even if there were guards at the door, Bacheng would also nod his head. Without further ado.

This was still her assumption, but after crouching on the beam for a few more moments, she was a little incredulous, but she still had to believe the fact that the study seemed to be unguarded, and that she seemed to have been forgotten - that's why she had been locked up here for so long without even a drink.

However, although he roughly guessed that there was no one outside the house and no one on the roof, Mo Ye's next move to lift the tiles was still very cautious and light-hearted, and he was not as manic and wanton as he had prepared when he sat on his desk just now with some hunger and anger.

There was no one guarding this room, what if the guards in charge of the security of the next room were brought in? Aimed at by a group of crossbowmen on the roof that day. The sharp metal crossbow head was like an invisible force stimulating the scene in front of him, Mo Ye hadn't forgotten it!

Although she can say cruel things, the real thing is coming. She's not a person who gets a hot brain. No matter how you think about it, you have to put safety first, and no matter how desperately you want to get out of here, it's best to get out of here, so that you don't get into trouble and don't get into trouble.

When he walked into this mansion with a thick black cloth in front of him, although Mo Ye couldn't see his body, he listened to it attentively.

The sunlight fell on her body, and the temperature felt warm and slightly cool, which could prompt her to walk through several corner paths where there were tall houses blocking the east. Those who walked close to him could tell from their slightly heavier and rhythmic footsteps that they were the guards of the Commander's Mansion...... Mo Ye has reason to believe. Although this study seems to have been forgotten for a long time, she is indeed still somewhere in the Commander's Mansion.

Identification of ground bearing. She had been learning from her master since she was a child, and when she was just beginning to read and read things. The master did not allow her to run around and find other children in the village to play, and the small courtyard in Xingjia Village, which was as small as the ants crawling slowly on the ground and hiding their nests in the grassroots, became the goal of her learning.

Temperature identification, wind direction identification, step identification...... All these things seem to be the environmental identification methods that blind people need to learn carefully, and Mo Ye doesn't know when he started to learn and master them since he was a child. Recently, Wu Shu began to teach her how to connect the hidden weapon, which naturally allowed her to consolidate and exercise the knowledge she had mastered since she was a child.

The tiles were just to get out of here, and Mo Ye had no intention of demolishing the house in anger.

She used the slender bamboo pen holder as a knife to "cut" the dust-insulated linen cloth on the top of her head, which had weathered like tofu dregs, and roughly allowed herself to drill out, and then gently lifted the tiles in that square inch of land from the inside to the outside - exerting force from the inside to the outside, and also preventing the tiles from slipping off the inclined tile surface, this was not an easy and simple job, but she had learned a patience and caution from Wu Shu - and as the space above her head slowly increased, the scene that made her feel even more surprised appeared in front of her!

The sky outside seems to be dark?

What's going on?

At this time, Mo Ye was not ready to get up and drill out of the "skylight" that she had opened on the roof of the tile, and she squatted on the beam of the room and tilted her head to look at the windows at both ends of the study. The two real windows embedded in the wall were closed, but there was plenty of light coming in through the slightly yellowed window paper, so she was locked up here all day, and she didn't have to worry about changing the lamp oil, so she almost lost track of time.

Dare to feel that you have been locked up here for more than one day, and the sky outside has become dark like this?

Thinking of this, Mo Ye almost jumped out of the "skylight" directly - just like a bird confined in a birdcage for a long time, once it was lucky enough to find an exit, it immediately flapped its wings and flew high - but her body that was hunched and squatted on the beam of the house had just stretched an inch, but like a snail that had just stretched out of its hard shell, it felt the wind sweeping overhead, and quickly retracted again.

Mo Ye is not a snail. There didn't seem to be any wind blowing outside the tiled roof, and even if there were, it was probably just a breeze, because Mo Ye didn't hear any whistling sound. These are the things she can be sure of. But there was something else she wasn't sure about, and therefore vaguely jealous, that she didn't know she was so rashly exposed. Will she be stabbed into a dead hedgehog by crossbow arrows that may be waiting for her from all directions and fired against the roof of the tiles?

Accidental injury, Mo Ye was afraid, she didn't want to endure the pain and torture, if she could, of course she would think of all ways to avoid this unnecessary trouble.

Crossbow arrows, Mo Ye guarded against it, this kind of long-range weapon with sufficient stamina, accurate aiming, and continuous fire and ability to hide shooting traces is really terrifying, even more terrifying than the hidden weapon kung fu that he has been trying to learn recently.

Thereupon. Mo Ye, who continued to squat on the beam of the indoor room, quickly stretched out his hand and threw out the narrow bamboo pen holder in his hand after thinking for a while.

The purpose of throwing the pen is to explore the truth and the void, so Mo Ye's hand was thrown unceremoniously, no longer as carefully as when he lifted the tile just now.

The pen holder flew out of the tile layer and slid out a parabola with a fishhook hanging upside down, deliberately falling off the tile layer as expected, and rolled a few times, making a series of crisp sounds, and then slid down the house along the tilting angle of the tile roof.

Such a distinct noise could be heard from the open roof and should be able to be heard far away. For ordinary civilians. This kind of noise is very common in daily life, but for the guards of the Commander's Mansion who are tasked with protecting the palace, such a noise should attract their attention. At least come and have a look, right?

However, Mo Ye waited for a moment, but still did not hear the neat and heavy footsteps of the guards approaching.

In that case, don't wait!

Mo Ye took a deep breath and began to prepare for the jump, the index finger of the hand holding the small box had been tightly pressed somewhere a little loosened, and the extremely fine filament string ejected from the first chord hole of the small box just now came loose from the beam and began to recycle naturally.

Once Long String was fully retracted into the box and put the box back in her sleeve, she slowly stood up in a squatting position. Bending his knees slightly, he jumped up from the beams of the house. Her thin and petite body jumped out of the beam at the moment. Tighten every inch of the body, and the ankles, back, and back of the head are straightened into a line. Like a loach sprinting out of the depths of a mud pool.

Beyond the skylight on the tile roof, Mo Ye's eyes were like electricity, and he swept the surrounding environment while spotting the ridge of the roof, and quickly counted it the moment he landed, like a walking javelin slipping across the ridge, sliding down the eaves, and shrinking like a cat hiding in a shadow in the corner of the wall under the eaves.

In the moment he walked on the roof, Mo Ye had already seen the surroundings clearly.

She was indeed still in the Commander's Mansion, and this study, which had trapped her all day from morning to night, was indeed in a relatively quiet and cold courtyard, but in other areas around this courtyard, the lights were lit and the light was abundant, although the garrison atmosphere was also very quiet, but she knew that those places were not clean places.

If you want to get out of here, you still can't be careless in your actions, but fortunately, your actions to leave the study have not yet attracted the attention of the palace guards.

Mo Ye looked up at the house he jumped off and saw that this house was not very high, and it only had one floor, so he could break through the roof. However, after carefully observing it for four weeks, she faintly made a new discovery, the room where the study was located seemed to be extremely large, and the wide surface was due to the large area of its area, and the width of the side wall was only a few zhang away.

She didn't know—and perhaps one day she would know—that the master she trusted and admired best was architecture, and that many of Kyoto's major official buildings had traces of his design, including the Governor's Palace.

The secret study of the Lord Commander, who had been locked up for a day today, was originally a strange kind of prison, dealing with the kind of special prisoners with tenacious willpower, and the law of imprisonment was exactly the kind of mental destruction method that she had suspected when she was in the middle of it just now. The prisoners who are held here seem to have no idea what day and night are, and after a long time, they will wonder if a day will never pass, whether they are dead, and thus let go of their beliefs......

It's just that in recent years, the Commander's Mansion has not captured any special prisoners who need to be treated like this, and because the sound insulation and fire resistance of this mansion are very good, Li Gai temporarily used him as a secret study to preserve some texts, as well as occasionally used to secretly see the spies who brought back news from inside Beiyan.

Today, the commander of the Kyoto garrison gave an order for Wu Shu to bring Mo Ye here. It was true that he wanted to imprison her for a few days, but he didn't really want to treat her as a prisoner, so he didn't shackle her. The Commander believed that Mo Ye would not do anything to dig into the ground. In fact, the reason why this room is not raised is precisely because the mystery lies underground. This study in the double basement of the zài. Seiko is also underground, and it can't be dug up.

But the roof construction is a bit worse.

The house looks like a brick structure, strong and stable, but if it is left unattended for a long time, it is easy to be left empty. Mo Ye didn't bring a sharp weapon with her when she came, but if she wanted to escape from a certain house, her habitual thinking was to go high, not dig into the ground. It just so happened that the Commander didn't shackle her. It just so happened that the small box she carried with her was perfect for climbing, and it happened to come across such a house that was extremely strong all around and underground, but the roof was very fragile.

If the current Mo Ye was still the same as she was three years ago, maybe she would have moved tables and chairs to climb the beams at most, but in the face of this movable roof that could be moved, she still couldn't do anything. But now is different from the past, Mo Ye has been practicing the "Qianzhao Sutra" for three years, and with the help of the small box, if she is trapped in such a house, if she does not want to run away. That's not her character.

Close to the corner of the wall, trying to shrink his colored clothes so that his colored clothes were not exposed to the light outside the shadows, Mo Ye quickly left the open study area along the base of the wall. Ran in the direction of the departure she had observed when she was walking on the roof.

One, two...... Mo Ye swept the ground with the speed of a night cat and the posture of an angry horse hurdle, while climbing over the overlapping and circuitous walls in the courtyard of the Commander's Mansion, while relaxing the sound of his own footing on the ground as much as possible, while silently counting in his heart how many walls were still there before the last high wall of the outer courtyard.

The walls of this Commander's Mansion are as numerous and high as those of the Kyoto Prefecture Prison Courtyard that Uncle Wu took him to "observe" a few months ago!

Seeing that he was about to leave this place, the outermost and highest courtyard wall of the Commander's Mansion was already extremely close, Mo Ye's mood relaxed a little, and he couldn't help but silently mock in his heart.

However, the variables of the escape operation are happening at this moment when her heartstrings are loosened.

Just when Mo Ye had already waved his hand and threw out the first hole of the small box, the extremely thin silk strings that burst out like a spirit snake coming out of a hole. Wrapped around a corner at the top edge of the highest and outermost courtyard wall of the Commander's Mansion, his arm shook and pulled with his strength. The whole person's figure suddenly tilted but did not fall, but walked sideways on the side of the courtyard wall like a hanging silk spider. Just as she was about to turn over and walk over the wall, Mo Ye suddenly heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind her that she had been waiting for a long time just now, but at this time she was uninvited!

Rotten!

It's actually the patrol guards from the Commander's Mansion who have moved here!

It's not so much that Mo Ye's luck is a little worse at the moment, the Commander's Mansion is so big, but when she climbed the courtyard wall in this corner, she ran into the patrol guards and walked here, to be precise, the timing of her jumping out of the roof just now was too "good".

When she lifted the tile, it was the interval when a team of military guards patrolled this area, so at that time, whether she was deliberately alert to the sound outside, or deliberately made some abnormal noise on the roof of the study, she did not alarm the military guard to come and check.

But the security inspection work of the Commander's Mansion seems to be so rigid and regular as iron, and the armed guards who have passed through will come back after a while, day and night, and the cycle repeats. If Mo Ye understood this rule, he would definitely choose to wait a while before acting when he approached the last courtyard wall, instead of making sure that this area was negligent when he just left the study, and his heartstrings would be slightly relaxed.

However, if she really knew the details of the internal security patrol of the Commander's Palace, it was likely that she would even nip in the bud the plan to escape just now.

"Escaping" from the secret study of the Commander's Mansion, Mo Ye deeply realized that sometimes the mental exertion is far more tiring than the physical exertion.

Striding down the empty streets, she couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although the sudden arrival of this cold air in the night made her throat itch and cough a few times, she felt that it was always better to walk in the night like this now than to stay in the study full of dust and smell.

As soon as she was mentally relaxed, the fatigue of being hungry for too long came to her head, and for a moment she suddenly wanted to fall asleep, but at this moment, not far away, on the corner of the street, a light faintly and dimly shone through, drawing her attention to.

(To be continued)