-Father...... The nine-year-old eldest daughter glanced at the machete in Xiao Song's hand, which was as smooth as a mirror, and her eyes showed a hint of hesitation, what do you want to do?

The word sharpening was missing from the words she asked, and the meaning had actually become very different, but the two missing words were afraid that only her stepfather Xiao Song could hear them.

The work in his hand slowed down a little, Xiao Chung glanced at his biological daughter who was next to his eldest daughter, and then his eyes were slightly off, and he only said: "Big girl, take your sister to the side to play, you two just wait for meat for a while."

The eldest daughter was about to speak, when a childish voice suddenly came from beside her: Daddy, the beef is not delicious, it stinks!

Naturally, it was Xiao Song's youngest daughter who would turn five years old this year.

has been running around with her father for a long time, living a life that is roughly equivalent to hiding, and the youngest daughter's cognitive aspect is so lacking that she still stays at about a three-year-old child, with no distinction between cattle and horses, and the smell is difficult to distinguish.

In the youngest daughter's opinion, although the sturdy animal in the yard looks a little different from a cow, as if something is missing, but the rope that ties it is also tied to its mouth, in fact, it is a cow, right? What other animal can grow so big?

As for the taste of beef, the youngest daughter pouted when she thought about it. Xiao Song's medical skills are not bad, but his cooking skills are not fine, at least he is definitely not good at taking care of children's tastes.

About a year ago, Xiao Chung treated the injuries of the first-class Kou Chief, and after the Kou Leader recovered from his injury, he couldn't pay the silver for his injuries, so he paid Xiao Chung the few cattle he had robbed. This move caused the family of three to eat beef offal for nearly half a year, and even Xiao Song, who was full of oil and relish at the beginning, was about to vomit in the end. Not to mention how his two children would be uncomfortable.

And in his little daughter's cognitive concept, the kind of old beef that is several times lean and fishy than the pig is stinky! And when she saw the horse in the yard, she would immediately make an evaluation with a childish tone. To Xiao Song's ears, it was obviously disgust more than the feeling of taste.

Xiaoxiao, Daddy didn't say he was going to kill a cow. Xiao Chung was in a hurry, too lazy to explain to his daughter the difference between cows and horses, as well as the difference between fat and smelly, his eyes rolled half a circle, he took advantage of the situation and lied again, Daddy slaughtered chicken, and made fried chicken thighs for Xiaoxiao to eat, okay?

It's true? Is it really fried chicken thighs? The four-year-old daughter's eyes lit up slightly.

The nine-year-old eldest daughter is also learning from the little sister pouting just now. Imagine your father-in-law cutting a huge roasted horse's leg in a large urn. Then, with a look of great pity, he handed the sliced pork leg meat to the small bowl in front of the little daughter. smiled and said: Good daughter, this 'chicken leg' is the fattest, and it will be the first for you to eat. The eldest daughter couldn't help but sigh silently.

In the face of the two daughters' very different feelings, xù revealed. Xiao Song only chose the idea of taking care of his little daughter, and continued the lie with a smile: Daddy already knew that Xiaoxiao didn't like beef, so how could he kill cows? But you have to sharpen the knife to kill chickens, so you can save effort.

The youngest daughter didn't know the meaning of sharpening the knife, but she heard that her father was preparing to kill the chicken, and she suddenly became happy. In her cognition, she didn't know what it meant to kill, she only knew that when there was meat to eat later, it was still a delicious kind, and she was very happy.

Looking at the little daughter who clapped her hands and jumped up. Xiao Chung also smiled, then turned his eyes to the eldest daughter, and said with a slight smile: Big girl, take the little sister to play, my father is going to be busy.

The eldest daughter knew that her father-in-law protected his little daughter very well, and would never touch bloody things in front of her own little daughter, and she was used to this kind of treatment of her father-in-law.

But it didn't take long for the eldest daughter to come back alone.

……

When night fell, the colorful lights that dotted the entire Dongfeng Building finally came on again after two days of silence.

When the business was closed for two days and reopened, there were so many customers that some of them couldn't take care of it. Originally, Jiuniang was still a little interested in business, but when the door of Dongfeng Building opened, the long-waiting guests entered compactly, and the tall and spacious hall on the first floor was filled with the slight smoke and noise mixed with the smell of wine, the haze in Jiuniang's heart was also dispelled by this active voice, and she didn't have time to think about those sad things for the time being.

No one knows who the real proprietor of Dongfeng Tower is, and most people count it as an industry in charge of Jiuniang. Despite this, whether internally or externally, the building should not be closed for too long, and if someone with a heart can associate its abnormal closure with the bad events that have occurred in Kyoto in the past few days, the root cause of Dongfeng Lou's existence may be affected.

Therefore, while Dongfeng Building entered a normal state of business operation as usual, Jiu Niang also discussed with the girls in the building and came up with a set of excuses to explain that it was not open for the past few days.

Mo Ye stood on the tile ridge on the roof of the Dongfeng Tower, exhaled a long breath at the night sky of Kyoto, and saw that in the deep night without a moon, the seven-colored lantern lights hanging outside the Dongfeng Tower were even more brilliant. She sighed leisurely and said: Brother Xiao Yi once said that he likes to stand on a high place, because the farther he sees, the less easy it is to hold his breath in his heart, and I really feel it today.

You shouldn't stand so high. The person who spoke with a somewhat cold voice half-squatted beside Mo Ye, it was the night walker who brought her medicine every day.

The Night Walker is not very qualified for 'Night Walking' today. He didn't wear a night suit, but a blue-gray cloth shirt reflected the light of the colored lights coming from downstairs, and it was slightly discolored visually. His face was no longer covered with black cloth, and because of the brilliant lights, the half of his face that seemed to have been shaved off the muscles of his face did not make Mo Ye feel terrible when he saw it under the moonlit night that day.

The night walker took out a small urn from the big medicine jar and handed it to Mo Ye, and at the same time said: It is not in accordance with the rules to bring you up here, if you stand here for a longer rest time, I will have to take a breath with my heart.

Mo Ye took the medicine urn and looked at the dark brown medicinal soup with the dregs floating inside, and couldn't help frowning.

Thinking of the strange and unbearable taste of this medicine, she did not drink it immediately, nor did she complain about anything. only said lightly: Not on this, do you want to go below? You'll be seen by the fun-seekers in the building.

The night walker's eyes changed slightly, and he didn't follow the meaning of Mo Ye's words, and only said in a deep voice after a moment of silence: Did you start from last night when you built yì and I came here. You're already planning to let me take you to the top floor?

Absolutely nothing. Mo Ye shook his head again and again, and after a pause, he said: However, considering that you are coming, I built the master of this building and demolished the bamboo building on the lotus pond in the backyard. Less of that light, more about your coming and going.

The night walker said lightly: As far as I know, the demolition of the bamboo building is used as a reason for the closure of Dongfeng Building in the past few days.

Mo Ye was stunned, and then said in surprise: Do you know how to read minds?

The night walker shook his head slightly, and said slowly: When I first arrived, I heard that the woman on the first floor was always a guest. It's all about saying it again.

Mo Ye sighed softly in his heart with some helplessness. The dark path almost forgot that this person was good except for light work. There is also a strong point in hearing. After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked abruptly: How far can you listen?

The Nightwalker did not answer as she meant, but insisted on the destination of his mission and said calmly: You should be the same as before. Prepare a tool to filter the medicine so that you can finish it quickly, and I can leave quickly.

Mo Ye pursed his lips and said, "You know, this medicine is very difficult to drink.

I don't know, I haven't tasted it. The Night Walkers seem to be a little impatient, and this time the answer is fast, I just know, you are in trouble.

……

Mo Ye is indeed difficult and troublesome, at least in these days when night walkers come to Dongfeng Tower to deliver medicine, it is just a few words in a moment's effort. That is, it will make him feel big.

On the second day of delivering the medicine, Mo Ye asked the name of the night walker, and his name was Wu Shu.

She was going to ask him to learn martial arts, but he refused, and in the end he couldn't resist her questioning, so he had to answer another question she asked......

(299), you don't want much

On the third day of sending medicine, Mo Ye asked Wu Shu to teach him martial arts, he refused again, and finally in the ridicule, Mo Ye learned that Wu Shuben was the young master of a scholarly family, but it was a pity that the world was unfair and the fate was bumpy, which made Mo Ye sigh for a while.

On the fourth day of delivering the medicine, Mo Ye almost begged Wu Shu to teach her martial arts, but of course Wu Shu still refused with a straight face. So at the end, Mo Ye was like a Laipi child who grabbed the sleeves of his elders and kept clamoring for candy, and kept shouting at the fifth uncle. Fortunately, the Dongfeng Building, which was full of pleasure seekers, was noisy enough, so that no one would notice the child on the roof who repeatedly shouted two monotonous words, but Wu Shu's face was even darker, which was not very good.

On the fifth day of delivery......

In fact, there is only one thing that Mo Ye can take advantage of, and there is only one thing that can be entangled in front of Wu Shu but does not provoke him to leave with his sleeves flicked away, and that is his sense of responsibility.

The Night Walker, who was on a mission for a child for the first time, had already seen Mo Ye throw bowls. And for this child who had just suffered a tragedy that was almost wiped out, there was a concern in his heart, which made him have to accompany her until he saw her finish drinking the medicine.

He doesn't have the power to pick and choose assignments, and he doesn't do as many assignments a year, so he has to be patient. In fact, the accumulation of experience in missions in the past few years has allowed him to practice strong patience. But now, for the first time, he felt that this patience was about to be exhausted in the past few days.

He suddenly understood why the recently deceased adult had such a gentle temperament; But at the same time, he was a little confused, people with such a heart are really not suitable for survival in officialdom......

Fifth uncle, what are you thinking?

Just as Wu Shu was thinking about these in his heart and was slightly distracted, Mo Yedi suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Wu Shu, who slowly lowered his gaze with the silence just now, raised his eyes to look at Mo Ye after coming back to his senses, and the change in his expression made it more and more obvious that he was thinking about something just now, which made Mo Ye feel novel.

Mo Ye moved his lips. was about to speak, but Wu Shu was one step ahead of her, and said in a cold tone: Don't ask me to teach you martial arts.

Mo Ye was stunned when he heard this, and then sighed in his heart, this cold gentleman finally has time to be impatient, but what he insists on refusing to give in is still something that he can't shake, what should he do?

Just when Mo Ye was also slightly distracted, he suddenly heard Wu Shu, who had been silent for a long time, say again: I brought two things today, you can only choose one. First, you can get one thing; Second. You can go somewhere.

A hint of novelty appeared in Mo Ye's eyes. She didn't make a sound immediately, only touched one of her earlobes and groaned for a moment before looking at Wu Shu and smiling: Fifth uncle. When did you suddenly become so good?

Wu Shu's face changed strangely. Immediately, he turned his gaze away, no longer looking at Mo Ye's inquiring eyes, and only cast his gaze into the endless void where the lights were entangled with the night. Then he said lightly: These two things are related to your master, so they should have been handed over to you. It has nothing to do with what I mean.

Wu Shu's words were like a scoop of cold water suddenly poured into the boiling soup, and after Mo Ye heard this, his eyes suddenly sank. And Wu Shu seemed to have expected it, so between openings, he turned his gaze away.

After being silent for a long time, Mo Ye said in a low voice: Does my master still have something left for me?

It shouldn't be what he left for you. Wu Shu looked at the night sky. Said slowly: It was something he had been holding in his hand until he died, but he didn't say who he was going to give it to. However, after his death, several of his best friends in Kyoto refused to accept it.

Mo Ye's eyebrows moved. Holding his breath and saying: I don't want it either, I'll choose the second thing.

Wu Shu suddenly turned his head. He looked at Mo Ye with a strange look. He had a faint feeling in his heart that he had been calculated.

However, he didn't really pursue anything. Because he felt. In the two things he talked about today, he couldn't hold back the details of this child who suddenly lost the only relative in the world. Maybe it's a similar experience. made him feel some empathy, which provoked pity in his heart.

Exhaled softly. He said: Lord Lin is buried in the Loyal Martyrs' Mausoleum, the Imperial Mausoleum, and it is heavily guarded, this time I will take you there, and you are ready.

A crescent moon rising in the sky was extremely faint, but the frosty moonlight seemed to stain the night air with a hint of coldness. Mo Ye took a deep breath, couldn't help coughing, and then said in a somewhat hoarse voice: The relics that can be given to me are only those that others don't want, and even the tomb can only be worshiped by me once, which is a cold heart. Or am I going to take too much?

Wu Shu's eyes drooped slightly, and he did not speak.

There was silence again.

After a long time, Mo Ye sighed and said slowly as if talking to himself: I am very puzzled by one thing. Master took care of me growing up, and it is undeniable that I am very dependent on Him, and I have been by His side for many years, so He should have cared for me. But why didn't he allow me to see him on his deathbed? In terms of time, this would have been in time.

A few days ago, your love fluctuated a lot, and your calm heart was not as good as it is now. Wu Shu was no longer silent, but his tone of voice was still not much gentle, you don't know yet, the fire in the Lin Mansion is very strange, and even the metal sword weapons that fell in the courtyard house have softened and deformed after being burned in that fire. Lord Lin, who was rescued from such a sea of fire, eventually died of burns, and you won't know how terrible the burned person looked.

Mo Ye was stunned, and after only a moment's work, she felt the tearing pain in her heart return. With a frown, she didn't think much about it and lifted the medicine urn she was holding in her hand.

The fishy and bitter soup poured into his throat, but all Mo Ye felt was numbness. But she remembered that she had felt this kind of feeling before, and the reason why she suddenly didn't feel bitterness was because there was a bitterness that came from her heart, diluting the bitterness in her mouth.

Wu Shu paused and then said: You don't want much, but you don't know much. In the state you were in a few days ago, if you look at the person who burned Yan zhòng, you will probably remember that scene for the rest of your life. Let you carry gray memories for a lifetime, this should not be the result that your master wants to see, and you should not question the thoughts of adults so easily.

Mo Ye slowly lowered his head.

Wu Shu's words made her clearly realize that there were indeed many places where her ideas were inappropriate. However, when she had inappropriate thoughts, who accurately reminded her? The most people around her said to her were that she was still young and didn't need to think about it.

But now, the previous stable and uneventful living environment has gone wrong, and she can no longer be an ignorant child waiting for others to tell her. But at this time, there is still no one who can tell her what is the right idea and what is wrong.

She lacked someone with whom she could really exchange ideas without hesitation.

Many years later, Mo Ye learned that the reason why the people close to him when he was a teenager would hide everything from him. is because the life experience and parents she is looking for are the most taboo places in the world.

And when she decides not to wait anymore, she wants to rely on her own strength to reveal these confusions, and there is still no one who can really build her along the way. She shredded the path paved for her by the previous generation, including her master, and directed her life in another direction.

Of course, the current Mo Ye has not yet learned about it. She was just looking at Wu Shu at the moment, and some expectations suddenly rose in her heart, but soon she sighed silently and gave up.

Then she thought of Shi Yi. I remember the last time I saw him, he questioned the guards outside the house, and when we finally parted, he promised to go up to the little attic again, just to help her find out about it......

Don't...... What did he find?

That's why 'goodbye'?

A sneer quietly appeared on Mo Ye's lips, and a sense of annoyance was blocked in her heart, which made her want to stand on the highest ground of Dongfeng Tower and shout a few times. to loosen the chest.

Then again. Shi Yi and Grandpa Qu 'said goodbye' together. It reminded her of her aunt's departure, was the similarity between the two things forced by the urgency of the situation, or because it was done by one person?

If Wu Shu had gotten along with Mo Ye before. I would definitely be surprised to see the sneer on Mo Ye's face. However, because he doesn't understand what Mo Ye used to be like, it's easy for him to confuse the assessment of adults with the assessment of children.

Seeing that Wu Shu, who saw Mo Ye sneering, did not show much other feelings, and when he saw that she had finished drinking the medicine, he was ready to pack up the medicine delivery utensils and leave.

Picking up the medicine jar, he just calmly instructed: I will come to you early tomorrow morning. This is something that Lord Li guarantees, but it is always a bit unjustifiable to bring you into the Imperial Tomb, so please don't alarm others.

Mo Ye can understand that if the other people in the building know that they are going to worship Lin Shan tomorrow, it is likely that someone will want to go with them. In that case, the pressure on the side of the cover will increase a lot.

However, the thought of worshipping her master and walking so quietly still made her feel uncomfortable in her heart, especially the unjustified sentence, which made her a little annoyed, and in the deliberate patience, the expression on her face became a little strange.

Of course, this strange look did not escape the attention of Wu Shudi.

Wu Shu was originally going to leave directly with the big medicine jar, but he finally couldn't help but speak: You said that the relics of Lord Lin that were originally going to be given to you are something that no one else wants, but in fact, it is not true, maybe it is because it can only be kept by you, so others will choose not to overpass. And the tomb is standing there, and if you want to go, you can't go. Many things in this world are made by people, so there must be a way for someone to reach and manipulate them, just depends on whether you want to seek it or not......

(300), follow the caravan

The computer is broken, the data can't be retrieved for the time being, and the guide is too slow. These days, I have to rely on my mobile phone + tablet to combine codewords, but I will insist on updating.

What difficulties did I not overcome? It's the same with this little thing......

Wu Shu's words made Mo Ye fall silent and fall into thought.

Wu Shu didn't accompany her to meditate until she figured out her plans to figure it out.

After he finished saying that, he immediately stretched out his long arms and jumped with Mo Ye onto a big tree next to Dongfeng Tower, which grew higher than the eaves on the roof. His canopy was as light as a swallow dodging a rainstorm, and as he slid down the ground against the trunk of a tree, he was like a swordfish chasing trees.

Wu Shuna took Mo Ye's Jianyì, changed the original route, and sent the decoction directly to the Dongfeng Tower. Because of the terrain, Mo Ye was able to see him more clearly unfolding his high-flying kung fu.

In the first few days, Mo Ye was amazed by Wu Shu's flexible body. And she has just escaped a catastrophe of life and death, and she has a great yearning for this kind of kung fu that is not as brutal as slashing kung fu, is known for its dexterity, and is very conducive to escape.

That's why she did everything she could to beg Wu Shu to teach her this kung fu. Even if she could vaguely predict that Wu Shu would not be so easy to let go of this matter, she still persevered and did her best in this matter.

However, today, she didn't pestering Wu Shu at this time like she did a few days ago, but this was not because she was going to give up this idea and plan, but because she was struggling with another thing in her heart at the moment.

Quest. I'm looking for it, but no one seems to approve of me...... Is it because I'm looking for the wrong way? But what is the right approach? Who can sue me? What should I do?

There was a fast wind in his ears that slashed his cheeks, but Mo Ye didn't notice it at all. It wasn't until her feet touched the ground that she came back to her senses. looked at Wu Shu, who had just withdrawn the arm that was hugging her waist.

Wu Shu saw a gloomy and confused look on her face. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke again: "When I was on the roof just now, I saw the indignation in your eyes, so I said more. I just hope you can understand that resentment has accumulated a lot in your heart, and it can only play a role in painting the world you see in your eyes. However, there is not only one color in this world that can swallow a qiē color.

Mo Ye was stunned when he heard this, and at this moment, Wu Shu had already left the courtyard of the back house of Dongfeng Building like a meteor rising from the ground. And after a few ups and downs in the figure. The figure disappears between the overlapping buildings of Kyoto immersed in the night.

Because most of the girls in the building live in rooms located in the backyard. So although the front of the Dongfeng Building facing the street is very chic, there are many windows. However, the wall facing the backyard is much more subtle. The wall without windows can also be more effective in blocking noise from some buildings. In the backyard that is not too quiet and not too noisy, in the night when the thin moonlight is sprinkled, Mo Ye's face standing under the big tree looks even darker.

She stood like a stake fixed on the ground. His gaze was also fixed in the direction of Wu Shu's departure. After a long time. She let out a long breath of turbidity, approached the courtyard wall, stepped on the shadow of the wall, and walked quickly towards her room.

……

When the night was approaching, in the side hall of Huayang Palace, the second prince Wang Hong was holding a thick book. Still reading carefully.

This is a history of the founding of the Nanyang Yehou Kingdom, to be exact, a chronicle written by an unknown scholar of the Yehou Kingdom. There is no shortage of anecdotes, shoddy wild histories, and bizarre legends.

After the book was written. Although it is thick enough, the number of words is enough, and the content is broad and rich. However, it is not recognized by the national government at night, and is even suspected of insulting the national body. Because there are so many ghost stories depicted in it. It is so much that it describes the drama of the wizard's divine power possession and punishing the imperial court for the people. This makes the author after more than ten years of painstaking efforts. Instead, because of this work, it was arrested by the government of the country.

However, this book is very popular among the local people, and if they dare to talk about the imperial court, this book has become the best in the entertainment encyclopedia. So last autumn, when the Zhaoguo Naval Airlines caravan passed through this small country in the sea, it was inevitable that the journey was lonely on the ocean for a long time, so it conveniently collected a complete set of books from the black booksellers.

A set of 20 volumes, most of the Air China caravans were able to see one volume when they returned home from the sea, and finally brought them all back. Unexpectedly, after inadvertently flipping through a few pages, the second prince was also deeply attracted by its content.

After reading for nearly two hours, the second prince Wang Hong finally put down the book, got up and left the study to prepare for bed. And his face still had a little novelty on his face caused by reading the chronicle of the Yehou State 'Wild History', and when he returned to the side hall, he couldn't help but sigh: False words are the beginning of national turmoil, but it is not the source of national turmoil, but it can be a warning of national collapse.

However, he had only entered the bedroom of the side hall, and had fallen asleep for less than half an hour, when he suddenly sat up from the bed and coughed violently.

Xiaoyi, the palace maid who was in charge of serving her closely, slept on the small bed outside the silk tent, and she was quickly awakened by Wang Hong's coughing.

Xiao Yi Yuyue generally jumped off the small bed from the quilt, and he didn't have time to set one more set of clothes, so he directly touched the fire fold on the low table, and after lighting the lamp, he took three steps and made two steps to run towards the bed of the second prince.

Several palace maids who were guarding outside the dormitory were also awakened, and they quickly dressed and waited by the door, but did not immediately enter the dormitory.

The second prince is not in good health, he used to wake up suddenly coughing at night, but he was generous, and many times, if he didn't feel very uncomfortable, he would rather endure it than let the palace maids disturb the people in the Imperial Medical Bureau in the middle of the night.

After serving him for a long time, the palace ladies also had a kind of enlightenment. They were grateful for the generosity of the second prince, and they also knew that although this highness was noble and should have been served, he himself did not like to always trouble others because of his congenital weakness. So the palace ladies were very consciously vigilant about His Highness's illness, but they would not all rush to the palace without being summoned.

But tonight. When the two palace maids standing outside the hall heard the coughing sound coming from the inner room, their hearts were unusually anxious. Since the climate warmed up in the beginning of spring, it has rarely happened that His Royal Highness coughed and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and they heard that His Royal Highness the Prince coughed urgently and heavily tonight. I can't help but feel that something is wrong.

Xiao Yi quickly ran to the bed, put the lamp on the table, and then climbed into bed as he usually did when His Highness was unwell. Kneeling beside the second prince Wang Hong, she kept brushing his back with her hand, and asked worriedly: Your Highness, what do you think? Do you want to let the servant call the doctor?

Wang Hong shook his head. After a moment, he stopped coughing, and he gasped deeply in his guttural voice, and the wrinkles between his brows faded, but the drowsiness had already been coughed away.

His spirit gradually calmed down, but he did not lie down again. Instead, he sat there. She struggled with the idea of persuading him to rest. In the end, they were withdrawn. She wanted to blame him. Asked him not to read so late in the future, but in the end she only moved her lips without saying a word.

Xiao Yi dragged a few soft pillows next to the bed. He was cushioned behind him, and then helped him to sit up at a more comfortable angle.

After Wang Hong sat in silence for a while, he suddenly let out a long sigh, which made him cough a few more times.

Looking at his young face wrinkled by coughing, and his complexion was slightly pale all the year round, Xiaoyi couldn't help but say worriedly: Your Highness hasn't coughed at night these days, and now it's suddenly like this again, and the maid is scared when he looks at it.

Wang Hong smiled faintly and moved his palm to pat the back of her hand. It seems that because he coughed too much just now, his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: What are you afraid of? That's what my body is.

Xiaoyi shook his head and said, "No." In recent days, His Highness's health has been much better than before. The maid only hopes that His Royal Highness can continue to be so good, and the servants in the entire Huayang Palace also think so, ...... That's what I should think.

After a slight pause, she added: It must be that you have been worrying about those things in the past few days, and if you haven't rested well, your body will suddenly be a little unbearable.

Out of the way. Wang Hong lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and ordered: There is still a cold night at this time, don't stay like this, go to the clothes first, and then stay away from the two palace maids outside the door, I have something to ask you to do.

Xiaoyi's expression froze for a moment, then nodded, got out of bed without saying anything, and walked towards the door of the dormitory leading to the hall.

……

In order to save Ye Nuonuo, Mo Ye cut his wrists and bled continuously for several days. Fortunately, Ye Zhengming's medical skills were superb and the medicine was accurate, and only three days later, Ye Nuonuo woke up from a coma and was generally fine. Ye Zhengming also told Mo Ye that he didn't have to use wrist blood as a guide, this matter had to be left to other doctors, maybe Mo Ye had to put a few more bowls of blood.

It is likely that the extremely complex and long-term prescription prescribed by Liao Shi a few years ago is working, Mo Ye's physique is a little different from ordinary people, she just felt that she was never sick before, and after experiencing the catastrophe of the siege of the snake a few days ago, she found that her physique can be small poison and not kiss, and big poison is half of it, which has also been confirmed by Ye Zhengming a few days ago.

In the past three days, Mo Ye made a new discovery, in addition to the previous two, she also realized that her recovery speed after the injury was also extraordinary.

Having lost so much blood, if this matter were left on other women, I am afraid that she would have to lie down for a few days with blood deficiency and body, but Mo Ye only felt that this symptom never seemed to appear in him. If it weren't for Ye Zhengming's unease, he would have to leave her in Ye Mansion for a few days, and take care of her under his observation to recuperate, she would probably have left on her own two days ago.

Mo Ye had one thing in mind, and she had been thinking about it in the past few days of recuperation in Ye Mansion.

After she started practicing that kind of exercise, Mo Ye felt that she needed a weapon to take advantage of, but there were two problems that made her very tangled in this matter, one was how to make it, and the other was how to choose.

Mo Ye had seen the sword weapon that made her can't help but be thrilled at the Commander's Mansion not long ago, but she had to admit that if there was no sword spectrum, it would be difficult for anyone to play the full role of the sword in her hand. But Wu Shu refused to help, and the commander couldn't count on it, Wu Shu just listened to his command to do this, so although Mo Ye was helpless, he could only give up this idea early-

ps: H7N9 flu has started to happen again in many places, I am writing fried chicken legs at this time, and it is a midnight update, will it cause the collection to be abandoned by a few foodie readers? I really didn't mean to, really, I hadn't eaten fried chicken thighs in a long time, so my fingers slipped and knocked out