- In the face of Mo Ye's suspicious gaze when he looked at him, he almost said what he was thinking at this time, but when the words came to his lips, he was finally pressed down by him, and he simply said: Maybe my thoughts are too heavy.

Mo Ye noticed the change in his expression when he wanted to say something, she wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a while, she also gave up.

Although Mo Ye's understanding of Qingfeng Pavilion was not as careful as Shi Yi's, it was not as shallow as he estimated. It's just that the way he went to the male pet restaurant for the first time a few days ago was not as face-damaging as when Shi Yi went, but it was not a serious behavior, so Mo Ye didn't plan to mention that incident.

Just because they didn't say it doesn't mean they didn't know it.

For Mo Ye and Shi Yi, who were sitting under a viewing pavilion not far away from Qingfeng Pavilion at this time, and seemed to be reading carefully, they had already withdrawn their onlookers, and Mo Ye and Shi Yi, who were leisurely eating melon seeds, had actually not restrained their doubts, but were silent in their hearts to figure out a few doubts they had observed from the reading behavior of those two people.

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East of the city, the Commander's Palace.

Steward Song brought a bowl of freshly boiled lean porridge from the kitchen to the outside of the study. He was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when he heard a sudden sneezing sound from the study that almost shook the roof, startled him, and the bowl in his hand almost slipped.

However, he only hesitated outside the door for a while, and then heard the voice of the sneezer in the room speak in a hoarse voice: Uncle Song. Come on in!

The Commander's Mansion in the eastern part of the city was built very magnificently, to be precise, it was funded by the imperial court and the Ministry of Industry was responsible for the construction of the official residence. However, this is only the office of the ruler, and it is not suitable for private living.

However, Li Gai's wife room is empty, and he is alone, and he is not in such a hurry to buy a place to stay. In addition to his usual work as a patrol, he spends most of his daily life here. And the Song steward of the Commander's Mansion took care of the details of his life for several years. It's like half of the family.

Therefore, after Steward Song walked into the study, the first thing he said was to dilute the caring words of the level: It's not early. Let's rest! Beware of catching a cold.

Looking away from a book that was opened in his hand, Li Gai knew what Steward Song was referring to, but suddenly a mess of annoyance suddenly appeared in his heart. But it doesn't point to Steward Song.

He put down his book and picked up the porridge bowl. Before drinking porridge, I said casually: In this weather, how can it be so easy to catch a cold, and besides, I don't know what it feels like to have a cold upper body for a few years...... It must be the third child scolding me, hum!

He scolded you? Steward Song looked at Li Gai with some surprise, and after a pause, he said: It is you who can provoke him to be angry, and it must be your fault that scolds him.

Li Gai was about to drink porridge, and when he heard the words, he was stunned: Why don't you ask, just say it's my fault?

Steward Song smiled: Then I'll ask you now, will you say?

Of course...... Words to the lips. He pinched it stiffly again, and wouldn't speak.

It's certainly not a small thing. Steward Song thought about it and said: But the fault must be on you. Don't forget, who gave the title of 'the first person to persuade the fight'.

Alas, it's my fault, but if he doesn't agree to what I asked him to do, he actually picked up the stone slab on the ground and smashed me, do you think I can not be annoyed? After Li Gai said this, he began to drink porridge.

Steward Song was stunned for a moment. But the expression on his face quickly relaxed again, and said in a harmonious voice: It's not a big deal, just a stone slab, it can't hit you.

Li Gai laughed dryly and didn't say anything more.

Steward Song waited for Li Gai to finish drinking the porridge, he sent the bowl back, and after standing for a while, he couldn't help but say again: Actually, when I heard you say this, I was also curious. What do you ask him to help you?

A little private. Li Gai said perfunctorily. As a supper, the bowl of porridge in his hand was not as real as the main meal, and he drank it in three or five sips. However, the rigidity of the body caused by drinking this bowl of hot porridge and sitting at the table for more than two hours in a row was indeed much more soothing.

Putting down the bowl, Li Gai moved his arms slightly, and then looked at Steward Song and said gently: Uncle Song, you can step back and rest first, I have to watch it for a while.

Steward Song picked up the bowl and asked: Why don't I serve you another bowl?

No. Li Gai did not hesitate to refuse, picked up the album on the table and looked at it a few times, he looked sideways at Steward Song, and said with a smile: The porridge tastes good, and the rest will be breakfast tomorrow morning.

Good. Steward Song responded, thinking of the simple living habits that Li Gai has not changed in the past few years, and Steward Song, who had lived a long and hard life when he was young, felt a sense of respect in his heart, and there was a hint of joy on his face.

As he was leaving, he saw Li Gai pull a stack of roster-like things that were piled up a foot high on the table in front of him, and then picked one of the books on the surface and looked at them. He originally thought that he had already seen it, but he didn't expect it to be unmoved, seeing this scene, Steward Song couldn't help but say: Why are there so many official documents today?

Li Gai didn't look up and said: I've been busy with the third child these days, and a lot of my own things are piled together.

Steward Song sighed and said, "I also know that there have been a lot of things going on these days, but don't you still have a few deputies?"

These have already been seen and filtered out. At noon, I drove the four people back to rest. Li Gai finished reading a book, put it aside, and after resting for a while, he said: If a few of them are really tired, I will be the one who is in trouble.

That's just as well. Steward Song nodded in agreement, Okay, I'll rest first, don't stay up too late.

Li Gai nodded, watched Steward Song leave, and then buried his gaze in the roster in front of him again.

An hour later, all the rosters piled up on the table were looked through by Ligai, and the original three stacks of rosters were sorted into five stacks at this time. He collected a stack and put it in his desk drawer, then called a pen clerk waiting in the cubicle and ordered him to distribute the four stacks of the roster to the relevant departments.

After the pencil left, Li Gai stood up and moved his muscles and bones, and after a crackling sound from the muscles and bones of his body, he took a deep breath and clapped his palms.

Outside the study, a young man in a strong suit with a hard-sealed thick account book walked in, and said to Li Gai: Lord Li.

Li Gai opened his head and spoke: Huh!

Be. The young man in the suit froze for a moment, and then spoke again in a calm tone: The four main gates of Kyoto had all been closed two hours ago, and there was a slight difference in the order of time. The east gate is inspected at two quarters, and the whole is closed at the end of the day; The West Gate is inspected at the same time, and it is closed at the same time; South Gate ......

The whole process of the ceremony is about to maintain the tea kung fu. A qiē sounds more or less normal. After listening to the last paragraph of the record of the young man in the strong suit about the number of shifts of the patrol team. He closed his eyes and muttered for a moment, then opened his eyes and asked calmly: Why is Simon so late today?

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Yu Linwei, patrolling each team of ten people, one post at a moment.

Noted down.

Patrol guards, 30 people per team, 1 post every half an hour.

Noted down.

Casual Attendant......

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About five or six zhang away from the viewing pavilion where Mo Ye was sitting, under another viewing pavilion, the handsome young man from the Seifukan sat leaning on the table, and spread out a book with his hands resting on the stone table. His gaze rested naturally on the title page, and his voice was soft, chanting at an extremely slow pace. He seemed to be reading the words of the book, but in fact he was reading them in a way that only the servant girl sitting across from him could understand. Transmit a few messages.

Every time the servant girl pronounced those three words in the same way, the young man began to read the second paragraph. If a third person could hear what was being said by a third person, it would be difficult for even an illiterate person to believe that they were reading.

And because of the distance, although Shi Yi couldn't hear what the sick handsome man named Shaoling was reading, he still noticed something strange, because he found a strange behavior common to the two people who were reading. The two men were not blind, but they seemed to be watching at the same time. He also uses his fingers to read blindly, and the speed of blind reading is much faster than the filtering of words by his eyes, showing a deformity in the coordination of eyes and hands.

Shi Yi's question was indeed a problem, but he hadn't figured it out in detail, and his mentality of not wanting to meddle in things and cause trouble made him not continue to think about it, but the key point was that he really couldn't imagine that the two people under the pavilion over there could be so bold.

At present, the young man under the viewing pavilion next to Xingshan Avenue is not the handsome young man Shaoling of the Qingfeng Pavilion, although he really looks as sick as the original young man because the old injury has not healed and new injuries have been added. As for why his face was so close to the original Shaoling Jun Gongzi, this was not only because he had a certain talent foundation. The most important thing is that the servant girl next to him is not an ordinary subordinate from the Qingfeng Pavilion, but is really a master of disguise.

These two people came to Xingshan Avenue today, of course, not to enjoy the flowers, they really came with something to do, and there is a task to be completed.

Although the feeling of being watched by the onlookers made it a little difficult for the two of them to adapt for a while, they had to admit that if it were not for the reputation of the young master of Qingfeng Pavilion to cover up, it might be more dangerous for them to go directly to Xingshan Avenue to collect the information they wanted.

The young man named Shaoling had turned the book in his hand to most of it, and it was still a small part away from the content of the agreement he had agreed with the young woman who was pretending to be a servant, his hand suddenly stopped, and his eyes were taken away from the book, and he glanced at a man and a woman who were eating melon seeds under another pavilion not far away.

The pair of men and women seemed to be competing to eat melon seeds, but they saw that the faces of the two were serious and solemn, and the rhythm of putting the melon seeds into their mouths was so fast that there was no sense of leisure at all, and a small stack of shells had been piled up on the ground in front of their toes.

- Shi Yi and Mo Ye were indeed in a trance, for something they were both aware of but had not yet spoken.

- They all noticed that there was a difference between the master and servant from the Seifukan, but at this time, they were wandering and did not notice that the master and servant had also noticed that there was a difference on their side.

Retracting his gaze to the side, Shao Ling put down the book and stood up, and said after a long sigh of relief: Even if you have thoroughly understood all these aspects, it is very difficult to achieve things, and this is no better than the outside.

The servant girl sitting on the other side of the stone table heard the sound of her clothes fluttering, and knew that the man sitting opposite her had gotten up and left the table, but she only raised her eyebrows and glanced at it, and then her gaze returned to writing, and said in a flat tone: There is only one chance to enter here, and it is always good to know more, and repeated preparation is the only help to success.

Shaoling did not respond.

In fact, the maid's concentration at this time was no longer on the book, but she didn't know what else she could do if she didn't continue to pretend to read at this time. She knew that there were many pairs of eyes around her looking this way, all because the man opposite her was so gifted in appearance that he himself didn't seem to mind those gazes, but she felt a little confused by the light.

She came from the same place as him, the training she received since childhood was also from the same master, and Yicheng has been involved in the same kind of work since then, the only difference is that she is more passive in her vigilance about her body, while he is more proactive.

Due to his profession, he often needs to play a dazzling role in the crowd, appear in public, and receive a lot of attention from others. Still, it didn't diminish his vigilance, and he would be very sensitive to notice and question his body, even if the people around him just looked at him a few more times. Of course, in the past few years, he has often appeared in public, and he has enough experience to make this kind of anti-investigation behavior leave no trace.

However, there are too many tourists who come to the Royal Scenic Avenue today to enjoy the flowers, and the activity is also very high, so the young people did not intend to pay attention to anything unusual in such a wide crowd. But at this time, he would be wary of the pair of men and women in the pavilion next to him who were frantically eating melon seeds, because he recognized that the woman was the one he had met on the Misty Mountains a few days ago. As his attitude changed, he noticed that the young man sitting next to the familiar woman also had a familiar look in his eyes.

Are they too......

Just as the question in the young man Shaoling's heart gradually became clear, the voice of the maid suddenly came from his ears: Do you know them?

――Not long ago, Mo Ye also asked Shi Yi about this.

The maid of Qingfeng Pavilion didn't pay attention to the two people who were quickly eating melon seeds under the pavilion not far away at first, she probably noticed it because of Shaoling Gongzi's attention, but she soon noticed something different.

I've met once. Shaoling retracted his gaze and saw a look of surprise on the maid's face, and he quickly added: She doesn't know me.

The maid breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and her spirit eased a little.

Shao Ling looked at her face calmly, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Senior sister, has your list been revealed?" -