- At this moment, Mo Ye suddenly heard Ye Nono's voice.

"Black Lingqi ......" Ye Nuonuo reached out and touched a twisted pigtail hanging down to his neck, his pupils shrank, as if he was searching for memory fragments in his mind, "A few years ago, my father accompanied me here, and he talked about the meaning of the six colors of Lingqi on the merchant ship, and black seems to be ...... Anchor ......"

Mo Ye glanced at Ye Nono in surprise, and then subconsciously looked towards the mast again, and saw that the black flag held by the crew member on the observation platform had been raised to the shoulder. But just as he was about to raise his hand on the top and issue a flag order to the officials who were overseeing the execution on the altar, another person suddenly appeared on the observation platform and pressed his arm at the right time.

Until then, the man had not been seen on the observatory, but there was a windproof fence around the observatory, so it would be difficult for anyone to find a person hiding inside, as long as the crew on the observatory were willing to keep it a secret.

The crew member who was about to raise the flag was stunned at first, and subconsciously wanted to push away the force that hindered him from raising the flag, but when he saw the face of the "extra person" in his sideways, his hand holding the flag was in the air for a moment, and then naturally, or rather, he took the initiative to hang down, and gave up the decision to issue the flag order.

――What is this person's identity? How could the crew in charge of the flag order be allowed to change the decision handed in by the crew members below after deliberation?

Immediately afterwards, the "extra person" climbed out of the windshield fence around the observatory and fell straight down.

From the point he approached the top of the mast to the time he landed on the ship's plank, his figure sliding down the way. It was almost straight, and still had no contact with the mast, like a spider sliding down a tree along a thin thread - but no one could see his "silk", and perhaps it should be said, no one could be sure whether his leap was with tools.

However, when Mo Ye saw this scene, an image suddenly flashed in his heart.

That day, Wu Shu took her to the Martyrs' Mausoleum to pay respects to her master, and when she passed by the siege of the wolf's tooth halfway, Wu Shu carried her up to the city wall. Later, he slipped down and slid down the body shape exercises. That's what it looks like.

The momentum is like wanting to go straight up to the sky, and the speed of falling is like leaning over the cliff without care, this person ...... It is......

When this thought first came to Mo Ye's heart, her gaze could be condensed. It was already close to breaking away from the figure that had fallen straight from the top of the mast. And she was just in a trance for a moment. When I tried to find out where the figure was. She barely managed to catch a half-silhouette of a gray figure before it slid down the ropeway into the water.

"Uncle Wu......"

Mo Ye didn't hold back, and two words came out of his throat.

Because I can't help but speak out. Therefore, the sound was not loud, and against the background of the noise environment she was in at this time, it was more and more reflected as slightly as a mosquito "buzzing".

But Yenono, who was standing very close to her, still noticed something strange and glanced sideways at her.

Ye Nuonuo felt that Mo Ye seemed to say something just now, but when she looked at her, she saw that she was looking silently and did not speak, but her eyes seemed to contain a heart that did not confide.

After Mo Ye lost his mind and whispered, he quickly realized that this behavior was inappropriate, and he quickly pursed his lips and stopped talking. But in her heart, she was still worried about the agile figure who was suspected of being Wu Shu. Although she subconsciously understood that Wu Shu was superb in martial arts and agile, when he was submerged in the water, her heart couldn't help but rise.

The gray figure had been diving for a long time.

The dozen or so crew members who stopped at the bow of the ship also began to show signs of anxiety. Several crew members had already pointed to the water, and then opened their lips to the people next to them, and said something quickly, as if they couldn't hold back and wanted to go down and have a look.

How long can a person hold his breath underwater?

Mo Ye nervously and quickly searched for memory fragments in her mind, and before she could figure out this question, she saw the surface of the water where Wu Shu had dived into the water just now, and suddenly a large white and blue splash bulged from below, and the eyes of the crew at the bow of the ship towards the water surface also became neat.

The gray figure finally emerged from the water, and quickly climbed back to the boat along the ropeway, he was soaking wet on the board, but it allowed Mo Ye to identify him more clearly.

His hair, which was not so voluminous, had been soaked by the sea, and had become straight and obedient to his head, and the voluminous strand of hair on his forehead hung like a blade of grass, and could no longer cover his strange face of two colors.

Mo Ye's eyes widened slightly, she wanted to see farther and clearer, but her lips were pursed tighter and tighter.

Wu Shu, who was sitting on the board, said something to the crew next to him, and the crew hesitated for a moment, and then beckoned a few people to walk down the cabin together.

After a moment, the behemoth body of the merchant ship slowly moved.

However, because there was one anchor cone that had not been pulled up, the extremely thick iron chain that held the anchor cone had been pulled straight, as if it had reached the limit of its toughness, and under the control of the confined force from the seabed, the hull of the ship only moved slightly, and the iron chain made a strange grinding sound.

This sound, composed of two notes, sharp and dull, seems to be coated with a layer of spiritual control, piercing the hearts of all the spectators on the coastal observation deck, and they are impetuous.

But the heart-wrenching tugging didn't last long before it stopped. If you want to accurately describe the scene of the giant ship stopping, because the taut thick iron chain suddenly loosened, and part of the volley chain swayed and hit the hull of the ship, making a dull sound, and a small number of spectators on the shore observation deck were frightened by the collision, but the strange grinding sound finally stopped.

In fact, the deflection of the hull is not large, but because the chain itself is not elastic in the slightest, a trace of tension is reflected in it, as if it has the momentum of wanting to break it.

As the chains suddenly relaxed, the hull of the ship trembled for a moment, and then slowly stopped again. The nervousness of the dozen or so crew members could be seen in the swift approach of the chain.

Wu Shu had been sitting on the board of the boat near the chain, and at this moment, the hull of the boat had just stopped shaking like a struggle, and he had once again slid down the edge of the ropeway. Dive underwater.

Mo Ye's heart was also secretly lifted again.

This time, Wu Shu dived into the water for a longer time than the previous time.

Mo Ye secretly thought that it might be that he had lost too much body on his previous dive, so it would take more time to go down the second time. However, her thoughts flickered, and she immediately frowned again. The biggest difference between operating underwater and acting on land is that you can't breathe. In environments where breath-holding is required. Isn't it more dangerous the longer you stay?

But just as she was about to scream. In the area where Wu Shu dived into the water, there was a splash of water bulging out of the water from the bottom. She knew that Wu Shu was coming up, but when she saw the dirty color of those splashes. Her face couldn't help but change again.

But fortunately. Wu Shu still drilled out of the water after the splash of mud and sand.

However. When he returned to the ship after the second dive, he could almost only be described as a wolf.

It was as if he had just crawled out of the mud. Thanks to the structure of the sediment on the seabed. It's not as dirty as the mud under the laundry sink, so the sea sand on Wu Shu's hair and clothes can still show a close to pure silver.

However, when he climbed the ropeway back to the board, he kept coughing, as if it was sand stirred up in the sea, and in addition to hanging on him, some choked into his throat.

After Wu Shu got up from the bottom of the water, the murky splash under the water continued to churn to the surface of the water. Judging by this situation, the clear splash he brought to the surface of the water during the dive at the beginning should have been caused by the air forced out of his abdominal cavity, and the subsequent wave of dirty splash should have been caused by something moving underwater.

The chains, which were slightly relaxed, gradually tightened again.

But this time, it is no longer a constant tension, but a slowly upward movement.

It didn't take long to see a huge anchor cone with a cone head like a water chestnut and a cone tail cast barb, pulled up by a thick iron chain.

When the barb of the heavy anchor was just out of the water, the people on the observation deck along the coast subconsciously held their breath; And when the entire anchor is completely raised from the water, all the spectators on the coastline are almost at the same time, and the flash flood erupts to cheer. The sound formation, because of the moment before the condensation, and then the sudden unison, is particularly shocking.

Some spectators, as if they were afraid that their voices alone would not be able to fully express their joy, began to jump in the stands again, attracting countless followers.

Mo Ye also felt very happy, but her joy was biased because of the appearance of a person. Compared with the joy that the trouble of the "lagging behind" giant ship in front of her was finally lifted, she was even more pleased that Wu Shu had no accident.

Therefore, her eyes have been locked on Wu Shu, who is still coughing on the board.

A crew member approached quickly and handed Wu Shu a water bladder, and after Wu Shu rinsed his mouth, the cough stopped for a while, and the crew grabbed him by the shoulder and helped him to get ready to walk out of the cabin.

And at this moment, there was a sudden drum beat on the altar!

There is no rhythm in this drum sound, just a balanced and neat beating, although it is not as deafening as the three rounds of "thunder" sound from the previous altar, but this drum sound suddenly played, it can still have a very shocking effect.

On the giant platform, all the crew members, standing or crouching, or walking, have become only a consistent image at this time.

……

……

In the afternoon, when Concubine De finished pruning a few pots of flowers in the east of the Imperial Garden, and returned to Xiaohuai Palace, the sky had already darkened.

She prunes a pot of flowers or other bonsai every afternoon, and although it seems light, her work is very delicate and time-consuming. The scissors in her hand cut off the silent branches and leaves, but her movements looked like she was carefully trimming the newly grown nails of a child with fine skin and tender flesh.

However, only she knew in her heart that she was doing this just to pass the time. She wasn't very enthusiastic about it, and she would never enjoy it, most of the time, she was already out of the world with clipping, and she dropped countless empty clippers without realizing it.

In the Xiaohuai Palace, there are already palace maids who began to light up the lanterns of the Changming Palace hanging on the cloister in turn, and saw the beautiful woman in the palace dress walking from afar, and several people here were already prostrate and kneeling, and when they got closer, the neat bowing sound of a group of slaves and maids came out.

Such scenes are repeated several times a day in the Xiaohuai Palace, and Concubine De has become accustomed to seeing them as a background in the palace, and this is also the case today.

The palace maids kneeling on the ground seemed to have lead on their heads, and when Concubine De walked in front of them, her gaze naturally swept over the back of their rows of pitch-black heads. The corners of Concubine De's mouth moved imperceptibly, and she seemed to take a slower step, but she didn't stop or open her mouth in the end, but just tightened her wide sleeves, which seemed to be a very casual move, and it seemed to be with a kind of boredom.

In fact, the palace maids are also accustomed to welcoming the return of the master of this spacious and lonely Xiaohuai Palace every evening, close to the time of the palm lamp, and are so familiar that they don't need to look up to see the back of the master, only from the light footsteps to distinguish how far the master has walked.

When they all raised their heads, the back of the beautiful woman in the palace had already disappeared into the palace. Either habitually, or some kind of tacit understanding, after the women raised their heads, they first exchanged a few glances with each other, and then got up one after another, and did not continue to light the lamps of Changming Palace in the corridor, but did not hesitate to withdraw from the palace with lamp oil and flint.

When Concubine De returned from the imperial garden every evening, she had to be alone for half an hour, or when she was tired, she was only allowed to be accompanied by two or three handmaidens who were close to her. This is Concubine De's own rules, this rule has also been established in Xiaohuai Palace for many years, the emperor has long known, and he actually followed her, remember not to come at this time, the slaves and maids in the palace dare not trespass.

However, in fact, there is often only half an hour in the evening every day, which makes Concubine De feel quite tired.

When Concubine De had just entered the warm pavilion of the side hall, the handmaid Cui Chun had already greeted her with a beaded curtain, took off the phoenix robe that was stained with a little dust outside, changed into a light and slightly loose regular dress, and took the silk handkerchief that had been ironed with warm water in advance. Concubine De rolled up her sleeves, took the handkerchief and wiped her hands, and then sat down on the bench, leaning on the dwarf case of the carved auspicious beast, picked up the jade porcelain teacup, and took a shallow sip of jasmine Longjing.

The moment she picked up the teacup, Qing Xia just walked out from behind the screen with spring flowers and autumn moon pictures a few steps behind the bench.

"Mother." Qing Xia squatted down in the face of Concubine De and saluted, and immediately got up, neither too humble to look humble, but there was no emptiness in her eyes.

Concubine De appreciates Qingxia, of course, she can let her retain her personality because she is a slave who can do things.

"What's going on in Kyoto today?" Every evening at this hour, when Qingxia came out from behind the screen, Concubine De was about to pick up the topic like this, and she herself was used to it, and her tone was very relaxed and casual. However, when she put down the teacup and her eyes fell on Qing Xia's face, she immediately noticed a trace of abnormality, and immediately said, "Looking at you like this, I'm afraid what I heard today is not small." ”…… (To be continued......)