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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 knew about where she was being held, who had brought her in, and that she would always get out. Hope has never been lost, and the spirit is naturally stable.

It's just that this time of being locked up is too boring, even if you are locked in a cell, you can talk to a few inmates, even if the topic of conversation with the convict is likely to be extremely rough and filthy, it is better than staying 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 that she is willing to do so. Since Li Gai didn't have a sincere opinion of her, 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 scroll hanging on the wall, and as she sat on her desk, she noticed 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 he raised his eyes slightly, he could just see the painting.

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

Mo Ye's doubts and speculations about the painting scroll that should not be painted in the strict sense of the word, in fact, from a magnanimous point of view, the direction is right, but at this time, she is afraid that it is difficult for her to see through the details of the painting. Because of the meaning that can be expressed in that painting. There is almost no connection to her life and what she has learned.

What's more, she was so hungry at this time. The thinking is a bit divergent, and it is really not suitable for such a thoughtful and rigorous thinking and repetitive lines.

Or maybe she should be thinking about something else at this time, how to get out of here. After going out, I immediately found a restaurant, and only when I had eaten enough did I have the strength to think about things.

Smacking his teeth and swallowing more than a dozen mouthfuls of saliva, he deceived himself first to fight the hunger in his stomach, and Mo Ye jumped off the desk. She hesitated for a moment, then tore out a few strips of cloth from the hem of her skirt, peeled off the scroll on the wall, rolled it up and tied it to her back, then drew a few pens from the pen holder on the table, put them around her waist, and pulled the small box from her sleeve.

Looking at a triangular beam on the roof, Mo Ye's fingertips vibrate, and the filament-like rope at the first orifice of the small box burst out like a spring. She threw him up and wrapped himself tightly around the beam like a snake.

Then, her figure squatted slightly, and then jumped into the air, and at the same time the hand holding the box shook the string, and by 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 upwards and successfully hooked 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.

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Feng Jiu understood the meaning of Tian Qi's words, and also deeply understood that his inference just now was really too impulsive. And his ability to weigh the benefits and disadvantages is very narrow, and he is not as good as the seventh brother who sits opposite him.

Therefore, Feng Jiu was still a little skeptical that his speculation that had not yet been implemented was false.

However, when he fell into silence, Tian Qi had a trace of curiosity in his heart. After a long silence in this corner room, he suddenly opened his mouth to break the silence, and the curiosity in his heart was not concealed.

Xiao Jiu, I listened to the meaning of what you said just now, it seems that you have your own inferences about things that may affect the interests of Xiangye in Xixin?

Hearing this, Feng Jiu raised his head slightly drooping, thought about it for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke softly: This idea is still very vague, if it ......

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly shut up a little abruptly. Seeing this, Tian Qi didn't ask, but as if he felt something, he immediately turned his head to look out the door.

It didn't take long for a figure to appear on the gravel road outside the door.

Tian Qi easily recognized that the woman who was walking with broken steps was the girl ring beside Cen Chi, and so was Feng Jiu. The two looked at each other, then stood up together and walked out the door.

The two thought that Cen Chi and Xi Xin's afternoon meditation activities had ended and were about to go back, but when the two of them walked out of the corner room, they didn't see Cen Chi's figure. After chatting a little, they realized that Cen Chi should not be able to go back for a while, so the three of them went back to the corner room together to rest.

The three of them have not been in the Prime Minister's Mansion for a short time, and in the eyes of Tian Qi and Feng Jiu. Xiao Qiang, who was only a few years old and sold herself into slavery, is easy for them to see their former shadows, and they are also prone to common topics when they are not much older. Although they were in the mansion in the past, Tian and Feng were in different positions with Xiao Qiang, doing unrelated things. But the two of them still have a different affection for Xiao Qiang than for other servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

So these three people are willing to sit together to pass the boring time, during which the atmosphere is not too monotonous, and they can always talk about something.

And when Xiao Qiang naturally talked about the process of listening to Xixin and Cen Chi talk about Zen in the meditation room, and finally talked about the past when she actually fell asleep on the futon, Feng and Tian both laughed lightly with her. That kind of laughter did not have the slightest hint of frivolity, and the three of them were as harmonious and natural as brothers and sisters with different surnames chatting about family life.

Xiao Qiang's Zen preaching process also felt boring to Feng and Tian, but their inner cultivation was exquisite, and their minds were much more determined than ordinary people, and they would not fall asleep like Xiao Qiang did when she was in the meditation room. But if it rests on someone else. Maybe they won't have the patience to continue listening like the two of them.

Such an afternoon chatter. Until Houtoufeng and Tian, neither of them interrupted Xiao Qiang's words. Except that they have some familiarity with Xiao Qiang that has accumulated over time. also because of the conversation between the two of them just now.

The suspicion and speculation made the two of them faintly try to catch the clues in Xiao Qiang's words and the evidence they wanted.

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Ye Masa's residence is located in a secluded alley southeast of Kyoto, and the architectural nature of this urban area is also dominated by small individual residences. It's just past that hour. It's the time when Kyoto's residents generally start making lunch, and at this time, smoke rises from the chimneys on the top of the kitchens of the neighborhoods, which are lined up in the city. Some of the living habits of ordinary people formed by ordinary people's ordinary lives are as if they have been trained in military discipline.

Therefore, when the time was taken at this hour as the pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info an hour and a half was pushed back, and every family had finished their lunch, and most of them were taking a nap during the nap, in the chimney phalanx that had quieted down, a thin wisp of smoke slowly rose from the chimney of Ye Zhengming's kitchen, which looked a little abrupt...... And a little lonely.

But in this lazy afternoon. I'm afraid few people will pay attention to this anomaly!

For the servants in Yefu, the advance or delay of the time to cook is not a big deal. This is already the norm in Ye Mansion in normal times, not to mention that there are guests here today.

It's just that the guests who came here today are so strange. There are guests with unfamiliar faces, and this is not a strange place for people to visit. What made the few servants of the Ye Mansion so strange that they couldn't help but talk a few words was the extremely ugly face of the guest.

There was also a servant woman who was in charge of washing in the mansion mentioned that when she saw the sick child brought by the strange-faced guest, her appearance was somewhat similar to the portrait of the woman hanging in the small ancestral hall at the end of the Ye Mansion.

However, the servant's words were only a person's uncertain speculation, but the strange appearance of the ugly young man's face was obvious to all, and the comparison between these two passages made it easy to ignore the servant's reasoning.

In fact, if you seriously investigate the inference of this servant woman, it can really be regarded as a major incident in Ye Zhengming's family!

However, ordinary people are accustomed to concentrating most of their attention on the most conspicuous brilliance of the matter, and since there is not even a single servant in the palace who knows the origin of the portrait, there is naturally no reason to pursue this vague discovery, and the matter is naturally omitted with great lightness.

There is a maid in the house who has received a family training today. That girl is usually very valued by the master, but today she was punished very badly, and the sound of screaming when she was punished spread throughout the Ye Mansion.

However, although the subordinates sympathized with the girl, it did not affect their loyalty and respect for the head of the family. The servants of the pharmacist's family are a little different from the servants in the ordinary mansion, they all need to have a certain ability to defend right and wrong, and they are more united, and the mistake that the girl made this time is indeed the punishment.

Although the lunch time was delayed, the servants in the house were very discerning and had the right time, and when Ye Nunuo, who was covered in sweat, finished bathing and just came out of the bathroom, the news that the meal was ready from the kitchen also arrived.

The warm water washed away the sweat stains on his body, and the clothes that were half soaked with sweat have been replaced. The tense body was ironed off by the hot water, and the dry clothes that had just been changed into naturally exuded a fresh smell of honey locusts. The smell is refreshing.

However, there was always a taut string in Yenuo's heart that could not be relaxed.

When she came out of the bathroom and greeted the servant waiting at the door, she did not immediately go to the hall to eat. But he went straight to his father's bedroom.

Walking slowly on the gravel path, a ray of sunlight fell on her head and shoulders, and she suddenly felt a slight bitterness in her mouth.

She walked straight into her father's bedroom, but as she stepped through the door, she paused timidly before she walked up to the inner room again. It wasn't until she walked to her father's bedside that she stopped and crouched down.

Squatting close to her father's face, she stared at his face for a long time. When she could see the abnormal pale of his lips on his face, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes and the fine lines like fishing nets on his face, her eyes were filled with tears unconsciously.

She had just intended to sneak a peek at her father. Definitely not disturb my father's rest. Unexpectedly, when tears just slipped from her eyes. Warmth glides over the face. She couldn't help but sob.

Ye Nuonuo subconsciously quickly bit her lip and raised her hand to cover her mouth, but her half-uncontrollable sobbing still woke up her father.

Ye Zhengming slowly opened his eyes. It's Noir. After saying this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had just opened his eyes when he was dazzled by the meridian sunlight shining in from outside the open door, and the brightness of the sunlight reminded him of the time of day. After squinting slightly, he said softly: It's noon, have the servants in the back kitchen cooked?

Yeno nodded and did not speak.

When the meal is ready, you go to eat. Ye Zhengming didn't ask again, only said this short sentence, and then kowtowed his eyelids again.

Seeing this, Ye Nuonuo hurriedly asked: Isn't my father ready to have lunch? The kitchen servant came and shouted just now. The meal is ready.

Ye Zhengming opened his eyes again and said softly: You go and eat, now you still have to grow your body. I can't miss a meal, so it's okay for me to eat later.

I can't eat it. Ye Nono hung his head. The voice is out of tune.

Ye Zhengming could hear the suppressed sobbing in his daughter's tone when she spoke. When Ye Nuonuo lowered his eyes, two large tears rolled down, which were also seen by him. He would have had something to say. But I couldn't really say it.

He slowly sat up from the bed, and the injury he had just received from the palm he was slapped by Wu Shu was involved, which made him frown. Slowly breathed a long sigh of relief to calm the tearing pain in his chest and abdomen, and then he said gently: If what happened just now scares you, you must tell me.

Ye Nuonuo slowly raised his head and looked up slightly at his father who sat up. She pursed her lips and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Noel has never seen her father like this.

Ye Zhengming's eyes moved when he heard this, but he didn't say anything immediately. Just raised his hand resting on the outside of the bed. Yeno understood, stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing his father's shoulder. Because she was so close, she could smell the slightly fishy smell of the dried bits of red on her father's placket, and her heart couldn't help but tremble again.

Ye Zhengming stretched out his left hand. Slipping through her daughter's back and putting it on her left shoulder, he tightened her grip a bit. Then he said softly: My father is very confident in his medical skills, you are my daughter, and you should not have to doubt it, so there is no need to be afraid of anything.

Ye Nuonuo nodded, but she quickly shook her head again, turned her face to look at her father, and said with a puzzled expression: Father has to diagnose many patients every day, if there are more than one patients who need to be diagnosed and treated by father in this way, then is the father always like this, how can the daughter not worry?

I see what you mean. Ye Zhengming raised his hand and gently rubbed his daughter's hair, and then said with a smile: That injured girl is different from other patients, for her, I have a reason to save her.

What is the reason? Ye Nuonuo blurted out and asked, and the expression on his face became serious.

Ye Zhengming also looked at his daughter very seriously, and said word by word: I won't sue you for this reason now, I need to wait for you to grow up a little more, and then I will tell you that you can understand.

Oh...... Ye Nuonuo lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, and said: When I saw my father meet that strange-faced uncle, it seems that I had known him for a long time, and it was not for this reason......

You're not entirely right, but it's a bit of a hit. Regarding this matter, Ye Zhengming only said one sentence and then closed his mouth. After a bit of a stiff stop on the topic. He let go of the hand on his daughter's shoulder, lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, and said: I'll go to dinner with you.

Good. A smile finally appeared on Ye Nono's face, and she jumped off the edge of the bed. He quickly took off a robe hanging from the shelf next to the bed, handed it to his father, and then went out of the house with him.

Mo Ye's side had already sent two meals to him, but he didn't know if Mo Ye could eat at this moment. Despite this, Wu Shu still stayed by Mo Ye's bedside and dined with Ye's father and daughter in the front hall. He only asked the servant who had sent the meal to come back and bring a message to Ye Zhengming, saying that he wanted to guard Mo Ye, so he didn't come.

Regarding Wu Shu's verbal reason for not coming to the front hall, in fact, Ye Zhengming had another idea in his heart, he guessed that Wu Shu was worried that his face would affect everyone's appetite, and he could not care. But Wu Shu did not forget that Ye Nuono was still a child. About that. Regardless of whether it is true or not. Ye Zhengming will be grateful to Wu Shu here.

This ill-fated man, the slightest tenderness in his heart has always been there.

On the dinner table. Ye Zhengming asked his daughter how she met Wu Shu and Mo Ye, and how she thought of bringing strangers home.

This time, Ye Nuonuo didn't dare to deceive any more, and said everything truthfully, even some of the little Jiujiu in her heart didn't hide a word. Fortunately, this time my father didn't get angry much, in his words, it was a physical discord, and he didn't have the strength to get angry. Despite this, Yeno shivered in front of his father's reward at the dinner table.

In the course of this meal, what Yeno remembers most clearly is not the taste of the food. It was the pain left on her forehead by her father's finger, and the two sighs that her father muttered to himself.

One sigh of fate, the other sigh of providence.

Ye Nuonuo could feel full of confusion about his father's behavior of repeatedly sighing these two words several times in a confused expression, but his father was unwilling to explain a word to her.

After lunch, my father did not immediately go back to bed and lie down, but moved a chair and sat in the backyard.

This house is a rare one in the Higashi District of Kyoto, it is a house that sits on the east and faces west, and it can be regarded as facing away from the gate of the East Castle. When he first moved into this house, Ye Zhengming asked people to modify its structure slightly, so that this house almost has two sides, yin and yang.

When the sun rises in the morning, the first thing the sun shines on is the bedroom area where the owner of the back house rests. Under the prompting of this natural light, even Ye Nuonuo, who is a child's heart, does not have the habit of sleeping in bed.

In the afternoon, when the sun sets in the west, the main hall and the study are filled with sunlight. The sun makes it less difficult for Ye Zhengming to feel sleepy when he reads in the study in the afternoon, and whenever the hot summer comes, the west sun that can make the walls of the whole house hot will not burn the back house, and when he rests at night, the back house bedroom can also be cooler.

Ye Zhengming's life style can be regarded as the most simple among the nine imperial doctors of the Taiyi Bureau. But his simplicity is only his appearance, and those who have lived in his house must be able to understand that this imperial doctor, who specializes in minor illnesses and miscellaneous diseases, is very particular about the location of his house, and he is also very regular in terms of diet and clothing.

However, Ye Zhengming has been settled in Kyoto for nearly ten years, and the guests who actually come to his house to stay overnight are really not satisfied with a slap, and there are really not many people who can understand this.

After Ye Zhengming sat alone in the backyard for a while, his daughter Ye Nuonuo also moved a small bench and sat down beside him. It didn't take long for Ye Zhengming, who was a father, to feel that she seemed a little unusually silent today.

At this point, the sun overhead will move obliquely behind the ridge of the main roof, and the sunlight will fill the west-facing vestibule, and the backyard will also be flooded, but with much less of the sharpness of direct sunlight. Most of the sunlight in the backyard is reflected from the surrounding walls after several turnovers, and in this kind of sunlight that has stained the water chestnut, it is easy for people to get sleepy.

Ye Zhengming closed his eyes and pretended to sleep for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he subconsciously sat on the side and watched his daughter who had been silent for a long time.

I saw Ye Nono, who was sitting on a low stool, with his back bent, his arms bent, his elbows resting on his knees, and his palms turned over to hold his cheeks. Because it was not in the right place, her back was arched like a small shrimp ball, and her head sank so badly that it seemed to be not supported by her neck, but was held up by a crescent disc made of her own hands.

Ye Nono's eyes widened as he looked at the empty courtyard at his feet, which had been cleaned by the servants, and seemed to be in a daze.

Ye Zhengming's heart naturally had a thought, and he slapped his daughter on the back lightly, and at the same time said in a commanding tone: What do you look like? Sit up straight.

Unexpectedly, with this slight palm, he directly slapped Ye Nuonuo down from the two steps in the backyard.

Ye Nuonuo's sitting posture is indeed very incorrect, the center of gravity of the body is all inclined to the front, when the body is pushed forward by external force, she subconsciously wants to take a step forward to block the body from continuing to lean forward, but in front of her is two steps and the ground volley, so her whole person continues to roll down like a ball of shrimp balls.

Ye Zhengming didn't expect that he was just a light slap and had such an impact on his daughter, but it was too late for him to get up and pull her. The hand hanging in the air reached forward, but he grabbed the air, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at his daughter who was about to slam her whole face on the cold hard ground.

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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, attracting her attention.

The light was faint because it came from a makeshift canvas shed. The stall owner was just doing a little business at night, and a few shabby tables were set up under the oil-stained canvas canopy, only one of which was lit with a cheap oil lamp, just so that he could count the money when he collected it. Most of the light in the shed comes from the wood-burning stove next to the shed with a large iron bucket.

The firewood stove is very wide, the firewood is very strong, and there are two customers who are more brightly dressed and obviously not the helpers in this shop who are squatting next to the mouth of the hearth.

Perhaps because of the wide and prosperous stove, it seems that the hot soup in the iron bucket on the stove is particularly warm, and although the clothes are torn but still clean, at a glance I know that it is a thin old man who is holding a large iron spoon in the bucket, and the heat is surging up, blurring his facial features.

But when the old man found out that there was another guest outside the shop, his gesture of holding the spoon and stirring was a little slower, the heat on the bucket gradually weakened, his face suddenly became clearer, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth and eyes were also deepened.

Looking at the warm smiles on the faces of some elderly stall owners, Mo Ye, who was a little dazed, smiled: A bowl-