As soon as I stepped out of the door, I saw Mo Dye sitting on the steps, and the moonlight was scattered on him, and there was a smell of unstained mortality.

Mo Ran heard the footsteps, turned around and saw me, got up, took three steps and made two steps, grabbed my wrist, and was in a hurry, "An'er, go quickly, it's too late." ”

I didn't even have time to ask him, what were you going to do, where were you going? He dragged all the way out of the palace gate, originally our road was deserted, and it was night, there was no figure on the road, I couldn't help but feel hairy in my heart, the wind at night was very strong, the cold wind swished straight into the body, I bumped into the courage and asked, "Mo Dye, where are we going?" ”

"It's coming soon." Mo Dye didn't look back at me, and his steps were a little hurried.

Sure enough, we turned a corner and came to a golden attic with a warm light, and I saw the guard at the door sitting in front of the door and snoring and sleeping. We skid around them. When I raised my eyes, I saw the three big words of "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion".

As soon as we entered, I instantly felt warmth envelop me. When my body was warm, I realized that this place can only be described as vast, with a total of 36 floors, and there are tens of thousands of books on each floor. It's spectacular.

"Brother, how can those guards at the door sleep?" I thought Ink Dye must know why, so I asked!

"Because they couldn't withstand the cold wind and needed two glasses of wine to warm their bodies, I added ingredients to the wine and let them sleep." Ink Dye dragged me to the third floor above.

My hand touched the backbone of the books, each one carefully preserved. I thought to myself that my cold-blooded father was not a mediocre and incompetent person, and he knew how to build such a large library of libraries.

"Here, maybe we can cure the mother's illness!"

The words of ink dyeing suddenly interrupted some of my associations about my father.

"How do you know .....?" I suddenly reacted and asked Mo Dye suspiciously.

"Look for it, I'm done looking for it below. Let's start at this level, and the two of us will be a little faster. "Ink Dye directly changed the subject, not wanting to answer my question.

I looked down, eighteen, nineteen, twentieth floors? There must be more than 200,000 copies, which cannot be completed overnight. Could it be that from the first time the mother concubine was uncomfortable, did the ink dye know? I did so much on my own, and I didn't even notice it.

I also know that my mother is not in good health, and I am useless except for tears. I even thought about everything. But he never knew that Mo Ran was working so hard to save his mother.

When I think about this, I can't help but start to tear in my eyes.

I know that now is not the time for me to be sad. So I started digging through it. Gradually, all we were surrounded by was the sound of turning the pages, and we didn't stop for a moment.

until the east is white. I heard Mo Dye say, "An'er, it's time for them to wake up." ”

So we slipped out of the library. I walked onto the marble floor and felt like I was stepping on cotton. My arm was also sore, and I was even a little dizzy. I looked at the ink dye, and he was like he had nothing to do, like he had been used to it for a long time.

When I returned to the room, Linglong was still asleep, I lay on the bed, like lying in the arms of the concubine, so comfortable, I just took off my shoes, did not loosen my clothes, and fell asleep deeply, that sleep, extraordinarily sweet, I have not slept so heavy for a long time.