Ye Qingcheng stood silently outside the house, listening to Ye Qingshu's gentle but uneasy chanting.

Four years ago, after arriving in Shuzhong, Ye Qingling began to get up early every morning and chant for an hour, regardless of cold or heat, never stopping.

In the mansion and even in the whole of Shu, everyone knows that the county lord of Wenzhen is dedicated to the compassion of the Buddha, but few people know that it is Ye Qingshu who is more pious than the county lord of Wenzhen.

Ye Qingshu seemed to be in order not to compete with Ye Qingling, rarely showed anything in front of people, let alone attracted attention, worshipping the Buddha and chanting scriptures every day.

She just practiced the words for an hour every morning and evening, and almost everyone knew that the prefect's two thousand gold was smart and quick-witted, elegant and good at poetry and books, and her handwriting was quite attained.

To be able to write well, it depends on the diligence accumulated over time, and it is essential to practice words every morning and evening.

But no one knows that when Ye Qingshu practices calligraphy every morning and evening, she writes Buddhist scriptures, and when she starts chanting, it must be because she is restless and encounters an unsolvable problem, and the time she recites is often closely related to the difficulty of this problem.

Last night, she must have been chanting all night, until now......

Ye Qingcheng looked up at the sun gradually rising in the east, and before he knew it, it was the middle of summer again, and the morning sun was hot and dry on his body, but he was chilled, if, if......

"What are you doing here?"

Ye Qingcheng blinked his sour eyes, and slowly turned his head to look at Zhi Qiyi, who was staring at him with a puzzled expression.

Zhi Qiyi was taken aback, "What's wrong with you?" His face looks like a ghost! ”

Ye Qingcheng pulled the corners of his mouth, "It's okay, I've been standing for a long time and I'm a little dizzy."

Zhi Qiqi pouted, "A smirk!" ”

Ye Qingcheng, "......"

I can't have a pleasant chat!

"What are you still doing here?"

Ye Qingcheng, "......"

Ye Qingcheng arched his hand, "Then it will bother my cousin."

Zhi Qiyi didn't bother to say more to him, so he pushed the door in and shouted, "Ye Augly, my mother asked me to ask you to go to my house for a few days, you hurry up and pack up!" ”

Ye Qingcheng smiled slightly bitterly, if only one day, he could be as unscrupulous as he wanted.

"Ah, Ye Augly, why are you the same as that Ye Qingcheng, your face is like a ghost! Didn't you go to thieves together last night? ”

Ye Qingcheng subconsciously took a step forward, and silently retracted it, Ah Shu didn't want to see him, all he could do was not to be an eyesore in front of her-

He laughed at himself, turned around and strode away, there were still a bunch of things behind, and he had to hurry up and solve the Northwest Feng Clan's pre-emptive solution.

Ye Qingshu put on the makeup carefully, and told Zhi Qiyi not to talk nonsense, so he went to the Zhiguo Mansion with Zhi Qiyi.

Mrs. Zhi's illness is almost cured, but she is afraid of heat, and now it is the hottest time, she has no energy, and she is in a better state of mind when she sees Ye Qingshu, and she has to ask and say.

Ye Qingshu was worried about something, and after a few words with Mrs. Zhi, he left Rong'an Hall, went to the outer garden, and invited Bian Heng to come over to meet.

Bian Heng saw that Ye Qingshu was coming in person, and knew that he must be asking about his aunt, so he directly showed the letter written by his master to Ye Qingshu.

Ye Qingshu read the letter back and forth a few times, and asked in a deep voice, "When was that?" ”

Bian Heng shook his head, "I don't know about this, and the master didn't say it, if the girl wants to know, I will write to the master again, it will take a lot of time to go back and forth, and the young master's leg is better healed as soon as possible."

"You write to ask first, and we'll figure it out."

Bian Heng nodded in response, "That's fine, I estimate that it will take at least ten years, since I can remember, my aunt has been stuffy in the room and does not come out, occasionally goes out, and almost never opens her mouth when she sees people, and several of our juniors are afraid of her."

More than ten years!

Brother Seventeen is exactly seventeen this year!

Ye Qingshu's heart jumped, and then she jumped non-stop, there was something in her heart that was about to come out, but she was very repulsed subconsciously, making her refuse to think deeply.

"Doctor Bian, can you tell me everything you know about your aunt?"

Bian Heng was also very anxious about his condition, and immediately carefully told everything he knew.

After Bian Heng finished speaking, it was almost noon, Ye Qingshu hadn't eaten anything since last night, but he didn't feel hungry at all at this time, and after thanking Bian Heng, he went straight to the outer study of the Zhiguo Mansion.

The Zhiguo Mansion is based on literature, and after several generations of accumulation, the collection of books is as rich as that of the Hanlin Academy, and she should be able to find what she is looking for.

Zhi Lao Guogong had already gotten the news that Ye Qingshu had gone to the outer study, Ye Qingshu had always loved to read, and he didn't take it to heart, he didn't want to wait until the sun set, and Ye Qingshu hadn't come out yet.

Zhi Lao Guogong thought about it, but got up and walked to the outer study.

Zhi Lao Guogong found Ye Qingshu in a corner on the second floor of the Library Pavilion, she sat on the pony with the book without regard to her image, and her face was full of distraught and crying.

"Ashu, what are you looking for?"

Ye Qingshu was startled, the book in her hand fell to the ground, she bent down in a panic to pick it up, but the old man had already picked it up first, and on the yellowed book cover were neatly carved with several large characters in pavilion style, "Emperor Xiao Living Note".

Zhi Lao Guogong looked down at the place where Ye Qingshu was looking, and he didn't want to see the word "Virtue Hypocrite" at a glance, and Zhi Lao Guogong's eyelids jumped suddenly.

Emperors can be called emperors, emperors, ancestors, and ancestors, such as Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Taizu of the Tang Dynasty, and Taizong of the Song Dynasty.

After the first emperor, the word jun was rarely used as an honorific title by the emperor, and most of them were used to confer titles on favored courtiers.

However, this virtuous hypocrite is called Jun, but it appears in the living notes of the emperors of the Great Xiao Dynasty, and there is a pseudo-word in front of the honorific title, which is strange and inappropriate everywhere.

What is inappropriate, especially when it comes to royalty, will always bring rivers of blood......

"Ash?"

Ye Qingshu subconsciously stretched out his hand to snatch back the living note, but the old man let go of her hand and let her take it, but her face was unprecedentedly dignified, "Brother Cheng, is it a royal person?" ”

Ye Qingshu's tears fell from last night to the present, she wiped the back of her hand helplessly, and shook her head desperately.

No, no, he's not a royal person, he's just her brother, and he's been with her since the last life, protecting her!

Zhi Lao Guogong sighed, half-squatted down and took her into his arms, "Good girl, don't be afraid, my grandfather is here, he will definitely protect you, and he will also protect Brother Cheng."

The gentle and loving voice and warm and safe embrace of the old man made all the fear in Ye Qingshu's heart explode, and he hugged the neck of the old man and cried hoarsely.

The old man patted her on the back lightly and whispered comfortingly, his heart full of confusion.

Since Ah Qing was born, there have been people who have joked, or sincere, jealous, or full of malice that Mrs. Zhi has spoiled her.

But he knew that he was the one who really spoiled her!

Although the old wife spoils the children, he can carry it clearly when it is critical, and he is always the one who gives in at the critical time.