Mountain and River Festival 219. Emperor Gaozu's Hidden Treasure

As soon as I walked into Shen Yang's yard, I heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside. It didn't seem like Shen Yang and Doctor Lin were about to fight over a disagreement, but rather all kinds of vicious sarcasm and contempt. Even Ye Li, who was standing at the door, couldn't help but twitch her lips when she heard it.

Without even entering the house, the two people who were incompatible last time are now united against the outside world. Shen Yang sat on the side and sipped tea leisurely, with the style of a famous scholar. Doctor Lin was also drinking tea on the side, and he looked down on the people in front of him. Zhuo Jing, who brought Leng Liuyue and the sick scholar, had to persuade them kindly, "Gentlemen, the princess asked you to see this person." Doctor Lin snorted lightly, glanced at Zhuo Jing and said, "Why don't I remember that I said I will only obey the orders of your princess? She said to see it and you will see it?" Shen Yang smiled and said, "Although I have received a salary from the Dingwang Mansion, but... as a self-respecting genius doctor, I will never treat patients in the same field." These words obviously suited Doctor Lin's appetite.

Doctor Lin nodded repeatedly and said: "It is said that I also had a nickname in the underworld, which was "I will not save those who are dying." What it means is... I will not save those who do not deserve to die, and I will not save those who deserve to die even more!" Doctor Lin had been in the business of A-Hu at least thirty years ago. He was older than everyone present, so he naturally did not care whether his words were true or false. Instead, he made his position very clear.

The sick scholar kept coughing, and it was unknown whether he was angry or really hurt too badly. After finally recovering, he pulled Leng Liuyue and said, "Second sister, let's go." After saying that, his eyes swept across Shen Yang and Doctor Lin as if poisoned, and he was thinking that when he recovered from his injury, he would come back and poison these two old immortals. Shen Yang and Doctor Lin naturally saw his eyes and expression. However, if it were someone else, they might be afraid of the sick scholar's superb poison skills and difficult to solve poisons. But these two people can be said to be among the best doctors at that time. Unless the sick scholar really has the ability to make a poison that has been lost in ancient times, there really are not many poisons that can scare them.

Leng Liuyue was different from the sick scholar. She had also heard of Shen Yang. Yanwang Pavilion itself was a place where all kinds of people with strange personalities gathered. Leng Liuyue naturally understood that most people with abilities had some strange personalities. She glanced at the sick scholar and said with a bow: "Third brother is rude, please forgive me, doctors." After hearing Leng Liuyue's words, Ye Li understood that it was probably the sick scholar who provoked first. After all, although Shen Yang and Doctor Lin quarreled every day, they had never had any disputes with people who had nothing to do with them, and it was impossible for them to embarrass a person who came to seek medical treatment and was allowed to come over by her for no reason. Seeing this, Ye Li was no longer in a hurry to go in and persuade them. She leaned against the wall and thought that Mo Xiuyao and Ling Tiehan were also close friends, so it was probably impossible to kill the sick scholar. She had to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson to relieve her anger.

"Second sister, you don't have to beg these two old men! With their limited skills, they can't even come up with a prescription. How can they cure me?" The sick scholar said disdainfully.

"Shut up!" Leng Liuyue frowned and shouted, "If you say another word, I'll have my brother lock you up in the forbidden area and never let you out again!" The sick scholar was startled, looking at the beautiful and indifferent woman in black with a hint of sadness in his eyes. Doctor Lin smiled and said to the sick scholar, "You said it as if you came up with the prescription yourself." The ancient recipe of Biluohua that Shen Yang knew was basically just a legend. There was only half a recipe in his collection of books, and it was a residual recipe from a thousand years ago. Not only were the fonts different, many of the drug names were different, and even the meanings were written in a confusing way. Unless he got the complete ancient recipe, he really didn't believe that this weird kid in front of him could figure out the prescription by himself.

The sick scholar smiled coldly and kept silent. So what if he didn't come up with it himself? He was lucky to get the complete ancient recipe, so he won. These people wanted to know the ancient recipe, didn't they ask him?

"Mr. Shen, Master, what's going on?" Seeing that the quarrel inside was almost over, Ye Li walked out and asked with a smile while looking at the tense people in front of her. Zhuo Jing walked up and told Ye Li about the general situation. This sick scholar really deserved a beating. It was probably because he couldn't vent his anger in the flower hall just now, so he took it out on Shen Yang and Doctor Lin. But which of these two people is easy to get along with? The sick scholar almost bleeds after the crackling conversation. Shen Yang smiled and said nothing, but Doctor Lin was not so polite. He snorted and said, "Where did you find such a vicious sickly person? He doesn't know how to be quiet even when he is about to die." Ye Li raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the sick scholar and Leng Liuyue. All the sick scholars she saw always looked sick, so even after being hit by Mo Xiuyao, he was still sick and didn't look like he was dying. Leng Liuyue frowned, looked at her brother-in-law worriedly and said, "My brother-in-law is ignorant and has offended you two gentlemen. Please spare his life for his youth and ignorance."

Doctor Lin narrowed his eyes and looked at Leng Liuyue and said, "You are more honest than that girl, but your brother... humph, so naughty, he clearly deserves to be punished, it is better to slap him to death." Doctor Lin still felt resentful about Ye Li's deception. Ye Li smiled bitterly in his heart. Leng Liuyue is a famous killer in the martial arts world. Master, is there something wrong with your eyes?

Leng Liuyue looked sullen, and looking at the sick scholar with a twisted expression, she said helplessly, "We have been dependent on each other since we were young. I, as your elder sister, have taught you that your brother is not sensible. Please forgive me, sir." After saying that, Leng Liuyue bowed deeply to the two of them. Just as Leng Liuyue said, the three siblings really grew up together.

When they first met, the oldest Ling Tiehan was only twelve years old, she was only nine years old and the youngest, the third brother, was only five years old. The hardships that three helpless children had to endure while wandering in the martial arts world can be imagined. Later, the three were taken in by the Yanwang Pavilion. In a place like the Yanwang Pavilion, only two or three out of ten children could survive. It was Ling Tiehan who protected the two younger ones. Among them, the third brother had the worst qualifications in martial arts. In order to let this sworn brother survive such brutal training, she and the eldest brother had put in a lot of effort. But Leng Liuyue didn't know, and no one understood how he had grown into the personality he is now. But no matter what he was like, he had never done anything to let his sworn brothers and sisters down. On weekdays, when the two talked, he was very polite.

They were all able to listen. Based on this point, the two of them could not ignore him.

"Second sister!" The sick scholar stared at Leng Liuyue with a pale face. Ever since the three siblings took charge of the Yanwang Pavilion, his second sister had never been so humble to others. But now it was all because of him, as if he was an ignorant little brother who would never grow up.

"Mr. Shen, Master. Master Ling and the prince are old acquaintances. I hope you two can be lenient." Ye Li said softly. Shen Yang glanced at Ye Li lightly, and said with a smile: "Old Lin is not wrong. If this kid continues to struggle, even the blue sky flower can't save his life. Does he think that the blue sky flower is really a magic medicine that can make you alive as long as you have half a breath? Princess, don't even think about the prescription in his hand. I think he clearly doesn't want to live. Maybe he wants to die with the prince." Hearing this, the sick scholar's face changed slightly, and his face was ashen and he didn't say anything. Ye Li saw it and was secretly puzzled. Could it be that Mo Xiuyao and the sick scholar really have some deep hatred? After thinking for a while, Ye Li said, "No matter what, Master Ling will have to stay in Li City for a while, so we have to give him face. Please Mr. Shen and Master, please take care of us. What's more..." Ye Li smiled softly and said softly, "Didn't Mr. Shen say that the prince's illness is boring because he hasn't seen any difficult and complicated diseases in recent years? Well, is this person in front of us a difficult and complicated disease?

? "Hearing this, Shen Yang's eyes lit up. Although the sick scholar's disease and the prince's poison are completely different concepts, there are still some areas where they can be studied together. Of course, he can't use Mo Xiuyao for research, so... "Will he let me see it obediently?"

Ye Li did not say this behind Leng Liuyue and Bing Shusheng's back. Before Bing Shusheng could reply, Leng Liuyue answered first, "Don't worry, Mr. Shen. I promise he will be obedient."

Ye Li blinked her eyes as she looked at the sick scholar who wanted to object but didn't say a word. She seemed to know how to deal with this annoying guy.

The three of Yan Wangge stayed in Ding Wangfu. With Ling Tiehan and Leng Liuyue around, Ye Li didn't have to worry about the sick scholar doing anything. But she still ordered Mo Hua to dispatch 20 more secret guards to guard the main courtyard. Qin Feng also spontaneously dispatched four elite Qilin guards to guard the main courtyard, and if the sick scholar dared to approach the main courtyard, he would be killed immediately. After all, it didn't matter to others, but Mo Xiaobao was still a baby in a cradle with no resistance, so he had to be extra careful.

"A duel?" After hearing what Mo Xiuyao said, Ye Li frowned slightly and put down Mo Xiaobao, who was rolling his eyes in her arms. "Why would Master Ling want to duel with you?"

Mo Xiuyao put down the teacup, pulled Ye Li into his arms and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Ah Li, Ling Tiehan is not a fool. Even if they really have to compete, they will never end up in a situation where both sides are injured. That will not be good for him." Although the Dingwang Mansion is coveted by various forces, to put it bluntly, the Mo family army is there and there are very few times when they really need him to charge into the battle. Even if he, Mo Xiuyao, is not the best master in the world, as long as he is alive, he is still the Dingwang, and the Mo family army is still the Mo family army. But the Yanwang Pavilion is different. The Yanwang Pavilion is a killer organization with countless enemies in the rivers and lakes and the government. If he hadn't relied on Ling Tiehan's unrivaled martial arts, he wouldn't have been able to stay safe for so many years. Once Ling Tiehan and he were both injured, I'm afraid that the enemies in the martial arts world would immediately attack Yanwang Pavilion. Ye Li leaned in Mo Xiuyao's arms, thinking, "Who asked the Ling Pavilion Master to take action against you? The King of Zhennan?"

Mo Xiuyao shook his head and said, "No, it shouldn't be Lei Zhenting. Lei Zhenting is a proud person. He just tied with me and would never ask others to fight me. If I was defeated by someone else, wouldn't it mean that he, the King of Zhennan, is not only inferior to my father, but also inferior to me and Ling Tiehan?" Ye Li lowered his eyebrows and thought carefully. It seemed to make some sense. After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Tan Jizhi!" It couldn't be Mo Jingqi. If it was Mo Jingqi, he would directly ask to kill Mo Xiuyao instead of fighting him. Only Tan Jizhi, Tan Jizhi is now in the northwest. If Mo Xiuyao is seriously injured, it will be much more convenient for him to do anything in the northwest. Yan laughed softly and said, "It seems that Tan Jizhi still hasn't given up on the treasure left by his ancestors." No wonder Ye Li wanted to laugh. The former Emperor Gaozu was really too despicable. He built such a large imperial mausoleum and gave future generations such hope, but the most important thing was fake. If it were Ye Li, she would not be able to help but curse him in her heart. Ye Li could almost imagine how the Emperor Gaozu would be when the mausoleum was completed.

He was smiling in a very obscene manner while looking at the imitation of the imperial seal.

Mo Xiuyao nodded and said, "I remember Ah Li also mentioned some clues in the imperial mausoleum." When Ye Li just came back, Mo Xiuyao was only thinking about keeping people by his side all day long. How could he have the mind to think about these things? Later, he had to take care of the baby and recuperate, and then Mo Xiaobao was born. Although Mo Xiuyao heard a few words from Ye Li, he quickly forgot about it. He had no interest in the imperial seal, and his Mo family army would not starve to death without the treasure of the previous emperor. Ye Li also remembered this, stood up from Mo Xiuyao, walked to the secret compartment on the side, and took out the bright yellow silk from the imperial mausoleum. Mo Xiuyao took the silk, and the first thing he saw was the two lines of arrogant and bad handwriting, and he couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He looked at Ye Li suspiciously and asked, "Is there any problem with this?"

Ye Li nodded, sat down beside Mo Xiuyao and carefully spread out the silk on the table. No one knew what craftsmanship it was made of. This silk had been in the imperial mausoleum for hundreds of years, and was taken out of the imperial mausoleum. Not to mention decay, even the eyes did not retreat. Pointing to the crooked handwriting made of silver threads on the edge of the silk, Ye Li smiled and said, "The real treasure map is here." The edge of the bright yellow silk cloth was made of silver threads to make the crooked and strange words. Because it was very small, if you didn't look carefully, it would be easy for people to think that it was just an ordinary edge pattern such as auspicious clouds and waves. Ye Li smiled in her heart. The cursive handwriting of this founding emperor was really good.

Mo Xiuyao stared at the silk for a long time, frowned and said: "This should be a kind of writing. I remember that some books left by the previous dynasty that were personally commented on by the great ancestor sometimes left some strange symbols in the inconspicuous places." However, most of them were only a few scattered, so they were generally ignored as casual marks. But on this piece of silk in front of him, at least hundreds of symbols were woven neatly. Mo Xiuyao was an extremely smart person, so he naturally saw a pattern from it, and at the same time confirmed that this was a kind of writing that they did not understand at all.

Ye Li nodded and smiled, "Yes, this is indeed a kind of language." Ye Li took the pen and ink placed on the side, looked at the silk in front of her, and ground the ink carelessly. Mo Xiuyao was silent for a moment, and asked, "Ali, do you know this language?" Ye Li nodded with a smile, raised her head and looked at him and said, "I do know this language. This is a language from the Far West, which is farther away than the countries in the Western Regions. However, I will not tell you why I know this." The room was quiet for a while. Ye Li did not care about him grinding the ink and spreading a roll of paper and began to translate the words on it. After a while, Mo Xiuyao behind her suddenly trapped her in his arms. Ye Li stopped writing but did not look back at him. She only heard Mo Xiuyao whisper, "There was a rumor that the great ancestor of the previous dynasty did not die at all, but disappeared suddenly. That's why his tomb and remains cannot be found. Ah Li, are you the same as him?"

Hearing this, Ye Li couldn't help but smile. Putting down the pen, she turned around and looked at the man in front of her with a solemn face and eyes staring at her motionlessly. She raised her head and gently kissed him on the lips. Ye Li smiled softly and said, "Do you know where the former emperor came from?" Mo Xiuyao shook his head. The former emperor was born in a chaotic world, as if he came out of thin air. No one knew his past, his family, or even his parents. His later life was the same as his early life, so he became one of the most mysterious emperors in history. Ye Li smiled and said, "Then, Prince, do you know where I come from and which family I am from?"

Mo Xiuyao looked deeply at the smiling woman in front of him. Yes, his Ah Li was different from that emperor. Ah Li was the daughter of the Ye family, and her biological mother was born in the Xu family of Yunzhou. Ye Li sighed softly, leaned close to his arms and smiled: "My relatives, my husband and my children are all here, where can I go?" Mo Xiuyao held Ye Li's waist tightly with both hands, put his forehead against hers, and whispered: "Ah Li, if you leave me, I will throw Mo Xiaobao to be a beggar." Ye Li was speechless, raised her hand and pinched his handsome cheek. The effect of the medicine given by Doctor Lin was remarkable. In just a few months, even if he was so close, he could hardly see any scars. She pinched Mo Xiuyao's handsome face vigorously and said, "How many times have you used the baby to take me? I told you not to joke with the baby. He is still young and can't understand. He will be sad when he hears your words when he grows up."

Mo Xiuyao pulled off Ye Li's hand that had made his face red, and glared at Mo Xiaobao who was lying in the cradle babbling and amusing himself. Ah Li actually pinched him for this brat, so of course this would be counted on Mo Xiaobao. So Mo Xiaobao started to be blamed when he was still an infant.

"Ali..." Mo Xiuyao hugged Ye Li and buried his face in her hair. His voice sounded a little muffled and low.

Ye Li rolled her eyes helplessly. You can't afford to hurt a man who suddenly becomes a glass heart. She patted Mo Xiuyao's shoulder gently and said, "Okay, I promise I won't leave you, be good. I still need to translate this, don't you want to see it?"

"No." Mo Xiuyao said sullenly. He hated the Emperor Gaozu of the previous dynasty. If he was going to die, he should die cleanly. What's the point of leaving behind a treasure map?

"So what do you want?" Ye Li took a deep breath in her heart and decided to kick Mo Xiuyao out if he continued to make trouble. Mo Xiuyao picked her up and walked to the bed behind the screen, "I'm tired, come and rest with me!"

Ye Li, who was already pressed down on the bed, could not help but roll her eyes at the bed curtains: Mo Xiuyao, do you dare to be more childish? Without giving her a chance to refute or speak, the more fiery flames instantly engulfed the two people lying in each other's arms...