* **精神创伤治疗组：四宝苏柒！**
Mission: Heal the members of the Beidi Imperial Observatory and the Southern Frontier High Priest (torso) who were traumatized by their comprehension of the pickle jar data.
Action: Qiqi, with A'Luo's assistance, remotely operated the post station's "diagnostic device." She infused pure holy light energy into a specially formulated "soothing medicinal Gu," which was then distributed by the post station. After ingesting the Gu, the supervisors at Beidi's "Bright Summit" felt a cooling, soothing energy surge through their brains, soothing the burning pain and confusion caused by excessive deduction. While their hair wouldn't grow back, at least their minds were clear, no longer obsessed with the higher-dimensional maze (for now). As for the torso of the Southern Xinjiang High Priest, Qiqi's holy light acted as a precise "spatial beacon," guiding the temple's search and rescue Gu worms. Finally, behind the roast duck oven at Zuixianju, the largest restaurant in the royal city (presumably the destination of the spatial teleportation), they located the dusty but intact torso of the High Priest... clutching a roast duck, nibbling on it with savory flavor. The holy light also healed the minor internal injuries caused by the spatial rupture and... the indigestion from eating too much roast duck.
**Section 3: Current Limitation Order and Data Flow under Moonlight**
The Cute Treasures Operation Team was incredibly efficient. Under the coordination of the Venomous Tongue System (trolling), the crises of the four kingdoms were resolved one by one with astonishing speed. The Northern Di supervisors, wearing the specially granted "Bright Top" imperial hats, attended court; the Southern Xinjiang High Priest successfully "reunited," though he developed a psychological scar on the roast duck oven; the Xiling treasury accounts were restored to order, and the pacifier tax system became history; and the Donghuang Mathematical Bridge was obediently returned to its pedestal. Although it still occasionally emitted a faint hum of formulas in the dead of night, at least it no longer moved around.
However, the root cause of the pickle jar data leak still needs to be resolved.
Just as the four-nation envoys, filled with gratitude, were about to return home, the Venomous Tongue System took action. "Announcements," condensed from pure holy light, with rainbow halos flowing around their edges and adorned with golden beads at their cores, were precisely "stuck" to the most conspicuous spots on the rims of every recorded pickle jar in the General's Mansion, like a sealing spell:
**["General's Mansion Pickle Jar Universe-Level Knowledge Flow Limit Order" Version 1.0]**
**Article 1: All pickle jars in this mansion are His Highness Ling (Su Ling)'s personal mathematical draft books and cosmic rule caches, and are sacred and inviolable.**
**Article 2: From now on, a hierarchical management system will be implemented for data stored in pickle jars:**
**[Entry Level]: Basic geometry, arithmetic enlightenment, vine dance optimization formula (requires Chenbao Abacus Lv.1 certification)**
**[Advanced]: Application of Material Mechanics, Simple Space Topology (requires Chenbao Abacus Lv.3 certification + guardian's written consent)**
**【Abyss Level】: The law of increasing entropy in the universe, high-dimensional space-time folding, the ultimate mathematical answer (access prohibited! Violators will bear the consequences at their own risk, and Baldy will not be responsible!)**
**Article 3: All external access requests must submit a "Xiancai Jar Data Observation Application Form" to Chenbao Abacus three days in advance, indicating the purpose of the visit, personnel qualifications (with a screenshot of the Abacus certification), and a psychological tolerance assessment report. The approval authority belongs to Chenbao.**
**Article 4: Any form of copying, secretly photographing, spying through walls, and stealing ideas is strictly prohibited! Violators will be blacklisted by the "Pacifier Gold Shop" and may trigger Abacus countermeasures (dizziness + temporary math phobia).**
**Article 5: The final right of interpretation of this order belongs to this system and His Highness Zero.**
**[Attachment: Current list of high-risk pickle jars (encrypted version, only accessible on Chenbao Abacus)]**
As soon as the flow restriction order was issued, the envoys from the four countries looked at the glittering notice, and then thought about their own Imperial Observatory's Guangmingding, the Ministry of Revenue's heavenly book account books, the Ministry of Works' Flying Bridge, the high priest's roast duck oven... They all shuddered and nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice, swearing that they would strictly discipline themselves after returning to their country and would never touch the pickle jar in the general's mansion again (not even a pottery shard would do)!
Night fell upon the General's Mansion once again. The clamor and chaos of the day finally subsided.
Moonlight flowed quietly through the courtyard like water. Tank No. 7, the MVP-awarded tank, radiated a gentle, ceramic glow under the moonlight. On the rim of the tank, the "Flow Limit Order" notice from the Poison Tongue System shone like a luminous belt. On the surface of the tank, several extremely fine white-gold streaks flickered like breathing. These were the latest "graffiti" Lingbao Su Ling had unconsciously left in his cradle during the day—a set of differential equations describing the temperature fluctuations of the cosmic microwave background radiation.
Su Li held the sleeping Lingbao in her arms as she stood in the corridor, looking at the pickle jar that stood there quietly but held so many mysteries. She sighed helplessly, "Who would have thought that the biggest 'safety hazard' in our home would be a few pickle jars?"
Xiao Jue stood beside her, the Guihong ruler humming softly at his waist, his gaze calmly sweeping over the seemingly plain jars in the courtyard. "It's a crime to possess a treasure. Ling'er's power is too special. Fortunately, Chen'er's firewall and the system's current limit order can build a barrier." He looked at his little daughter sleeping soundly in Su Li's arms, his eyes soft. "It's just that this child has suffered a lot. She is so ignorant, yet she has already stirred up the storm."
"I think," Su Li lowered her head and gently rubbed Lingbao's soft hair, a gentle smile on her lips, "Ling'er is just in her own little world, understanding the universe in her own way. Those formulas, those star maps, in her eyes, may be as common as the blooming and falling of flowers and the rolling and unrolling of clouds to us. It's just that we... can't understand it yet."
As if to confirm her words, Lingbao unconsciously smacked his lips in his sleep, his fingertips moving slightly. On the wall of cylinder number 7, the patterns of light from the microwave background radiation equation flickered gently, then instantly reorganized into a new, concise formula describing the diffraction path of moonlight on the bluestone slab.
The light patterns of the formula were reflected in the shallow puddles under the moonlight, intertwined with the stars in the sky, the lanterns under the corridor, and the gentle gaze of the parents, flowing silently.
The secrets of the pickle jar were temporarily sealed, the torrent of knowledge reined in. But the rhythm of the universe, the wonders of life, and the unpredictable ups and downs of the children's growth continued, like the data stream flickering on the jar's walls, quietly continuing in this quiet moonlit night. The daily routine of the General's Mansion, a constant oscillation between "keeping the pickle jar in good condition" and "who knows what new achievements the children will unlock next," was filled with the atmosphere of everyday life and the glimmer of the stars and the sea.
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