Mo Xiuyao stared at the silk man and frowned and said, "This should be a kind of text. I remember that some of the books that Gaozu personally criticized by the previous dynasty sometimes left some such strange symbols." However, most of them were only a few scattered, so they were generally ignored as casual marks. But at least hundreds of symbols were woven on the silk man in front of him. Mo Xiuyao was originally a very smart person and naturally saw a rule from it, and at the same time he affirmed that this was a kind of text that they didn't understand at all.

Ye Li nodded and smiled, "Yes, this is indeed a kind of text." Ye Li took the pen and ink that was placed on the side, and looked at the silk in front of her while grinding the ink casually. Mo Xiuyao was silent for a moment and asked, "Ali knew this kind of text?" Ye Li nodded with a smile, raised her head and looked at him and said, "I do know this kind of text. This is a very Western text, a place farther away than the countries in the Western Regions. However, I will not tell you why I was.

You know these." The room was quiet for a while, and Ye Li didn't care about the ink he had ground, spread out a roll of paper and began to translate the text on it. After a while, Mo Xiuyao behind him suddenly trapped her in his arms. Ye Li stopped writing but did not look back at him. He only heard Mo Xiuyao whisper: "There was once a rumor that the Emperor Gaozu of the previous dynasty was not dead at all, but suddenly disappeared. So his tomb and body could not be found. A Li, would you be the same as him?"

Hearing this, Ye Li couldn't help but smile. He put down his pen and looked back at his man with a serious face in front of him, staring at his man with his eyes moving. He looked up and kissed him gently. Ye Li laughed in a low voice: "Do you know where the Emperor Gaozu of the previous dynasty came from?" Mo Xiuyao shook his head. Emperor Gaozu of the previous dynasty was born in a chaotic world, as if it came out of thin air. No one knew his past, his family or even his parents. Behind him was the same as in his early life, so he became one of the most mysterious emperors in history. Ye Li smiled and said: "Do you know where I came from and which family I came from?"

Mo Xiuyao looked deeply at the woman who smiled gracefully in front of him. Yes, his Ali is different from that emperor. Ali is the daughter of the Ye family, and his biological mother was born in Xu family in Yunzhou. Ye Li sighed lightly and put herself in his arms and smiled: "My relatives, my husband and my children are all here, where can I go?" Mo Xiuyao pressed Ye Li's waist tightly with his hands, put his forehead against her forehead, and whispered: "Ali, if you leave me,

I'll throw Mo Xiaobao to be a beggar." Ye Li was speechless and raised her hand to pinch his handsome cheek. The medicine given by Dr. Lin was very effective. Even if he was so close, he could basically not see any scars. He squeezed Mo Xiuyao's handsome face hard and said, "This is the time you have threatened me with your baby? Tell you not to joke with your baby. He still doesn't understand it now. He will be sad when he grows up."

Mo Xiuyao pulled off his hand that was red when Ye Li pinched his face, and glared at Mo Xiaobao who was lying in the cradle and was entertaining himself. Ali actually pinched him for this brat, so this was also recorded on Mo Xiaobao. So Mo Xiaobao started to be shot in his infancy.

"Ali..." Mo Xiuyao hugged Ye Li and buried his face in her shoulders. The voice sounded a little dull and low.

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

"I don't want to." Mo Xiuyao said depressedly. He hated that he was the Emperor Gaozu of the previous dynasty. If you want to die, just die cleanly. What treasure map should you leave behind?

"What do you want?" Ye Li took a breath in his heart and decided that if Mo Xiuyao made a fuss, he would drive him out. Mo Xiuyao picked her up and walked towards the bed behind the screen, "I'm tired, please rest with me!"

In a flash, Ye Li, who had been overwhelmed on the bed, couldn't help rolling her eyes at the bed tent: Mo Xiuyao, do you dare to be more childish? Without giving her a chance to refute and speak, the more intense flames swept across the two people lying in embrace each other...

Ye Li quickly translated the text on the silk. Fortunately, Emperor Gaozu did not cheat anyone anymore, and the real treasure was in the northwest territory. It was not very far away from Licheng, but now it is obviously not an opportunity to dig treasures. At least it has to wait until the powerful countries who are still staying in the northwest to secretly look for treasures and retreat before talking. Ye Li handed the translated text to Mo Xiuyao, and Mo Xiuyao just took a look and remembered it in his heart. He burned the translation and the original treasure map without leaving any trace.

The people of Yanwang Pavilion were arranged by Ye Li in a small courtyard in the northwest corner of the mansion. Although Licheng is not smooth, it is rare to be peaceful compared to the chaos outside. Ye Li turned his attention to the green flowers without any major issues. The first thing he was to take care of the sick scholar, the owed goods.

After breakfast, Ye Li went to visit the yard where Yanwang Pavilion and others lived and Ling Tiehan and Leng Liuyue were fighting. The sick scholar sat alone on the side and stared at the flying and moving in the garden. The brothers and sisters who were fighting were gloomy in their faces. The hand holding the chair grabbed the armrest hard as if they wanted to grab a few marks on the mahogany chair. Ye Li walked to the sick scholar with a smile, and said casually: "I have heard that although Lord Leng is a woman, he is also a master in the world. Now when I see, I am really a couple with Lord Ling."

The muscles of the sick scholar's face twisted, and he raised his head and looked at Ye Li with a sinister look. Because of his previous career, what kind of ferocious spirit is so evil that he has never seen? The sick scholar's skill is not enough to let her see it. He looked at the sick scholar with a smile and said, "It's strange to say that, Master Leng is in his early thirties this year, right? A daughter's family has not gotten married yet, so Master Ling really delays others. Looking back, I'll mention it to my prince and ask him to remind Master Ling to be the one. Master Three, do you think so?"

"Ye Li!" The sick scholar gritted his teeth, and then another shocking cough came. When he took it away, his palms were stained with blood.

Ling Tiehan and Leng Liuyue naturally heard the movement, and quickly stopped the competition and snatched back. "Third brother, what's wrong?" Ling Tiehan asked in a deep voice. The sick scholar was not grateful. He raised his head and looked at Ling Tiehan resentfully, got up and went back to the room. Ling Tiehan frowned and said to Leng Liuyue: "Liuyue, go see him." Leng Liuyue nodded silently, put away the pair of short thorns in his hand and turned into the room.
Chapter completed!