Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

At the beginning, if Ye Meirou and Song Ye were put together, many people would mistakenly think that the two were mother and daughter, because the corners of the eyes and the brows were very similar. But as long as you observe carefully for a while, you will find that the two have completely different personalities.

Ye Mei is soft and weak, and her whole body exudes an aura that needs someone to protect her. She is gentle and kind.

Song Ye, on the other hand, is cold and resolute, domineering and tough, and is born with an aura that people cannot ignore.

Unlike Shao Yichen, she followed her cruel mother, Ye Meijing.

Perhaps even this deep affection is hereditary. Even if he does not become a killer and does not participate in training, Song Ye will not be able to become a person of deep affection and righteousness.

So she did not refute the complaint in Ye Meirou's tone.

What Shao Yichen wants to do is his own choice, and she is just a bystander.

This attitude of staying out of the way made Ye Meirou see no hope. In the end, she had to leave in despair. Before she left, she specially instructed, "You'd better change your place and stay with a different face. The faces of the Ye family are inherited. Most obviously, you will be found out sooner or later if you stay here so openly."

It wasn't until she walked away and the figure disappeared outside the door that Song Ye twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile.

Her face was still disguised. If she really showed her true face, Ye Meirou would have been so shocked that she swallowed the tea cup just now.

But Shao Yichen's affairs, she does not intend to manage, and has no way to manage, because the management system here is very strict, without the call of the master, her identity cannot go up.

However, the face change that the other party said made her interested. That night, she took out the dye she prepared from the space, painted half of her face red, added some black pockmarks for decoration, and then changed all her eyebrows and eyes. once again.

The next day, she declared that she was ill and had skin allergies. When she went out on the fourth day, Chi Gang, who came to call someone, almost had a heart attack.

"You...you, what are you doing in Song Ling's room?" Chi Gang stopped two meters away from her, wrinkled her nose in disgust, and looked at her vigilantly.

"What do you have to do with me?" Song Ye was very satisfied with the other party's response, not being able to recognize it meant that the effect of Yi Rong was very good.

After a long while, Chi recognized Song Ye's voice just now, her mouth was wide open enough to stuff two eggs, she pointed at her face and took two steps back, "You, your face..." How come you look like this? already?

He didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence, but from his wandering gaze, he knew how much he disliked it.

"Allergies." Song Ye calmly threw two words to him as an answer, and then looked at him like I'm in a bad mood, don't mess with me.

The latter's scalp was numb for a while, thinking that the disfigured woman would not be easy to mess with, so he quickly said what he meant, "The master is here, I will call you up the mountain."

Song Ye closed the door for a while, guessing something between his thoughts, nodded lightly, and instructed: "Well, when I'm not here, guard the main hall and pay attention to the guests coming."

"Oh, um, good." Chi Gang shrank his neck, hurriedly responding. The tiger who used to dominate the entire left wing is now as obedient as a kitten in front of Song Ye.

Until Song Ye walked out of the courtyard, he still had a lingering fear and patted his heart, thinking that he must recover as soon as possible, go to the disciple hall as soon as possible, and get rid of this demon.

Song Ye, who didn't know that she had been labeled a devil, was walking down the steps to the main house, and someone had already greeted her on the road. main entrance.

What greeted her was still a whole courtyard of flowers on the other side, which was tinged with blood in the warm sunlight, and even the gray and white walls reflected red light. Lonely, I can't see other servants come in and out to clean on weekdays.

Probably because Shao Yichen lived alone and liked to be quiet, so few people came in.

Song Ye's footsteps were very light, but when he stepped on the corridor, he could still hear the echo of the empty space. Behind the nine-curved corridor was Shao Yichen's room. Looking up, he just opened the door to let Song Ye pass.

The room was as dark as ever, not much warmer and brighter because of the bright noon sun, it was even hotter than the last time I came, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine.

Song Ye went around the screen, and did not find Shao Yichen behind the desk, but heard a suppressed moan of pain from the bedroom through the bamboo curtain.

"Song Ye, can you come in and help me?" Doctor Pang's voice came from inside.

Song Ye didn't refuse, and walked in. As soon as the bamboo curtain was opened, an even more sultry air rushed towards him. In the summer, there were actually three heaters in the room. It's all so hot it's on fire.

"Pass me some needles for me." Dr. Pang didn't look up when she heard her walk in. He was still concentrating on administering the needles.

Song Ye looked at the needle that was less than twenty centimeters away from Dr. Pang, and silently walked to the bedside and took the needle into his hand.

From this angle, you can see that the upper body of Shao Yichen is exposed under the curtain. He is lying on the white bedding, the lower body is covered with the quilt, and the exposed skin on the upper body is densely covered with pinholes. It was as if he was suffering a huge amount of torture, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to his face in a messy way, with a morbid pallor between his brows.

"Such acupuncture needs forty-nine days, every day without interruption, in order to activate the bone and blood. The process was too painful, so I ordered a medicinal incense to numb his nerves." Dr. Pang slowed down and explained that Shao Yichen was going through this time. of long agony told her.

Song Ye pinched the thin silver needle and ground it in her hand, lowered her eyebrows and did not answer, she knew that the other party did it on purpose.

But until Shao Yichen's acupuncture process was over, Dr. Pang didn't hear Song Ye's question. He sighed in disappointment, blew out the fragrance of the medicine, and walked out with the medicine box on his back, "If you can, accompany him here. Sit down for a while, he won't feel well for the next half hour."

The door was closed again, Song Ye didn't leave immediately, but sat on the chair next to him, quietly looking at Shao Yichen, the handsome and weak face in front of him was reflected in his cold eyes, and the peaceful heart started again. Emotional bubbles popped out.

The fragrance of the medicine dissipated, and the sleeping person woke up. Shao Yichen opened his eyes and saw the figure on the bedside.