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Although Wen Xiangzhu didn't understand the meaning, he found it very interesting and laughed softly, "Go check again and give me the result today. If you can't find it, it's okay. Ask Shen Jiayu to come here to find me after training."

Zhao Ji: "Yes, sir, do we need to make a copy for safekeeping? Shen Jiayu is still in training and will not be back in the short term."

Wen Xiangzhu glanced at Zhao Ji and waved his hand for him to do it.

After Zhao Ji stepped down, he immediately went to find someone to help copy together. The more people there were, the faster the copying would be, the better.

After finishing transcribing, Zhao Ji took the notebook back to the courtyard and returned it intact. He even remembered which page he had turned to.

At this time, Shen Jiayu, who was being tortured in the training ground, frowned, tied sandbags as heavy as an adult to his feet expressionlessly, and started running under the supervision of Shen Yi.

Shen Yi was very dissatisfied. This was not what he had expected. According to Shen Jiayu's martial arts, he should not be running at this speed. He raised his hands and clapped twice: "Hurry up, hurry up, run! Shen Jiayu is too slow. If you keep doing this, I will add two more sandbags."

Shen Jiayu herself was extremely regretful at this moment. She never expected that these two people were so cruel. Training was just training, and she didn't even get a chance to rest.

This was her own fault and she couldn't blame anyone else. She could only grit her teeth, endure the pain and keep running forward. She had to adapt to this body as soon as possible.

Anyone can come to the training ground, including Wan Fei.

She looked at Shen Jiayu with interest, as if she had thought of something interesting, and a smile appeared on her face. People around her saw it and came forward to ask curiously.

"What have you thought of that makes you so happy?"

"I will be happy when I think of happy things." Wan Fei glanced at him lightly and didn't intend to say anything more.

"Well, this answer is also an answer." This person left in a huff, and seeing that there was no more melon to eat, the others slowly dispersed and went about their own business.

Ever since she lost face in front of everyone last time, Wan Fei disdained to associate with these people. In her heart, she thought that these people could not see Shen Jiayu's true face. Shen Jiayu used the small matter of saving Song Qinghong to go to Master Hanshan again and again. He must be planning something.

What's more, Shangsi Festival was specially designed to get herself and Master Hanshan together. How shameless! She didn't even consider whether her appearance could match him.

She has an extremely ordinary appearance, but she is more than qualified to hook up with Shen Yi and Shen Qinghe.

The past few days were just because she had been accompanying Song Qinghong, so her skin became a little whiter and more delicate. I guess it was because of the beauty secret that Song Qinghong gave to the palace.

So what? You are still an ordinary person, and you will die in my hands tonight!

Wan Fei was happy when she thought of this, and whispered softly as she turned and left, "Shen Jiayu, cherish every breath of air you breathe while you are alive now."

For Shen Jiayu, the special forces training ended after a long time. She lay on the ground, closed her eyes and rested peacefully.

Shen Qinghe couldn't bear to watch, "Can you sleep like a living person?"

Shen Jiayu almost squinted his eyes. When he heard what he said, he moved his lips slightly and said, "No, I am just in a good condition to be buried."

Shen Qinghe was helpless about this, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Okay, whatever you want. After you have rested, go back and rest early, and continue tomorrow. Time is tight, so you can't take a lunch break."

Shen Jiayu was silent for a long time, not wanting to answer this question. He opened his eyes slightly. Shen Qinghe did not leave, so he spoke. She said the word "good" in an imperceptible voice.

Hearing the footsteps of Shen Qinghe leaving, Shen Jiayu moved his body to make himself more comfortable. The wound on his waist was almost completely healed, and the new flesh was a little itchy. Shen Jiayu gently touched the scar, thinking that even if he had to die for Wen Xiangzhu, he must stab it back before he died.

Someone came over, and Shen Jiayu thought it was Shen Qinghe. He didn't even bother to move his eyelids, waved his hand and said casually: "Brother, I'll be back soon, I'll lie down for a while, you go quickly."

Ling Feng: “?”

He was also very busy every day, but he had to obey the orders from his superiors, who specifically asked her to go to the 13th floor of Qingyi to find the Young Master, so he had to come.

"Get up, the master is looking for you." Lingfeng said unhappily.

Shen Jiayu was awakened and no longer felt sleepy. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Lingfeng, then stood up quickly, "Yes, Master Lingfeng."

But she was cursing in her heart, thinking that Wen Xiangzhu must have something bad going on when he asked her to come over.

Shen Jiayu guessed right. It was indeed not a good thing. Wen Xiangzhu sent people to decipher the secret code for an entire afternoon, but they couldn't decipher a single one. They checked many books, but none of them had recorded such words.

When something cannot be explained, they have to say something so as not to appear to have accomplished nothing. They came to a conclusion that this might be the most mysterious Kongsang language in the Yunli Kingdom, so they wrote down their guesses on paper and presented it to Wen Xiangzhu.

Wen Xiangzhu was not surprised, but just told Zhao Ji to bring Shen Jiayu over.

The darkroom was brightly lit tonight. Shen Jiayu was a little surprised when she entered. She was about to kneel down skillfully, but Wen Xiangzhu interrupted her.

"Come and sit here." There was a table in the dark room with two upside-down books on it. Wen Xiangzhu sat on a cushion and called Shen Jiayu over as if he was calling an old friend.

Shen Jiayu's legs felt weak and he didn't know how he got there. He just sat there in a daze.

Wen Xiangzhu looked at Shen Jiayu nonchalantly, stretched out his hand and said gently and politely: "Turn it over and have a look."

Shen Jiayu did as she was told, turned the book over and was shocked. She instinctively turned the book back upside down. Beads of sweat instantly appeared on her face, which Wen Xiangzhu could see clearly in the brightly lit room.

She knew that her home had been robbed. On the book she turned over were written three big characters "Wen Xiangzhu". They were exactly the same as her ugly calligraphy. Even the ink spots she accidentally dropped were there. The only difference was that the cover of this book was different from the one she bought.

"What? Do you know what this is?" Wen Xiangzhu slowly turned over the two books and pushed them in front of Shen Jiayu.

"I know, this is mine." Shen Jiayu pretended to be calm and decided to tell the truth. She couldn't understand the words in this world, and these people couldn't understand her words either.

"Tell me, what is written or drawn inside?" Wen Xiangzhu leaned back in his chair, changed his face and spoke gently, his attitude towards her much better.

Shen Jiayu, sweating profusely, tried to force a smile and said, "I am very distressed because I can't read, so I usually create some words for fun. These are all extremely beautiful compliments!"