Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

Nangong Yinglue understood the reason as soon as he thought about it.

The system has its own plot, the so-called novel content. It will give the host prompts according to key nodes, just like it asked her to choose an agent and choose a script before. Therefore, it must be the system's instruction that Ye Xiyao suddenly picked up a book of a genre she had never touched before.

"It seems that it has really gone." Nangong Ying murmured, and the shackles on his body had disappeared.

Nangong Qi didn't hear clearly, so she tilted her head strangely and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about Ye Xiyao."

Nangong Ying sat up and looked out the window.

The blue sky is clear, the white clouds are floating leisurely, and it looks so unrestrained and leisurely as it changes shapes at will. The hot summer is finally over...

She has been in this world for so long, and the first thing she got to know was the system. Although it was noisy and trashy, overall she was still a companion. Now that this loser was off to fool a new victim, she felt a little too quiet for a while.

"Nangong Ying, you finally woke up!" Wen Qiao walked quickly inside with a smile, "I heard that you woke up just after finishing the activity. It's a coincidence that I came here."

Then came Su Yuchen's voice, "I was in a meeting to discuss your situation, and I heard that you woke up. How is your body? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm scared to death!" Song Wanqiu rushed in crying, "Nangong Qi won't let us come in to guard her, so we can only worry outside! Are you hungry? My mother asked me to bring something over."

"I'm going to send a message back to Mr. Fu. He has always been very concerned about your physical condition." Fu Nian was obviously in a hurry, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. He poked his head over to check Nangong Ying's face, then lowered his head and started. Send a message.

A group of people gathered around chattering, and after them many more people came one after another. The whole ward was very lively. Nangong Ying pursed her lips, and suddenly she felt that it was good to be quiet.

Unknowingly, she also had so many bonds in this world, and she slowly became a part of the story from the first spectator.

It was evening when it became quiet again.

The cool breeze at the end of summer sent everyone away. Nangong Ying finally turned on her phone. Unread messages made her phone freeze for a moment.

"By the way, you can look at the photos later." Su Yuchen was taking off the monitoring equipment from her body and warned her when he saw her playing with her mobile phone.

Nangong Ying had already clicked on the sign where Su Yuchen's hairband came from that day.

Her pupils suddenly dilated.

This……

The photos Su Yuchen sent her were all from different brands.

The shape and part of the text on each sign are the same.

"What? Do you know her?" Su Yuchen had been observing her expression. Seeing her surprise, he subconsciously asked.

Nangong Ying was a little lost in thought and didn't answer. He just stretched out his fingers and touched the screen carefully.

Her expression was very serious, as if she was caressing something she cherished through the screen of her mobile phone.

After a long time, she came back to her senses, looked at Su Yuchen, and tried her best to pretend to be calm, "No, it looks familiar..."

More than just looking familiar, these brands were issued to Nangong Jun by her father, brother and even her personally as their certificate.

She recognized everyone on it, not to mention how to write each stroke. But she can't say...

"This feels like something like a certificate." She answered Su Yuchen's question vaguely, "It looks like this. These two words look like deputy general. Do you think they look like it?"

Nangong Ying's nonchalant tone seemed to be really expressing her speculation, but there was a burst of grief in her heart, and she almost couldn't hold herself back.

How could her best lieutenant be buried in a barren mountain?