At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Xie Yuheng's voice was light.

She raised her hand and took a handful of sunflower seeds from Thief Xu.

Meng Shumiao rested her head on the ground, her thin body trembling slightly.

She knew her sins were too numerous to describe.

When he was a child, he also bullied Meng Wanning in Yongchang Mansion in exchange for praise from his mother.

But now...her mother and father are both dead.

I heard from Guan Lang that if he had not kept the wealth of Yongchang Bofu, he would wait for the right time and pass it on to the Marquis of Jiangling.

Otherwise, Your Majesty would have done so many years ago.

When Meng Shuhong made trouble in Linyuan, Wuling County, he seized the title of Yongchang County.

It's just that in the Yongchang House, the family property accumulated over several generations seemed to have been transferred elsewhere in advance by his father.

Even the people from the Third Division went to Yongchang Bo's Mansion several times, but no traces were found.

Unfortunately, no trace of his father was found until his death in a foreign land.

"Please, please be kind and show us a way to survive."

Meng Shumiao shed tears, her voice unmistakably sad.

Holding a road guide in one hand, the travel-worn traveler immediately felt pity when he saw it.

After looking at the scene, he said to Xie Yuheng, "Little kid, could this be your elder?"

"If you have something to say as a family, let's talk it over. If others kneel down for you, just help them."

Xie Zhushu raised his hand and patted his forehead.

"Yes, I woke up early today and saw the Living Buddha!"

After finishing the work, Xie Zhushu shouted to the traveler: "I heard that there is a big Buddha in Yizhou. Could it be that you carved it after you?"

The traveler responded: "There is a giant Buddha, not far from Mount Emei."

"But it's not like you should follow me. If you follow me, then that's fine!"

The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter.

Xie Yuheng took two steps forward and squatted down in front of Meng Shumiao.

The sound was still like a calm lake, without any trace of ripples.

"If an apology is useful, why should Jingzhao Mansion, Dali Temple, and the Ministry of Punishment be used?"

"Instead of seeking the impossible here, why not do more good deeds back then?"

My mother never said much about the past.

But a teenage girl left her hometown and went to a borderland like Liangzhou.

Almost died tragically under the Huns' cavalry, even a wealthy dog's head would be able to think of it.

My mother's sufferings are too numerous to mention.

Xie Yuheng chuckled lightly and relaxed his palms.

Sunflower seeds were sparsely falling in front of Meng Shumiao's eyes.

When there was nothing in his palm, Xie Yuheng stood up and walked forward.

The exile team that was originally blocking the road was violently pulled aside by the guards, leaving a corner vacant.

The leading officer stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

He said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please."

Listening to the footsteps gradually leaving, Meng Shumiao suddenly raised her head.

The eyes of the fox, who looked exactly like Wu, were filled with tears.

She stood up holding the ground, stumbled and chased after Xie Yuheng.

Guan Yuanyuan was shocked, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to wipe away her tears.

But the shackles were on, not to mention that he couldn't walk two steps, even his hands were bound by the shackles.

He could only say in a hoarse voice: "Miss, don't ask him anymore, Guan Yuan is not worthy..."

Meng Shumiao shook her head with tears in her eyes, "No, Guan Lang."

"It's all my fault. If I had known this, I shouldn't have come here to make a clear decision."

It's all her fault. She wants to prove that she is no worse than the idiot Meng Shuhong.

Only then did the household registration incident occur, which implicated Guan Yuan in being exiled.

"No, Miss, you are very good. You are the best girl in the world. Don't say you are not good..."

Xu Lu, who was following Xie Yuheng and walking well, couldn't bear it anymore.

He stopped and turned around, first casting an indescribable glance at the two of them.

Then, Xu Lu twitched the corner of his mouth and said angrily:

"I said you two, aren't you just exiled? You are still in Liangzhou, which is not far away."

"Our country has a complete set of laws!"

"The police officer is responsible for escorting the prisoners to the designated place of exile on time."

"I'll beat you to death on the road. Who will do the hard work in the local area? Shouldn't the responsible officer be punished?"

"As for the situation, it's like parting between life and death. Is it hard to separate? Ah? Ah? Ah? Ah?"

Listening to the roar coming from behind, Xie Yuheng covered his lips and coughed lightly, with a smile in his eyes.

More than half an hour ago, I don’t know who it was, but it was even more difficult to separate from Meng Guan...

The boy in red shook his head helplessly.

Without hearing what happened behind him, he went straight to the direction of Jiangling Marquis Mansion.

Xie Zhuqing followed behind him, lowered his voice and asked, "Does the head of the family want to deal with Meng Shuhong?"

Xie Yuheng waved his hand, "No need, His Majesty's people will be watching over there."

"Rather than letting him die happily with a knife, it would be better to do it like this."

"I'm worried every day, worried that I will do something to him, and there is endless hard work to do day and night."

A lot of hard work and mental and physical suffering.

In comparison, Meng Chang was hit by an avalanche and was quite comfortable.

As he spoke, he entered Jianglinghou Mansion.

The house is still full of flowers and lush.

But I didn't see my old friends, sitting around the table, drinking tea and talking with each other.

Under the crabapple tree in Xifu, a young man in red holds a cup and greets other teacups in the basket.

The porcelain clinked against each other.

"Let's meet higher up."

......

Five years later, it was the 14th year of Yongping.

The spring scenery is bright, the flowers are shining, the willows are shadowed, and the peaches and plums are competing for beauty.

Go to the capital, on Zhuque Street.

The place is bustling with businessmen and tourists, and it is very lively.

The streets and alleys are filled with teahouses.

The storyteller holds a folding fan and wears a blue literati gown, but it has been washed to the point of becoming raw.

"Continuing from last time, we all the common people in Daliang know that this Korea is really shameless!"

"Not only did he proclaim himself the idiot general as the God of War, but he also brainwashed his own people. The Mid-Autumn Festival was stolen from Korea by Daliang."

A tea guest laughed loudly and said: "Nowadays, things are changing."

"It's our turn in Daliang to brainwash the people of Korea, hahaha."

The person at the table next to him corrected him: "The Marquis of Jiangling said this is called assimilation, what kind of brainwashing, the wording is too rude!"

"It's just brainwashing," the man muttered.

Even if you name a flower, it's still deception and brainwashing.

He reads the Beijing News every day and reads anti-fraud propaganda tips, don’t try to deceive him!

The tea guest at the next table's cheeks twitched, not wanting to talk to these two fools.

Listen carefully and continue listening to Mr. Shu tell stories.

This story will never tire of you even if your ears get calloused hearing it.

"But it is said that in the ninth year of Yongping, Marquis Jiangling showed his power at the Qujiang Banquet and won Shuozhou City."

"Unexpectedly, after the Korean pickled cabbage delegation returned to China, they broke their promises, acted shamelessly and acted shamelessly!"

The storyteller put away his fan and clapped his hands angrily.

Beside the tea house, a child who was leaning against the door frame and listening also shouted: "Shameless——"

"I, the Emperor of Liang, showed off my power and sent out divine soldiers. The army was only halfway through when news came."

"Hey, it's the little prince's maternal grandfather's family who directly rebelled against the Emperor of Korea!"

A businessman from the Western Regions asked in broken Daliang dialect:

"Is that smiling sour material knotted as a remnant of the previous dynasty? Or is he considered the nephew of the new king?"