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

The sound of military boots stepping on the sand came from far away, and the woman's already pale face suddenly became even paler.

She pulled the little girl over, protected her behind her, and looked up at the person who was coming.

The person who spoke was the team leader in charge of guarding this place, and also Anda's confidant.

He is cruel, ruthless, twisted and perverted, and takes pleasure in torturing others.

The ten fingernails of the woman were pulled out by him when they came to the border.

The man put his hand on the hilt of the knife and looked down at the two sisters.

His gaze lingered on the woman's waist.

There was a small hand there, tightly grasping the woman's clothes, and trembling slightly.

He smiled maliciously, "You are so young, but you can seduce men. You are really a slut."

"When I finish my business, I will deflower you, little girl, and let you have a taste of a man, hahahaha..."

When the woman heard this, her figure shook.

Perhaps they are still useful along the way.

She and her elder sister have always protected her younger sister, threatening to die to prevent those stinky men from touching her...

But now...

She knew that today was the day Anda was hosting a banquet and inviting Marquis Jiangling...

Up to now, no one from the main camp has delivered any news. Could it be that Marquis Jiangling has been murdered...

Two drops of clear tears fell silently, the woman lowered her head weakly, listening to the footsteps fading away.

However, at this moment, the ground suddenly shook, and the shaking became stronger and stronger.

There were also arrow whistles blowing in the camp, and footsteps were heard in a chaotic manner.

The little girl's ears twitched slightly. She walked to the edge of the tent, lay down on the sand, lifted a corner of the tent cloth and looked out.

Outside the tent, I saw the black soldiers running around in panic.

Not far away, a military flag she didn't recognize was fluttering in the wind.

On the leading horse was a young man in red, with a bowstring in his hand that swelled to a full moon and an arrow pointed at the black soldiers.

The moment the arrow broke through the air, the cavalry charged forward, harvesting heads one by one with their swords.

Occasionally, when a cavalryman was pulled off his horse and faced a life-and-death situation, the young man in red would shoot arrows in time to support him.

Every arrow hits the target, just like a hero.

The battle situation was gradually controlled by the cavalry. The young man in red raised his eyes and looked towards the tent not far away.

His eyes met the little girl lying on the ground.

The latter immediately retracted his head.

Xie Yuheng glanced at the situation, urged his horse, and headed for the tent.

When she came closer, the little girl had already told the woman what had just happened.

"I knew that Big Sister wouldn't lie to me!"

"One day, a young man in red will come with a glowing glow and save us all!"

Of course, these words were only said by the two sisters to coax the little girl.

It is rumored that Marquis Jiangling often wears red clothes, and there are many people in Daliang who follow his example, but who knows who this person is?

If he really was the Marquis of Jiangling, then returning to Liang State in a disabled state would also be... a stain.

Outside the tent, Xie Yuheng dismounted, and his sleeves drew a beautiful arc in the air.

She took a few steps forward, stretched out her hand to lift the curtain, then suddenly put her hand down.

The woman who saw through the gap also had a dim look in her eyes.

She grew up in the palace, and although she was a slave, she had heard a lot about the dirty things going on in the aristocratic families.

For a woman who has lost her innocence, the best outcome is a quiet and peaceful life, but more often she dies of illness.

They are better dead than alive...

"Ahem." Xie Yuheng coughed lightly, his voice gentle and polite, "Excuse me, are there any female members of the Pei family inside?"

Hearing this, the little girl happily poked her head out and smiled brightly at Xie Yuheng.

"Yes, big brother, are you the general of Daliang?"

The little girl was lying on the ground and was far away, so I couldn't see clearly.

Now that I was closer, I could clearly see the tattoos on his face and the unhealed whip marks below his neck.

Xie Yuheng's fingertips moved slightly, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

She squatted down, her eyes level with the little girl's, took off the badge of Marquis Jiangling and placed it in her palm.

"Since you know Daliang Mandarin, can you recognize Daliang characters?"

The little girl blinked, raised her badge, and said word by word: "Jiang, Ling..."

The little girl didn't say the remaining word out loud. She stared at Xie Yuheng blankly, and her other hand nervously scratched her clothes.

"I, I, my sisters and I can work hard, we can do a lot of work, so we can eat very little..."

Xie Yuheng seemed unaware of her uneasiness and fear, and nodded in praise: "What an amazing girl, you can work at such a young age."

The little girl pursed her lips, not knowing what to say next.

Just then, Xie Yuheng reached out and gently touched her head.

“I think he must have suffered a lot.”

These one sentence broke down the little girl's psychological defenses. She had never cried even when she was tortured, but now her eyes were wet with tears.

With his calloused fingers, he gently wiped away the tears from her face.

She seemed to hear the voice of God, ringing in her ears, "It's all over. I will take you home."

The sun was setting and night was falling, but she felt it was as bright as day and the dawn was coming.

The little girl's voice choked with sobs, "Don't you dislike us?"

"I am extremely happy to have found what I lost. How can I despise it?"

As Xie Yuheng spoke, he stood up, met the gaze of the woman in the tent, and then immediately looked away.

She put her long fingers on the belt and slowly untied it.

When the little girl and the woman saw this, they were all horrified, thinking that everything Xie Yuheng said before was a lie.

In fact, he is a hypocrite and a bad guy!

The little girl panicked and tried to hide inside the tent.

Suddenly, a warm robe fell from the sky and covered her head.

"I haven't brought any women's clothes, so please make do with them for now."

The little girl struggled with her hands and feet for a while before she poked her head out from her outer robe. She looked up at the woman.

The women's clothes were barely enough to cover their bodies, but they had been like this all the way, and they had long been accustomed to it...

The little girl muttered foolishly, "Second sister, are we dead? Otherwise, how could we meet the Bodhisattva?"

The woman hugged her in her arms, her voice trembling as she cried with joy, "What nonsense! That's the Marquis of Jiangling from Daliang!"

Even now, she doesn't dare to call him cousin.

Whether or not to recognize this relative depends on Xie Yuheng, not them...

Xie Yuheng was wearing a middle-length shirt and glanced down. Fortunately, the road was flat...

She turned her head to look at the one-sided battle situation and waved to Rong Shi, the commander-in-chief.

Rong Shi stepped forward and, without thanking Yuheng, took off his outer robe and put it on his master.

But Xie Yuheng took it and handed his robe into the tent.

He realized it after a while and turned back.

As soon as Rong saw him approaching, he immediately crossed his arms over his chest, looking like a chaste and heroic man.

"I'm only wearing shorts underneath. If you try, I'll call for help!"

Rong Shi was speechless, "...Don't worry, I don't want yours."

Of course, the one for the master must be the cleanest!

Rong Si, who was obsessed with mysophobia, was wearing a shirt and sneezed loudly when the wind blew.

Rong Ba gave him his coat, "Here, I'm afraid of the heat, I'll give it to you."