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

Time flies. Now, it has been fourteen years since Yongping arrived, and I still haven't heard a single letter from my old friend.

I guess Ye Weiyi died in a foreign land during the war...

It's a pity that he was ostracized by his colleagues during his lifetime, and no one knows where his bones ended up after his death. How tragic!

Ye Cen sighed, a hint of loneliness appearing between his brows.

Seeing her sad, Rong Yi bit his roujiamo, crumpled up the oil paper wrapping the steamed bun into a ball and threw it at Rong Er.

This guy really talks about things that are not relevant to him. No wonder he is in his twenties and still hasn’t married!

The paper ball rolled right over Rong Er's head, fell to the ground, was blown up by the wind, and fell under the horse's hooves again.

Rong Er raised his hand and felt the grease on his hair. He gritted his teeth and said, "Rong Yi! Didn't anyone tell you that you can't offend the doctor?"

Rong Yi took a bite of the steamed bun and laughed, "What? You said you want to eat Roujiamo too?"

"No, I only bought this one. If you want to eat it, go buy it yourself when you get back to the city!"

The chicken talks to the duck and plays the piano to the cow.

Rong Er grabbed the spear from the cavalryman on the right and swept it towards Rong Yi.

The latter leaned forward and dodged nimbly, riding his horse to catch up with Xie Yuheng.

He took out a steamed bun from his saddlebag and handed it over. "Master, would you like some steamed bun?"

The young man in red shook his head slowly.

Rong Er, who was behind, also happened to catch up and pointed his gun at Rong Yi, "Didn't you only buy one?"

"I was kidding you, did you really believe it? Hahaha..."

The hearty laughter spread far away with the wind.

Xie Yuheng looked at the two of them, chasing and playing with each other, with a smile on his face.

The young man in bright clothes and riding a vigorous horse is eye-catching.

The horses trampled on the dust, and the team went farther and farther away until they could no longer be seen.

In front of the city wall, an old man carrying two loads of Chinese spinach retracted his gaze, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

The old man got up and went into the city. When he reached a remote street, he reached out and knocked on the window frame.

"Marquis Jiangling has left the city."

Only a bird's cry was heard from the window, and the old man picked up the basket and left.

He had not walked far when someone called him.

"Hey, Old Nie, these Chinese chrysanthemums you have today are very good. How much are they?"

"Three cents a pound. If you want more, I'll give it to you at a lower price."

Listening to the conversation of the people outside the car window, Chu Chen, who had just come down from the city wall, still had a look of grief.

As a descendant of the Chu family, he could not go and investigate in person the short-lived Emperor Chu.

What kind of thing is it for a junior who is not related to me by blood to run around?

Chu Chen rolled his eyes and asked the attendant in the car.

"Hey, do you think it's too late for me to learn martial arts now?"

The attendant was silent for a moment, then said, "Your Highness, you have time."

Even Chu Chen found this a little unbelievable. He was almost forty years old and he could still learn martial arts.

"real or fake?"

The attendant nodded seriously and said earnestly, "As the saying goes, after eighteen years, you will be a brave man again."

"Your Highness can start learning martial arts at the age of... five, so it's still in time."

The veins on the back of Chu Chen's hands bulged, and the sound was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"It is my blessing to have an attendant like you!"

"It is my blessing to be able to serve the prince!"

"roll--"

After Chu Chen returned to the camp in a huff, he was carried by others to look for the women of the Pei family.

The two seriously ill patients basically have to stay in bed and cannot walk.

He took the youngest, Pei Dong, to where the prisoners were held.

The prison was so crowded that it was difficult to even turn around.

It was already a cup of tea when we found the team leader who had been captured in the camp that day.

After the team leader was pulled out, his eyes swept over the dragon jade pendant tied around Chu Chen's waist.

He looked at Pei Dong with a sarcastic tone.

"Your two sisters risked their lives to protect you, not letting me touch you at all."

"So she is keeping her virginity in order to marry into the high position of the prince of Liang."

"Little bitch, you probably don't know that a prince like this has many women. If you want to make money and get promoted, you have to hurry up..."

He spoke in a gibberish Wusun language, which made Chu Chen full of question marks. He looked at Pei Dong with a puzzled look.

"What is this bastard talking about?"

Pei Dong was wearing the new clothes that Xie Yuheng bought yesterday, and replied with a smile: "He praised the prince for his extraordinary bearing!"

Chu Chen stretched out his hand and pointed at the vicious expression on the team leader's face.

"...You little girl, you're treating me like a three-year-old child!"

"Look at your expression, is it possible for you to praise me?"

Pei Dong scratched his head and blinked his clear eyes, "It's almost the same, that's what it means..."

Chu Chen still didn't believe it, but he was too lazy to argue with a child.

After all, in two years, he will be a grandfather!

"I heard that he was the one who pulled out your second sister's nails."

"Do you dare to use the same method against someone you have treated yourself?"

After Chu Chen finished speaking, an attendant handed Pei Dong a pair of pliers.

The little girl took it without thinking, "I've thought about it for a long time. Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me the opportunity to avenge myself."

"You're welcome. If your cousin Xie hadn't been out of town for something, he would have brought you here."

Chu Chen made a gesture and ordered his attendants to hold the man down.

The man's face was pressed to the ground, his expression distorted and he stared fiercely at Pei Dong who was holding the pliers.

"Don't forget, you also have Wusun blood in your veins. You little bitch, you don't even spare your own people."

"I should have killed you on the road!"

Pei Dong tilted his head and spoke in a childish voice.

"Wusun will soon be destroyed by Daliang. What Wusun? We are all Daliang people."

"Only you are dead!"

After she finished speaking, she held the pliers and hit the man's fingertips hard, again and again.

The howling of a pig being slaughtered echoed throughout the cell, and the flesh on the man's fingertips gradually turned into meat paste.

The man was shaking in pain, sweating profusely, and his vision was blurred.

With a trembling voice, he begged for mercy: "I, I was wrong. I shouldn't have tortured your second sister."

"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you!"

Begging for mercy over and over again, and offering bribes again and again, failed to make Pei Dong stop for a moment.

In the end, the man was numb from the pain and lay powerlessly on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes full of regret.

I regret... why I didn't kill her earlier...

Suddenly.

With a "whoosh", the pliers sank into the back of the man's neck, and blood splattered all over her face.

The man used all his strength, turned his head, looked at Pei Dong, then twitched a few times and stopped moving.

Chu Chen was stunned. What on earth was going on in this world?

First, there was Xie Yuheng, the nine-year-old top scholar, and then there was his six-year-old distant cousin, who killed people without blinking an eye!

Chu Chen couldn't help but mutter: "Oh my goodness, a natural female killer body, a good candidate for joining the Wude Division..."

By the time Chu Chen led Pei Dong out of the cell, the sun had already risen high.

At this time, on the official road of Liangzhou, a fast horse with a speed of 800 miles passed by a village and soon disappeared.

This urgent report on military intelligence from eight hundred miles away was written by Zhao Zheng early yesterday morning.

After a day and a night of rapid galloping, with countless changes of men and horses, they were about to leave Liangzhou and change their route to Yongzhou...

However, when passing through a remote area, a group of people dressed as old farmers blocked the road.