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

She, of course, didn't believe it.

No matter if they were unreliable parents in the previous life, or the best people you have ever seen in this life.

Parents who truly love their children are a luxury and are not common.

The charcoal pencil spun in a circle at Xie Yuheng's fingertips, and then tapped a bird's head lightly.

Zhuque suddenly became angry and flew to the easel, chirping non-stop.

Although others didn’t understand, they felt that the curse was quite dirty…

Until Xie Yuheng glanced at it sideways, and said in a calm voice, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will roast you tonight."

In an instant, the wind was silent and the birds were quiet.

Zhuque had no choice but to go to Rongshi to ask for water, feeling aggrieved.

It's a waste of time and energy to accuse someone for a long time!

Looking at the little white ball pouring water when directing Rong Shi, Ye Cen's eyelids twitched.

She had previously heard rumors from the people of Yumen that Marquis Jiangling was blessed by a divine bird, but she didn't quite believe it!

After all, her old man worked in the Ministry of Rites, and he was in charge of ancient sacrifices, and the animals he worshipped were the Vermillion Bird, the Black Bird, and the like.

I haven't seen any records in books that the mythical bird is white, fat as a ball, and can quarrel with people...

But it is rare to find a bird that is so human-like.

The setting sun melts into gold, and the scenery beyond the Great Wall with its brilliant rays of light comes to life on paper.

It was already nightfall without him noticing. Xie Yuheng put away the drawing paper and gave it to Rongshi for safekeeping.

After a simple wash after dinner, the day is over.

The next day, in the early morning, everyone set out on the journey west again.

But the further west we went, the darker the sky became, and the more dust floating in the air increased.

Rong Shi urged his horse closer to Xie Yuheng, "Master, looking at the situation, there might be a sandstorm ahead!"

Xie Yuheng looked ahead and said, "The power of nature cannot be stopped by humans. Let's retreat to the woods we just passed by and take shelter for a while."

Everyone drove their horses back, and soon after they entered the woods, a blanket of dust swept over them.

Xie Yuheng reached out, stuffed a bird that was about to be blown away into his sleeve, and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

Just then, she suddenly realized that there were other people in the woods.

She drew the sword from her waist and threw it there, shouting, "Who's there?"

The sharp sword cut through the man-high weeds and nailed it to the tree trunk behind, penetrating three inches into the wood.

A trembling voice came from behind the weeds, "Don't, don't kill me, I'm also from Daliang."

Rong Yi drew out his sword and stepped forward steadily, "If I remember correctly, we left Yumen Pass."

"It's really strange that I can still meet people from Daliang."

Even before the war between the two countries, merchants who went out should have stayed in towns, not in the wilderness or forests.

As he was speaking, Rong Yi had already approached the weeds and was holding a knife, forcing out the person who had spoken earlier.

After only three rounds of fighting, he was captured by Rong Yi.

Looking at the other person's high nose and deep eyes, full of foreign features, Rong Yi's cheeks twitched.

"You? From Daliang?"

"No, brother, if you're going to lie, make it something that people can easily believe."

Rong Si also thoughtfully handed him a bronze mirror and looked at him, "Look, we look different."

The young man looked aggrieved, "But Mr. Ye said that our area used to be the Western Region Protectorate of Daliang."

"How can you judge a person's background based on his appearance?"

Everyone: "..."

Xie Yuheng held his forehead with his hand. This was no different from stealing one's own countrymen in later generations, admitting that he once belonged to... Therefore, he was also a Han Chinese.

only……

Ye Cen didn't care about the dust blowing all over his head. He lifted the gauze covering his face and said anxiously: