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

"Mr. Ye, which Mr. Ye?"

"Uh..." The boy was stunned, his eyes rolling around.

"It's Mr. Leaf. Look at what a great tree you are. It has given us the power to live in the desert..."

Before he could finish his words, Rong Yi slapped him in the face.

"Don't talk nonsense to me. Tell me who Mr. Ye is, or I'll send you to see the King of Hell."

The young man snorted proudly, "Then just send me there. Anyway, you Daliang people are the worst to your own people!"

Rong Si put away the bronze mirror and said to him, "First of all, the Western Regions Protectorate was part of Daliang's territory more than 200 years ago, and now it belongs to Wusun."

"Although it will soon be owned by Daliang again."

"But, just because you can speak Daliang Mandarin doesn't mean you are a Daliang person. You are at most a foreigner who understands Daliang language!"

The young man curled his lips and said, "I don't want to listen, you bastard."

Rong Ba put his hands on Rong Liu's shoulders and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.

"Hahahaha... This is the first time I've seen a foreigner who recognizes Daliang so much."

Rong Liu stared at the stubbornness on the boy's face and analyzed: "It is also possible that he is just loyal to the Daliang that Mr. Ye mentioned."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Cen continued to ask: "Excuse me, is it also Mr. Ye Weiye."

Everyone clearly saw the young man's body stiffen, he turned his head and stared at Ye Cen.

"Who are you and how do you know the master's name?"

Xie Yuheng said inwardly, "As expected."

From the beginning, "Mr. Ye," to the later "People in Daliang are the worst to their own people!"

In addition, although this place is located in the territory of Wusun, if it is calculated according to the former territory of Dayuezhi, it can also be considered a border area.

However, Minister Ye is already in his sixties, and his father Ye Wei must be about the same age as the Prime Minister.

In the midst of war, even young people find it difficult to survive. Will Ye Wei still be alive?

While he was thinking, Ye Cen had already told the young man his identity.

The young man looked suspicious and said, "I have never been to Daliang, but I also know that girls from Daliang cannot travel far away casually."

As he spoke, he looked at the cavalry behind him and added, "Not to mention moving with the army."

"You should know this person..."

Ye Cen gestured to Xie Yuheng, "Look, this is the Marquis of Jiangling from Daliang. He can guarantee my identity, right?"

"Besides, what good would it do me to lie to you?"

The young man followed her hand, looked at Xie Yuheng, and shook his head, saying, "I don't know him, and I haven't heard of him..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gentleman, who was as dignified as jade, asked lazily, "Are you from Dayuezhi?"

The boy was startled and blurted out, "How did you know?"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head in annoyance.

……

"You claim to be from Daliang, but you don't know my name."

"Combined with what you said before, I think it can only be the descendants of the reclusive Great Yue clan."

Everyone followed the young man into the depths of the dense forest, listening to Xie Yuheng's analysis and nodding from time to time.

But no one has really let down their guard. If they are led into a trap by this kid, wouldn’t it be a waste?

The further you go in, the less dust there is, and gradually, it becomes like a bright future with beautiful scenery everywhere.

The young man said, "We're here."

When everyone looked up, they saw apricot trees everywhere, with branches full of yellow apricots.

Ye Cen's heart tightened slightly, and he asked again, "Where is Mr. Ye?"