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

Suzaku: "(Birds chirping and flowers blooming, omitting the ten thousand-word accusation...)"

Xie Yuheng looked at it with a smile, without saying anything. After a long time, he spoke in a serious tone.

"If you borrow my special powers, can you restore your original form in the outside world?"

Suzaku was stunned when he was interrupted. He turned his head and looked at Xie's treasure house.

Then he looked at Xie Yuheng, "But you can, but if you consume too much of your superpowers, your superpower level will drop again."

"Are you not going to open the last floor of this treasure house?"

"There is no spiritual energy in the outside world for you to cultivate. The supernatural powers you are using now all come from the treasure pavilion."

"Once your ability level drops, it will be very difficult to raise it again."

Looking at the brilliant glazed tiles on the eaves of the pavilion, Xie Yuheng's eyes flickered with light and a hint of regret.

"We were in a hurry to leave because we were busy with other things. But the little prince's hand grenade was made in the future. Its level of sophistication is beyond the reach of ordinary blacksmiths."

"Although I told her not to let others see it, who knows..."

"And the sniper rifle on the city wall. Everything must have a source."

Zhuque turned his back to her and said, "Humph, it's not just one or two days since the bird has been taking the blame."

"They don't have any evidence. You're the one who made it up. They can't just kill you."

Xie Yuheng narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of the fighting methods among officials in the court, "If you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext."

It's created out of nothing, fabricated out of thin air, why does it need any evidence?

"Don't you still have Chu Heng to protect you?"

"You are the candidate he has chosen for the position of Grand Tutor. I have tested him before and he is reliable."

Xie Yuheng couldn't help but hold his forehead, "Relying on an emperor sincerely, are you dissatisfied with my slow death?"

Suzaku tilted his head, oO?

I don’t really understand the twists and turns of humans, it’s better to be a bird, you can sleep like a bird all year round!

Xie Yuheng looked at its brain that seemed to be not enough, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

In her previous life, she was pushed into a pile of zombies by her biological parents, which meant that she was destined to never rely on anyone wholeheartedly again.

The more Zhuque thought about it, the more his head hurt, so he simply asked directly: "Then what are you going to do..."

The young man in red smiled and said, "Of course, when necessary, to establish your name as the divine bird."

"Also, I always feel like someone is deliberately leading me to the west."

"From the timeliness of Pei Qiu's news to the siege of King Xixian."

"I am kindhearted by nature and I cannot bear to see people disappointed. Why not go for a walk?"

Suzaku: “…” It’s too embarrassed to expose someone.

Can't you bear to see people disappointed?

It's obvious that he first pretends to give people hope and then makes them despair! ! Black-hearted villain!

……

After returning to the Western Xiongnu stronghold and asking for some more information.

After replenishing food and grass, Xie Yuheng led the cavalry and set out on the journey west again.

After crossing the desert and seeing snow-capped mountains in the distance, we arrived near the Wusun royal city.

The scenery in the distance is very beautiful, but as for the near...

A gust of wind blew, and Rong Si, who had a mysophobia, tilted his head and vomited, "Hup——"

There is no other reason, tens of thousands of people gathered outside the city, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, which naturally has a unique flavor.

Looking at the human wall of Yili people, Ye Cen frowned.

"I have read the 'Precautions for Common People Living' written by Miss Zhiyi."

"People's homes need to have fecal-oral separation, otherwise it's easy to get sick, and it can spread from person to person."

Rong Er's eyes showed compassion, "But they have no choice."

Their own king doesn’t care, so how can they expect the King of Wusun to come out of the city and treat them well?

Everyone fell into silence for a moment. While they were resting on the spot, some Iranian soldiers on the periphery discovered them.

War is imminent!

But cavalry still has an absolute advantage over infantry, even if they are tired from traveling.

Not to mention, after the leader was discovered, Rong Si's eyes turned red and he picked up his knife and killed seven of them.

The last time he came out, he held the commander's head in his hand, threw it to Rong Ba, and then went to the back to spit it out.

As a doctor, Rong Erwei had not yet gone to the front and had just finished bandaging a soldier.

Seeing this, they sighed: "Tsk, it turns out that no matter who you mess with, you can't mess with a mysophobia patient."

The main general was beheaded, and the Iraqi soldiers were defeated and retreated step by step.

I don't know who was the first to drop their weapons, but one after another, they all surrendered.

They didn't want to fight, let alone raise their swords and swing them at their compatriots.

If they don't do anything, the general will find their family members and kill them directly...

For a while, there were cries everywhere, and even God seemed unable to bear it anymore, and a torrential rain poured down.

The rain falls to the ground, taking away the bloodstains and also bringing the 'unique flavor' to further places.

The only thing that cannot be taken away is the confusion and hesitation of the Iraqi people about the future.

A country will no longer be a country if its ruler is unkind and his subordinates follow his example.

……

In the camp of the Western Xiongnu.

Xie Yuheng and King Xixian exchanged pleasantries and then took their seats.

She said, "I met Princess Surina on my way to the border of our country."

"At that time, there was no one around her. She was found by a female fortune teller at the border."

King Xixian had just sat down and hadn't even warmed up yet when he heard about this and hurriedly stood up to ask.

"So where is my son now? Is he injured?"

Xie Yuheng smiled soothingly, "According to Princess Su Rina, they were the Eastern Xiongnu who were chasing him all the way."

"But he wasn't injured."

"I have already sent someone to send him back to Kyoto. If you count carefully, he should have arrived a long time ago."

King Xixian breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that everything is fine, it's good that everything is fine."

He only has this one daughter, and the damn second son will cut him into pieces sooner or later!

The Western Wise King wished he could rush back to the Xiongnu territory and chop up the Eastern Xiongnu King and feed him to the wolves, but he still had important things to do.

After discussing military affairs with Xie Yuheng, he asked someone to bring Pei Qiu, and then he made up an excuse and went out.

The little girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, stared at Xie Yuheng blankly, with a forehead full of question marks.

Rumor has it that the Marquis of Jiangling in Daliang is a sickly person who will not live past the age of adulthood...

But the young man in front of him, not only is he not a sickly person at all, but he also doesn't look like he will die young.

Xie Yuheng, who had been tanned to a normal color after the march, let her look at him while sipping his milk tea.

I have to say, I don’t know how the Western Xiongnu’s milk tea is cooked.

Anyway, it was much better than what Anda the dog treated us that day.

Pei Qiu asked uncertainly, "You, are the Marquis of Jiangling?"

Xie Yuheng turned her head when she heard the voice, and raised her hand, revealing a badge hanging between her fingers.

The gold-plated fonts sparkle and shine under the setting sun, dazzling and eye-catching.

It's not just words, it's true for people as well.

The boy's voice was filled with a gentle smile, "Would you like to check it out yourself?"

Pei Qiu came back to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

I am really confused. It cannot be fake that I can talk with the King of the West.

She took out a letter from her bosom, stepped forward to hand it to Xie Yuheng, and then took a few steps back.

"Grandma said that this is the Pei family's demise..."

The yellowed letter paper was unfolded, and the four corners of the letter paper were frayed, with some creases and damage.

Xie Yuheng's fingers moved slightly. Could this be the handwriting left by Pei Tongshu?