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

There were trickles of blood and tears flowing from the corners of the man's eyes.

Xie Yuheng leaned down, covered his lips with his palms, and lowered his voice:

"My lord, no confession is required."

"I have already made a tailor-made death script for your master to be ruined and disgraced."

"Soon, I will send him down to reunite with you."

Xie Yuheng's voice rang in his ears.

This sound is very, very light.

It fell in the man's heart, but it was like a huge stone.

It made him breathless and difficult to breathe...

The man moved his eyes hard and looked at his left chest.

There was a dagger stuck there.

The finger bones holding it are as white as jade!

Xie Yuheng let go of his hand and stood up without hesitation.

As she turned around, a spring breeze blew through her official robe.

The crimson official robe fluttered to one side in the wind.

behind her.

The man realized it later, his eyes full of confusion.

What does it mean to have already formulated it?

What will send the master to reunite with them?

What about his family?

Before he had time to think any more, the man spat out a mouthful of blood with a 'poof-' sound.

A little bit splashed onto the crimson official robe.

Make the red redder, red to the point of trembling with fear!

Xie Yuheng walked towards the courtyard step by step, slowly and steadily.

The words of her ancestors kept echoing in her ears.

'As the saying goes, the red official robe is stained with the blood of the common people, but I wear it cleanly. '

'Once they retreat to the south of the Yangtze River, the people in the land north of the Yangtze River will all become slaves. '

'Those who advocate southward migration should be killed! '

'In the eyes of the Ministry of War, there is no word "harmony", only a war! '

'If you can't win, just think of a way until you win. '

'The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are still there, don't cry...'

'So what if no one burns paper money? '

'It doesn't matter, I'm used to being poor. '

The ends of Xie Yuheng's eyes were red, and his vision was hazy.

The warm breeze blows on your face, intoxicating your eyes.

The pear blossoms not far away were fluttering and falling like fine snow.

In a trance.

There seemed to be an old man in blue standing under the tree, looking up and admiring the beautiful scenery.

Her throat rolled several times, and the word "ancestor" was stuck in her throat.

In the end, not a word was said.

Just, silently speed up the pace.

Unexpectedly, the spring breeze did not understand the meaning of the world, and danced wildly with her crimson official robe.

The next time she set foot, he got under the shoe, forcing her to fall to the ground.

"master--"

"Master Hou, be careful."

With a 'plop' sound, Xie Yuheng ignored the pain and just raised his eyes to look under the tree.

There is no one under the tree...

The fragrance of earth is mixed with the fragrance of pear flowers.

There was also a faint smell of blood that penetrated straight into his nose.

She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the cold ground.

A few drops of clear tears fell into the mud, leaving shallow marks.

Even though he is wearing the same official robe as his ancestors.

Even though he also served in the Ministry of War.

She couldn't do it either, like her ancestors.

When the master of mediocrity meets, he can turn the tide.

In the end, he looked at Chi and Shi's family calmly and accused him of treason.

She gets angry and annoyed.

It will turn that dog emperor's empire upside down.

It's a pity that after more than five hundred years, even if you want to whip the corpse, you can't find a place...

Wait, whip the corpse? !

Where is that shit’s mausoleum?

Xie Yuheng put his hands on the ground and stood up halfway.

Rong Shi, who originally wanted to help her up, was slightly startled, hesitated for a moment, and then retracted his hand.

Master, I don’t like others to touch me.

Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know where Qi Yingzong's mausoleum is?"

"Ah, ah?"

Rong Shi's head got stuck.

Not sure, the master was surrounded by sadness just now.

Why did the next breath ask him where the tomb of Qi Yingzong was...

Qi Yingzong was the 'God of War' emperor of the previous dynasties.

However, his tomb is not in Qiling.

Some unofficial historians say: In the last years of the Qi Dynasty, wars broke out everywhere.

The last Qi Emperor moved his father's tomb elsewhere to prevent it from being dug up.

Rong Shi scratched his head, "I don't know."

Xie Yuheng stood up helplessly and swept away the dirt and dust everywhere on his body with his fingers.

She turned her head and glanced at Rong Er.

The soldier's face was pale and he was lying on the robes of other soldiers.

His body was bright red, soaking most of his clothes.

Fortunately, the sword has been pulled out and Rong Er is bandaging it with gauze.

But this is just the beginning.

Whether he can handle it or not depends solely on him.

Xie Yuheng sighed lightly.

He walked to the tie-up place with his hands behind his back and got into his carriage.

Pulling down the seat at the back of the carriage, he took out a new set of blue clothes from the baggage inside.

Enter the space and replace it.

I also selected some anti-inflammatory drugs and ground them into powder.

Put it into a porcelain bottle, mix it with the spiritual spring water, and shake it to combine.

"This time, I really did my best and listened to fate."

Xie Yuheng murmured and stepped out of the space.

Lifting the curtain of the car, you can see someone not far away.

Lu Sheng was touching his donkey lovingly.

Then, with the force of thunder, he pulled out the arrows from the donkey.

Suddenly, blood spurted out.

I guess I injured an artery.

Xie Yuheng thought so.

When he saw Lu Sheng, he hurriedly inserted the arrow back, causing the donkey to neigh in pain.

But at least, no more blood spurting.

Xie Yuheng and Zhuque: "..."

Rong Shi and Rong Liu nearby: "..."

Rong Liu stepped forward and exclaimed: "Brother, you must be the reincarnation of the Lord of Hell!"

"This, I, this, it spurted blood, I didn't think about it for a moment, so I inserted it back."

Lu Sheng's words were incoherent, he was sweating profusely, and his hands were covered in donkey's blood.

Rong Liu was speechless.

He took out the golden sore medicine he carried with him, stretched out his hand again, and asked him for a handkerchief.

He quickly pulled out the arrow and poured the golden sore medicine onto the donkey's wound.

The drug stimulated and the pain made the donkey howl...

Xie Yuheng silently averted his eyes, crossed his long legs, and got out of the carriage.

Returning to the courtyard, he gave the porcelain bottle in his hand to Rong Er.

"Give him some of it later. If he gets fever at night, drink it all."

Rong Er took it with great solemnity.

Xinglin Pavilion has many good things that are not available outside.

As the Marquis of Jiangling, the master naturally has good things.

He doesn't care about good things. Anyway, he has medical skills and is serving his master.

The only thing that makes Rong Er feel regretful is:

At Xinglin Pavilion in Jiangling, that little old man Dr. Wu no longer accepts disciples, alas.

Xie Yuheng whispered: "In the past few days, you and Rong Yi will settle here first."

"We will return to Beijing after his injury improves."

"Yes."

There were soldiers collecting the corpses inside and outside the hospital.

Throw everything that belongs to the other party into one place, at least clearing the official path.

Xie Yuheng walked alone to the foot of the pear tree and sat down on a bamboo bench that was still intact.

Close your eyes and pretend to sleep.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the sound of horse hooves came closer and closer.

Finally, we stopped outside the dilapidated courtyard wall of the tea shop.

The accompanying deputy lieutenant's eyes went dark when he looked at the mountains of corpses.

He quickly grabbed one person and asked, "Who is your escort?"

"The Marquis of Jiangling."