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

"Chu Tianchen is not dead yet, he can't go to the eighteenth level of hell."

Rong Liu exclaimed in surprise, "Not dead yet? This old man is really able to live. Is it true that good people don't live long, but evil people live for thousands of years?"

Xie Yuheng also looked at the old man with a little surprise.

Even the Wude Division was unable to find out whether Chu Tianchen was dead or not, but the reclusive Dayuezhi people actually knew about it?

There was a glimmer of cunning in the old man's eyes that was inconsistent with his age.

He said cheerfully: "We, the Great Yuezhi people, have lived on this land for more than a hundred years."

"If you can sneak into the military camp, you can also sneak into the palace."

"And according to the news sent back last summer, Chu Tianchen is still alive."

"Didn't he also make the Queen Mother of Wusun, Chi Yao, into a princess and marry her to Wusun?"

"As the saying goes, evil will be punished by evil. I guess Chi Yao will not let him die easily..."

Xie Yuheng tapped the table lightly with her long fingers. Speaking of which, when she was born, she was almost sent to the palace.

Not to mention... Master's daughter was killed by Chu Tianchen...

There are also countless merchants who followed in his footsteps and learned the art of longevity for young girls.

A fierce look flashed in Xie Yuheng's eyes, and he suddenly clenched his palm into a fist and slammed it heavily on the table.

With an angry fist, the wooden table cracked with a loud bang.

Under the old man's stunned eyes, Rong Shi and others quickly picked up the items on the table. The wooden table collapsed alone, looking so desolate.

"Cough cough cough..." The old man coughed a few times due to being choked by saliva. After he fixed his broken jaw, he looked at Ye Cen.

"The little girl is the descendant of Lord Ye, right?"

Ye Cen politely performed the greeting of a junior, "Sir, it is my great-grandfather."

After a few polite words, the old man led Xie Yuheng and others to take a look at the courtyard where Ye Wei had lived before his death, and then handed the relics to Ye Cen.

The old man touched the bag reluctantly and sighed, "Come to think of it, we hated Lord Ye in the beginning."

"After all..." The old man smiled bitterly and omitted any explanation.

But everyone knows that without the help of Daliang, Wusun would not have been able to destroy Dayuezhi so thoroughly.

The old man continued with tears in his eyes, "But after arriving here, it was Master Ye who taught us how to farm, improve farm tools, and teach us medicine..."

"Translate Daliang's knowledge into the Great Yuezhi language and teach it to us without reservation."

"Lord Ye once said that two hundred years ago, this place was also Daliang's territory and the Western Regions Protectorate of the previous dynasty."

"Since you left, Daliang has been thriving, and we don't want our younger generations to stay here."

The old man raised his hand tremblingly and wiped away the tears on his face, "I will make the decision and let everyone recognize me as a Daliang person."

Rong Ba crossed his arms and muttered, "No wonder that kid said he was from Daliang when he saw us..."

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you gentlemen." The old man said this while looking at the noble young man in red standing under the apricot tree.

The young man was tall and slender. He seemed to be aware of his gaze and turned his head slightly to look at him.

Whether the Dayuezhi people, oh no, this group of Daliang people who were left outside can return to the embrace of Daliang, all depends on this young master.

"I will write a memorial to report this to Your Majesty."

"I, the new ruler of Daliang, have always ruled the country with benevolence. Please relax and wait."

The young man's clear and melodious voice, like the sound of nature, reached the old man's ears.

The old man suddenly felt that his waist was no longer sore, and his legs no longer hurt due to his cold. He could even carry a plow and plow three miles!