Everyone had to be ordered to scatter and chop the weeds, the samurai team instantly became a weeding brigade, a digging team, and it was in full swing, people came from the opposite side, Cai Wenxi was the first to hear the movement, and the long sword in his hand was raised and pointed directly, but the other two teams also came, chopping the weeds in front of him and walked slowly, watching Cai Wenxi and the others move, their faces were surprised and puzzled.

Just in time, Cai Wenxi shouted at them to stop on the opposite side, opened his mouth and ordered them to also weed and clear the soil, see what they were stepping on, put down the long sword and continued to pick up the weeds at their feet, although the two small teams of warriors were very confused when they heard this, they still responded, and they drew their swords and scattered in all directions.

The sunset is getting weaker and weaker, golden to orange-red, so that this piece of decay seems to have life, chasing the layers of dyed white clouds into the air, but occasionally glanced down, and couldn't help but exclaim, but found something terrible.

At the feet of the samurai, a village that had been decayed by age came into view, under the tiles, on the road, beside the wood, yellowed white bones, and even some of the heads were in different places, and it was necessary to walk far to find the matching heads.

As the sight became clearer and clearer, the samurai moved all the weeds they had cut away, turned around and looked quietly, even if they were crippled, they could see that this was a village, and as for the bones mixed in it, they had an idea, but they didn't dare to think about it.

The samurai's eyes lit up as he continued to rummage through the wreckage, bent down to pick up something, and trotted in front of Cai Wenxi.

"Captain, my subordinates found a bronze medal with engraved letters, compared with the words on the family tree, it is a Chen character, and it looks like it is hanging on the door of the house."

Another samurai trotted in the air, flashing yellow, it was also a bronze medal, but this piece was so corrupt that only a few twisted threads could be faintly seen.

The rest of the samurai also came to their senses, and they walked into the wreckage and turned over it.

"There's one here, too."

"This should be too."

More than a dozen pieces, large and small, were sent to Cai Wenxi, swinging in front of him, flashing with a faint light.

I can already be sure that the mountain people written in the first few lines of the genealogy should have lived here, Cai Wenxi squatted down to look at the bronze medal carefully, took out the genealogy, and the three families could be matched, looked at the side, and bit her lower lip.

What is the deep hatred between Huang Pan and the mountain people in this village, and the descendants of these mountain people will not let go.

Raising his eyes and staring at the wreckage in front of him, he was speechless, and the team leader walked over to Cai Wenxi's side, and his face was obviously shocked by the sight, and asked Cai Wenxi softly what to do next.

"Do any of you know a thing or two about the bones, and you might be able to tell how these people died based on these bones?"

Cai Wenxi's voice was not loud, as cold as the air without daylight, spreading in the silent mountains, making people shake, as if white bones crawled out of the loess and moved their jaws.

"Captain, the subordinates' family used to do burial and funeral, and the subordinates have learned some things, but this corpse knows how old it is by looking at it, and it can't be completely determined."

A samurai jumped out, looking at the young and immature, maybe younger than Cai Wenxi, and asked him to do his best, staring at him swimming between the bones, watching the sky and earth slowly dim, making the cold wind blush, rubbing his hands in anger, gathering a small pile of weeds in front of him, and taking out a fire fold to light it.

The samurai finally stepped forward, and the bones between the wreckage of the village were roughly fifty or sixty, and the samurai was also fast, and when he saw that he opened his hand, wisps of white mist covered him.

"Captain, many of these bones have different heads, it can be concluded that they were killed by others, and the rest, some of the bones have broken bones, unlike natural death or suicide, and the subordinates infer that the mountain people of this village should have been slaughtered back then."

The weeds crackled and burned, and the brilliant tongues of fire reflected the faces of each samurai, flickering and darkening, camouflaging their heavy faces.

"What do you think, according to my thoughts, Huang Pan has a grudge against the mountain people here, slaughtered this village, stole a lot of secret books, killed the descendants and side branches of these mountain people, took their eye blood to practice evil arts, and sought immortality, but also tried to resurrect something, mechanism, thinking that it is the introduction."

With a faint speech, as the heat above the fire drifted into the air, the rest of the warriors lowered their eyes and made no sound, and seemed to have no objections.

The fire in front of her was getting weaker and weaker, Cai Wenxi raised her head and sighed lightly, looking at the hazy stars and moon under her eyes.

"I'm more and more curious, what kind of hatred makes Huang like this."

The words fell, the last flame was extinguished, and all the warriors' faces were hidden in the shadows, only Cai Wenxi, full of starlight.

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Zhao Hexuan's small dish of shredded chicken is really easy to use, Cai Wenxi's favorability towards him has skyrocketed, although he still hasn't said anything to Zhao Hexuan, but now Cai Wenxi has the appearance of the little woman who complained about Chang Hanxiao and Wei Sheng when she was in love.

A bunch of people in front of him, found Zhao Hexuan at a glance, just met his eyes, immediately don't look over, rare shyness, haven't said a few words, blushing and warm, hastily ending the topic, pulling the magpie song and leaving, a face that was indifferent in the past has to make passers-by mutter if this girl can't make expressions, now she often smiles, but it has not yet reached the point of being stupid and sweet, only smiling more when she is alone and sees Zhao Hexuan.

The cook took the herbs sent by Queshi, looked at the Ling thorn flower in his hand, and suddenly felt a little worried.

What can I do with this flower?

Han smiled and responded, please rest assured, turned around to look at the chickens, ducks and geese in the box, a chubby face twisted together and didn't figure out how to fry the flowers to make them delicious, listening to the palace maid urging the princess to prepare for lunch, her body trembled, nodded and had, this is ready, or chose the safest way, and made the flower into porridge to eat.

The palace maid of the princess was still waiting beside her, wiped the sweat on her head and said with a smile that this was the porridge of the lord of Lingli, and the princess was fine immediately, she didn't dare to rub it at all, turned around to prepare, and didn't see it, the palace maid pretended to be curious and went to the pot, and poured something into it with her hand hidden under her sleeve.

"Princess, I have already put the morning glory in the medicinal diet that the county lord Lingli eats today, but the morning glory is poisonous, if it accidentally harms the county lord's life..."

The palace maid knelt in the carriage and peeked at Princess Yong, who was leaning against the wall of the carriage and eating peaches, to see her casual opening.

"Don't worry, you can't die, just let a little petunia go, and it will make her have a bad stomach and make a fool, she is also a county lord in the end, there is power behind her, and this princess is not so angry that she lost her brain."

The palace maid should not say more, and was about to retreat and think of the diplomatic envoy, I don't know if the princess can continue to find trouble with the diplomatic envoy, and asked a mouthful, looking at her angry face in the moment, I really regret it.

The peach that had only eaten half of the peach in his hand was thrown out at once, and the juice on it visibly stained the curtain of the carriage, and he wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and the posture was like pulling out his fingers, and throwing the handkerchief out with him, and he rolled his eyes and spoke viciously.

"That diplomatic envoy is not a good one, you can't be as reckless as yesterday, you have to measure it well, you go to find out, what weaknesses does this diplomatic envoy have, if you can simply take it for your own use, let your childhood sweetheart betray, harm, this princess wants to see how much arrogance is left around her."

The porridge made of Ling thorn flowers was served on the table, and shredded meat and vegetables were added during the process.

As usual, he still had dinner with Ling Xian and Zhao Hexuan, and when he saw Zhao Hexuan sitting opposite him again, he unconsciously remembered yesterday, and buried his head in Zhao Hexuan, but he didn't want Zhao Hexuan to see that she was shy, so he only buried his head in eating, and even thought that he couldn't be as rude as in the past, chewing slowly, and eating everything in small bites, so that Zhao Hexuan frowned and asked if it was unappetizing for lunch, and he didn't think that his abnormal behavior made him wonder, but he felt that Zhao Hexuan was caring about her again, and he was even more happy and shy, only to reply that it was not two words, and not to say a word.

Let the person on the other side be as warm as the spring breeze, and the bright smile like summer is leaning more and more towards the depression of autumn, and finally turns into a cold puddle of snow water in winter, and I casually put a few mouthfuls into my mouth, completely losing my appetite.

Did I go too far yesterday? Why doesn't this talk to me anymore? But it doesn't look like it's angry, it's clearly smiling, what does that mean?

This man and woman are all thinking about it, only Ling instantly ate pure, tasted a mouthful of porridge boiled with spiny flowers, his eyes lit up, but he liked the taste, raised his hand and filled a bowl in front of him, and there happened to be his favorite roast chicken, a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of porridge, one after another, the food was fragrant, and he couldn't spare to look at the two.