"History of the Han Empire: The Family of the Yuan Dynasty" consists of more than ten volumes, and the author records in detail the magnificent heroic deeds of this holy man in the world with detailed strokes. Among them, the part about the conquest of the Western continent is full of historical data, and the narrative twists and turns, thousands of years later, so that countless latecomers read it, and their blood is still boiling, lamenting that they were born late, and they regretted not being able to witness the demeanor of the Si people.

And these historical texts from the greatest historical scribe of that era, which are only so detailed and full of emotion, are inseparable from Sima Qian, who was the Taishi Ling of the Han Dynasty at the time. It is precisely because he will personally participate in the situation that he can record what he sees and hears with the most real feelings, which has become a precious first-hand information.

It can be said that every historical event written by Sima Qian's hand restores the real scene at that time to the greatest extent possible. With an objective and fair attitude, he does not hide beauty, does not hide evil, observes with his sharp eyes, writes history with his heart, and truly presents the occurrence, process and outcome of every major event in front of the world. It can be described as insightful, right and wrong, good and evil, at a glance.

It is not unreasonable for Ma Qian of Taishi Company to be praised as "Shi Sheng" by countless people later. His calm and objective attitude and vision beyond ordinary people are incomparable to any historian of later generations.

And, what is especially commendable is that his worldview seems to have matured very early. The narrative and brief judgment of many important people and major historical events are carried out with an extremely harsh attitude. This attitude has continued throughout his life and has not changed much from beginning to end.

He is like an old man in the vicissitudes of history, with a gaze that penetrates the years, carefully and carefully looks at everyone who passes by, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, life and death, and it seems that they have nothing to do with him. He is just a faithful writer, overlooking the heavens, earth and stars, perceiving the subtleties of the world, and drawing thousands of strokes meticulously.

However, when many people later flipped through the annals of history, they still keenly captured the feelings of this "historical saint" in some places. And such a special unusualness seems to be particularly obvious in some major events involving Yuan Zhao.

Of course, this is not Tai Shigong's deliberate behavior. I'm afraid that even he himself, when he was writing hard in the moonlight, did not expect that the words and sentences would be unconsciously mixed with the hot blood in his chest.

History has been written for thousands of years, and it has been passed down for hundreds of generations. Fierce blood and heart, iron loyalty!

Later people probably never thought that in those impassioned days, and at the same time the moment of the greatest opportunity faced by the Chinese nation for thousands of years, this Taishi Ling Lord was on horseback holding a wine pot in one hand and an iron pen in the other, following the Han cavalry, working tirelessly to pacify the Quartet. Spirits in the throat, pour out the pen, merit and glory, heroes and might!

However, even this "Shi Sheng" level figure who was worshiped by countless scholars in later generations was just a pious follower behind a huge figure at the time.

"Duke Yuan, Sima Qian is polite...... It's nice to see you! ”

This is what Sima Qian said when he finally saw Yuan Zhao again after a few years on the western continent, thousands of miles away from his homeland, in the spring of the sixth year after the founding of the Han Empire. Suffering from wind and frost all the way and full of misfortunes

Sima Qian, who was in color, was nearly twenty years older than the young man in front of him, but at this moment, he was no different from ordinary people seeing their idols. The joy in my heart can no longer be hidden.

And unlike his performance, the final army who jumped off the horse directly expressed his emotions in the most frank way. He no longer cares about his own identity, and he doesn't have to think about the identity of the other person, he opens his arms and hugs the person who walks by with a smile on his face.

"Brother Yuan, seeing that you are safe and sound, I am finally relieved ......!"

Captain Sili, who is famous for his iron and blood, and the Chang'an government and the opposition are afraid of countless people, has never revealed his feelings in public. However, at this moment, he slapped Yuan Zhao's back heavily with his palm, and there was already a little choking in his voice.

Behind them, all the people who came from Chang'an, together with the cavalry who set off from Yumen Pass, had already dismounted, and their eyes were fixed on the man's waving hand, each saluting in a different way.

"Brother Ziyun, don't worry too much, everything is under control."

Feeling the deep friendship in the heart of the final army, Yuan Zhao was also quite moved in his heart. He waved his hand to all the members of the mission behind him, and at the same time took the arm of the final army and asked about the hard work of the road.

In fact, not long after the final army and his party left the Yumen Pass and entered the Western Regions, Yuan Zhao had already received the news. Although he had expected that Chang'an would definitely send an envoy to come, he did not expect it to come so soon. And the one who comes will be the final army.

After the situation in the Western Continent has initially stabilized, the latest news has gone to Yumen Pass in the starry night. However, due to the long distance and the slow delivery of the message, it should have been missed on the road. So the final army has not been able to know the latest situation here. And when the news is delivered back to Chang'an, the date should be postponed. There is no way to do this, after all, in this day and age, even the fastest meteor fast horse is still too slow to pass along the way.

Now that they had seen Yuan Zhao with their own eyes, and what they saw along the way, the situation on the western continent was stable, and for the final army and Sima Qian, most of the worries they had had since they set out from Chang'an disappeared immediately. This great sense of trust has been formed naturally over a long period of time. Not only them, but also the palace guards who followed, were also unanimously happy. Knowing more or less the emperor's worries, they suddenly felt that the future was bright and the situation was very good.

And Lu Jun and Ji Jia, who were holding Yuan Zhao on the left and right, had already burst into tears and couldn't suppress it. Ever since they heard about the hardships of the expedition to the west, they have been depressed. Now that I finally saw that Master was unharmed, I couldn't bear the joy in my heart anymore.

Then, Zongma greeted Li Ling from behind, and greeted the two of them affectionately. The three people who had grown up together since their youth finally got together again and talked to each other about the situation after their separation, and immediately danced with excitement, completely dispelling the sorrow in their hearts.

From here to the Han army camp and the location of the Persian royal city, there is still nearly a day's journey. Before you know it, the sun is gone, and twilight is falling. So the two men and horses of the rendezvous decided to set up camp on this grassland, rest for the night, and set off again tomorrow.

A roaring bonfire burns, and a joyful atmosphere begins to light up the space. In order to welcome the people from Chang'an, Yuan Zhao, who has not done it himself for a long time, decided today

It is necessary to show off the craftsmanship and let everyone feast on it.

Wine is naturally readily available. The ones that were transported from the army, as well as those brought by Ji Jia from Chang'an all the way to Chang'an, were piled together, the mud seal was opened, and the wine in the wilderness was fragrant, and it was enough to drink.

The western continent is extremely vast. And among them there are semi-savage areas. There are countless kinds of birds and animals. Li Ling greeted and led Lu Jun, Ji Jia and a group of knights to fly away, and it didn't take much effort to return with a full load.

Elk and yellow sheep are the time when the meat is tender and delicious, and it is appropriate to cook it and eat it. And a few large birds that can't be named are good materials for barbecue.

What is especially surprising is that these guys even hunted a huge black bear, which looked very fierce, but was hunted with a knife. When Yuan Zhao, who was talking to Zhongjun, looked back, he saw Li Ling patting Lu Jun's shoulder beside him with a smile, and said with some smugness.

"The bear was killed by Xiao Jun! He said that Master had been seriously injured a few days ago and that he should take care of his vitality. These bear's paws are just right when they are poured. ”

Yuan Zhao saw that one of Lu Jun's arms was bandaged, and there were faint traces of blood oozing out, apparently injured in the process of hunting bears. He nodded and motioned for Lu Jun to come over. The stubborn young man in the past has grown taller than him, and in the face of his master's scrutinizing gaze, Lu Jun lowered his head a little nervously and shyly. But he heard Yuan Zhao say in his ear.

"You should cherish your life and body, and you should not easily damage it in the future...... I'm not doing a good job of that, so don't follow suit. ”

In a word, it touched the sad place where Lu Jun had calmed down, and he choked up and said.

"Since I was saved by the master back then, I took revenge on the sea of blood. This life of mine is already Master's...... If it's for the master, even if you go to the soup, you won't hesitate. However, there were only minor injuries...... As long as Master can end the campaign as soon as possible unscathed and take us back to Chang'an with us, it will be worth nothing. ”

In a turbulent mood, although his meaning is incomplete. But whether it is Yuan Zhao, Li Ling, or Ji Jia, they all understand it in their hearts. Yuan Zhao sighed slightly, looking back at the east, the night was deep, the sky was like a cover, his gaze could penetrate thousands of years, but he couldn't see Chang'an, which he missed every day.

"Perhaps, it's really time to go back......."

Junjun, who was standing beside him, also sighed. He took out the letterhead from his bosom that followed his journey of thousands of miles, glanced at Yuan Zhao, and then finally handed it to him.

"It's His Majesty's handwriting...... At the end of his farewell, he had one more thing for me to say to you. ”

Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment. Of course, he was very familiar with the handwriting on the cover, and some of the unusual colors were faint, but they could be seen. That should be the mark of blood.

"Your Majesty says that he made his own claim without your consent...... I don't know if this choice is right or wrong? ”

A cheerful atmosphere wafted in the air around him, and Yuan Zhao put down the spirits in his glass and opened the handwritten letter of Emperor Liu Ju.