Ye Sibai sat softly next to Fu Qi, tilted his head, and leaned on Fu Qi's shoulder to make up for sleep.

I don't know why, as soon as he got close to Fu Qi, Ye Sibai always felt very down-to-earth and stable in his heart.

That feeling came from the soul, as if he had relied on Fu Qi so much a long time ago.

Gradually, he began to want to rely on this little facial paralysis, and kept getting closer...

"Xiao Qi, call me when you arrive." Ye Sibai yawned, rubbed her shoulder like a big cat, and soon fell asleep.

Fu Qi's face was cold, and the dagger hidden in his sleeve was clenched and relaxed.

I tried my best to persuade myself, this is the hope of 100 million people, and it is difficult to clean up the mess if I kill it.

THE BUS IS TRAVELING AT A SPEED OF 30KM/H, AND THROWING THIS GUY OFF THE MOVING BUS WILL CAUSE A SEVERE CONCUSSION, A SKULL FRACTURE...

If His Royal Highness takes this opportunity to intervene, there will be a complicated political struggle in the Kuran State, causing chaos in the international political arena...

Therefore, for the sake of the face of the people in the world, Fu Qi resisted the urge to unload Ye Sibai's head.

Ye Sibai leaned on the shoulder of his little roommate, slept peacefully all the way, and even had a rare dream.

In the dream, there are green mountains, green water, flowers and grass, there are farmhouse cabins, and there are piglets in the pigsty......

……

Nandu is one of the important battlefields of the War of Independence a hundred years ago, with many battlefield remains, covering an extremely vast area, and is one of the important historical heritage of the entire Kuran country.

Fu Qi got off the bus, and the desolate wind of history blew in his face, and the majestic and majestic museum gate came into view.

The past is vivid, and looking back is a hundred years old.

"In order, everyone visited the photo and image museum, the cultural relics museum, the relics museum, and the experience hall in turn. Note that the site museum is dusty, remember to wear a mask and do not damage the relics. Principal Han raised his voice and commanded loudly.

"Yes, Headmaster."

As the future successor of the country, Ye Sibai is very interested in the history of the Kuran Kingdom and is about to stride into the photo gallery.

Fu Qi immediately chased after him and said, "Follow me." ”

It's crowded and not too safe. Fu Qi needs to ensure Ye Sibai's safety at all times and avoid unnecessary trouble.

Ye Sibai raised his eyebrows, smiling: "I know." I will not leave you. ”

This cute little roommate doesn't want to be separated from him even when he visits a museum...

Fu Qiliang glanced at him, narcissism is a disease and must be cured.

The two walked side by side into the photo gallery, which contains photographs from the two hundred years of the Kuran Kingdom.

After thousands of years of civilization, the Kuran nation has gradually entered the monument of modernization. The yellowed old photos tell the vicissitudes of change, turmoil and tranquility over the past century.

Fu Qi stopped in the photo display case of the Revolutionary War, his eyes calm.

Here are all photos of the War of Independence, there are soldiers, ordinary people, royal family, beacon fire, blood and tears...

The woman with the baby in her arms crawled forward under the fire, her face covered with blood, and the child slept peacefully in her arms;

The soldier arrested by Farrant knelt on the ground and faced beheading, his eyes were proud and uninhibited;

Countless ragged civilians were herded into the pits, about to be burned by the brutal fire;

The soldiers in the artillery crater, most of their bodies were blown up, and their bloody hands were still holding the flag of the Kuran country...

This is a history of suffering and struggle for a nation.

Fu Qi stood in front of the display cabinet, silent.

Ye Sibai next to him also fell silent. The shock of these photographs is enough to silence people.