"Under the tent of the captain Wuxiong, the cavalry veteran is lucky, meet Wu Anjun!"

"Under the tent of the captain Luxi, the cavalry veteran Lu Chun, with Sun Luze, meet Wu Anjun!"

Outside the Duyou pavilion, in front of a cemetery in the distance, dozens of old people with a little gray hair, with their children and grandchildren, knelt down in front of the tomb.

Obviously, these people are dressed in cloth clothes, and they don't look like big families, but at this moment, the tributes brought by these old people include chickens, ducks, fish, grains, wine, and artemisia wood.

Young or young men place all the offerings in front of the tombstones.

On a simple tombstone, a few words are inscribed: The Tomb of the White Rise.

Twenty-seven years ago, also on this day in November, Bai Qi was given to die in Duyou.

"Wu Anjun, the Bai clan has another son to enlist in the army, named Bai Yan, I heard."

In front of the tombstone, an old man burned incense and muttered to the tombstone, slowly telling what he had heard.

These old people were all cronies who followed Bai Qi back then.

When Bai Qi was given death, Bai Qi's former subordinates and cronies were all scattered in the army, and then in one battle after another, most of them had died on the battlefield, and there were very few good deaths.

Bai Qi was deprived of his title before his death and was demoted to the people, so now the world calls Bai Qi by his name, and only these living veterans still call Bai Qi Wu Anjun.

Distance. A carriage stopped on the road, and a young man wearing a cloth coat and a Qin sword at his waist walked slowly towards the cemetery.

Accompanied by the teenager approached.

These old men were a little puzzled when they saw the young man's clothes and appearance.

They come here every year on this day, but they have never seen this teenager.

But these old men didn't think much about it, they just thought that they were the descendants of that general, and they just passed by here today and came to visit.

As for Wu Anjun's descendants, they all felt that they wouldn't.

This day every year.

The people of the Bai clan will wait for them, the old soldiers, to worship Wu Anjun, and wait for a few days before they come to worship.

These old pawns have never blamed the Bai family.

Because they also understand that Wu Anjun was given to death without guilt, they are all Wu Anjun's former cronies, and they worship together with the Bai clan on this day, every year, it is inevitable that no one will slander behind their backs.

In front of the cemetery.

Bai Yan walked to the tombstone and bent over to the tombstone of Bai Qi.

When he went to Pingyang before, he took a different road and did not pass through Xianyang.

Now that I have come to Xianyang, I naturally want to come and have a visit.

After the salute.

Bai Yan looked at the simple tombstone, looking at the simple words on it, his eyes were a little complicated.

A generation of famous generals rose in vain, and the tombs after death were so simple.

At the beginning, he killed millions of soldiers in the enemy country, offended the whole world, and left countless disasters for future generations.

Is it worth it in the end?

"Wu Anjun, if King Zhaoxiang believed you, how could my Qin State be killed by Zhao State for two or three hundred thousand Qin people in a few years. After the destruction of Han, if the Qin State attacked Zhao again in the future, how would the Qin State fight against Li Mu? ”

Bai Yan heard the old pawn muttering in front of the tomb, glanced at the other old pawns, and turned to leave.

Fang Cai heard Fang Cai's old pawn mention his name, but Bai Yan didn't tell these old pawns that he was Bai Yan.

The Bai clan does not worship on this day.

Naturally, he is not easy to say his name.

However.

It's time to return to the gazebo.

What Bai Yan didn't expect was that he actually saw Huai and Peck who had already returned to their hometown.

Looking at Huai and Peck, there were several old people and a few children.

At this time, Bai Yan finally understood why General Hu Jin asked them to protect themselves that day, and they agreed without hesitation.

Gazebo.

Huai and Peck were also very surprised when they saw Bai Yan, their faces were excited, and when they were about to say hello, they both saw Bai Yan shaking his head slightly.

Looked at.

The two seemed to think of something, so they endured the excitement in their hearts and did not make a sound.

Along with the passing of the shoulders.

Among the several children who were with Huai and Peck, several children looked back at Bai Yan.

"Eldest brother, that man's sword is so beautiful!"

"Is that person also here to worship Wu Anjun?"

The two children whispered, and as they spoke, they turned around in three steps, and their little eyes looked directly at the saber on the man's waist.

Huai and Peck heard the child's words, and said with a smile in his heart: The person holding the sword is the child of the Bai family that you talked about before, the fifth doctor Bai Yan.

Come to think of it.

Huai and pecked his eyes at the many old soldiers in front of the tomb, and sighed in his heart.

Dozens of people in front of the tomb worshiped Wu Anjun Bai Qi, but no one knew that the young man was the current chief of the Bai clan's iron cavalry, Bai Qi's clan.

Roadside.

Inside the carriage, Xi felt that after the doctor returned to the carriage, he did not drive the carriage for a long time, so he lifted the curtain and looked at the doctor with doubts.

"Doctor, what's wrong?"

Creek asked.

Bai Yan sat in the carriage, holding the horse rope, and looked at the old man with gray hair and silk clothes in the pavilion.

Bai Yan felt a little strange, and when he heard Xi's inquiry, he shook his head after coming back to his senses.

"Nothing!"

Bai Yan thought for a while, said softly, and then drove the carriage towards Xianyang City.

Ten miles is not far away.

Accompanied Bai Yan to the Xianyang City Gate, the Qin officials guarding the city stepped forward to ask Bai Yan's identity.

Bai Yan took out his identity.

After Qin Yan saw it, he hurriedly let him go.

Horse-drawn carriage into the city.

Bai Yan came to Xianyang for the first time and watched the streets of the city crowded with pedestrians.

Bai Yan could feel that compared with the cities in other parts of the Qin State, Xianyang, as the capital of the Qin State, in addition to the scenery, humanities, costumes and customs that belonged to the Qin State, also had the humanities of other countries.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, Bai Yan can feel that the people in the city are much better than the people in the capital of other countries, and it seems that it is because of Qin Law and Qin Law.

An hour later.

Bai Yan went to the city officials, registered, and received the reward's mansion.

Later, under the leadership of the two Qin officials, Bai Yan came to the door of the mansion that belonged to him.

After the two Qin officials went in to inform the subordinates, they said goodbye to Bai Yan and left.

Bai Yan took the Tyrant clan and entered this mansion.

The mansion is not big, there are only two small courtyards in front of the wall, a small pavilion, but there are a lot of houses, although it is not exquisite at a glance, it is not as good as those mansions of the wealthy families in the past, but it is several times better than ordinary inns and people's homes.

At least, it's a mansion.

Bai Yan looked at this mansion and real estate that would belong to him in the future, and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

In the Qin State, he also had a home of his own.

What comes to mind.

Bai Yan turned his head to look at the Tyrant Clan.

"I will be wronged in the future."

Bai Yan said softly.

This mansion is naturally not as good as the general's mansion in Xinzheng, but at the moment, it can only be wronged by the violent clan to live here.

"The doctor took him in, Shui Yun couldn't repay him, so he couldn't say anything wronged."

The Tyrant said to Bai Yan.

Shui Yun is the name registered by the Violent Clan under Bai Yan's household registration, and now that there are people present, the Violent Clan will naturally not say her real name.

Bai Yan looked at the empathetic tyrant.

Seeing that it was not early, Bai Yan handed over the affairs in the mansion and his subordinates to the Tyrant clan and Xi for arrangement, and turned around and left the mansion.

After dark.

In a spacious room, the sound of splashing water sliding down fills the room.

Behind a corner of the room, Tyrant sat in the barrel, carefully washing her delicate body.

Xi was in the room, holding a clean Qin suit, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Creek asked softly.

Tyrant, who was sitting in the barrel, also held his breath when he heard a knock on the door.

"I, Bai Yan!"

It wasn't until outside the door that Bai Yan's voice came that the Tyrant Clan breathed a sigh of relief.

Brook came to the door and opened it gently.

Then I saw Bai Yan standing outside the door, holding a white wolf skin and two fluffy sweaters in his hands.

"It's cold in winter, this is for Madame, this is for you."

Bai Yan handed the clothes in his hand to Xi.

Xi heard that Bai Yan had also bought her clothes, and her pretty face lowered her head, but this time, she did not refuse.

Bai Yan looked at the room behind Xi, which was full of hot mist, and naturally guessed that it must be the Tyrant Clan bathing, so he said goodbye and left.

After Xi watched Bai Yan's back leave, he closed the door.

Inside the tub.

When the Tyrant saw the white wolf skin in Xi's hand, his beautiful eyes were a little distracted.

Only then did she know why Bai Yan suddenly left the mansion and didn't come back until dark.

(End of chapter)