After the marriage, the cousin was spoiled by the whole family of the Marquis's Mansion

Chapter 124: Thinking of Homecoming
Qiu Yi turned around suddenly and immediately put away the dagger in his hand.

"gentlemen."

Mu Chun walked over slowly with his hands behind his back. The half silver mask looked even more eerie in the flickering light.

Haitang trembled and took a few steps back.

Mu Chun acted as if he didn't see it and just glanced at the mute girl on the ground.

Then he ordered without even turning his head, "Clean it up."

"Yes." Qiu Yi immediately picked up the mute girl on the ground and disappeared in a few flashes.

Mu Chun turned his head slightly and could no longer see Qiu Yi.

"Wan Lie."

Wan Lie appeared from behind the door.

"Someone has to take the blame for Lord City Lord's crime. You go and handle it."

Wan Lie raised his eyelids slightly, "Yes..."

The room was silent again. Haitang had retreated to the corner. She held tightly onto a stool beside her, her eyes full of fear.

Rong Peilan hadn't woken up yet, lying quietly on the bed.

Looking from the front, she is about 70% similar to her father, but from the side, she is 100% similar to her mother, Xie Qingping.

Mu Chun sighed softly, "How is the girl?"

"The fever has subsided..."

"Yes." Mu Chun stood up, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Haitang who was cowering in the corner, "If you serve the girl well, you won't die."

"Yes……"

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Ji Yunzhang and Qin Anjiang had been walking in the Western Jin Dynasty for three days without seeing a single person or city.

Because of the terrain of the Western Jin Dynasty, the area was shrouded in thick fog at night and nothing could be seen more than ten meters away.

They could only travel during the day.

But the Western Jin Dynasty was like an empty place, and only one or two lone sheep could be seen occasionally.

The two of them munched on the last bit of dry food. Qin Anjiang watched Ji Yunzhang draw their location on the parchment scroll, and fiddle with the black thing in his hand that he said could help them find the direction.

"Master Ji, is this thing of yours really useful?"

Ji Yunzhang was a little doubtful at this moment. Even if he couldn't reach the next city in Daqi in three days, he could still reach a town or a village.

In the Western Jin Dynasty today, not to mention the villages, there is not even a single hair of a person to be found.

He swallowed the biscuit in his mouth and looked at the sun above his head. "It works. This thing has been tried on the sea."

Just as the two men packed up their things, a flock of sheep came into their sight.

Behind the flock of sheep was a little boy, about seven or eight years old, holding a long whip in his hand.

He stretched out his arm, raised the whip above his head, and then swung it accurately at the edge of the flock.

Ji Yunzhang and Qin Anjiang raised their eyebrows.

Qin Anjiang asked in authentic Western Jin dialect, "Kid, where is the next Mengcheng?"

When the child spoke, both Qin Anjiang and Ji Yunzhang's expressions changed.

The child spoke in a Daqi dialect, "You are not from the Western Jin Dynasty."

Ji Yunzhang's forehead couldn't help but twitch, thinking that even this child could be a trap.

The kid rolled up the whip neatly.

"You two have too many flaws."

Qin Anjiang was unmoved and insisted on speaking in the Western Jin dialect, "Kid, what are you saying? I don't understand you." The child sneered, "Stop pretending, you are so clumsy."

He pointed to the southwest and said, "Walk that way for half a day and you will reach Dulimeng City."

He turned back to look at the two of them again, "But you two will probably be arrested as soon as you enter the city. Who would go on a long journey without taking anything with them?"

Ji Yunzhang couldn't help but look at his own attire, which was the most orthodox attire of a Western Jin Dynasty person.

Qin Anjiang quietly pulled out a dagger from his waist, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing that the two still didn't believe him, the kid took something out of his neck and said, "Then you should recognize this thing."

Black armor emblem!
Ji Yunzhang naturally recognized this thing; he had seen it in his study since he was a child.

As soon as the child saw the expressions of the two men, he knew that they were definitely from Daqi.

"You are really Daqi people!"

He put the black armor badge back on his neck and said, "My Daqi's name is Cheng Sigui."

Thinking of home...

Ji Yunzhang and Qin Anjiang looked at each other.

Cheng Sigui continued, "My father's name is Cheng Libin, do you know him?"

As he spoke, there was still a hint of hope in his eyes.

Ji Yunzhang frowned slightly. Cheng Libin, this name sounded familiar.

Seeing that the two still didn't believe him, Cheng Sigui became a little anxious, "My father's name is Cheng Libin, he is General Shunwei of the Xuanjia Army in the Northwest Camp of Daqi!"

The Northwest Camp is an old name for ten years. Ever since the Black Armor Army and the Black Wolf Army merged, it has been called the Northwest Army.

Qin An had already pulled out the knife in his hand and changed his words to Da Qi's, "Kid, you'd better tell the truth. How could your father be General Cheng?"

Cheng Sigui ignored the knife in Qin Anjiang's hand and jumped up on the spot, "Finally, the people from Daqi have arrived."

He was so happy that he looked at the two of them with sparkling eyes, "Take my dad back!"

Ji Yunzhang looked at the child's delicate face and asked, "Where is your father?"

He pointed to one side and said, "Where is it? See that white blanket? That's my home. My father's foot is broken, and now I'm the one herding the sheep."

Qin Anjiang still remained vigilant. How could it be such a coincidence that such a child appeared when they were lost?

"Where is your mother? Why is General Cheng in the Western Jin Dynasty?"

Cheng Sigui answered truthfully, "My mother died of illness two years ago. My father told me that he volunteered to come to the Western Jin Dynasty to investigate ten years ago, but was discovered and tortured half to death. It was my mother who saved him. He couldn't walk anymore, so he stayed here from then on."

"My father taught me how to speak Daqi and write! I know how much my father wants to go back. You should take him back!"

Ji Yunzhang looked at Qin Anjiang, "Can you trust it?"

Qin Anjiang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Go and have a look. The customs of the Western Jin Dynasty are special. Often, no one can be seen within a ten-mile radius. Therefore, they often don't know who the ruler is. They are indifferent and worship gods."

"So maybe we can just go to the herdsmen's house and hide our whereabouts better."

Cheng Sigui kept talking a lot along the way. In the end, he simply ignored the sheep and ran quickly towards the tent.

When I got closer, I found that the tent was not big. There were two horses tied at the door, and a simple stool was fixed on one of them.

When the people in the tent heard the noise outside, they said in the dialect of the Western Jin Dynasty, "Have you finished herding the sheep so soon?"

Before Qin Anjiang drew his knife, Cheng Sigui excitedly replied in Daqi dialect, "Dad! I really met someone from Daqi!"

The next moment, a middle-aged man with only one leg stumbled out and almost fell.

When he saw Ji Yunzhang's familiar face, his eyes, which were filled with the years, immediately turned red.

"General..."

(End of this chapter)