In fact, before asking him this question, I would somehow guess the answer to this question, but I had prepared so many possible answers, but I didn't prepare these three words.

Three words that caught Qinghan and I a little off guard.

Longxi Army!

Qinghan and I met Mr. Hu in Fengxiang City. After knowing the origin of the chain mail and the past of the Longxi Army, we have been interested in this army that was once stationed in Longxi but did not leave any record. However, it was only because of interest. After all, that was a hundred years ago. Even the army with amazing combat effectiveness would not be more lethal than a kitchen knife placed in front of us.

However, after arriving at the imperial tomb, I heard Lao Ji on the roadside say that the imperial tomb was built here to suppress evil spirits, which reminded me of the Longxi Army that was buried in the dust of time?

However, all this is just speculation, and there is no fact that can prove that our speculation is related to reality.

However, Yu Wenying said that his purpose of coming here was for the Longxi Army!

Qinghan and I were already breathing significantly. He looked at us, looked at our obviously confused expressions, and then said, "You are not surprised at all. It seems that you are not completely unfamiliar with the Longxi Army. Do you already know something about the Longxi Army?"

Qinghan and I looked at each other.

Qinghan said, "If you want to know, you really know a little."

"What do you know?"

"We know that there was an army stationed in Longxi once. They were well-equipped and had strong combat power. At least now, it seems that there is no problem to fight ten. And we also know that the armor they wore is extremely difficult to obtain now - chain mail."

Yu Wenying nodded: "Everyone knows the chain mail. It seems that you really know a little. However, judging from your age, you shouldn't know the Longxi Army, and it's even more impossible to know so much. Everyone knows the chain mail."

I smiled and said, "I just like to listen to stories. Some people say that, let's just listen to some."

"Oh? Someone said it? Who said it?"

“…”

I just smiled without answering. Yu Wenying glanced at Qinghan and me, and then smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

Qinghan said: "It seems that Mr. Yuwen knows a lot about this Longxi Army."

“…”

Yu Wenying smiled like me, looking like she had made a promise but didn't plan to say more.

It seems that this person is really hard to deal with.

Before in Tianjin City, I only saw his heroic spirit and superb martial arts; in Yuwen Mansion, I only saw his grief and anger in the face of Xie Feng and his helplessness in the face of Yuwen Kang, but now I realize that he is definitely not a brave but unscrupulous martial artist. The descendants of the Eight Pillar Kingdom of the previous dynasty are indeed more difficult than the other.

At this moment, another cold wind blew over the sand and gravel. Qinghan shrank slightly, and I realized that the three of us were far away from the fire. Although it was midsummer now, the climate in this place was different from that of the Central Plains. Even if the earth was already burned by the sun at noon, it still had to surround the fire at night to get a little warmth. Qinghan's body could not stand the cold weather.

I hurriedly said, "Go back quickly."

Seeing him like this, Yu Wenying hurriedly protected him with me to return to the nearest fire. The guards immediately retreated to the other side. Qinghan had a pale face and stretched out his hands to roast the fire for a while before he recovered a little bloody color.

I brought him some hot water from the other side.

Yu Wenying looked at him for a while and said, "I heard you were poisoned."

Qinghan took a sip of hot water, took a breath, and reluctantly smiled and said, "I can't die."

"You are open-minded."

"I have lived to this day, and my fame, fortune, power, and position are gone. Such a person will always be more neat than others when he dies."

I immediately glared at him: "What's going to die? What's nonsense? I want to 'live'!"

When he saw me angry, he immediately softened his voice and said, "I'm joking."

Yu Wenying looked at us quietly for a while, and then said, "But, you are already like this, why do you still follow us to the imperial tomb?" As she said that, she glanced at me: "You said you wanted him to survive, are you not worried at all, what will happen in such a place?"

“…”

I felt bitter but couldn't say it, but I smiled lightly: "If something really happens, sitting at home will bring disaster from the sky. But to be honest, Mr. Yuwen, this time I came to the northwest, I am really interested in the Longxi Army. Why does this army have such excellent equipment and powerful combat power, but it has not been left in history?"

He forced the topic back to the Longxi Army.

But this time, Yu Wenying didn't have much resistance on her face. She just looked at him deeply and said, "Is there anything that is worth wondering about?"

“…”

"Now you are going to ask who the emperor of the previous dynasty was, what he did, and how many people will remember it?"

“…”

My face sank slightly.

Yu Wenying's words were probably just unintentional involvement, but they pierced my heart. Qinghan couldn't help but look at me and immediately said with a reluctant smile: "But it's not a single thing left in history."

Yu Wenying smiled faintly and said, "This is very simple. If someone doesn't want their affairs to be kept in history, then naturally they won't be able to stay."

"Someone doesn't want to?"

Something seemed to have been slapped in my heart, and ripples appeared one after another: "Who doesn't want it?"

"Who do you say? Who can make an army unable to leave any trace in history?"

“…”

Qinghan and I subconsciously looked at each other. Neither of us spoke, but the two words were spoken at the same time.

emperor!

Really the emperor?

It seems that only the emperor and the emperor's orders can erase all the records of the Longxi Army in history.

But, is it really the emperor?

I tilted my head vaguely, and a huge bonfire was hanging in a corner of my eyes. Pei Yuanhao seemed to be still sitting there, saying something to Miaoyan, but he didn't notice us.

Is it him, or Pei Ji? Or, it is the Gao Emperor?

I couldn't help but remember what the old man Lao Ji said on the street - the imperial tomb was built here to suppress evil spirits and to suppress those wronged souls who died.

Could it be that this is really the case?
Chapter completed!