The Great Tang: World Martial God

At dusk, the sky is red.

The tower with the ancient seal characters of Anqing is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Jinhui irradiated the potholes of the city wall, and cast a mottled shadow on the broken bricks with arrows.

At the head of the city, the dark red seeps into the boulder, silently telling the sad song of the military commander.

Beautiful eyes stared at the conspicuous color through the veil, took a deep breath for a long time, looked away, looked at the gate of the city to check the people's soldiers.

The light yarn floats, and there are pleasant words.

"Be alert, let's go into town."

The three women beside them all had the same shading hats, and they were not wrapped in the strong clothes of the past. They put on a loose linen shirt, and they were dressed in a peasant style.

Entering the city so easily made the four of them particularly surprised. They walked in trouble with a little anxiety and a little novelty, and a familiar feeling came to their hearts.

Stepping on the bluestone floor, the surrounding people did not have the trembling and fear of the past, and even clustered together in twos and threes, talking and laughing as the owner picked up some gold and silver hairpins outside the city.

Looking around, there were rows of vendors selling them, and the well-dressed rich man handed a few copper plates, took two shortbreads, swaggered his hands, and walked towards the mansion.

Children in short shirts were chasing among the crowds wandering in the street to enjoy the cool. The screaming woman pushed aside the crowd, grabbed them, and sternly reprimanded.

The sturdy man picked up the empty baskets, hung his smiley faces, and greeted the vendors beside him. In their enviable eyes, they hummed folk songs and left slowly.

A scene I haven't seen for many years now miraculously reappears in front of my eyes, and my slim figure is suddenly startled.

"This... is this really our Goguryeo people?"

Astonished words sounded softly behind him, and it was hard to believe that this was Anqing City under the control of Datang.

"Could it be that Tang Hao gave them all the ecstasy decoction? Can they live like this after attacking and occupying the city?"

"They... don't they have a hint of hatred?"

"Sister, do you know why this is?"

The three looked at the quietly standing back figure in front of them, as if they wanted this figure to give a reasonable explanation.

a long time.

Called the figure of Sister Sister, said lightly.

"Let's go."

When the steps were taken, a loud cry came from the front.

"This... this is understandable? Datang's five baht is worth more than the copper plate."

Listening to this familiar voice, the woman was stunned and looked over.

The burly man was holding a coin and gestured in front of a vendor.

Perhaps because of the tall and mighty figure, coupled with the rough and wild voice, the vendor cringed a little, leaning against the stone wall behind him, staring at the silver armor, waving his hands, and saying some Goguryeo native words in his mouth.

Perhaps the strong man wanted to spread the utensils, pointed his finger at a pile of silver hairpins on the ground, and pointed to the coins in his hand, and asked.

"Is this enough?"

Seeing the woman shook her head in a panic, she withdrew the consistent coin from her arms, held it in her hand, and asked.

"What about these? Always the money, shouldn't it be enough?"

The panicked vendor could understand the brawny man's Chinese, and he held his head with both hands, swinging and whimpering.

Jin Xiang who saw this scene already knew the reason, took a lotus step, and walked up.

He took the coins in the hands of the strong man and placed them on the counter table, speaking from a foreign language, asking the stall owner.

Seeing the familiar words, the trader girl looked a little excited, and only then did she know what the brawny man meant during the conversation.

Slightly timidly, he took a look at the strong man and bowed his hand.

The brawny man with an ignorant face saw a strange woman helping him out, a touch of joy appeared on his cheeks, he looked at the figure squatting down and talking, and quickly thanked him.

After a moment of conversation, the woman who set up the stall pushed the coin aside, and in the eyes of the strong man, she pinched the silver hairpin and put her hands in front of the strong man.

The brawny man widened his eyes in astonishment, looking at the woman at the stall, and finally there was a look of help in his eyes, and he looked at the woman who was covered by the gauze, with a hint of loss in the faint.

"She... Is this... Not enough money?"

The figure who had just got up hung his head slightly, and did not turn his face away, as a light voice came from behind the black gauze.

"She wants to send you."

"Datang's military division returned the city to her, and her master specially warned that the military pawn's money cannot be collected."

The strong man stepped back and waved his hand again and again, anxiously.

"This... how can this work!"

"Where is there a reason to take people's utensils and not give money!"

"No coins, this thing...I can't ask for it."

The face under the black gauze smiled softly, with a bit of bitterness.

He took the five baht and placed it on the desk, took the silver hairpin, and stuffed it with the usual coin to the strong man.

"She said, five baht is enough."

The voice fell, the figure staggered, and a quiet voice came.

"Your sweet wife should be very happy."

The strong man took the money and the silver hairpin, and he stunned when he heard the words coldly.

"what?"

When the figure went away, she just remembered, and shouted at the figure from behind.

"I...I haven't been married yet."

"This is... it's a dowry for my sister in my family."

Seeing the silhouettes of people mixing into the shuttle crowd, the strong man squeezed the silver hairpin with a smile, and arched his hands at the merchant woman.

"Thanks, thank you!"