Daqin: in the Beginning, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Ancestors

After washing away the soil, Yan Lingji really looks like a weed, her skin is like sebum, her teeth are fresh, her bright eyes are good, she supports her power, and she is magnificent and elegant.

Yingxuan couldn't help but wonder if the watery face could be squeezed out of water by him.

He also put on new clothes. This is a sleeveless dark red dress that Ying Xuan specially asked Xin Lan to buy according to his memory.

As we all know, in the Qin Dynasty, the clothing industry was extremely developed. Although it was sleeveless, there were two bright red silks wrapped around her arms, which made Yan Lingji's complexion even more fair.

There is also a white belt, which outlines a slender waist that can be grasped. There are two red silks on the left and right at the back, similar to bows, which float lightly on the skirt, highlighting the feeling of a goddess.

Yan Lingji didn't know whether it was because it was a little hot after the bath, or because of Ying Xuan's absent-minded gaze, she lowered her head slightly, and a hint of blush appeared.

For Yan Lingji, she has no place to return, her hometown was burned by the out-of-control flames, and her homeland Baiyue was also caught in the iron hoof of the cold country.

So she had nowhere to go, but at this time Ying Xuan appeared in front of her and gave Yanling Ji a place to live.

Yan Lingji had no choice but to go with the situation, because she didn't know where else she could go, so she might as well stay here and watch the changes.

At this time, Xin Lan also really felt the charm of this younger sister. Sure enough, her son prefers people of the same age.

The three of them sat beside the window, and they could see part of the streets of Xianyang City.

While sipping the tea, I looked at the scenery and people on the street.

The chaotic world is also a world of great competition, but at present, the capitals of the Seven Kingdoms are still very prosperous, and they have not been affected too much by the chaotic times.

There are young children playing and playing in front of their own houses, and there are merchants who carry loads, shuttle back and forth in the streets and alleys, trying to sell some goods to make a living, and there are also city defense soldiers going back and forth to guard against trouble.

Despite the hard work, there are still many simple smiles on the faces of the people.

In the hustle and bustle, the tranquility of the capital is revealed.

"Yan, what did you see?" Ying Xuan asked a very interesting question while leaning back comfortably.

Yan Lingji didn't know what Yingxuan meant by this question, and didn't mind Yingxuan calling her that: "Children, merchant, soldier?"

"Not bad." Ying Xuan also looked out the window, as if he was looking at the people below, and through this scene, he seemed to be looking at some kind of future in the distance: "Children are carefree and play happily, and their family can take care of them. "

"The merchant works hard, but he can also earn some money to support his parents, wife and children."

"Even if the soldiers are in the capital, they are diligent and diligent, patrolling every day, and guarding their homes."

"Everyone has their own thing to do, so Homura, what do you want to do?"

Ying Xuan's question made Yan Lingji somewhat difficult to answer.She was in a confused stage, not knowing where she could go, let alone what she could do.

To put it bluntly, Yan Lingji doesn't know what she lives for.This is also the purpose of Ying Xuan's question. He also does not want Yan Lingji to be in a daze, so she has to find a target for her.

In the original book, Yan Lingji also had no goals. Joining Tianze to help her restore Baiyue did not seem too urgent, which was enough to show that this was not something that would make her motivated.

So Ying Xuan wanted to give her a goal.

Yan Lingji looked out the window in confusion and asked her mind over and over again, but she was young at this age, and her mental age was not too old. Naturally, she couldn't think about such philosophical issues.

At this time, Ying Xuan no longer leaned on his back, but leaned forward slightly, getting closer to Yan Lingji: "Yan, to tell the truth, in my dream, I once saw the scene when your flame was out of control."

Yanling Ji's blue pupils widened because of the words 'flame out of control', and her breathing became short, but at this moment, Ren Yingxuan held her hand, and the flames rose again.

Xin Lan, who was next to her, was a little startled, but seeing Ying Xuan still holding her firmly, she knew that she was in the control of her son.

Yan Lingji also looked at the flame and frowned desperately to take it back, but the flame didn't move with her mind anyway.

Very stubborn and disobedient, he was burning Ying Xuan's palm.

"Then what you want to do most now is to completely control your own flames? No more runaway flames to hurt people you don't want to hurt."

"Don't let the flames go because of resistance. You need to restrain it and control it. This is what you want to do most now."

Ying Xuan maintained a gentle expression and held Yan Lingji's small hand tightly. These words were like a morning bell and a drum at dusk, which rang suddenly in Yan Lingji's heart and echoed repeatedly.

Yes, if you can fully control the fire, then the village will not burn down, the family will not be reduced to ashes, and everything will be better.

Feeling that Ying Xuan's palm is firmly and firmly holding her, and she is not afraid of the burning of the flame, Yan Lingji has a different feeling.

Before, she could only feel the scorching heat of the flames in her hands.

But this time is different. In addition to Le Yan's scorching heat, there is another, very, very warm temperature on the palm.

This kind of temperature, different from the flame that made her resist, could even warm her heart, and even gave her the idea of ​​wanting to hold this warmth forever.

Yan Lingji's expression changed from hesitant and painful, to firmness, and finally to a particularly shallow smile.

The breeze was blowing lightly outside the window, and the unbelievably supple hair fluttered in the direction of the house. Under the sunlight and the breeze blowing, the Yanling Ji in front of her was like a smiling goddess.

He looked up and met Ying Xuan's eyes: "Thanks to you, I seem to have found what I want to do the most."

"But don't let go easily until I'm in complete control."

"Don't worry, as I said, I will never let go of my concubine's hand..."

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Chapter [-] Letter from Yongcheng

In Xianyang, Qin State, it was late at night. There was a mysterious small building on the first floor. A strong carrier pigeon flew over, with a bundle of silk tied to its legs.

A man with a spider pattern mask took off the silk, and just as he was about to send it out, he saw a pure black long sword lying across his neck.

This person started to break out in cold sweat: "Mr. Xuan, Xuan Jian... What does this mean?"