After checking the military supplies, Yang Shu returned to the shop where Lian Ran was housed.
Sitting at the table, Yang Shu watched from day to night. There was no light in the room, his face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
If this girl is related to Yang Zibao, the old man will blame himself to death.
Being skinny is only secondary, the key is injuries everywhere.
If he hadn't happened to meet him today, he might have died.
Hearing the low hum, Yang Shu lit the lamp.
"Wake up." Yang Shu said warmly, "Don't be afraid, I have no ill intentions towards you."
Yang Shu didn't come close, fearing to arouse Lian Ran's resistance.
"While bandaging, the doctor found a wooden plaque in your sleeve."
Lian Ran immediately touched her sleeves, but the thick gauze hindered her movement.
"Don't worry, it's here." Yang Shu walked over and handed the wooden sign to Lian Ran, "You are seriously injured, you can't move."
Lian Ran glanced around, but when she saw the jar beside her, she relaxed.
"Your surname is Yang?"
Lian Ran lowered his eyes and shook his head.
"Thank you." Lian Ran said to Yang Shu with a broken voice.
"My surname is Yang." Yang Shu sat back, keeping a distance so as not to oppress Lian Ran.
Lian Ran looked at him with confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't understand what he meant.
"Did someone else give you the wooden sign?" Yang Shu took a sip of tea and asked casually.
Lian Ran nodded.
Yang Shu rolled his eyes slightly and continued: "There are two wooden plaques. One is in the hands of King Ding. His has not been lost. The other is with his brother."
"Girl, for saving my life, can you tell me the whereabouts of the owner of the wooden sign?"
Lian Ran coughed and asked, "What is your relationship with King Ding's Mansion?"
"Do you have to kill them all?"
"Kill them all? Why do you say this?" Yang Shu turned his head, looking puzzled.
"The Yang family has rebelled. Don't you just want to find out their descendants and execute them." Lian Ran was short of breath and spoke intermittently.
Yang Shu chuckled and was too lazy to test it. Anyway, he wanted to take it back to Huining County.
"My surname is Yang, and I have a single name. King Yang Lian is my grandfather. The Yang family has indeed rebelled. Now, they call me King Qin."
Lian Ran's pupils narrowed and he stared at Yang Shu.
"Do not believe?"
"It's really hard to prove it to you. Even if I show you my private seal, you probably won't recognize it."
"That's all, I've said it all, and I don't care about revealing anything anymore. In my hands, you won't have any chance of contacting outsiders."
"The Xinjiang Bei Army is now in charge of the Wei Si. He is my man. After Xiao Jun retreats this time, I will attack Jian'an and tear down Emperor Yan."
"He is busy arranging his troops right now and can't spare any time. He can let you see him when he is free."
"Can you lower your guard?"
"Are you really Yang Shu?" Lian Ran bit his lip.
"Would I lie to you? Do you have something that can be used? You are so thin. The medical expenses spent on you are enough for me to find several plump ones."
Lian Ran retracted her hand. After struggling, she looked at Yang Shu and said, "The wooden sign belongs to grandpa."
Yang Shu raised his eyes and asked, "Where is he?"
Lian Ran looked at Jar and his eyes turned red, "Grandpa said he wanted to go home."
The bitterness and grievances along the way made Lian Ran unable to remain calm anymore and sobbed.
"Grandpa can't return home, and the king is gone." Lian Ran murmured.
Yang Shu was silent. The old man was still alive, but knowing this, he was so scared that his heart was cut with a knife.
The brother I had cared for for most of my life turned into ashes and was about to return to him. On the way, the urn was smashed and almost let the wind blow up.
"Why did you come back now?" Yang Shu sighed.
Lian Ran smiled sadly, thinking of the story his grandfather often told, and unconsciously replied to Yang Shu, "He killed people, killed many people."
"My legs are disabled again and I can no longer go to the battlefield. How can I stay in the territory that my brothers have shed their blood to protect?"
Yang Shu was silent. At his most energetic age, Yang Zibao suffered a severe fall and three thousand lives, destroying all his pride.
Throughout my life, I can't let it go.
"Your parents? Brothers and sisters?" Yang Shuqing asked.
"They are all dead." Lian Ran said in a low voice.
"Recover from your injuries first. When we return to Huining County, I will register your family tree." Yang Shu changed the subject.
"Don't worry about anything. In the future, there will be a big brother." Yang Shu looked at Lian Ran with soft eyes.
He picks up people randomly and actually picks up his own girl, which shows that he has been doing good deeds on a daily basis.
"The doctor said that your face just touched something you shouldn't touch. Keep applying the medicine and the rash will go away."
"Are you hungry? There's porridge in the kitchen, and I'll bring it to you."
Looking at Yang Shu's leaving figure, Lian Ran grabbed the quilt. Everything was too beautiful, and she was a little scared.
Afraid that when I open my eyes, it's just a dream.
"Kings."
Fang Zhuang approached Yang Shu and said in a low voice, "He's from Rongguo."
"I know, she just said it."
Yang Shu stirred the meat porridge twice and walked forward.
"When you recognize your ancestor, don't call me girl, call me Princess."
"What?" Fang Zhuang's eyes widened.
"Yang Zibao's granddaughter."
Fang Zhuang was completely dumbfounded, "Your Majesty, are you being deceived?"
"Isn't the Marshal's brother dead?"
Yang Shu gave Fang Zhuang an idea, "Your king has eyes as good as a monkey. Who can cheat in front of me?"
"Go prepare the girl's clothes and shoes."
After sending Fang Zhuang away, Yang Shu entered the house.
"You've been hungry for too long, so you shouldn't eat anything else. When you're done, I'll make braised lion's head for you." Yang Shu put down the bowl, helped Lianran sit up, and spoke warmly.
"This is also my first time as a big brother. If there are any bad things, you have to point them out."
After scooping out a spoonful of porridge, Yang Shu fed it to Lian Ran.
"Why don't you doubt me?"
"Why are you doubting it? When you look at it, it's the Yang family." Yang Shu blew the porridge, and if Lian Ran's despair and grief were staged, he would admit it.
Yang Shu knew a thing or two about what was going on in Rongguo. Lian Ran, a little girl, holding Yang Zibao's ashes and encountering the Wei Si siege, was able to come to the north of Xinjiang. Her willpower and resilience were extraordinary.
The little girl has endured so many hardships, and it has become clear that the Yang family is not worthy of the hardships of this journey.
"You don't have to be reserved in front of big brother."
"I'm obviously very hungry. Are you satisfied with this small sip?" Yang Shu chuckled.
Lian Ran blushed slightly and felt a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry, my brother is here, I won't be hungry."
Whether in modern times or here, Yang Shu has no younger sister. The feeling of being an older brother is indeed great.
Yang Shu liked Lian Ran. Although the little girl was frail, she was not weak. She was fierce and tough in her bones, and most importantly, she had clear eyes.
People who are close to each other will not feel strange even if they get along for a short time.
After feeding the porridge, Yang Shu looked at Lian Ran and said, "Brother, please listen?"
"If you can't say it out loud, brother can do it."
Facing Yang Shu's expectant gaze, Lian Ran whispered: "Brother."
Lian Ran is not a shy person, but too many things have happened recently, and a thick layer of ice has been erected in her heart, and she is wary of everyone.
If Yang Shu didn't understand clearly what he said, Lian Ran would only shrink himself.
She can't tell the difference between good and evil in people's hearts. The less she says, the less likely she is to make mistakes.
