By decree and pro

Chapter 132 Red Gravel

"Go to your famous teacher and become an excellent apprentice." Yan thumped Usman's shoulder, and then said, "I have something to tell you."

"I'll help you lie down." Usman didn't forget that Yan was having an abortion.

"I don't need you to help me, I'm not that delicate." Yan put his pillow up a bit, half lying down, Usman wrapped his arms around his shoulders and hugged him.

"What do you want to say?" Usman asked, then remembered something, and said, "You can't go to Yancheng yet, you have to rest for two more days."

"Before I say that, I would like to ask, how is the excavation going today?"

"I unearthed some gold tablets, some bronze jugs, pots and utensils, and nothing else."

"Usman, do you still remember why I went out of the palace to explore the seven ancient cities?"

"Remember, you want to find out the origin of the Wuque family."

"Well. But now, I want to take it easy."

"Huh?" Usman was very surprised, looked at Yan and said, "Didn't you always want to know the answer?"

"That's right. But I was anxious before because I was married to you in a fake way. It would be a lot of nights and dreams. Of course, the sooner I know the answer, the better. Then I can make peace with you and have nothing to do with you from now on. But now...you Don't make such a pitiful expression, I said it was 'the original', but it's different now."

"I know what you mean, but I'm still sad."

"Stop acting." Yan gave Usman a sideways look and continued, "Since we are a real couple and I will live in Xiliang in the future, why rush to find the origin of Wuque? Let's talk about the seven ancient cities They have existed for thousands of years, and they don't care about waiting for a while to see the sun again. So I thought, instead of sleeping in the desert every day and being so busy, it's better to go back to the palace to give birth to the child, and then go out to dig Gucheng. Usman, what do you think?"

"Of course I have to go back to the palace first." Usman felt that Yan came out too hastily before, and now he is pregnant again. It would be best if he could go back to have a baby, but he would not interfere too much with what Yan wanted to do.

"Well, since you have no objection, let's make this decision. After the excavation in Yancheng is over, we will go back to the palace." Yan smiled and shook Usman's hand, "I am looking forward to the birth of the child. I don't know if he will be like you or me."

"Boys are like you, girls are like me."

"Why?"

"I said, Yanyan, don't be angry."

"Well, don't be angry."

"Don't you think I'm a bit prettier than you?" Usman said, "In terms of beauty, of course I win, but in terms of strength..."

"You're itchy again, aren't you?" Yan squeezed Usman's fingers hard, and Usman frowned: "Oh, daughter-in-law, be merciful!"

"Who is your wife."

"You are."

"You are my wife!" Yan pulled Usman and straddled him.

"Then..." Usman raised his face, smiled and asked for a kiss, "Kiss your wife quickly."

"You!" Only then did Yan realize that he was fooled again.

"How can there be a husband who doesn't love his wife?"

"Who said I don't love you anymore?" Yan leaned over and kissed Usman's forehead.

"Do you think I'm a child?" Usman pointed at his mouth dissatisfied, "I want my husband to kiss here, here~."

"You really..." Yan was extremely ashamed, probably because Usman who acted like a baby was too cute, his face was flushed, but he still kissed Usman's high pursed lips.

However, just when Usman wanted to kiss him back, Yan's expression changed, and he rolled and crawled off the bed. Usman hurriedly supported him, and Yan picked up the spittoon on the ground and began to vomit.

"Yanyan." Usman was very distressed, and kept patting Yan's back until he finished vomiting, then got up and brought him some tea to rinse his mouth.

"It's fine after you spit it out, don't worry about me." Yan calmed down, took a handkerchief to wipe his lips, and comforted Usman.

"Well, I know." Usman said with a smile on his face, his heart ached for a long time, but he couldn't conceive Yan, which was what made him upset.

"Usman."

"Ok?"

"If you are worried about me, just tell me directly, there is no need to hold back yourself."

"what?"

"I said it in your ear last time, have you forgotten?" Yan stared at Usman, "When I met you, it was the same as meeting a demon and a demon. My heart and my soul have been taken away by you long ago." Yes. What you think in your heart is also what I think, and what you want in your heart is also what I want, understand?"

"Yanyan..." Usman was very moved. He hugged Yan and whispered in his ear, "I love you. Without you, I would never know how happy it is to fall in love with someone in this life one thing."

Yan leaned his head on Usman's shoulder and said with a smile: "If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid I would never understand what love is. Usman, no matter in this life or in the next life, I will only love you. I will only spoil you alone."

"Yanyan." Usman hugged Yan in his arms tightly, kissed his hair, and kept saying, "I love you..."

Because the ancient Yancheng exists inside the cliff, the houses and courtyards are generally well preserved, and except for the initial accidental casualties, no more unfortunate things happened.

The saying that "if you don't see Yancheng, you will be safe" gradually subsided. Yan sat on the downward sloping stone slope, holding a charcoal pencil, and drew the outline of Yancheng between the interlaced light and shadow.

The scene here is beyond dreaming, Yan can only record it with pen and ink.The dingy stone house at the bottom of the deep pit seemed to come from the underworld. The living people lived in the house underneath, and the coffins of the dead were hung high on the surrounding cliffs. It's weird.

Yan depicted the passage down to the ancient city, thinking that apart from these support points for rock climbing, there must be other ways to get to the bottom of the pit, because there are still old people and children buried in the wooden coffin, and it is impossible for them to climb almost vertically like this Down.

It’s just that these methods can’t be found now. The more detailed the charcoal pencil in Yan’s hand is to describe the rows of ancient stone roofs, the more he admires the wisdom and bravery of the ancient Yancheng people.

They used the naturally formed caves to build their homes with local materials. It is no wonder that they have been hidden so deeply that no one has been able to find them for so many years.

While Yan was in charge of recording, Usman was directing the excavation work. They wanted to find some writings or ancient relics with sacrificial significance. Excluding the two palm-sized tablets made of pure gold that were dug a few days ago, the rest Most of them are everyday things.

Marks of crows and crow spirits can be seen everywhere in Yancheng, but the Wuque pattern related to the Wuque family was not found, which made Yan somewhat regretful.

The return trip is also being arranged, pack up your bags, store all the important items, and bring them back to Dan Yang for further research.

As for the follow-up research and site protection of Kule and Yancheng, Yan will also make proper arrangements.

The third ancient city "Snake Yi" is quite far away, Yan thinks he can't go there for now, but he can select a few people with new blades from the current expedition team, and go to investigate first.

And this list must be drawn up before you can leave with confidence.

When Yan's charcoal pen was painting the stone waterfall on the top of the cliff, someone came to spread the word: the epigraph scholar Tevikir came and asked to see the queen.

"Why did he come here?" Yan was both surprised and excited. Taiweiker had been staying in the ancient city of Kule to do research, and now he came here suddenly, so he must have discovered something new.

Yan rode back on a camel, and when he entered the tent, Tevikir was talking to Usman, when he saw Yan coming, he immediately saluted: "Queen."

Afterwards, he saluted again, "I'm glad to hear that you have won a baby girl. Congratulations! May you and your baby be in good health."

This was the first time someone congratulated him seriously, Yan Kui was embarrassed, his cheeks were slightly red and he said: "Thank you."

"I have lived up to your entrustment. I have finally deciphered the pictures on the wall and the inscriptions on the altar." Taivikr not only looked dusty, but also thinner, and his beard was almost bigger than His face was getting bigger, but he was in good spirits, and his whole body was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Yan walked to the desk, and Usman pulled a chair for Yan to sit down and listen, while he himself stood beside Yan.

"Tell me," Usman said.

"Yes, Your Majesty and Queen." Taivikr took a deep breath, and then said, "These pictures and texts all have a warning meaning, indicating that a catastrophe is coming. In addition, when we were cleaning up the ruins, we found that there were many A little dark red gravel is mixed with it, and it is speculated that this disaster is related to the legendary sandstorm."

"Is it 'Red Flame'?" Yan raised his eyes and asked Taivikir.

"You know?" Taivikir was a little surprised, "This is a very old legend, and not many people in Xiliang know it today."

"I heard Feralas mention it. He said that the tower of priests called this kind of sandstorm that can exterminate all living beings 'the fire of red flames'." Yan frowned slightly, "I thought he was exaggerating, but I didn't expect it to be true. The red dust storm... Usman, do you know?"

"When I was a child in the priest's tower, Bai Mufa mentioned the red flame fire. It is more like a legendary disaster. Tyvikir, did you bring the red gravel?"

"Yes, but not many, and they disappear quickly."

"Will it disappear?" Yan asked in disbelief.

"Yes, when it was first dug out, the color was quite red. At first glance, I thought it was fragments of onyx, but when the wind blows, those fragments become even more fragmented, similar to ashes, and the color is also light. Is it okay to be humble? It's easier to keep some." Tevekir took out a small cloth bag tightly tied with a leather cord from the back of his sleeve.

Tyvekir untied the rope and flattened the crumpled cloth bag. Inside was a handful of dust, no different from ordinary sand.

Yan looked closer and looked again, and vaguely saw some dark red: "Is this really the fire of red flames? It looks like ordinary sand."

"On the way here, it faded a little more." Tevikir said regretfully.

"Do you think you will find 'Red Flame' in Yancheng?" Yan suddenly raised his head and asked.

"It's possible." Usman nodded, "I'll let them pay close attention."

"I really want to stay here for a while longer," Yan said.

"Then stay a little longer." Usman smiled softly and looked at Yan.

"You are too uninitiated, why do you say back when I say back, and you say stay when I say stay." Yan stared at Usman, "What's on your mind?"

"Yanyan, what do you mean by 'own opinion'?" Usman asked with a smile.

"You don't know your own opinion? It refers to people who have their own opinions. Those who have their own opinions in everything and don't follow the trend, how smart, confident, and capable of self-discrimination and decision-making."

"now it's right."

"What's wrong?"

"Yanyan, you are such a smart, confident and decisive person. If that's the case, why should I oppose your arrangements and decisions? It's wise to follow your words."

"Hmm..." These words are well-founded, Yan couldn't find a reason to refute, so he nodded with a smile, "That's a good statement."

Taivikir faced the two of them, his eyes didn't know where to look, it was the first time he saw someone flirting like this, and he didn't expect the king to be like this—wife slave.

But from the fact that he would sneak around in disguise, you can get a glimpse of it.Tevikir's expression was extremely serious, as if he was concentrating on the matter of the red sand.

"But I won't stay for a while longer," Yan said again, "The excavation won't be completed for a while, but the child can't afford to delay, so we have to go back to Danyang quickly, and there is a troublesome guy over there ...I think he probably knows about you sneaking out of the palace. No matter how much Feralas pretends, he can't fool that vixen."

"Are you talking about Dayan's regent? Don't pay too much attention to him." Usman said, "But let's go back soon."

"Hmph, you really want me to go back quickly."

"No, it's not always what you say between us." Usman simply pinched Yan's shoulder and acted coquettishly.

Tevikir's solemn expression could hardly be pretended anymore, he felt that his days of being alone were so pitiful and wanted to cry.

"Tevikir," Yan finally remembered that he was still there, "What was the deciphered text you said earlier? But it has something to do with the red flame?"

"By the way, words." Taivikr hurriedly said, "Back to the queen, although these pictures and inscriptions contain many contents, they all point to one word in the end."

"One word?" Usman and Yan asked in unison.

"Yes, this is very rare," said Tevekir. "Generally speaking, ancient texts will record a piece of history or the life of the owner, and rarely point to a single word."

"What is that word?" Yan was curious.