There is indeed everything in the dream.

That night, the dream of ancestors, which had not appeared for a long time, appeared again.

Border town, ancient road.

This is the only way for Persian merchants to travel to China. As a fortress, over the years, a large market town has been formed. Persian merchants who were tired of traveling have rested here and traded relatively heavy goods here. Central Plains merchants also set up stalls here to purchase Persian goods, and sell small things to the people of the Western Regions.

There are not so many rules in this place. A piece of colorful cloth is a stall. From a distance, it looks colorful and beautiful.

Xia Yuzhou found himself in white again, standing on a high slope, looking at the crowd below with interest: "The Hu people's street market is really interesting. Did you come from here?"

He stretched out his slender fingers and pointed at the Persian merchant walking in the distance. The camel was covered with goods, and a few ragged men were tied with ropes behind him.

"Ah, I came with the caravan, but I am not a slave led by a rope," beside me was a young man who was exactly the same as Si Jun. He blinked his blue eyes with a smile and shook the silver singing in his hand. "I am a noble family and I have money to pay for the travel expenses. I just sat on the camel and sang all the way. Those Persian merchants liked to listen to me tell stories."

His foreign servant had already changed into the short cloth clothes worn by the people of the Central Plains, and worked diligently to hold an umbrella for him.

"Haha," Xia Yuzhou sneered and glanced at him, "Are you sure they understand your bird's song?"

“…”

As the scene changed, Xia Yuzhou, who was not afraid of sunlight, walked in the street market with his hands behind his back. The lush and expensive robes made the little merchants dare not approach, or even dared to look directly at him, but only looked at the guards beside him timidly.

"What mirror do you want to order to the Persians? Where is that person?" As if he was tired of walking around, he turned around and asked Blue Eyes. Before he could answer, there was a commotion in the street market and a black shadow rushed over.

"Brush!" The two guards drew their swords and slapped the rushing shadows on the ground with lightning speed. The human body fell to the ground and stirred up dust and yellow sand, dirtying the snow-white clothes.

Xia Yuzhou slowly lowered his eyes and brushed away the dust of his clothes. Then he slowly looked at the guy pressed to the ground. It was a ragged young man wearing a linen vest that could not even be called a clothes, covered with whip marks and blood.

The young man raised his head with difficulty. His high nose bridge and deep eye sockets were very beautiful, but his fair skin had a terrible burn, which completely ruined the handsome face. He murmured a string of birds, his eyes full of begging.

Xia Yuzhou frowned involuntarily and asked Blue Eyes: "What are you talking about?"

"Si Jun" sighed: "What he said is different from my native language, it should be in the dialect of other countries. Fortunately, I am standing in front of you, a knowledgeable bard..."

Xia Yuzhou: "So, what did he say?"

The bard said, "…he said, sir, please save me."

Xia Yuzhou took an umbrella from the stall and squatted down slowly to cover the sunlight shining on the young man's face. The wound on his cheeks that were still deteriorating suddenly stopped.

A bearded businessman ran over with a horse whip and apologized in a strange accent: "Please forgive me, my slave suddenly ran away and disturbed you."

Xia Yuzhou widened his eyes and looked at Si Jun.

Si Jun smiled slightly and expressed his default.

"It's indeed a wonderful morning." I don't adapt to this Western romance, but it doesn't prevent Xia Yuzhou from finding it interesting.

"Butler Luo also picked roses for himself. I missed some big news when I got up late. For example, the young patriarch of our family has already decided on the candidate?" The seventh cousin, whom I met last night, walked out of the next room and nodded gracefully to Si Jun.

Xia Yuzhou felt that his hands were itchy and wanted to hit someone.

Ron was not angry at all and still smiled: "No such thing is it. Did Master Seven sleep well last night?"

"To be honest, it's not good," said the seventh cousin, looking at Xia Yuzhou. "I always hear strange sounds at night, making it difficult to fall asleep."

Si Jun frowned and turned his face coldly: "It is recorded in the family history that there are heroic spirits of ancestors in this house. If you have insomnia at night, you should reflect on whether you have done something that makes your ancestors dissatisfied."

This was the first time that the seventh cousin was so bluntly attacked by Si Jun and was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Xia Yuzhou looked at Si Jun who suddenly spoke sharply, and clapped his hands slightly to applaud him, like a little seal with bright eyes.

Alger happened to come over and broke the stalemate: "Young Master, Mr. Xia, the head of the family asked you to have breakfast together."

"Didn't my uncle call me?" The seventh cousin was dissatisfied. This way of notification was inappropriate. Usually, the person who sent the message would call him together.

However, the honest Alger didn't understand this: "Yes, I didn't call you."

The seventh cousin blushed and turned around and ran away in anger.

Xia Yuzhou was bored: "The real person really hates it. Did he bully you when he was a child?"

"Not," Si Jun shook his head, "He can't beat me, but he just likes to complain."

These cousins ​​are actually cousins, and everyone's surname is Si. But others have fathers, but he doesn't. When a conflict arises, the children complain, and other people's fathers will tend to their own children, but he only has uncles, but the uncle is the patriarch who must be fair and just. Over time, he will stop playing with his brothers, and will play the piano and play Lego in the house.

Xia Yuzhou felt uncomfortable and kissed Si Jun several times along the way: "If I have me in the future, I will only favor you."

Si Jun turned his head with red ears: "Okay, hurry up and don't let my uncle wait for a long time." Yizheng said, but the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

Ron walked in front with a smile, reminding the big knight who tilted his head to look at the little couple to pay attention to his feet: "Arger, this is such a wonderful morning."

Alger, who had just tripped on the carpet, said: "???"

Uncle Si only ordered them to have breakfast. After breakfast, he took Xia Yuzhou to the exhibition room to see the fragments of the Death Mirror.

This exhibition room is much larger than that in the house in Yanjing, and the decoration style is very similar. There is also a statue of ancestor Sinan in the center of the hall, which is even larger and more refined.

Xia Yuzhou stood in front of the statue and looked carefully. This face was different from the dream. After all, Si Jun's face was automatically replaced in the dream, except for those eyes. Si Nan in the dream looked like Si Jun, but the eyes were the original eyes. It was exactly the same as the ink painting, blue and deep, with the unique perseverance and happiness of the minstrel.

"I suspect that the ink painting of your ancestor was painted by my ancestors." Xia Yuzhou said to Si Jun in a low voice.

"How can I see it?"

"There is no evidence, it's just a kind of intuition." The picture in the mirror is actually the memory left by the ancestors, and the angle of the staring is too similar.

Uncle Si turned his head and saw the two of them talking to the statue of their ancestors, and coughed lightly: "Have you seen this statue in Yanjing, Yuzhou? The ancestor of the Si family, Mr. Si Nan, the Marquis of Ma'anshan."
Chapter completed!