Chapter 1219 (1/2)

Found a place recorded by general Qiao Yekang, where the story of Ji Xuehao is full of blood.

It turns out that Qiao Yekang has done so many great things. No wonder the herdsmen here regard him as a God.

He thought, if modern relatives have the chance, they will definitely watch here, right?

If Qiao Yekang knew that he would have such a chance to see this thing, he would go all out to look for it and read it?

Ji Xuehao found a vacant place. He wrote a line of Ning words on it with a fine brush: ”Qiao Yekang's Bloodstone was cooked by yuyancao.”

Ning language, the language that the ancient North moon people can't understand now, if left behind to the modern, is also a glimmer of hope to save adoration!

Put down the pen, Ji Xuehao suddenly hugged Qingyu's waist and leaned her cheek on her arm: ”Qingyu, I'm afraid they can't see. What can I do? Shifu hasn't detected the star image of the total solar eclipse until now, and the season of yuyancao hasn't started yet. I'm really afraid. His highness, Prince, is the most sincere person I have ever met. When he doesn't laugh, his face is as soft and handsome as a snowflake. There is always a light sadness similar to mine in his eyes. He is a man who can reign in the world. My elder sister can have a chance of rebirth because she gets your elder brother's preference, while the prince's highness gets everyone's preference, why can't she have a chance of life? ”

Qingyu stroked his short hair and said, ”my brother will be OK. They must be able to see! ”

Ji Xuehao used his internal power to dry the ink on the sheepskin booklet. He was worried that the ink would be oxidized, diluted or even disappeared after more than 800 years.

He thought of the great murals in Dunhuang, China. Many excellent masterpieces lost their colors in the past and even disappeared. He immediately asked if there were any herbs with similar pigments or ways to help the ink survive for a long time.

Qingyu thought of a kind of grass that Shifu had mentioned. After juicing, he could dye clothes and make them beautiful. He rushed out immediately and went to the medicine field with his toes lightly.

When she grinds it into juice, Ji Xuehao touches it with a brush again, paints it gently on the original words, and dries it with internal power.

At this moment, they all tried to do what they could and should.

”It depends on Providence.”

Ji Xuehao said, and got up to put the sheepskin book into the box.

He gazed at the cover of the book, which had the traditional way of recording numbers by ancient northern Moonmen: five dots were placed in the upper right corner of the book.

This shows that this is the fifth history book of gubeiyue.

Go out and hand the box to Jin Zhu. Ji Xuehao looks at her, expressionless, but has to say mildly: ”please go back to the Imperial Mausoleum as soon as possible, the sooner the better.”

Jin Zhu smiles.

She took the box, and before she left, she took a step forward and leaned close to Ji Xuehao's ear and said, ”I'll try to come back and have dinner with my husband. Remember to miss me, my husband. ”

She looks up and gives Ji Xuehao a wink. She stands on tiptoe and wants to kiss Ji Xuehao's side face. She doesn't want Ji Xuehao to float away quickly with his small waist around him. She stands in the snow with her pouting mouth and feet resting on it.

However, Jinzhu is not discouraged.

He turned around and went down the mountain with high spirits.

Qing Yu works in the medicine field, doing everything like a drug slave. Ji Xuehao follows her and helps her carry the baskets.

”In the afternoon, it's time to practice.” Leaning feather looked up at him and said, ”Master said, we have weapons to give today. I remember the story you told about the Condor Heroes. Did you say that master would give me silver needles? ”