After Heng Yu walked out with Song Yi, he stayed by his side, quietly listening to the people below coming to report the situation to Song Yi.

There are thirty-five families in the entire village, with more than one hundred people, and in the end, only Heng Yu is the only one living person.

It is unrealistic to bury so many corpses on the spot. The soldiers sent out piled all the corpses in the open space at the village, waiting for a piece to be burned with fire.

"General, you have already restrained all the bodies. Now I'm waiting for you to order cremation." A side general under Song Yi came over, clasped his fists and bowed at him, and said so.

Song Yi nodded and was about to follow him and go over.

Since Heng Yu came out, he has been standing quietly by the side. He did not react other times until he heard the words of the general.

"General, can I cremate them with my own hands?" Heng Yu followed this side general and called him General.

Song Yi hesitated for a moment. The village was originally a clan living, and the lying corpses were more or less related to the young man. Such a tragic scene would only turn into hatred and accumulate in the heart.

The hatred of foreign races was a major factor in their Bingzhou army's bravery in combat, but as a veteran, he also knew how cruel this was for a young man.

Song Yi spoke up and wanted to refuse, but when he touched Heng Yu's sight, he could not say anything else.

Calm and quiet, as if a ball of cold fire was burning in the eyes.

At that moment, even Song Yi, who had been accustomed to the tragic situation of life and death on the battlefield for a long time, felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

But in just a moment, Heng Yu returned to normal. She pursed her lower lip slightly and looked at Song Yi firmly.

That moment was too fast, and Song Yi would think that it was just his illusion. But he knew it was not, so his rejection turned into a word "good".

Heng Yu stood in front of the pile of corpses, and most of the sights were the elderly, weak, women and children.

She walked over with her weak body and reached out to close her eyes for those who had no eyes closed.

She also saw a baby lying in her mother's arms, her little face not yet fully grown. There was no fear on her soft face, and it seemed that she was just lying in her mother's arms and sleeping soundly.

But on that tender face, the few drops of blood that gradually dried up have already announced all the truth.

Heng Yu gently wiped away the blood from his face and wiped his worn-out clothes without any concern.

The hem of the clothes that were originally covered in mud and sand was dyed with a hint of crimson.

Heng Yu stood up straight, took the torch handed to her by Song Yi, closed his eyes, and threw it out.

The flames gradually grew bigger and the raging flames ignited...

There was wind and sand blowing across her face, and Hengyu felt that her eyes were extremely dry and uncomfortable.

"I have studied history. Every stroke in history books is like a knife, but in my opinion it is just an abstract number. Until now, these people have fallen here alive." Heng Yu said to the system in his heart.

She was extremely calm, but the system could feel a fire burning from the bottom of her heart.

"System, can you receive the settings of this world? I want to understand the background system of this world is probably the same as that of which dynasty on Earth in the past."

This time the system did not drag its back. It scanned quickly and gave Heng Yu a moment later: [The history before the Han Dynasty was the same as the Earth in the previous life, and then there were differences in history. The degree of civilization was similar to the Eastern Han Dynasty on Earth, and the background was similar to the late Eastern Han Dynasty]

Then the system also transmitted all the more important events of this dynasty to Heng Yu so that she could more easily infer the situation.

In the late Eastern Han Dynasty...

"Please use the emperor to command the princes." She suddenly murmured softly, but the tiny sound was hidden in the wind, next to the burning flames, and no one could hear it clearly.

"It's time to leave." Song Yi suddenly walked to her side, reached out and patted her on the shoulder, and called her back from her state of trance.

Heng Yu slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes that were so clean that their pupils were lighter in an instant looked extremely sharp.

She turned around and bowed to Song Yi, "Thank you for your fulfillment."

Song Yi waved his hand and took the lead in turning over the horse. Behind him, the other soldiers also turned over the horse. In a blink of an eye, only Heng Yu was still standing on the ground.

Song Yi stretched out his rough palm at her, "There is no extra horse anymore. You kid, let's ride a horse with me back to Qingcheng first."

Heng Yu put his palm on it, and Song Yi pulled her to the horse with a little force.

The horse's hooves raised the wind and sand. Song Yi's horse was standing in the middle of the team. Heng Yu's eyes were stunned by the wind and sand raised the horse's hooves, so he simply closed his eyes.

Anyway, the border is desolate and there is no sight worth seeing.

"I immediately ordered five hundred soldiers to come after receiving the news, but it was still too late." Song Yi suddenly spoke.

Heng Yu nodded and said nothing.

Song Yi did not expect her response, and changed the subject and asked: "What's your name? What's your age?"

"Heng Yu, thirteen years old." She didn't know exactly how old she was, but talking about her age would make it easier for her to act in the future.

After all, people always have concerns in what people say and do when they are too young. No matter how good the opinions they give or how good they do.

"What about the last name?"

Heng Yu suddenly turned around, looked up at Song Yi, and asked seriously: "Can I have your surname?"

She had a preliminary plan in her mind, but as her orphan, it would take at least twice as long to achieve her goal.

The views of aristocratic families have always been deeply rooted, which means that they will lower their views of aristocratic families a little when the world is in turmoil. However, in the troubled times, the aristocratic families still control important resources such as food, grass, salt and other important resources. If she was just an orphan, even if she took power one day, she would be too easily influenced by the aristocratic families.

Song Yi looked in his early forties, and his age to become a state governor of a state is enough to show that his family background is quite good.

Song Yi and Heng Yu looked at each other. He seemed to have seen through Heng Yu's plan, but it seemed that he did not.

But he did not hesitate and nodded very readily, "I admire you very much. I just don't have a son. I will have you and my wife in the future..."

"General, wait." Heng Yu knew that he had misunderstood when he heard Song Yi's words. He was a little ridiculous and had to interrupt. In Song Yi's confusing gaze, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Who told you that I am a man."

Song Yi: “…”

He was wearing a men's clothing, with a neat skill, and his figure was not developed much. His voice was still a little sharp and he couldn't tell the difference between male and female.

That's why Song Yi thought she was a man based on her clothes.

Heng Yu raised the corners of his lips slightly, "I wonder if the general plans to adopt a daughter who is never inferior to a man to support you and your wife."

Song Yi choked and then burst into laughter.

"The hero doesn't even care about where he comes from, not to mention gender, my son has such ambition, which is great!"

When Heng Yu heard Song Yi’s name to her, he breathed a sigh of relief and knew that Song Yi had planned to adopt her.

"Entertainment Father." She called out.

But when Song Yi suddenly became serious, he said to Heng Yu very seriously: "Yu'er, let me call me father from now on."

"When I return to Qingcheng, I will ask the clan elders to open the ancestral temple and write you into the genealogy."

When writing a person who has no blood relationship to the genealogy, Hengyu knows how difficult it is to operate this matter. As a native ancient man, Song Yi is even more unlikely to not know about it. But he still did this.

Heng Yu lowered her eyes and sighed in his heart. Could it be that Song Yi saw her plan, and he planned to fulfill her?!

Heng Yu didn't speak and had no way to know the answer. She only wrote down Song Yi's love for her in her heart.

He galloped all the way and finally returned to Qingcheng before the sun set.

Looking at Qingcheng's somewhat dilapidated but towering city wall from afar, Heng Yu's heart nodded secretly. Qingcheng blocked the barrier for foreign cavalry to go south, and with such a city wall, it is OK.

His eyes froze and he looked at the soldiers garrisoned on the city wall.

The soldiers were holding spears in their hands and were full of energy. However, the armor on their bodies made Heng Yu frown slightly.

Such worn-out armor is of no use at all, and can only serve as a psychological comfort - it is better than nothing.

Song Yi and his group arrived at the gate of Qingcheng. The people who were queuing to enter the city and the soldiers garrisoned respectfully salute and greeted him. Heng Yu carefully observed it and could infer that Song Yi was very loved in the hearts of the soldiers and the people.

But after entering Qingcheng, Hengyu was a little amused and crying.

Although the city is big, it is also desolate, and the sounds of hawking and shouting on the streets are very scattered.

He is good at governing martial arts but not civil.

She commented like this.

As the horses entered the city, Song Yi led Hengyu straight to the provincial palace located in the middle of the city.

Song Yi asked his servant to take Heng Yu to wash up, and went straight to the inner house to communicate with Mrs. Song first.

However, he was not worried about convinced Mrs. Song. His wife was always soft-hearted, and just heard about Heng Yu's life experience, she might have agreed in her heart.

In the end, as Song Yi expected, Mrs. Song accepted Heng Yu's daughter readily and saw Heng Yu with vague expectations in her heart.

She has known each other for more than twenty years, and she knows her husband very well.

And now my husband really respects this girl so much...

After taking a simple shower, washing away the wind and sand on his face, and changing into a simple dress, Heng Yu was led by the maid to visit Mrs. Song.

Song Yi and Mrs. Song were waiting on the chair, one left and one right. Soon, they heard a light conversation coming from the door. Then, a girl in a light-colored dress and a pair of hair combed in a bun walked in.

There was still a little childishness on her face, but when you saw her eyes, it was difficult to treat her as an ordinary child.

Her pupils are light in color, which makes people sensual, and it is difficult to move away from her eyes immediately. Her eyes flow, and there seems to be a faint majesty hidden in it.

But when she slowly curled the corners of her lips and smiled, the sharpness between her eyebrows and eyes instantly dissipated.

Although Heng Yu's face is lacking in blood and has not grown, Mrs. Song can already guess the charm she will grow into in the future.

I couldn't help but love it even more in my heart.

No adult would dislike exquisite and beautiful children.
Chapter completed!