The only few hundred households in Khorasan City are basically from Khorasan.

These people naturally would not follow the Sassanian Persians.

Under the Sassanian Persians, it was the treatment of a second-class person. Under the Orientals, the worst was the second-class person. Only fools would follow them.

When Ran Liang's Han banner was surrounded by thousands of troops and entered Khorasan City majestic, the hundreds of local people in Khorasan were warmly welcomed on both sides of the street.

They are all familiar with this way of survival.

"The Han Dynasty has come to Khurashan City, long live the God of Light!"

"Khurashan City is the territory of the Han Dynasty!"

"Long live the great Han Dynasty, long live the King of Pingxi!"

"Long live the great man Khurashan!"

These hundreds of people of Khurasan were cheering and moved by Ran Liang.

In an instant, Ran Liang almost had an illusion.

Could it be that this Khurashan City is the land left by the Han Dynasty?

Ran Liang waved to the Khorasan people on both sides, and said to Ma Zhong beside him.

"You must draw this scene today."

Ma Zhong smiled slightly, "Don't worry, the official has already arranged someone to do it."

"Who? Who arranged?" Ran Liang asked hurriedly.

He didn't expect that Ma Zhong would quietly accept his apprentice?

Ma Zhong pointed with his hand and saw a young man in an official uniform dancing rapidly by the window holding a paintbrush on the street.

It is obvious that he is doing sketches, preparing to record today's victory of "The Great Han Ping Xi King into Khurashan".

"Who is that?" Ran Liang saw that man looked familiar.

"Not long ago, the former imperial officials who were exiled to the Western Regions Protectorate and then came to serve, were originally officials of the Luoyang Painting Academy, called the Wei Xie." Ma Zhong said.

When Ran Liang heard this, he was immediately uneasy.

"What, the Association for Health?"

"Yes, does the king know him too? I thought he was bragging." Ma Zhong said.

"I know, of course I know!"

Ran Liang looked at the Wei Xie, who was sketching on the second floor, and a new idea suddenly came up with him.

"Who doesn't know the Wei Association of "The Picture of Emperor Mu's Banquet of Yao Chi"!"

In the Imperial Academy in Luoyang, Ran Liang had heard of the title of a great painter of the Wei Association.

After the entrance ceremony was held, the Wei Association was summoned in the city immediately.

At this time, the Health Association no longer had the rich temperament he used to be in Luoyang.

The hardship of exile for thousands of miles was reflected in his face.

"The Xiaguan Weihui Association has met the King of Pingxi!"

As soon as he saw Ran Liang, the Weihui Association immediately wanted to salute.

"No gifts, no gifts!"

Ran Liang blocked him from saluting in a very generous manner.

Then he even helped him sit down.

"Mr. Wei, I ask you, where is the picture of Emperor Mu's banquet for Yaochi you made now?" Ran Liang asked.

That was a famous work in Luoyang at that time, and Ran Liang first thought of him.

"Your Majesty, the painting should be in the painting academy in Luoyang now, or it may be gone, and the officials are not sure about it." Wei Xie said.

It turned out that the family of the Defense Association was involved in a case of resisting the new law. They were either exiled to the Western Regions Protectorate's Office for service or exiled to Liaodong to reclaim wasteland.

Now that we have finally come to the command of King Pingxi, the Military Association no longer needs to dig pits and farm. It is just to help King Pingxi Ran Liang develop his career and let the family take root here.

He had originally planned to give up painting and concentrate on political progress, but Ma Zhong pulled him back to the painting board.

"King, the lower official has a request." said the Wei Xie.

"Tell me!" Ran Liang waved his hand to signal.

"The official doesn't want to paint anymore!"

The Association for Health said.

"I don't want to paint, why?" Ran Liang was puzzled and was puzzled.

"Your Majesty, the Wei family is now broken down, and you can't manage your family or cultivate yourself when painting. The subordinates don't want to waste their years anymore." Wei Xie said.
Chapter completed!