I Don't Know Who Is Coming

Her name is Kong Xi, and she is very strange. Nineteen years old, I like cultural relics but have no interest in history. She bought a broken bamboo slip from a stall, which looked like a cultural relic from the Northern Liang Kingdom ruins. My father, an archeologist, said that it was a country with no recorded history. All that was left was a tomb that had been stolen and empty, and an epitaph that was almost worn out. That night, the bamboo slips were stained with her blood and glowed. When she woke up, the sky was filled with yellow sand, and a flying blade grazed her right ear. The man on the horse pointed his sword at her and asked, "A person from Prince Nanren?" She said no. He didn't believe it. Later she found out that his name was Hu Buwei, the northern captain, and he was defending a country called Beiliang. She said: Beiliang? I'm familiar with this! Wrong! Is it the Beiliang I know? She was locked up in a tent, monitored, tested, and insulted more than a month He was silent for a long time and finally began to test her. He raised his hand and gently touched the scar that was almost fading on her face. "Does it still hurt?" She was startled and shook his hand away. She said she could help him. He pushed the bamboo slip in front of her. "If you are useful," he said, "prove it to yourself." She looked down. There is his name on the bamboo slip. And his position. This is - tell the ground policy, it is for the dead. She looked up at him, and suddenly she didn't know whether she should tell him-this bamboo slip was supposed to appear after his death. But now that it appeared in her hand, she suddenly remembered the bamboo slip fragment. What Hu Buwei didn't know was that the person who prepared this bamboo slip for him was still alive at this moment. That person is King Nan'an. When I was seventeen, I said goodbye to the General's Mansion and never saw him again. He killed the general crossing Liao and his wife and betrayed the country.