The town is quiet.

Li Mubai is about to forget his royal identity.

Since Li Mubai struck hard at the criminals around him, basically no one dared to commit crimes in the small town, even those tribes in the deep mountains and old forests did not dare to come out to rob things.

After all, Li Mubai's prestige made many people hear it, and they immediately did not dare to commit the crime again.

The harmonious town is also what Li Mubai likes.

Night is about to fall, and after dealing with a day's work, Li Mubai lay lazily on the chair and enjoyed a beautiful night.

The night in the Americas is beautiful, but Li Mubai wants to see the night in Chang'an.

People are strangers in a foreign land, and they miss their relatives every festival, and they know that their brothers climb high places, and there is one less person in dogwood.

Although there is also a moon and a sun here, it does not feel familiar with Chang'an City.

Fortunately, she has the person she loves by her side, and she can accompany her.

If they can be stable, who wants to be displaced?

After a long time, I occasionally think about my parents and brothers, and my relatives and friends.

In the Americas of later generations, a big push of white and black is even more arrogant for white people.

However, in this era, the Americas belong to the Chinese people and the Tang Dynasty.

Especially those aborigines in the Americas, who originally had the same skin color, the same hair, and the same eyes as the people of the Tang Dynasty, after decades of integration and education, it is now impossible to distinguish who is the real person from Chang'an City and who is the real local aborigines.

Because even they took Han surnames and Han names.

Many people claim that their ancestors are from the Tang Dynasty, and there is a genealogy to prove it.

"Husband, husband."

His wife, who was making tea for Li Mubai, heard the radio station ringing, hurried over to check, and then wrote down the password.

Alone translated again.

Then, she shouted loudly and handed the telegram she had deciphered to Li Mubai. Li Mubai took it, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Huh?" Li Mubai was very puzzled and said, "How do they know that I am here?" No, I've only been in contact with Eleven Lang all these years, could it be that Eleven Lang exposed my purpose? ”

"No, I didn't tell him where we lived, what do they know?" Li Mubai said very suspiciously.

"Husband, have you forgotten who your parents are?" Yang Wan'er rolled her eyes, then sat down, and said: "You are a royal family after all, although we made such a big fuss at the beginning, but the whole world is the Tang Dynasty, if the emperor and the king of Qin want to find us, they will definitely be able to find us." ”

Li Mubai thought for a while and said, "Also, my dad is a powerful existence, an old fox who played the whole Tang Dynasty back then." ”

"Hey, maybe there's someone in our town who is watching us." Li Mubai shook his head helplessly.

I thought that I was out of control, but I didn't expect that I was still being watched.

"No matter what, I will not let them take you away from me, even if it is death, we will be together." Li Mubai held Yang Wan'er's hand and said.

"I don't want to die with you." Yang Wan'er smiled and said.

"Huh?" Li Mubai looked at him, not understanding what she meant by this. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "Crossing Starts from Zhenguan", pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~