My sister is Luna

Chapter 162 Xuan Yong

"Ah, I see Xuan Yong! We've finally arrived!" Yao shouted excitedly.

After a long three-day journey along the imperial road, Xuanyong was finally in sight.

The towering, pitch-black city wall, with its simple design and sharp angles, without any superfluous embellishments, is striking and particularly eye-catching in the hazy morning sun. Rows of soldiers stand guard on the wall, solemn and dignified, with bright red flags fluttering in the wind. Black and red are its main colors, giving people a sense of psychological pressure.

Unlike the prosperous Chang'an, Xuanyong was synonymous with desolation and poverty for a long time. In the past, whenever Xuanyong was mentioned, people would inevitably think of its harsh environment, chaotic conflicts, and the people's miserable lives.

However, everything has changed. The new monarch, Ying Zheng, who is both talented and ambitious, has come to power. After returning from his studies at Jixia Academy, he used his strong methods and extraordinary wisdom to quell internal strife, implement reforms, promote the establishment of the rule of law, and make the law deeply rooted in people's hearts. He also vigorously recruited talents, and the country developed step by step in an orderly manner. Every measure he promulgated made the country move forward and become stronger.

The entire country is thriving, the people live in peace and contentment, and everything is flourishing. It has transformed from a barbaric little country into a powerful empire that can even rival the Tang Dynasty's Chang'an. It has considerable influence on the entire continent and is no longer underestimated by anyone.

Ying Zheng led Xuan Yong to break through the chaos and confusion that had lasted for thousands of years. The people of Xuan Yong respected and loved him greatly, regarding him as a great man like a savior who gave Xuan Yong a new life.

The fact that such a young monarch like Ying Zheng single-handedly built such a new empire is enough to make the rulers of other countries sigh that the younger generation is truly formidable. His ability to govern is terrifying, and they will definitely want to befriend him!

The interests between nations are that simple: while they are wary of each other, they are also compelled to cultivate good relations and foster common development.

"Halt! Please show your pass." The soldier guarding the city gate stepped forward to stop the carriage and said expressionlessly.

They were all dressed in black armor, holding spears, swords, or bows and arrows. Black always gives people a sense of seriousness and oppression, making those with ill intentions back down and suppress their restless thoughts. Even Yao quietly shut his mouth and just looked on with curious eyes.

"Here you are, sir." The coachman took a booklet from his pocket and handed it to the soldier.

"Okay, go in." The soldier opened the booklet, looked at it, returned it to the coachman, and then stepped aside to let the carriage pass.

Enter Xuanyong City.

The coachman pulled the carriage to a nearby eatery.

"Passengers, we have arrived in Xuanyong." The coachman jumped down from the carriage and tied the rope to a post as he spoke.

"Is this Xuan Yong?" Yao jumped out of the car and looked around curiously.

It was early morning, and everything on the street had a refreshing, slowly reviving feel, with a vibrant energy hidden beneath the languid atmosphere.

The buildings in Xuanyong are neatly arranged, mostly in the same color scheme, without excessive decoration, giving people a sense of orderly beauty.

A few wisps of smoke rose as the people of Xuanyong stepped out of their homes to admire the beautiful weather.

Two or three children were playing by the roadside, some people were boiling water and cooking, and some were pushing carts to the market.

At the entrance, craftsmen were hammering away, their powerful, bronze-colored muscles glistening with sweat as they forged iron.

The streets gradually became lively and came alive.

"Guan Guan cry the ospreys, on the islet in the river; a fair maiden, a gentleman's good match..." The boy recited the poem with a swaying head, glanced at the girl beside him, winked, and smiled broadly.

The girl turned away shyly, but held onto the boy's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

"Hahaha, already knows how to charm girls at such a young age, what will he be like when he grows up? Son, very good, you have the style of me when I was young!" The uncle next to him stroked his stubble and laughed, scaring the two children into pulling their hands back.

"Father!" the boy said, somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"You old rascal, still leading your son astray, get back to work!" the woman shouted as she came out of the house.

"Alright, alright, put the rolling pin down first." The uncle scratched his head, grinned, rubbed the little boy's head, picked up the axe next to him, and started chopping wood.

Not only this family, but others also began to work.

It is not bustling, but it is simple and honest. Everyone's face is filled with smiles and composure. It is positive, sunny, and uplifting, with a kind of simplicity. It is full of vitality and a harmonious combination of spirit and material life, which is a manifestation of a country's progress and development.

It's hard to imagine that this is a country built in the barren desert.

Xuan Yong gave Yao a very good first impression, and he was increasingly looking forward to his days here.

“Well then, Jing, Yao, let’s part ways here.” Cain got out of the car and said to the two of them.

"Okay, goodbye, Teacher Cain," Yao said cheerfully. His excitement about the new world overshadowed his reluctance to part.

"Goodbye." Jing nodded, a barely perceptible hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes, unnoticed by anyone.

Cain nodded and then walked down the street. He needed to find a place to stay before he could proceed with his plan.

"Let's go to the palace." With that, Jing walked towards the most prominent and magnificent building in the center of Xuan Yong.

"Wait for me, sis." Yao quickly followed.

"I've been listening to that kid chattering away for three whole days, my ears are practically calloused from hearing it." Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, the coachman took off his straw hat and picked at his ears.

"But he's finally gone, I can finally have some peace and quiet," the driver said with relief.

He untied his scarf, revealing a gaunt, full face with a pair of cat ears standing upright on his black, tousled hair, highlighting his identity as a half-demon.

He is one of the six members of Xuan Yong, a member of the Wind Song, codenamed Dream Sorrow, real name Min Hui. His mission this time was to pick up and drop off Jing Yao and his sister to Xuan Yong.

"Boss, give me a bowl of noodles," Min Hui called out, sitting down at a random table.

"Okay!" the boss said with a smile.

"Boss, pour me a cup of tea." At that moment, a voice rang out from next to Min Hui, and a person sat down opposite him.

"Okay, sir."

"Dr. Bian Que?!" Min Hui looked over and said in surprise.

Sitting in front of him was a strange man with black and white hair, dressed lightly, revealing his blue skin. He carried a large medicine box and had a cold gaze that seemed to penetrate his body.

He was a famous eccentric doctor in Xuanyong, with superb medical skills, truly the best in Xuanyong. However, his strange personality and excessive demands made him a figure to be respected but kept at a distance, and people would not seek his medical help unless absolutely necessary.

He's a completely capricious person. Sometimes patients are charged exorbitant fees, while other times he'll treat them for free when he encounters interesting illnesses. He also enjoys conducting human experiments and doesn't care at all about what other people think.

Because of Bian Que's aloof and cold personality, he was isolated by other doctors who criticized him for lacking medical ethics, being arrogant, and being unfit to be a doctor. However, no one denied his medical skills, which were true hard skills. So far, there has not been a disease that he failed to treat.

"Ah, hello, I'd like to ask you about someone," Bian Que said.

"Who?"

"What's the name of the white-haired man who just got out of your car?"

"Kain..." Min Hui was stunned and blurted out subconsciously. He suddenly realized what was happening and covered his mouth, but it was too late; Bian Que had already heard him.

"I see, this is indeed an interesting case..."

"The body's rapid decline is countered by its extraordinary recovery..."

"If only I could study it," Bian Que murmured to himself, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, I'll be leaving now. You can have this cup of tea." With that, Bian Que got up and left.

Oh no, that guy named Cain has been targeted by Bian Que. What bad luck! Hopefully, he won't agree and escapes this predicament...

Min Hui ate the hot noodles that had just been served, and silently clasped his hands in prayer.

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