As they passed through a grove, he reined in his horse and gave the order.

The deputy general responsible for protecting him immediately stepped forward: "Strategist, something is not right. This Huangqi Forest was the place where hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Great Xia were massacred. Few people set foot here. Why is there singing now?"

Gongsun Ming nodded. The reason he stopped the singing was because of the song.

He closed his eyes and listened intently.

It is not the language of Western merchants, nor is it the language of any other country.

Gongsun Ming, who was fluent in various languages, was quite certain.

However, even though he couldn't understand the song, he could still feel a sense of sorrow in it.

Suddenly, a scene of national ruin, displacement, and scorched earth appeared before my eyes.

When he finally came to his senses, his forehead was covered in sweat.

He turned to look at the soldiers behind him and found that they looked normal.

This song is aimed at him!

Gongsun Ming lowered his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.

He spurred his horse first: "Let's go!"

He wasn't particularly curious, especially after hearing such ominous music.

"Da Si was unwell last night and was unable to meet Lord Gongsun in person."

Gongsun Ming looked at the Da Clan Chief, who no longer possessed the arrogance of the past, with no expression on his face.

"I understand, but the day to enter the terrace will be in half a month. As long as Miss Da Si is alright by then."

"Certainly, certainly." The chieftain of the Da tribe bowed and nodded repeatedly.

As Gongsun Ming led his men away, he glanced back at Da Si's residence.

Suddenly, his expression froze.

Just now, he felt that there was a gaze looking at him with great interest.

Is it the gentle and quiet Da Si?

no!

Definitely not!

Thinking back to that captivating singing voice, Gongsun Ming felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked up at the sky.

The sun is shining brightly.