Chapter 195 Strange Text
As they were talking, they suddenly heard Gu Chaoyang shouting from the other side:
"There's a sandstorm coming, get down quickly!"
Several people immediately looked back and saw a dark brown wall of wind gradually growing larger at the junction of the yellow sand and the blue sky, sweeping towards this side.
Murong Jing did not panic, and immediately ordered: "Everyone lie down and protect the dry food and water!"
The camels seemed to have sensed something, and they bent their front hooves and slowly knelt on the ground. The people took water and food and hid next to the camels, using the camels' huge bodies as cover.
It was the first time that Zhu Qingyan saw the sandstorm in the Lengfeng Desert. He was a little panicked at first, but when he saw Murong Jing and Zhu Lan responding calmly, he calmed down and lay down next to the camel.
Soon, she felt the air around her begin to move rapidly, as if an invisible hand was trying to grab her away. Sand got into her mouth and she couldn't open her eyes. She could only hold tightly to the camel beside her.
Fortunately, this storm was not very big and it passed after a while. Everyone then stood up shakily and brushed off the sand on their bodies.
Murong Jing spat out the sand in her mouth and asked everyone if they were okay. Seeing that everyone was fine, she felt relieved.
Zhu Lan and Zhu Qingyan's hair was blown away. Zhu Lan couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw Zhu Qingyan's dusty appearance, but he restrained himself.
"What are you laughing at? You're not much better." Zhu Qingyan said in a muffled voice.
After a storm, the appearance of the nearby sand dunes changed again. Fortunately, Murong Jing was experienced and determined the direction based on the position of the sun, so everyone prepared to ride camels back the same way.
Murong Jing had just taken two steps when she was tripped by something hard. She frowned and looked down, only to see a square sharp corner exposed in the sand.
"What is that?" She squatted down and dug the sand around the object, revealing half of a square, box-like object made of wood and looked rotten.
Zhu Lan and Zhu Qingyan came over and recognized it at a glance, "This looks like a book box."
A sandstorm just now carried away a lot of sand on the surface, revealing more buried things.
Murong Jing ordered people to dig out the thing under their feet. It was indeed a bookcase, but because it had been damaged, only some weathered pages were left inside.
Zhu Qingyan carefully took out the remaining pages and flipped through them, only to find that he did not recognize the words on them at all.
She handed the page to Murong Jing and asked her to see if it was written by Uzbekistan.
Murong Jing frowned, turned the pages of paper upside down, read them over and over again for a long time, and finally shook her head.
"Although I don't know much about the Uzbek writing, their characters have a lot of circles and the strokes are very simple. The writing here is too complicated, like a ghost's scribble, and it is completely different from the Uzbek writing style."
"Let me see." Zhu Lan reached out to take the pages of paper, read them several times, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.
"Do you know him?" Murong Jing and Zhu Qingyan asked in unison.
"Let me think about it..." Zhu Lan closed his eyes tightly, trying to find some scattered clues in the corner of his memory.
This type of text did look familiar to her, as if she had seen it in a book before.
After a moment, Zhu Lan suddenly opened his eyes.
"I have seen these words in a book in Wanjuan Tower."
Murong Jing and the other two quickly asked her what the book was.
Zhu Lan tilted his head and thought for a moment, "It should be called... A Study on the Origin and Meaning of Various Characters."
Murong Jing looked at Zhu Qingyan, who had a confused look on his face, obviously never having heard of it.
"What book is that?"
"It is a study of the writing systems of various regions and ethnic groups. It contains many writing systems that have been lost today."
Zhu Qingyan looked at Zhu Lan with a tangled expression, "Why do you read all these random books?"
"I can remember the books the teacher taught me after reading them once. When I have nothing to do, I just read some of these books." Zhu Lan shrugged.
Zhu Qingyan: ...
I suddenly didn't want to talk to her anymore.
Murong Jing asked: "Since you have seen it, do you know what these words mean?"
Zhu Lan shook his head gently, "I only remember that this kind of writing seemed to be created by a nation that disappeared long ago, and no one uses it now.
When I saw this passage in the book, I just flipped through it without taking a closer look. If I want to know what the book actually says, I'm afraid I'll have to find the book "The Origin and Meaning of Various Characters".
Zhu Qingyan couldn't help but ask, "Does the content on this have anything to do with A Jiang's life experience?"
"It's unlikely." Zhu Lan gently touched the thin pages and said thoughtfully, "The paper has become like this, it looks like it has been at least several decades old. How old is Ah Jiang? How could it possibly record her story?"
Zhu Qingyan was a little disappointed and stopped talking.
Finally, they decided to take these pages of paper back first, and study the text on them after resolving A Jiang's problem.
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It was several days later when the group returned to the Northern Frontier Camp.
When he arrived at the gate, Zhu Lan saw a group of people walking in. They were wearing white robes and gauze hats, which was obviously not the Central Plains style.
"Uzbekistan?" Zhu Lan looked at Murong Jing.
Murong Jing's face became solemn. Without answering, he followed the group of people into the camp.
Knowing that these were envoys from Wuzi and were going to meet with King Zhenbei, Murong Jing called Mu'er and asked her what was going on.
Mu'er said with some joy, "Miss, you were away these few days, and the prince has sent someone to report A Jiang's matter to Wuzi!"
"What!?" Murong Jing was slightly startled.
It’s not like my father didn’t know about their plan, so why would he tell them about it in advance? This was not what they discussed before.
"The prince said that you would be anxious when you knew about this, and it turned out he was right." Mu'er said with a smile.
"As soon as you left, the prince sent people to Wuzi to inquire about the news. He found the midwife who delivered A Jiang. She was able to prove that A Jiang was Zhu Ertai's daughter, so she went to deliver the letter."
Murong Jing asked: "What was Zhu Ertai's reaction when he heard the news?"
“I heard that guy and his wife had been searching for their daughter for years without stopping. When they heard the news that they had a daughter, they agreed to take her back without hesitation!
Not only that, he also agreed to sign a ten-year peace treaty with Daliang. You saw those messengers just now, they are here to pick up Ajahn! "
Upon hearing this, Murong Jing looked at Zhu Lan.
I didn't expect Zhu Ertai to agree so readily. Could it be that he really has no plans to go to war with Daliang in recent years?
But no matter what, it seems that they really miss their daughter, and it makes people feel at ease knowing that A Jiang will not be bullied when he returns.
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