When Shangguan Qing heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded, his smile blooming like the most gentle flower in spring.

"Okay, just the two of us, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, to enjoy the tranquility and beauty."

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window lattice, onto the figures of the two people standing side by side, adding a layer of gold to this warm picture.

They smiled at each other, as if they could already foresee the romantic scene of walking hand in hand on the soft sand on the blue coast, listening to the waves lapping at the shore, and watching the sunset slowly sinking into the horizon.

The air was filled with anticipation and happiness, and the two hearts were more closely connected at this moment, looking forward to the short escape and good times that were about to begin.

Inside the car, the atmosphere is warm and peaceful, with only a slight engine noise and the occasional sound of wind passing by.

Shangguan Qing leaned gently on the seat, with a hint of confusion and persistence in her eyes. She turned her head to look at Cheng Ji, and the soft light coming in from the window outlined the contours of his profile, which looked particularly resolute.

"Cheng Ji, do you know? I have been reading ancient books recently, looking for an ancient historical figure named "Shangguan". He seems to have left a deep footprint in the long river of history, but he is as elusive as a fog."

There was a hint of sadness in her words, and her fingers unconsciously stroked the yellowed cover of the ancient book beside her.

Hearing this, Cheng Ji's eyes fell on her gently, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he reached out and gently covered her hand that was stroking the pages of the book, giving her silent comfort.

"Shangguan, he has the same last name as you, is he the ancestor of your family?"

Shangguan Qing shook his head slightly, his eyes flashing with a desire to explore the unknown.

She whispered softly, "They are not from our family ancestors, but some antiques that I got by chance. They are engraved with the word 'Shangguan' and the craftsmanship is so exquisite that one can't help but want to explore the stories behind them. Whenever it's late at night and everyone is asleep, I stare at those antiques, as if I can travel through time and space, and feel a call from ancient times, which is both mysterious and fascinating."

As she spoke, she took out a small and exquisite tiger talisman from the small bag beside her.

She gently stroked the tiger talisman, her eyes full of tenderness and curiosity, as if the jade pendant contained endless secrets, waiting for the right person to uncover them.

“This is his thing.”

Cheng Ji's gaze fell on the tiger talisman in Shangguan Qing's hand. The bronze luster emitted a strange glow under the afterglow of the setting sun, as if carrying thousands of years of vicissitudes and stories.

His heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his chest, like a tide that was difficult to calm.

He slowly stretched out his hand and lightly touched the edge of the cold tiger talisman with his fingertips. A slight tremor spread along his fingertips throughout his body, causing him to frown involuntarily.

Shangguan Qing noticed his abnormality and looked up at Cheng Ji, his eyes full of concern and confusion.

She asked softly, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this tiger talisman?"

Cheng Ji shook his head, trying hard to suppress the inexplicable emotion. He forced a smile at the corner of his mouth, but the complex emotions in his eyes were difficult to conceal.

"Nothing, it's just that... the style of this tiger talisman reminds me of some distant memories, vague and hard to capture."

His voice was low and gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing the subtle emotions hidden deep in his heart.

Cheng Ji asked, "How much do you know about General Shangguan?"

Shangguan Qing said, "All I know is that he lived during the Warring States Period."

Cheng Ji's gaze was deep, as if penetrating the barriers of time and space.

He spoke slowly, "During the Warring States Period, it was an era when heroes emerged in large numbers, wars raged, and princes fought for supremacy."

Shangguan Qing sighed softly, his eyes falling on the tiger talisman in his hand. The mottled patina seemed to be telling of the forgotten glory.

She slowly closed her eyes, and a series of blurry images appeared in her mind: war horses neighing, battle flags fluttering, and the general named "Shangguan" standing in front of the battle line in armor, looking heroic.

However, it gradually faded away in the torrent of history, leaving only this tiger talisman as the only proof of his existence.

She opened her eyes, a trace of regret flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "It's a pity that the history books are vast, but there is no record of him to let future generations know his bravery and wisdom."

After saying this, she gently stroked the patterns on the tiger talisman, as if she could feel the general's tenacity and indomitable spirit. In this silent conversation, the dust of history seemed to be gently brushed away, revealing a barely perceptible light.

Cheng Ji's voice was like a warm spring breeze, gently brushing Shangguan Qing's heart and bringing a touch of comfort.

He gently pulled over an antique wooden chair and sat down next to Shangguan Qing. The two sat side by side, and their eyes fell on the tiger talisman that carried a thousand-year-old story.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window lattice and onto the table, adding a layer of golden glow to this quiet moment.

Cheng Ji took out a piece of soft silk cloth from his pocket and carefully wrapped the tiger talisman. His movements revealed a solemnity that was almost ritualistic.

He said softly: "This tiger talisman is not only a witness to history, but also a bridge connecting the past and the future. Perhaps we can try to find clues in a wider range of ancient books, or consult scholars who have in-depth research on the history of the Warring States Period."

Shangguan Qing's eyes were gentle yet firm. She looked into the distance, as if she had passed through the mist of time and space, reaching the distant and blurry figure of the hero.

"I hope we can find him," she whispered, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

She stood up and walked to the window. The last rays of the setting sun shone on her shoulders, covering her with a layer of golden battle armor.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she could smell the smoke and glory of that era from the wind.

Turning around, she pulled out a yellowed ancient book from the bookshelf. The cover was slightly mottled, but the handwriting was still clearly legible.

She gently turned the pages of the book, her fingertips gently sliding over each line of words, as if she was slowly sailing in the long river of history. Everything around her seemed to be still, with only the sound of turning pages and the occasional bird calls from outside the window, interweaving into an ancient and long movement.

Shangguan Qing's eyes sparkled with anticipation and determination. She believed that in this vast sea of ​​ancient books, she would be able to find the footprints of General Shangguan and let his bravery and wisdom see the light of day again.