The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Chen Siyao held up her phone, clearly displaying the poem on the stone wall in the live broadcast room.

"Having fought a hundred battles in the yellow sands, I wear golden armor; I will not return until I have slain Loulan. Frost and snow on the border stain my battle robes; peach blossoms in my hometown drift into my dreams."... Lines of vigorous and powerful handwriting, with both the heroism of a warrior on the battlefield and the delicacy of a scholar, instantly captivated all the viewers.

Yang Wanqing leaned closer, whispered a few lines of poetry, and exclaimed with wide eyes, "My God... this is so well written! It's even more powerful than the frontier poems in our textbooks!"

Chen Siyao was also deeply moved, and turned to look at Chen Hao with eyes full of admiration.

So General Feng really is that talented! What my brother said was all true! Those poems... this general truly has both military and poetic talent!

Chen Hao walked slowly to the stone wall, his fingertips gently brushing the cool stone surface, and memories from a thousand years ago flooded his mind once again.

He spoke softly, his voice traveling through the live broadcast equipment and reaching the ears of every viewer: "These are all poems that Feng Changqing wrote during breaks in his campaigns."

He spent his life fighting on the battlefield, always saying that generals defend the country, while poets leave their mark; he would establish himself through poetry once the world was at peace. Unfortunately, he didn't live to see that day.

The live stream room had already exploded with excitement; all the previous doubts and ridicule had turned into shock and awe.

[I'm a terrible student]: Holy crap! This is truly a frontier poem that has been lost for a thousand years! The handwriting and writing style perfectly match the characteristics of the Tang Dynasty! This is definitely not a fake!

[Poetry enthusiast Lao Lin]: Every word is written with blood, every line is powerful and resounding! This is the true spirit of the Tang Dynasty! General Feng Changqing's buried talent has finally seen the light of day again!

[Adventure enthusiast Xiao Zhou]: I got goosebumps! The general was both a scholar and a warrior! It's so touching!

[Keyboard Warrior Himself]: I'm completely speechless! The harsher my insults were before, the more my face stings now! This isn't a script! It's the truth of a thousand years of history!

[The Nationwide Apology Team]: Everyone apologizes! This is the most meaningful live stream! This is true cultural inheritance!

[Little Strawberry Isn't Sour]: Brother is amazing! Not only did he know the location of the tomb, but he also knew the general's wish!

【I am Ying Zheng】: Is Yao Yao a feng shui master? Finding the dragon vein and dividing the gold depends on the winding mountains; each winding mountain is a barrier?

The old professor carefully opened the wooden box in the corner, inside which was a stack of silk scrolls neatly arranged, also covered with poems, and was extremely well preserved.

"This is... Feng Changqing's handwritten poem! The silk material and the ink composition are all genuine Tang Dynasty artifacts!" The old professor held the silk, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"This is a national-level cultural relic! It's enough to rewrite the history of Tang Dynasty frontier poetry! It's enough to fill all the historical gaps in the biography of Feng Changqing!"

At that moment, the number of viewers in the live stream exceeded 100,000, and the hashtag "Feng Changqing's poems appear in the world" quickly rose to third place on the trending topics list, following closely behind "The streamer discovers an ancient tomb."

The screen was filled with comments like "Goddess of Positive Energy," "Guardian of History," and "Godly Brother, so awesome!" The former haters disappeared, leaving only endless praise and admiration.

[Yaoyao is super sweet today]: Yaoyao is now a top-tier streamer! That's amazing!

【No Sugar in Milk Tea】: The mansion in Baotian City is real, the ancient tomb is real, the general's poems are real, and Yao Yao's kindness is real!

[History major underachiever]: Because of Yao Yao, I learned about the story of General Feng Changqing and fell in love with Tang poetry! This is what live streaming should be like!

The definition of Feng Changqing, the "Second Most Handsome Man at Fudan University," needs to be rewritten. He was not only a general, but also a poet.

[Not judging by looks] This is truly inspiring! Historical records describe Feng Changqing as short, ugly, and lame, yet he not only excelled in warfare but also wrote such excellent poetry.

The gifts were piled up one after another. The list was filled with history professors from various universities or people who organized poetry clubs, but the top spot was occupied by a very chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) nickname: "I am Qin Shi Huang"?

As Chen Siyao watched the spectacular scene in the live stream, her eyes welled up with tears again, and she tightly grasped Chen Hao's hand.

From being universally criticized to universally praised, from an unknown streamer to a top-tier positive influencer, all of this was given to me by my brother. I not only cleared my name of all the stigma, but I also did something truly meaningful.

Chen Hao felt his sister's warmth, his eyes filled with a gentle smile.

My gaze finally fell on the bunch of dried Gesang flowers in front of Feng Changqing's tomb.

A thousand years ago, this famous general of the northern frontier defended the country and shed his blood on the Gobi Desert. Now, all that remains is a mound of yellow earth and a green monument. The wind howls through the poplar forest in front of the tomb, as if history is sighing softly.

Chen Siyao gently took his arm, while Yang Wanqing squatted to the side, curiously fiddling with the camel thorns on the ground. The three young people finished their homage to the sage and turned to walk towards the white SUV parked by the roadside.

This is the car they rented for their self-driving trip in northern Xinjiang. The wheels rolled over the gravel of the Gobi Desert as they headed deeper into northern Xinjiang to see the grandeur and gentleness of this land beyond the Great Wall.

Chen Siyao held up her phone and pointed it out the window. "My darlings, we've had enough of poetry. Now let's move on to the northern frontier as described by General Feng."

[I am Ying Zheng]: The Northern Frontier is definitely worth seeing in person. I admire Hao Ge.

[I don't eat cilantro]: Look at Hao Ge, look at Hao Ge! Hao Ge is so handsome! I want to have Hao Ge's babies!

[No sugar in milk tea]: Who wants to have your babies? Go find a monkey to have your babies. Brother Hao belongs to everyone.

[Snowflakes Falling Everywhere]: Don't you guys have any shame? Chen Hao would never even look at you.

As Chen Hao started the car, his fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel, and the scenery outside the window rushed into his eyes in an overwhelming and spectacular manner.

No longer are the desolate poplars by the graves, but the boundless Bayinbuluke Grassland, so green it's as if the gods have splashed a whole jar of jade on it, with soft green grass covering the rolling hills, stretching all the way to where the sky meets the earth.

The pale blue sky was so low it seemed you could reach out and touch it, with large, fluffy white clouds hanging in the sky, slowly moving in the wind.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting patches of light and shadow across the grassland, like the earth breathing. Occasionally, herds of cattle and sheep scattered across the green carpet, white, black, and brown, grazing leisurely.

The distant snow-capped mountains, covered in pristine white snow, gleamed with a cool, clear light under the sun, creating a striking contrast with the vibrant life of the grassland.

Chen Hao's gaze swept across the window, his heart clear and serene. The restlessness and clamor accumulated in the city were completely washed away in this northern frontier, leaving only awe of nature and tranquility towards life.

He came on a whim, but he never expected that the mountains and rivers of the Western Regions, which were once all yellow sand and strife, would now have such a healing power. The winds and sands of a thousand years have blown by, famous generals have passed away, but the mountains and rivers remain the same. The troubles of the world are but a drop in the ocean in this vast world.

As the car slowly drove along the winding mountain road, a lake resembling a sapphire nestled among the mountains suddenly appeared before our eyes—the renowned Sayram Lake in northern Xinjiang, known as "the last tear of the Atlantic Ocean."

The lake water is a pure and deep blue. When there is no wind, it is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the sky, snow-capped mountains, and clouds. The lake shore is covered with golden grass and wildflowers. When the wind blows, the lake surface ripples, and the shimmering light is so dazzling that it is hard to open one's eyes.

"Brother! Stop the car! This place is so beautiful!" Chen Siyao excitedly patted the passenger seat, her eyes shining like stars. "Let's get out and take pictures!"

Yang Wanqing immediately sat up straight, holding up her phone and shouting, "Quick, quick! The viewers in the live stream are all waiting to see the beautiful scenery! If we film this, it'll be an instant sensation!"