He hadn't experienced the cataclysm of the year, but his mother's description alone made it feel as if he had experienced it himself.

The hurricane swept up the yellow sand, like a stout dragon, sweeping all the way from the vast sea of sand, covering the once prosperous town with overwhelming gravel. The sand was thick and heavy, and the cattle and sheep houses were all annihilated under the yellow sand.

Perhaps when the next hurricane comes, the sea of sand will be carried away by the wind again, revealing the place where it was once lively.

But by that time, the house had collapsed, the bones were crumbling, and everything was long gone.

Everyone who leaves their hometown alive will be happy and painful.

Like Shaman, every year when that day comes, she bathes and fasts, praying like a devout believer for the souls of the unsightly beneath the sea of sand.

Shu Yan has followed her since she was a child to worship the dead, and the pain in her heart was also conveyed to him.

When he was a child, he could already understand the despair of facing heaven and earth and being powerless to resist.

For those who live thousands of miles away from Kyoto, the most fearful thing they don't want to see is a storm coming.

The luck of Lanqiang Ancient Town was too bad, and in the days of singing and dancing, it encountered this storm without warning. Even the most sophisticated and vicious locals in the city were unaware of the approaching footsteps of death.

Some died in their sleep, others wept in the dark.

After Shu Yan said this, he was silent for a long time.

Xie Shuning once went to Dunhuang and traveled along the endless desert for a long time. Of course, she also knew the horror of the storm in the desert, so when she heard the bad news of Lanqiang Ancient Town, she couldn't help but change her complexion.

Long. She hesitated and asked softly, "Can anyone survive?" ”

It's bad luck in the face of a storm, not to mention hiding in the city and still being destroyed, but it's hard to guarantee that no one will be lucky enough to escape.

Shu Yan just shook his head and said, "I heard that there was a caravan that escaped, but there were a few people in total, and whether this group of people finally reached the next destination alive." No one knows about it right now. As he spoke, he sighed secretly, "No matter what." Others escaped, even if it was a great blessing. ”

Xie Shuning listened while secretly calculating the distance between Lanqiang and Dunhuang in his heart.

She whispered, "Has it ever affected Dunhuang?" ”

The two are not far apart, but Dunhuang is rich. Lan Qiang is not as dazzling as it comes. Many people pass through here, preferring to walk a little more, but they are not willing to stop in Dunhuang than live in Lanqiang nearby.

"It's just a small wind, and it doesn't matter." Shu Yan said.

Xie Shuning breathed a long sigh of relief, it was finally a blessing in misfortune.

But this news still made them sad for their irrelevance.

At the same time, the almost ordinary news that Shu Yan told Xie Shuning was being sent to Yan Huai quickly.

When Yan Huai was walking around the thirty-six countries of the Western Regions in the past. I have been to Lanqiang.

He has a deep memory of Lan Qiang, Lan Qiang's wine. It's a must. The transparent and pure almost amber-like honey wine is the first wine that Yan Huai has tasted in his life. That taste, absolutely absolute. He still remembered that the seventh senior brother was greedy for a cup and got drunk. But he only held the glass of wine in his hand and drank it carefully for a long time.

The sweetness goes straight to the heart, but the aftertaste is full of stamina.

When it comes to Lan Qiang's wine, he can talk for a long time.

However, in the future, there will be no more Lanqiang in this world, and there will be no more Lanqiang honey wine that is as sweet as sugar.

When the news arrived, Yan Huai was sitting on the Taishi chair and closing his eyes and taking a nap.

After Jixiang and Turan were attacked, he sent almost all the people under his command out, but he did not notice any changes. The group seemed to have gone dormant after attacking the Turanis.

The enemy is in the dark, and as long as it does not move, it is difficult to find a trace.

Chinese New Year's Eve is just around the corner, but in the Chengguo Mansion, there is no festive atmosphere, as always, it is deserted, even if there is a Ruyi busy everywhere, it is not very effective. There are few people, and there is a lot of excitement.

Plus, no one was in that spirit.

The news of Lanqiang's encounter with the storm is tantamount to adding insult to injury.

Yan Huai grabbed the thin piece of paper with the news written on it, and remembered that when he sent Yan Lin away a few years ago, the look on Yan Lin's face at that time was hatred, disgust and envy.

He remembered that when they were both extremely young, before he was sent away by his father, his relationship with Yan Lin was not weak. Although they were not born to the same mother, Yan Lin's biological mother Xiao Wan treated him at the beginning, and still maintained the care and love on the surface, so he got very close to his half-brother.

Until he was sent away, the two brothers were close.

He even remembered the first time he heard Yan Lin call himself his brother, obviously he was still so young at the time, but even if he thinks about it now, he still remembers it vividly.

During the years he was in the Tianji Camp, he always thought that he was cold-blooded and ruthless enough, and decisive and ruthless enough.

But the reality is still as Senior Brother Seven said about him, he can't do it.

In the face of his brother who has obviously turned against him, he has never been able to kill him.

ruining Yan Lin's leg is almost his limit.

If you change the seventh senior brother, I am afraid that even if you are the biological father, if you lose him, you will have to immediately draw your sword and face each other, and you will not die.

People like them can't afford any hesitation and soft-heartedness.

He kept these words in mind, and in the end he still had murderous intentions towards Yan Lin.

Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows. Everyone understands this truth, but in the face of his grandmother's prayer, he still agreed to let Yanlin live.

Blood affection is sometimes so wonderful, with an innate bond.

He didn't kill Yan Lin, but separated him from Xiao Wan's family, who was like his beloved son, and sent him all the way to the ancient city of Lanqiang. Yan Lin, who has fine skin and tender meat, is used to growing up, how can he experience the wind and sand invasion outside the plug. Before leaving, Yan Lin cried and shouted, it was better to kill him on the spot.

But begging for death has never been much easier than surviving, and his snot and tears on his face are still useless.

The way to go still has to go, and the place to go always has to go.

Yan Huai sent him away. I didn't think about letting him come back. The people of the Iron Blood Alliance followed the three directly, followed Yan Lin, and controlled his every move. But he didn't show up in front of Yan Lin.

The second son of Yan, who was pampered and grew up, lived a difficult life in Lanqiang with no one to serve.

Unless he dies one day, he can only live in Lanqiang like this for the rest of his life.

Yan Huai spared his life, and indeed only one life.

Yan Lin survived, but was lost due to a sudden storm.

Hopefully, he's dead.

The three guards have not been heard from since. Eighty percent have all died.

Yan Huai's subordinates secretly exerted force, crumpling the thin paper.

He wasn't worried that Yan Lin was dead, he was only worried that Yan Lin wasn't dead.

Alienation from the outside world. There is no brother who can be said, he left Kyoto when he was about seven years old, and when he came back in his teens, he was busy cleaning up the mess of the Yan family, and naturally he didn't have time to eat, drink and have fun with others. Therefore, he has colleagues and subordinates in Beijing. But there is no friend who can make a heart.

If it weren't for the time when he was separated from the seventh senior brother. They made promises, and he really wanted to keep the seventh senior brother by his side.

Compared with Yan Lin, he is more like a brother with the seventh senior brother who grew up together.

Yan Huai crumpled the paper in his hand, his face showed an anxious look, Huo Ran stood up, pacing back and forth in place.

He desperately wanted someone to talk to him, just to talk.

The eyebrows and eyes of the beautiful young man were gradually filled with a heavy gloomy color, and the thin lips were tightly pursed into a line.

Sister Xian has been sick. Minor illnesses are always constant, and I took the medicine prescribed by Lu Kong a few days ago. It's just getting better.

He thought he was not afraid of anything, but he was obviously very afraid. I'm afraid that Sister Xian'er will pass away one day sooner or later, I'm afraid of this, I'm afraid of that, I'm afraid of everything.

The tall young man in black was silent, strode open, and pushed the door out. Out of the gate of the Chengguo Mansion, he went straight to Xie Shuning. When he got closer, he was inexplicably timid, feeling that his stomach was full of words, but it seemed that he shouldn't say a word to others.

He hesitated, hesitated again and again, did not go to see Xie Shuning, turned around and went back to the Chengguo Mansion.

Xie Shuning didn't know all this.

Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching, and pedestrians on the street are becoming more and more rare, and it is difficult to meet one for almost half a day. Families put up lights and prepared for the Chinese New Year's Eve vigil.

In this small mansion in the north city, there are other happy events.

On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, when the sky was bright, Xie Shuning heard a rustling sound in the house.

The house was half-old, but they had cleaned it thoroughly before they moved in, so that rats didn't run around her bedroom.

She knew it wasn't a mouse, and she felt very sleepy, but she still opened her eyes in a daze, and followed the sound.

When she saw that it was Turan, she couldn't help muttering: "It's not dawn yet, what are you going ......to do when you get up?"

It's cold, who doesn't want to spend a while in the warm quilt, there are not many rules in the house now, and the maids can also steal a little lazy.

She muttered, her eyelids as heavy as a mountain, and she had to close them again, roll over and fall asleep again.

Suddenly her body was cold, she frowned, reached out to grab the quilt, but she didn't move.

"Turan......" She was half asleep and half awake, unconscious, and her body was weak, she didn't see any movement after a few pulls, so she could only slowly open her eyes to look, only to see Turan holding the corner of her quilt and staring at her with a red face, "If I hadn't slept in a daze, I should still be your master, right?" ”

Which maid dared to pull her quilt while her young lady was sleeping?

Xie Shuning had never heard of such a thing in her life!

She grabbed the corners of the quilt, straightened her slender wrist, and squeezed the quilt a few times.

"Miss...... Don't sleep, the slave has something to tell you......"

She muttered sleepily, "Say it......" (To be continued......

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