The Peacock River was diverted, and the Peacock River Inn by the river must have disappeared and become a broken wall in the Huanglong Sand Sea.

Where will the Kuzhna and Kulia sisters flee?

In just one year, I didn't expect that Loulan, which haunted the world, would have such a vicissitudes of life, but it was a poisonous curse from the devil!

My family and country were so fragile in the face of the impermanence of God, and for the first time I had a sense of despair that wanted to cry without tears.

is either for Liu Nan'er's departure, or for the fear that it will be difficult to see Shangguan Yanxi and Sister Kurina again in this life.

After obtaining my grandfather's consent, Qin Chong, Liu Zhen'er, and Sha Mihan and I left the slow-moving camel team and rode out of the Yumen Pass to inquire about Miss Yanxi's whereabouts.

The original oasis has disappeared, and we walked more than 50 miles northwest along the vague causeway of Puchang Sea, with the remnants of poplar and dead willow as the landmark, and the vaguely visible outline of the ancient city of Loulan appeared in front of our eyes.

The buildings have long been emptied, and the hills and ravines of yellow sand fill every corner of the old city, leaving only patches of mottled and scattered roofs, like duckweed on the water, floating on the surface of the sand sea.

In the past, the pavilions of the wealthy families of the government office were small boats floating on the sea of sand, and the roofs were full of European sparrows that had lived on the coast of Puchang for generations and could not bear to leave, chirping and screaming.

There was nothing left, and the long street where Sister Kurina and we walked together last year, the elegant and pure Han woman Shangguan girl in front of the Los Angeles Post Hall, and the prosperous old dreams that accompanied Loulan were all buried under the ruthless cold yellow sand.

"Shangguan Yanxi! Where are you?

I wept like a child at the ruins of the dead street.

Miss Yanxi with a smile and a fluttering colorful skirt! Looking forward to the affectionate, bright-eyed, and talented "Shangguan Little Brother"!

The dancer of the ice and snow play, the on the top of the mountain, the beauty in the night of Shangyuan, where are you?

"Young master, don't be sad, the Los Angeles Post Post should have moved to other places long ago! Mud Castle, Yeonjo Castle in Guizi, and Akaya Castle in Usun are all possible! Miss Shangguan will definitely be fine! ”

Liu Zhen'er comforted that in the letters left to me by Miss Yanxi in Chang'an, she also mentioned the relocation of the Loulan branch of the Los Angeles Post Station, but where did she move?

The return journey of the caravan happened to pass through Yumen Pass and take the north road, so I could only inquire along the way.

Miss Yan Xi and I met at Yumen Pass this autumn, but it was only June.

It is impossible for the caravan cargo to stay in Yumen for such a long time, and my grandfather will definitely not agree to stay alone.

On our way to Hexi, we didn't meet the postman who was going east of the Los Angeles Post Station, which means that Miss Yanxi's person must still be in the Western Regions, and I must find her.

Thinking of this, my heart is much better, and without further ado, hurry to the Peacock River to see how Kuzhina and her inn are doing.

I'm not too worried about Kuzhina, her family lives here, and she has more experience in how to fight the wind and fight than Miss Yanxi.

In addition, her family also has a stable rear, which is the five-color sea winery of her aunt's house at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, two hundred miles away from Loulan.

Once the Peacock River Inn was in trouble, the whole family would definitely move to her aunt's.

I turned over and got on the horse, and Qin Chong couldn't wait for a long time, the little sister of the Ku family might still be waiting for him on the bank of the Peacock River!

The four of us galloped along the left bank of Puchang Sea in the desert for more than three hours before arriving at the Peacock River Inn.

When we came to this area last year, it was still an oasis with no end in sight, but now it has no life.

The original course of the Peacock River has been buried in the yellow sand, and the poplar forest behind the inn is still there, but half of the tree trunk is buried in the yellow sand.

The roof of the inn had been opened by the desert hurricane, and the log walls had been buried in the sand.

Like the ancient city of Loulan, the originally rich and peaceful home is now as dead as a lonely grave.

There are no people, no laughter of beautiful women, no camels and horses of caravans, no fat sheep stew, no naan baking.

As if the footprints of the world have never stepped in, the picture of hugging Kurina and playing in the water in the Peacock River last year is just a phantom that has never happened.

This time it was Qin Chong's turn to cry, his little sister Kulia was gone, and his biggest dream in this life was to marry Kulia.

There is no trace of the horse road that used to lead to the five-colored sea, only the boundless sea of sand in the shape of sparkling fish scales.

In addition, our drinking water supplies have been exhausted, and we have been away from the team for ten days, and there is no guide to lead the way, so there is no possibility of going to the five-colored sea.

The brocade clothes of the thin feather cicada silk that Kuzhina bought in Jiankang City are still in the package behind me, and it seems that there is no chance to hand them over to her this trip.

I don't know when I will be able to meet again next time, and my heart is full of exhaustion and melancholy.

Zi said: Those who can't be chased in the past are also in the year! Go and don't see it, dear!

The fear and sorrow that I will never see again in this life came to me, and Miss Yanxi and Sister Kuzhina, these two women who gave me a piece of true affection, did not feel much before.

Now when you really want it but can't see it, it's a kind of desolation that you can't get rid of.

Qin Chong sat on the sand and looked into the distance without tears, Liu Zhen'er and Sha Mihan took a lot of effort to help him onto the horse.

I promised Qin Chong that I would help him marry the little sister of the Ku family, and it seems that this promise will be fulfilled in a few years.

When we returned to the northern trade road outside the Yumen Pass, Grandpa and the others had been waiting for us there for nearly two days.

In the capital of the kingdom along the northern trade route, there are many local merchants who have been doing business with our Jincheng Yi family for hundreds of years.

Forty years ago, when my grandfather reorganized the caravan and began to walk on the north-south trade route in the Western Regions, it was only when these family ties that were once interrupted by war were reconnected.

So now whenever my caravan passes through any royal city, there are local merchants who sell my silk.

So along the northern trade routes, we have sold a third of the silk we brought back from Middle Earth, and the rest will be shipped back to the Qingfengze Inn in Khotan.

When the ice and snow melt on the Green Mountains in the second year, Grandpa, Grandpa, and Uncle Su will go south to Kushan, Sasanian, Poison, and rest in peace.

The silks were sold to the Persian and Roman caravans and local merchants, and the profits were more than twice as high as those of the Western Regions north of the Green Mountains.

Then they purchased local pearls, corals, ivory, crystals and other local products and transported them back to Khotan, and shipped them to distant Middle-earth together with the Kunlun jade from Chang'anfang.

In this way, my caravan has completed a cycle on the way to the caravan, and the time is usually more than three years.

It is in such a reincarnation of business that grandpa has changed from a high-spirited and proud young man to an old man with white hair and a face full of vicissitudes today.

On the way back to Khotan, I led Qin Chong and them to inquire about the whereabouts of the Shangguan Yan Xiluocheng Post Post in a frenzied manner.

Every earthen city and every national capital searched like digging three feet into the ground, but there was no information about Shangguan Yanxi.

This famous Han family post in the Western Regions seems to have suddenly evaporated from the world, and the merchants encountered have no idea where it is going.

Some people said that we moved back to Chang'an, but we didn't meet it on the way back.

Some merchants told me that in the capital of the Rouran Khanate, they seemed to have seen this Han family's trading company, but the owner of the trading company was a man with eyebrows.

Until the eleventh month of the summer calendar, my caravan crossed the South Tianshan Mountains along the Wusun Ancient Road, passed through Shule, Shache, and Shanpi countries, and returned to the Qingfengze homeland in Khotan.

And Miss Yanxi, who haunted me, has passed ten years since I saw her again, and it is really destined to be married!