It took three days to arrive at the post station at the border gate, "Miss, get off the bus and rest before leaving." The coachman supported the stool for getting out of the car and helped Bai Yourong get out of the car.

After all, the land is at the border of the Liyin country, and it is a bit desolate, and it is the season when all things grow, but this place is a desert where no grass grows. The inn was even more desolate in this barren place, with only three or four people guarding the inn, and the rest of the people taking turns to rest.

"Brother guard, can you resupply some water, my young lady hasn't been in water for a long time." As soon as the coachman came in, he went to the front and called the guards to ask for water.

"Go, the bucket is on the table in the middle of the room." The eldest brother of the guard is friendly, and the water in such places is usually carried from distant villages, and it can only be obtained after walking for many miles.

"Thank you, big brother, guard." Bai Yourong also knew that every drop of water here was hard-won, and nodded to the guards with a smile.

"It's a small thing." A guard saw the girl's gentle smile, and also grinned, showing her white teeth, looking honest and honest.

Bai Yourong looked at the sunset in the distance at the door, as if the sun had disappeared into the horizon in an instant. There is also the sunset, reflected in the distance, the vast desert, the endless sky, and the geese flying low back to their nests. It's really a scene of "falling glow and lonely birds flying together".

Now I know that the scenes in the poems are not all fantasies of poets, such a scene, who does not sigh when they see it, let alone a sentimental poet. They are the most uncontentious and unruly.

Bai Yourong looked at the scene in front of him, and fantasized that one day, he would build a wooden house, and there would be a vast world in front of the door, and there would be vegetables and fruits he grew in the backyard, and there would be someone who loved him. How did Gu Jue come to mind, how could he think of him, he was the Ninety-Five.

"Miss, come inside, there will be wind and sand outside in a while." A guard guarding the door said from the doorway of the inn.

"Oh, how long will it take to calm down?" I still need to wait a little longer, so Bai Yourong went into the house first, took out the pastries and dry goods he brought from the palace, and distributed them to a few guards by the way.

"I'm afraid it's because of the bumps along the way, so you can make do with it." Those pastries are all royal products in the palace. The taste is naturally good, but it has been dangling in the carriage for several days, and it doesn't look very good.