After hearing this from Lou Yebai's mouth, Hua Qingmo immediately went to the Lou family's library to check out the things about this desert storm. There, she found no books about the storm.

But the strange thing is that before she came to the library pavilion, Lou Yebai told her so.

"Madame Bai, if you are interested in this matter, you can go to the library and look for a book. One of Lou's ancestors, because he loved the desert very much, wrote down a qiē in the time before and after the last storm. And when the storm hit, he went out of Loulan City, saying that he wanted to see the magnificent changes of heaven and earth with his own eyes, and never came back after that, and the book was found in the desert after the storm. Therefore, the head of the Lou family at that time, that is, the lord of the ancient city of Loulan, forbade the people of Loulan to read the book, so the book has been sealed in the Zài Library Pavilion, and no one has seen it. Madame Bai is not from Loulan, so she is naturally not bound by this ancestral teaching. ”

From Lou Yebai's words, it can be heard that those records are indeed in the library pavilion. But she searched around and couldn't find it, someone must have taken it before her.

"Zi Xiao?"

At this time, Hua Qingmo thought of the book that Bai Zixiao was holding in his hand that day. Although it was only a few glances, but now that she recalled the few words in it, she could be sure that that book was the book recorded by the Lou family about the periodic desert storms around the ancient city of Loulan.

After confirming this, Hua Qingmo immediately went back to the room to look for it. Beneath Bai Zixiao's pillow, she found the record.

The cover of the book is dark blue paper, which looks very old because of its age, and even fades in some places, making it look very old.

Turning around and sitting on the couch, Hua Qingmo opened the book, and there were only three words on the first page of the book, thinking that it was the real owner of this record.

Lou Xunhuan.

Continuing to look back, Hua Qingmo found that what Lou Xunhuan left behind was an introduction to the surroundings of the ancient city of Loulan, but a hundred years have passed, and there are many scenes that are already things and people. After reading dozens of pages, Hua Qingmo suddenly read it out loud.

"Beginning on October 15, the wind and sand in Loulan at night began to get longer and longer, and when I walked out of the room the next day, the sand and gravel piled up on the ground were much heavier than usual, and I knew it was coming."

"On October 20, the wind and sand in Loulan at night will last for about four hours. During the day, the sky is as blue as ever, but in the evening the sky starts to turn gray and yellow. There were a few birds that could still be seen, but there was no trace of them, and the time was almost up. ”

"In the early morning of October 29, it came, and the whole of Loulan was like a dead city, and there was no trace of anyone in sight. The sky was shrouded in yellow sand, and it became extremely low, as if it was within reach. In the distance, I could see a pillar of wind rolled up by yellow sand towards Loulan, and what I had dreamed of finally arrived. ”

"After the first wave of the storm stopped, the desert was calm, but the sky was still covered in yellow sand. The world is magnificent, endless and vast, and I feel that Loulan is God's gift to the desert. ”

"There was a golden light shining in the distance, and above the desert, it was particularly dazzling. It's like the most beautiful safflower in the desert, and the most indispensable water. I couldn't help but get closer, and what appeared in front of me was ......"

The recording ends here, followed by a blank space. Closing the book, Hua Qingmo put it back under Bai Zixiao's pillow. Then, leaning against the edge of the bed, her eyes looking distracted.

What did Lou Xunhuan see after the storm? It actually made him stop recording the storm.

However, according to the words in Lou Xunhuan's record. Soon, that storm will come, and today is the 28th of October, and tomorrow will be the rare day of the century.

At night, the sound of wind and sand outside was the noisiest in the past few days when Hua Qingmo came to Loulan. The sound of sand falling on the rubble, the sound of falling on the ground, and the constant clashing of doors and windows as the wind swept up the doors, any of them was a bustle.

Turning over, Hua Qingmo turned her back to Bai Zixiao, and her breathing suddenly became lighter. Since he came back at noon, Hua Qingmo wanted to ask Bai Zixiao if he chose to arrive in Loulan at this time because of the upcoming wind and sand.

It's not that she's cranky, it's that the timing is so compatible, and it really doesn't seem to be a coincidence.

"If there's anything you want to ask, just ask! If you toss and turn like this, I am afraid that I will not be able to sleep tonight. Bai Zixiao leaned towards Hua Qingmo, and her hands tightly wrapped around her slender waist. The bodies of the two were tightly attached to each other, and the temperature seemed to merge with each other, unable to clear each other.

Hearing Bai Zixiao say this, Hua Qingmo turned around quickly, and her hand slowly groped in the dark, until she touched Bai Zixiao's eyebrows, and her movements stopped. Beneath her fingertips were Bai Zixiao's eyebrows, and although they were in the dark, she felt as if she could see his beautiful and heroic eyebrows.

"Zixiao, what exactly does Loulan have?" After being silent for a long time, Hua Qingmo finally spoke. She really wanted to know what was important here, so that Bai Zixiao had come all the way here. Moreover, it is still at such a dangerous time.

Hearing Hua Qingmo's words, Bai Zixiao suddenly laughed. It's just that in the night, in the dark, Hua Qingmo can't see his smile, otherwise she can know how indifferent and casual his smile is at this time, how calm and unhurried, how meaningless.

Bai Zixiao didn't answer Hua Qingmo, he just hugged Hua Qingmo tightly, and his movements were slightly heavy. After a while, he suddenly turned over and pressed Hua Qingmo under him, his lips pressed to her ear, and his voice was evil and flirtatious.

"Mo'er, tomorrow there will be a once-in-a-century storm, maybe we will all be buried under the yellow sand, it's better to be happy at this moment, life must be happy, okay?"

After speaking, Bai Zixiao kissed Hua Qingmo. She wanted to refuse, but Bai Zixiao never gave Hua Qingmo a chance to refuse herself.

Outside, the wind and sand did not stop.

Inside the house, another kind of wind and sand also seems to be unstoppable.

In the early morning of the next day, when Hua Qingmo was still in her dream, Bai Zixiao called her up.

After bathing and changing clothes, Bai Zixiao changed into a peony red coat, with extremely light dark blue concave lines floating on the clothes. Outside is draped in a dark purple peony flower coat, the cuffs are wide, standing in the wind, hunting and flying, such as feathering immortals. The cuffs and edges of the robe are dark blue trimmed, embroidered with gold thread moire, and on the right shoulder, two peonies open side by side.

Hua Qingmo changed into a cloud-white printed silver moire top, and the lower body was a crimson skirt embroidered with crape myrtle flowers. Maybe it's because Hua Qingmo is too thin, so she dresses like a soft willow in the wind, which makes people feel pity.

After changing her clothes, Hua Qingmo spread off her long hair that had been coiled up in the bath, and then she picked up the jade comb and prepared to comb her long hair. At this time, Bai Zixiao suddenly grabbed her wrist and took the jade comb over.

Hua Qingmo was a little surprised, and when she was about to speak, the movements of Bai Zixiao were reflected in the bronze mirror in front of her.

He wants to help him comb his hair.

Suddenly, the room fell silent, and the sound of the wind and sand dancing outside became even more wanton. After a while, Bai Zixiao tied Hua Qingmo's long hair, and even inserted a black jade carved peony flower between her hair.

"Nine thousand years old is really proficient in everything." Hua Qingmo looked at the white purple flute's bun and couldn't help but speak jokingly. "If other women know that you are so good, I'm afraid they will come and rob you with Mo'er."

"It's getting more and more presumptuous, and even the jokes of the Lord will be played." Bai Zixiao reached out and knocked on Hua Qingmo's head, and the action was neither light nor heavy. He stretched out his hand to Hua Qingmo, and his beautiful face was on the peony on his shoulder, as if he was even more evil and bewitching: "Doesn't Mo'er want to know what Loulan has?" The Doge will take you right now to see what the Doge wants. ”

"At this time?" Hua Qingmo was a little surprised, because the wind outside sounded particularly weird. But looking at Bai Zixiao in front of her, she suddenly felt relieved.

No matter when, with him, he doesn't have to worry about anything, he is not afraid of anything.

Putting his hand in Bai Zixiao's hand, the ten fingers of the two were intertwined, like vines that were intertwined at two moments, and they would not leave until death.

Walking outside, the sky is as recorded in Lou Xunhuan. Yellow sand blankets the sky, staining the white clouds scattered with books in the sky the color of desert. Between the winds, the stratus clouds in the sky rolled, like a tidal wave, with an extreme, as if swallowing a qiē hunger and desire.

The sky was now extremely low, as if it were at a level within reach, but the stratus clouds that hung over it seemed to be about to be pressed down, and it became more and more terrifying. In the wind that rises around, the yellow sand accompanies it, and when it blows on people's faces, it hurts like pins and needles.

Bai Zixiao took out the gold silk mask and put it on for Hua Qingmo before putting it on for herself.

"Let's go." Bai Zixiao said coldly, and led Hua Qingmo towards the door of the Lou family. The Lou family along the way is no longer as crowded as usual, and there is only a kind of dead silence and loneliness.

When they arrived at the door, Youyun Sixteen Riders, Chu Xiangbai, Ye Xing and others were all standing by their mounts waiting for the two of them. In addition, by the red lacquered wooden pillar next to the door, Lou Yebai, dressed in white, stood there.

"Bai Zixiao, where you are going, there are a lot of covetous, be careful." Lou Yebai spoke, his tone was gentle and calm, implying concern. Although he and Bai Zixiao have not seen each other for many years, the righteousness of his youth has not withered with time.

Hearing Lou Yebai's words, Bai Zixiao just hooked the corners of his lips, and his smile was even more weird and evil than the sky at this time.

"Lou Yebai, this overlord has not fallen to the point where you are worried."

"Also, Lou is not qualified to worry about nine thousand years old." Lou Yebai chuckled, his expression calm and flat. He waved his hand at Hua Qingmo and Bai Zixiao, his movements looked respectful, but there was no sense of humility.

"The grass building is white at night, congratulations to nine thousand years old! Congratulations to Her Royal Highness the Empress! ”