Lu Yixuan didn't know when the storm stopped, he was tired and tired when he woke up, his throat was almost hoarse, Feng Mingxie didn't seem to have closed his eyes, and the rare haggard contrasted his slightly pale face with a little elegance and gentleness, and the gold and silver weaving flowers slowly climbed up to those light eyes, and when he looked up, he slammed into her chest steadily.

When she was dying, she hurriedly opened her eyes and cursed, only to suddenly find that the sun was blazing in the desert.

Lu Yixin crawled out of the broken city, and the wind and sand changed the shape of many landmarks and sand dunes, and it was impossible to tell where he was.

After a sandstorm, the sun became even more vicious, and in a moment it made people dizzy and difficult to stand, and the footprints that had just passed were drowned by the quicksand without a trace.

One can imagine how the passing business travelers quietly disappeared into the desert, and the feeling of despair and helplessness would come from all directions.

Feng Mingxie rubbed his forehead and coughed lightly, Lu Yixuan was so startled that he hurriedly jumped up and hugged him, but he stumbled over the quicksand by himself: "Is there any discomfort?" She was still thinking that a man was bitten by a ring snake yesterday, although she didn't dare to slack off with poisonous blood.

Feng Mingxie didn't sleep all night, there was still some buzzing in his ears, he shook his head comfortingly: "Yaohu Lake used to have an old city named Yulan, not surprisingly, this is the place." "This deserted site abandoned by wind and sand has become the best place for desert animals to escape the black storm.

Lu Yixuan turned around and looked at the ruins of the broken wall that saved their lives, full of emotion and regret: "I can't imagine that the prosperous city of the Sitong Road mentioned in "Dry Travel Record" is nothing more than the sand that has passed in time, and it is a luxury to even make people look back. ”

Feng Mingxie was surprised that the books that this little girl had read and knew could always be expected, no, he was the one who should not be surprised.

He tilted his head, only to see Lu Yixuan open the dilapidated wooden door like a flash of inspiration in his mind, squatted to block the wind from all directions, and took out a small embroidery needle from his arms, and carefully saw that the middle of the thin needle was wrapped in red wax: "Borrow." The little girl blinked and before her words fell, she had already grabbed Feng Mingxie's clothes, pulled a strand of embroidered silk from her fingertips, tied the silk thread to the red wax, and hung the needle in the quiet room, and the embroidery needle shook back and forth for a while before gradually setting the direction.

Feng Ming was evil, a surprise appeared, and the magnetic needle was suspended in the north and south.

He should have known that this girl was very bold and careful.

"If this is Yaohu Lake, then the south-facing Hujaw Mountains can get closer to the way we came, and after the wind and sand pass, General Yang will definitely send people to search, and we have to go to the place where we can meet them as much as possible." Lu Yixuan's thinking is very clear, his throat is dry and hoarse, and there is a faint pain, the two of them have no water or food, they are already anxious, and their physical strength is exhausted, and they are afraid that it will be difficult to move an inch if they go down.

In the land of quicksand, if you stop for half a day, the bones will be buried by the wind and dust, and no one knows.

This terrible thought lingered in Lu Yixuan's mind.

They can't sit still, they have to save themselves.

The two supported each other and walked side by side, not asking much and not talking much, saving physical strength is the first choice at the moment, but Feng Mingxie is still very curious.

"Ahem, this king wants to meet your little-known master now." He became more and more interested in what kind of famous teacher Lu Yixuan's so-called strange man in the mountains and wilderness was, like an omnipotent and omniscient old man, who taught this girl insight and ability that ordinary people could not see.

Lu Yixin raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

The two laughed silently, tacitly.

Under the long sunshine, the heat and waters of the mirage are mad, knowing the thirst and despair, powerless, breathing with the friction of the dry wind and gravel, and every step hurts in the ears.

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light from a distance quickly slid across Lu Yixuan's face, the little girl was stunned and raised her eyes to look at the light from the place, small and dazzling, she couldn't tell what it was, only knew that the beam of light was far away, she raised her hand and squinted her eyes, and Feng Mingxie beside her grabbed her sleeves flying in the wind.

"It's General Yang." The man confirmed and was pleasantly surprised.

Before Lu Yixuan could understand, he saw the man tear off the embroidery of the colorful bird's tail on the outside of his own white robe, and the engraving in the gold and silver threads was lifelike, and the silk threads were wrapped in layers of small gold and jade chips, shining and burning in the sun, stinging eyelashes.

Halo refraction.

Lu Yixuan was clear in an instant, she grabbed the golden jade chip and danced her feet and waved her hands constantly, the scorching sun folded on the metal and dripped dialysis, as if echoing each other's signals, sending out scorching flares from afar, in the yellow sand desert, the sound would be swallowed up by dust in an instant, the most powerless shouts and calls for help.

Sure enough, in a moment, the chaotic horses' hooves had stepped in front of him, and it was a hundred-person search team.

Before the horse's hooves stopped, the people had already jumped down, their armor was dazzling, and they knelt down with trembling fists: "The end will be late, please forgive the prince!" General Yang was not able to breathe slowly from his chest until this moment, and the two of them were safe and sound.

God knows, when he learned that the prince of Fengyang and Lu Yixuan were trapped in the desert, he was so angry and desperate, as soon as the sandstorm stopped, he immediately sent several teams to look for it.

"You don't have to blame General Yang, everything is the king's assertions, and it has nothing to do with you." Feng Mingxie rubbed his forehead and waved his hand to take all the fault on himself, "Vice General Long Biao has returned to the camp?" He was more concerned about the little general who had not returned before the storm.

"The young general is fine, thank you for your care." After the horse, two people knelt on their knees, their heads were lowered to the dust, one was naturally the deputy general of the dragon standard, and the other was Dongting.

General Yang didn't dare to let go of the corners of his lips, and he wanted to give the young general a head hammer with a breath of air, Feng Mingxie obviously wanted to go to the Dragon Standard Camp to be alone in the desert, if there was a business trip, everyone would be to blame, and now Yang Keshan went to look at this rich and absurd bone, how to think that the little prince was a loyal and patriotic, sympathetic to the humerus of the border soldiers, and he blamed himself for being unreasonable and clumsy.

I can't wait to shake a big mouth.

The young general of the dragon mark was sweating and couldn't even swallow half a word, and the Dongting next to him didn't dare to raise his head, but as the guard of the little prince, he repeatedly failed to protect him, and his crime was unforgivable.

"Get up." This yellow sand desert, kneeling on the ground, what kind of system, Feng Mingxie waved his hand.

Dongting hurriedly got up from the gravel, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a bloodstained strip of cloth wrapped in the man's palm: "Are you injured?" His expression tightened, causing Yang Keshan and others to rush forward to ask for warmth.

"Minor injuries." Feng Mingxie covered his mouth and nose lightly, and blamed Dongting for making a fuss.

"The prince was bitten by a snake in the middle of the desert, and he has been poisoned to clear his blood, and after returning to the camp, he also asked General Yang to urgently announce the military doctor for treatment." Lu Yixuan advised, lest Feng Mingxie be fooled by the past.

"Definitely," Yang Keshan bared his teeth when he heard this, and dozens of species of snakes in the desert were of different poisons, "Miss Lu is fine this night." These two people are not fuel-efficient lamps, and I don't know how they survived the night, he looked at Lu Yixuan with a cat-like face, what's the matter, it seems that he has cried.

"Wang Ye Ji is a celestial person, I'm just a bare." Lu Yixuan finally had a moment of relief, and took the water bladder handed by the young general of Long Biao, and couldn't wait to pour two sips, choking on his throat.

Feng Mingxie was light but didn't have any impatience, raised his hand and patted Lu Yixuan's shoulder and back to smooth her breath, naturally impersonating the realm of no one.

Yang Keshan felt his heart beat for some reason, the lonely man and widow stayed in the desert for a day and a night, Feng Xiaowang looked at the girl of the Lu family and cared for the girl of the Lu family, Lu Yixian, as soon as he heard that Feng Mingxie entered the desert alone, he didn't want to die into the wind and sand circle, Yang Keshan's eyes looked left and right, isn't it-

Oops.

Why didn't he see for the first time that the rumors between the two of them were true.

The royal relatives and relatives, the tiger girl.

"General Yang," Yang Keshan was stunned, his head was stunned, Feng Mingxie was patting the mane of the silver saddle white horse, "What is the situation in the army now?" ”

"It has been prepared according to the instructions of the prince, just waiting for Lu Henian and Su Yi to return to the camp, but I don't know how to deal with Le Muqin in Pheasant Xincheng." Yang Keshan was like a song, and motioned for the horse team to turn around and rest for a while and prepare to return to the camp.

"Le Muqin is dead." Lu Yixin did not have time to explain the process until this moment.

"Okay!" Yang Keshan was dumbfounded but couldn't help but applaud, Le Muqin actually died in the hands of the little girl in front of him, "Back then, he set 8,000 soldiers into the city to burn and loot, and half of the unjust souls of the 270,000 people on the border also had his share, so he killed well!" Those of them who remember the tragic events of killing the people of the three cities back then hated to cut Le Muqin with a thousand knives, "Little Lord, isn't that the best opportunity to attack Pheasant Xin City now?!" "The general defending the city has been killed, and the people of Pheasant Xin City are unstable, so they should be caught off guard.

"Attack Pheasant City?" Lu Yixuan was shocked and shocked when he heard it, and he was more enthusiastic and excited, "When did the prince make the calculation?" "This man has already made the whole plan leaky.

"If it weren't for this sandstorm, Xing would have come to the city," Feng Mingxie had a strategic arc on his lips, "but this also gives us the opportunity to intercept the rear." ”

"That's right," Yang Keshan understood a little, "If this storm is in our way, then it must also intercept the reinforcements of Pheasant Xin City, we should rob the troops all the way according to the original plan, and attack the city all the way, at that time, the Beirong Shanqi battalion will send a big man to rescue, and none of them can escape, we have a big battle, and there is a revenge." ”

Sonorous and powerful, the spirit is flying.

"The sins of the Khan of Beijon must be atoned for." Feng Mingxi's gaze fell far away at the place where heaven and earth meet.

Lu Yixuan suddenly felt that this man had already built a blueprint in his heart, step by step, cautious, that was a touch of red that began to spread out in Shengjing City, no, perhaps, from the time when 270,000 people died in vain.

Revenge, grievances, the people of the country, and the society have long been engraved in my heart and cannot be forgotten.