The afterglow of the setting sun poured down like a tidal wave, and the gate of Shuofang was closed not far away, and a young man in military uniform above the city looked at the desert covered with yellow sand in the distance, and fell into a long contemplation. This is the first time he has come here, desolate and barren with little life, just like the life of Rong Ma that he can't escape, this is the mission that the Mo family is destined to carry.

He was just about to turn around and leave, when the crisp camel bell sounded, and a woman wearing a red veil rode a camel out of the desert.

Not long after, the red gauze woman has come to Shuofang Pass, under a blue dress is a slender figure, slender waist with a short knife inlaid with red agate, her red gauze turban was blown up and down by the desert wind, long black hair, cumbersome braids, exquisite silver ornaments, one by one ran out of the turban, she raised her head and looked at the young man in the city.

"In the lower merchant girl Luo Yao, Mo Xiaolangjun, please make it convenient."

The young man frowned slightly, who was this girl, and how did she know that her surname was Mo?

"The only son of the Marquis of Chengyang, the nephew of the Empress Dowager Mo, no one knows."

Luo Yao seemed to know what the young man was thinking, and in the face of the young man's puzzled eyes, he smiled brightly, and the soldiers in the city were stunned in place, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook. The boy shook his head violently, forced himself to compose, and resolutely said the words of refusal.

"The gates of the city are closed, and they are not to be opened."

Luo Yao grinned, her lips were red, she was smart and delicate, and her deep eyes seemed to contain the entire starry sky.

"This jade plate, can Xiao Langjun recognize it?"

I saw her take out a jade plaque from her arms, and the word "ink" was engraved in the middle of the simple lines.

"Open the door."

The young man didn't say much, and ordered the soldiers guarding the city to let him go, and he stood on the city and saw her enter Shuofang Pass from a distance, and a red veil gradually disappeared into the distance......

On an eaves in the backyard, Mo Yan drank a small jar of fruit wine, looked at Shuofang Pass not far away, remembered the story that had been sealed for a long time, and the clear sky sitting on the side was a little worried.

"Little Hou Ye, Little Hou Ye!"

Clear Sky called Mo Yan several times, but he didn't see any reaction, and reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm fine."

Mo Yan sneered, he was very unhappy now. For thousands of years, Shuo Fangguan stood there quietly, but the red gauze woman could never come back, and the lady she married was hiding everything from herself, without any sincerity at all.

"The third lady is not just a businesswoman, she still has something to hide from me, it's really good!"

"Little Hou Ye ......"

Qingkong didn't know how to explain it, no matter how much he said, it was not as useful as Wen Ye's honest words, and sometimes he really wanted to tell her all this, and it was really uncomfortable to hide it.

Mo Yan saw his entanglement, and planned to wait for her to confess everything to him, but now he didn't want to wait patiently like this, and he couldn't get over it if he didn't tease her well.

"Don't try to let her know, I'll see how long she's going to hide it. Today I will rest and set out tomorrow morning, and I will get me a camel too, and I will go with you into the desert, and tell my men to let them follow the caravan far away, and not to come near without my orders, and let her go to another room tonight, and the courtyard will be on guard, and maybe a few powerful ones will come. ”

"Yes."

Clear Sky jotted down each sentence one by one, and the two jumped off the roof and walked to the front yard separately.

After lunch, Wanzhao cleaned up his things for Wen Ye, and was very unconvinced.

"Master! The little marquis actually directly ordered to leave tomorrow, and he didn't say that he would come to see you. ”

Wen Ye suddenly became nervous, and hurriedly emphasized to Wanzhao and Xiaochun repeatedly.

"Don't say anything I vomit, not even in the clear sky!"

Wanzhao nodded and agreed, she didn't say anything, and deliberately emphasized that it really didn't save face.

"I promise not to say anything, but I'm going to sleep with my master at night."

"No, you all go back to your room to rest at night, I feel at ease with Mo Lang here."

Wen Ye grinned, glanced at the bed sent by the clear sky in the corner of the wall, and the thought that he would guard herself tonight made her heart feel happy, leaving all the previous panic behind.

"Heavy color and light friends."

Wanzhao pulled Xiaochun out of the door in a puff, and the clear sky had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"You've come just in time, I have something to ask you!"

Before the clear sky could react, Wanzhao grabbed his arm and walked to the backyard, Xiaochun on the side pursed his lips and smiled, this pair of master and servant is really the same, only suffering from her, a poor person who is alone.

"The master is very uneasy now, only you can help her."

Wanzhao shook Qingtian's arm, learning from Wen Ye's coquettish appearance on weekdays.

"You...... Let me do what? ”

Qingtian was obviously very useful, reached out and touched the chin of the evening photo, and replied with a pampered face.

"From now on, stay by Mo Yan's side, and you are not allowed to leave him for anything."

"Why?"

Wanzhao lowered her voice, stood on tiptoe and continued in Qingtian's ear.

"The master suspects that the little marquis already knows her secret."

"What's the secret?"

Clear Sky grabbed her shoulders and looked at her nervously, and Evening Zhao grinned, there was something he couldn't guess.

"Banshan Pavilion, that spy last night is enough to show that we are not an ordinary caravan, and now there is no way to hide it, so I can only let you go to the little marquis to find out the situation first."

"No......"

Clear Sky hung his hands at his side, clenching the saber at his waist, and he had to follow Wanzhao in the desert.

"Why not? At the beginning, you took the initiative to enter the Hou Mansion to follow the little Hou Ye, why do you regret it now? ”

Clear Sky frowned, he was trying to find a way to get close to her, but now that he has succeeded, of course he is not happy.

"Don't pull it down, I'll think of it myself."

"Don't worry, I'll go."

Qingtian sighed softly, and the pit he dug himself had closed his eyes, and he had to jump down.

"Thank you!"

Wanzhao stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips, and before the clear sky could react, she covered her mouth and ran away shyly.

"Is this, a thank you?"

Qingkong touched her mouth unsatisfactorily, looking at her running away back and smiling, if she took the initiative to come over again, she would not let it go easily.

Shuofang Pass is the entrance and exit of trade between Wu Yue and Jingping country, in recent years, the wind and sand are seriously not as prosperous and lively as in the past, but the caravans are still endless, the camel bell is long, the people shout the horse neighing, the messengers come and go, a prosperous scene.

The group also went out of Shuofang Pass, Bixiao collected the paperwork and walked in the front, Wen Jian walked side by side with her, introducing her to the desert scenery. After that, there was a row of camels tied together, one after the other, and they marched towards the desert step by step.

"I didn't expect the Wen family to do such a big business, and they still do Hun business?"

Mo Yan sat behind Wen Jian, he was dressed in the clothes of the locals today, tight-fitting black clothes and white gauze, and his silver hair was combed with complicated braids, he was extremely handsome and charming.

"Once or twice a while."

Wen Ye sat behind Bixiao, she lowered her eyes and smiled a little embarrassed, Mo Yan's Western style outfit made people can't take their eyes off, and it was really rude for her to stare at it for a long time.

"You take this hat with you."

Mo Yan said and put a hat with a white gauze on her head, but Wen Ye leaned back and still couldn't dodge.

"I'll just do it myself."

Wen Ye straightened the hat on her head, she put on a headscarf and veil in fact she didn't need it, but since he gave it to herself, she wore it.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Mo Yan seemed to be chatting with Wen Ye, and the atmosphere between the two was quite harmonious. Wen Ye nodded and smiled in reply, the relationship between the two eased a lot last night, but she still felt a little weak in the face of Mo Yan.

"Second son, what's the place on the left?"

The words of the evening light came from behind, and she sat behind Wen Ye, side by side with the clear sky.

Wen Jian turned his head to see that it was a spring stream eroded by quicksand, and there was a sword grinding stone and a bald green grass next to it.

"This is the sword stone for drinking horses, the place where the caravans stop to drink horses on their journey, and after this is the real desert land. Five years ago, when I came, there was a stream that flowed from west to east to Shuofang Pass, but now this stream has broken off just here,"

Wen Jian sighed, the power of nature is too strong, if there is no awe, it will definitely attract the backlash that nature gives back to us.

"With the power of grass, half without a beard to grind the sword stone."

Mo Yan chanted the poem leisurely, his low and lazy voice, accompanied by the crisp sound of camel bells, which was very intoxicating.

"At that time, the sword was washed and the blood became a river, and the grass and sand are red to this day."

Wen Jian smiled and agreed, Wen Ye carefully identified the color of the sand under his feet, it was really not pure yellow.

"Mo Lang, look, this grain of sand is actually red and yellow."

Mo Yan was suddenly stunned, the person who said this to her also said it, it was really a coincidence......

"Miss Luo Yao, look, this grain of sand is actually red and yellow."

The boy licked his chapped lips, it had been nearly two months since he came to the desert, and he was still not used to the heat here, but fortunately he wouldn't be too bored with her.

"You haven't been here?"

Luo Yao asked suspiciously, the soldiers guarding the city actually stepped out of the place they guarded, I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky.

"No, I grew up in the capital since I was a child, and I came to the border of Liangzhou in my twenties."

Mo Lin cried and laughed, whoever made his surname Mo, his father had to live in the capital thousands of miles away when he was on the border. Although he and his mother lived a life of fine clothes and food, they were not allowed to leave the capital without the permission of the saint, and from the moment he entered the capital, he lost his precious freedom, and he became his father's weakness and handle.

"Xiao Langjun has suffered."

Luo Yao swung his shoulders to show comfort, today she is still in red gauze and green clothes, long black hair, cumbersome braids, exquisite silver jewelry, and a bright smile.

"In Xia Molin, the word Zhen'an, Miss Luo Yao can call me Zhen'an."

Mo Lin coughed softly, the title of "Xiao Langjun" made him uncomfortable, his scalp was numb and his heart was beating fast, and even made him red-faced.

"It's not good, is it okay to call you Yan Gongzi?"

Mo Lin didn't understand what he meant, why did he change his surname to "Yan"? Luo Yao smiled and spread out his palm, stretched out his finger and wrote the word "Yan" in his heart.

"Hiko? I really don't dare to be. ”

Mo Lin waved his hand in shame, his talent was also forced by his father, he is not the kind of person who has both ability and political integrity, but he knows some military skills of marching and fighting.

"I said you are, you are!"

Luo Yao nodded heavily, she didn't know many words, and she couldn't even write her full name, "Yan" was the most beautiful word she thought.

"Well, if you like it."

Mo Lin smiled, the two of them walked in the yellow sand one after the other, Luo Yao waved a red gauze headscarf in the wind, and happily rushed down on the sand dune, knocking Mo Lin on the opposite side to the ground.

"Hahaha!"

The two laughed heartily, lying on the yellow sand and watching the sunset on the horizon.

"My mother said that you are seventeen this year, why did you become my father's spy?"

Mo Lin asked softly, if she didn't hear herself, he wouldn't ask anymore, he just unconsciously became curious about her, and he wanted to know everything about her.

Luo Yao was very happy that Mo Lin wanted to get to know her, and cared about her like an old friend who had known her for many years, and he was the second person who was willing to listen to her tell her about his life experience.

"My father is from Jingping, my mother is from Wuyue, and then my father's family killed my parents, I have to do something."

Luo Yao was still smiling brightly, and Mo Lin felt a trace of pity in his heart, and he held her in his arms, and the hearts of the two young people slowly approached.