"You're awake, it's scared to death." Qingyue covered all her animal skins on Song Zhi's body, and was relieved to see Song Zhi wake up in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhi didn't know what was going on, he just felt uncomfortable.

"You still say! How can you, a person who has been in the desert for so many years, still start a fire so well? "Qingyue is really worried, this wasteland is a few miles, let alone people, and there are not even a few beasts.

If Song Zhi continued to burn like this, Qingyue would really be helpless.

"I don't know what's wrong with me." Song Zhi raised his hand to brush it away, and found that his face was full of tears.

"It's okay, the fever has subsided." Qingyue pressed her forehead against Song Zhi's head.

Suddenly, there was a roar of wind outside.

"Not good! A sandstorm is coming! ”

The wind was as strong that night as her mother's body had been swept away, and she subconsciously protected her head and covered her ears, nose and mouth with clothes.

Qingyue also followed her example, wrapped herself completely, and the two of them leaned on each other tightly, only to hear the wind around them roaring like a ghost.

I don't know how long it took, there was no sound outside, and there was no movement around Song Zhi.

"Qingyue?" Song Zhi asked tentatively, and then shouted a few more times, but no one responded.

She pushed her body to the outside as she struggled to get out of it.

The empty wasteland, like an invisible black hole, sucked all Song Zhi's voice into it.

The night in the desert was very long, and Song Zhi packed up the clothes scattered on the ground, and then tied up the warm animal skins, and embarked on a journey to find Qingyue.

"Y-Who are you?" Qingyue woke up in a daze and saw an unfamiliar face looking at her.

"I'm your savior." The man was lighting a fire beside him, and a bowl of boiling water was boiling in the pot.

"What are you talking about?" Qingyue was very alert, and first looked at her clothes to make sure they were complete.

After Xu Xingzhi rejected her, she had already decided to accompany Song Zhi for the rest of her life and never marry again.

"Don't worry, I didn't touch you." The man was dressed in a black mink coat, and his hair was adorned with several plump beads on both sides.

At first glance, he was not an ordinary person, and Qingyue also temporarily put her mind at ease.

Seeing that the man looked like a gentleman, Qingyue also let down her guard and walked to the man's side.

Stretch out your hand and bake the fire.

"You're from Jinzhou, right?" The man looked at Qingyue's delicate and tender hands, and saw Qingyue's identity at a glance.

"The eyes are quite vicious." Qingyue drank a whole bowl of mare's milk wine, which was called a hearty dripping.

"Very few people in Jinzhou can drink this thing, but you are quite special." The man also took a sip and bumped into Qingyue's empty bowl.

"It's all taught by my friends." Qingyue tasted the sweetness of mare's milk wine, suddenly remembered something, grabbed the man's collar and asked, "Do you see a woman dressed in white and wearing a hood?" ”

The man just shook his head, presented another bowl and said, "As soon as I went out, I only saw you lying there, and I didn't see anyone next to me." ”

"It's over!" Qingyue got up and knocked over the boiling water.

"What are you doing! Do you know how hard it is to find this water? The man picked up the rest of the water in distress, not caring about the heat on his palm.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Qingyue hurriedly found a thick linen cloth, took the pot in the man's hand, and said apologetically, "My friend came with me, can you be a good person to the end, help me find her." ”

"Is it a woman?" The man asked tentatively, and when he saw that Qingyue was like pounding garlic, he reluctantly agreed.

The man got up and took the equipment, and then Qingyue realized that the man was much taller than her, and he even needed to look up at him.

"See what?" The man's eyes revealed disdain, as if he was a little disdainful.

"No, I didn't expect you to be so tall." Qingyue's little face was flushed, she either saw Zhao Yichen or those servants on weekdays, but she had never seen such a manly person.

"I've never seen the world." The man walked out as he spoke, Qingyue's legs were not as long as his, and his calf was injured, so he could only follow him with great effort.

"Women are such a nuisance!" The man couldn't walk fast with Qingyue, he turned back in three steps, and the feeling of walking for a few minutes was just walking out for more than ten minutes.

He squatted in front of Qingyue, pointed to his back and said, "Come up!" ”

Qingyue had never had such intimate contact with a man, and her little face was a little red: "What, what, I can go by myself!" ”

"You're walking too slowly, do you want to save your friend?" The man's words were a little impatient, Qingyue thought about it, and felt that he was right, so she fell on his back shyly.

The sun in the distance gradually revealed, gilding the entire wasteland with a layer of golden light.

The view is also much clearer than at night.

The two walked for a long time without embarrassment, and finally found a comatose Song Zhi under the Gobi.

"Quick! Be there! Qingyue was a little excited, and almost flipped off the man's back.

"Do you want to die?" The man held Qingyue horizontally in his arms with a backhand, looked at each other, and unknown feelings instantly burst out between the two.

The man hugged the unconscious Song Zhi, and Qingyue held the equipment for him.

Ran Qingyue is a woman after all, and the injury on her leg affects her, and she can't walk fast.

The man consciously slowed down and stayed next to Qingyue.

In Jinzhou, a woman like Qingyue who is a slave in the palace is not taken seriously, even if she enters the palace and becomes the personal maid of the nobles in the palace, the world only respects her on the surface, and still looks down on her behind her back.

No one would even marry a maid like her, and in their eyes, a slave for one day and a slave for life.

This is the first time Qingyue has felt respect for a man, and her good impression of him has increased a little bit.

When he returned, it was slower than when he went, and there was a faint sweat on the man's face, Qingyue settled Song Zhi and took out a sachet from his arms.

"Oh, thank you for saving our lives, we don't have anything to give you, so we'll give you this bead."

"I don't want this little woman's things." The man stubbornly tilted his face to the side, and his hand still unconsciously took Qingyue's beads into his arms.

Qingyue chuckled, she looked at the scorching sun in the distance, she had never felt that the scenery of the desert was so good.

She gently pinned her hair behind her ears, and the atmosphere between the two was ambiguous.

"This bead is pretty good." The man was also a little shy, and typically had nothing to talk to.

"I did it myself."

"You still have this craft?" The man didn't believe that this woman's delicate and tender hands could embroider such delicate gadgets.