Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

I was swaying, and my whole body felt weak.

The bones will be shattered.

She sat quietly for a while, then closed her eyes again.

Close your eyes, rest your mind, and adjust your breathing.

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That evening, the mighty motorcade finally left the customs as scheduled.

After passing the interrogation, the gate slowly opened.

After the motorcade passed, it slowly closed again.

It was evening, the desert was smoky, and the twilight was dark.

The wild geese flying south flew high above the clouds, like sentinels, and their squawking sounds filled the sky.

The vast land, the barren weeds.

The dry and biting air, the unbearable bitter cold to the human organs.

After passing the last pass, the convoy will completely enter the heart of the desert wasteland.

The wind and sand that split the liver and gallbladder are like strong winds that can sweep away everything.

Under the vast sky, these thin people from the Central Plains were tortured wantonly and cruelly.

The wind and sand confuse people's eyes, and the cold wind hurts people's knees.

The convoy moved forward with difficulty, and the strong wind even blew into the only sedan.

The wind and sand blew against my face, as if the air was filled with those harsh particles.

When you take a breath, it feels like your nasal cavity is blocked and your breathing is blocked.

The little princess, who was leaning on the sedan with her eyes closed quietly, frowned silently.

My throat was so dry that I felt uncomfortable breathing.

She couldn't help it and coughed twice.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

Outside the sedan, the aunt in charge was not having a good time either.

She complained endlessly about being tortured like this at her old age, quickened her pace, and walked to the front of the motorcade.

"General, how long until we arrive?"

"Look at this day, is it going to rain?"

After all, he is still a Central Plains person and has no concept of the desert in his mind.

The general in charge of the escort, riding on his horse, glanced at the already darkened sky, his face a little solemn.

"There are still two miles to go, and we'll be there in half an hour."

"It's just that today... there should be a sandstorm coming."

There isn’t much else in the Northwest, except that there are a lot of sandstorms.

Sandstorms usually come at night in winter. Small sandstorms are fine, but if you encounter a big sandstorm...

He didn't think about it anymore, but tightened the reins in his hands.

"It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Please tell your highness the princess to be patient. I will work hard and deliver the princess safely to the tribe."

"If that's the case, then it's hard work, General."

The aunt in charge hammered her old arms and legs, but it was not easy either.

Even before the pampered little princess said anything, she couldn't stand it anymore.

Limping back. .

Her Royal Highness's personal maid took this opportunity to hand the princess a bottle of water.

His face was full of worry.

"Princess, are you okay? How are you? Can you still stand it?"

"..." The little princess was so thirsty that she could hardly speak. With a pale face, she opened the cork and drank the water in big gulps.

The sweet water moistened the throat that was almost burning. I coughed and choked, but I still wanted to drink.

The water was so cold that it almost turned into ice, even freezing my teeth.

But she couldn't care less about the cold at this time.

I drank all the water in the water bag and still had some unfinished thoughts.

Licking her moist red lips, her beautiful moist eyes narrowed slightly.

Her face, as clean and clear as a little white rabbit, was inexplicably more charming.

Like a miscast fox, a little less agile and a little more lazy.

There is a faint hint of color between the pale eyebrows.