When Zhao Mian vomited, everyone in Nanjing was shocked. Wei Zhenfeng was closest to Zhao Mian, but he was too shocked to react for a while, which delayed him a little. When he took out the kettle to hand it to Zhao Mian, Zhou Huairang rushed over, knocked his shoulder away, and said in a panic: "Young Master, what's wrong with you? Young Master, are you okay? Drink some water!"
Zhou Huairang was holding a ladle in his hand, and the water in the ladle spilled out, splashing all over Wei Zhenfeng's face.
The young prince was about to explode when he suddenly realized that the water was warm. He remembered that after the team stopped to rest, Shen Buci immediately started to boil water, boiled it and left it aside to cool, presumably so that His Royal Highness could drink water of suitable temperature.
Even in such a harsh environment, the people of Nanjing East Palace are doing their best to "pamper" their Crown Prince.
Wei Zhenfeng glanced at his kettle filled with cold water and silently withdrew his hand.
Zhao Mian drank the warm water, but the discomfort in his stomach still did not get better. He closed his eyes, frowned slightly, his face was as pale as paper, and he felt quite frustrated.
If he can't even conquer his own stomach, how can he conquer the world in the future
Wei Zhenfeng sensed the low pressure around Zhao Mian and asked tentatively, "Do you feel nauseous and want to vomit?"
When Zhao Mian is upset, he hates people talking nonsense the most.
What's wrong with Wei Zhenfeng's brain recently? How could he ask such an obvious question
"No, I don't feel sick." Zhao Mian said expressionlessly, "I have a good appetite and can eat ten pancakes in one breath."
Camel could hear the irony in the Crown Prince's words, let alone Wei Zhenfeng. However, he didn't have the leisure to argue with Zhao Mian at the moment, so he asked again: "How long has this situation lasted?"
Zhao Mian continued sarcastically: "Eighteen years, I have been like this since I was born."
Wei Zhenfeng was surprised and doubtful: "Is this true?"
"Of course it's fake." Zhao Mian said coldly, "Wei Zhenfeng, what's wrong with you?"
Wei Zhenfeng was convinced: "You people from Nanjing love to say the opposite of what you say?" Wei Zhenfeng wanted to retort, but when he thought of Zhao Mian's current discomfort, he was a little reluctant. After a little hesitation, he chose a less lethal way: "I care about you out of kindness, can you be serious - Princess?"
Zhao Mian immediately tightened his grip on the scabbard: "How dare you!"
Wei Zhenfeng admitted his mistake immediately after he finished talking, not giving Zhao Mian time to draw his sword: "Wrong, wrong."
"..." Zhao Mian was startled, and after weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he let go of his hand.
In this extraordinary period, there is no point in arguing with Wei Zhenfeng.
Zhou Huairang on the side tried to hold back his laughter but couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, "Hahahahaha", and the camel that was chewing cactus started and looked around.
"My lord, your stomach must be upset because you are not used to eating dry food," Zhou Huairang looked at Wei Zhenfeng with a look that said, "My lord, are you okay?" "I can see that."
Zhao Mian glared at Zhou Huairang, and Zhou Huairang immediately shut up.
After hearing what Zhou Huairang said, Wei Zhenfeng thought: "Is that so?"
Was he really overthinking it
Wei Zhenfeng had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run. There were many women and children in the Beiyuan Palace. He remembered that the concubines who were pregnant were not discovered as soon as they became pregnant. It seemed that they would have to wait for two or three months until their bodies gradually became unwell. Then the imperial physician would be summoned to take a look, and the imperial physician would congratulate his father and say that the concubine had a pulse again.
As for why the Emperor of Nanjing was willing to give birth to a child himself, he had no idea. Was this a tradition of the Nanjing royal family? Was it more conducive to the stability of the imperial power for the emperor and the powerful minister to have children
Zhao Mian is the crown prince and the future emperor. Will he, like his father, have some abilities that ordinary people cannot understand
Counting it up, it has been almost two months since he and Zhao Mian had sex for the first time.
Is there a possibility that... Zhao Mian himself doesn't know
Could he completely rule out this possibility
Or, just ask directly
It's not right. With Zhao Mian's temper, if this matter is his weak spot, he will definitely quarrel with him again and draw his sword to kill Shen Buci. They are in the dangerous desert, and it will not be fun to have an internal conflict. He will bear it for a while and ask for clarification when he is done.
After the repairs were completed, everyone was back on the road.
Shen Buci brought the camel over, Zhou Huairang adjusted the cushion between the camel's humps, and was about to help Zhao Mian get on, but was stopped by Wei Zhenfeng.
Wei Zhenfeng snatched the Crown Prince from Zhou Huairang and said, "Let me do it."
Zhao Mian did not refuse. Compared to his own study partner, he certainly enjoyed the service of the Little Prince of Beiyuan more. After all, the way he and Wei Zhenfeng got along would more or less reflect the status of Nan Jing and Beiyuan - except in bed.
Zhao Mian raised his hand dignifiedly, intending for Wei Zhenfeng to hold his hand so that he could mount the camel that was already squatting obediently.
However, Wei Zhenfeng did not seem to understand his intention. He put one arm around his waist and put the other hand through his legs, and really carried him onto the camel as if he were a princess.
Although this wasn't the first time Wei Zhenfeng had hugged him like this, the previous times were all for sex, and sex didn't count. Wei Zhenfeng still did this in front of so many people, where would Nan Jing Donggong put his face
Unexpectedly, before he could open his mouth to scold, Wei Zhenfeng's hand moved forward again, came to his lower abdomen, and then touched it twice very lightly.
Zhao Mian looked down at his stomach and said sternly, "What are you doing?"
Everything was discovered, and Wei Zhenfeng was too lazy to cover it up anymore.
After spending so much time together, he found that Zhao Mian seemed difficult to mess with, but he didn't get angry very often. If Zhao Mian's anger could be visualized, such as a number, continuous provocation would make his anger value soar, but as long as it didn't exceed the value of his complete explosion, if you humbled yourself in front of him a few times, his anger value would automatically decrease, or even reset, and it would be much safer to ask him some questions that might be warned by a sword.
Wei Zhenfeng estimated that Zhao Mian's anger value had almost reset, so he asked, "Has your belly gotten bigger recently?"
Zhao Mian hadn't been eating or sleeping well in the past few days, and he had lost weight visibly. His belly had only become flatter, so how could it be bigger
He frowned even deeper and questioned, "Have you been blinded by the yellow sand? Are you blind?"
Wei Zhenfeng thought to himself that your temper seemed to have gotten even worse.
Zhao Mian added, "You are so blind, no wonder you think the dancer in yellow clothes and straight hair is more suitable to be the leader of the Desert Girls Group than the dancer in purple clothes and curly hair."
Wei Zhenfeng: “…” When will His Royal Highness the Crown Prince change his bad habit of being stubborn throughout his life
On the fourth day of going deep into the desert, Wu Yuanchang told everyone that they had completed the first half of the journey which was relatively easy, and the real challenge was coming next.
"This is the dividing point." Wu Yuanchang pointed to a weathered rock shaped like Zhou Huairang's head, on which was engraved the mark they left last time. "I am not completely sure about the rest of the way. The last few times I led my brothers to try to go forward and left, we all returned without success."
Wei Zhenfeng asked Zhao Mian for his opinion: "Then let's try to the right this time?"
Zhao Mian nodded listlessly.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's condition is getting worse day by day, and today he has reached the point where he doesn't speak unless it is necessary.
He was wearing cinnabar-colored silk, and his long hair was wrapped in a scarf like the natives of the desert. When the wind blew, the red silk fluttered in the wind, and from a distance it looked like a setting sun spreading across the desert.
If you look closer, you can see that even though the Crown Prince is not in the best condition due to his physical discomfort, his appearance is still more dazzling than the sun in the desert. But as he becomes increasingly weak, this brilliance becomes dimmer and dimmer.
Marquis Anyuan snorted and said nothing.
Shen Buci looked solemn, and his usually calm tone carried a hint of anxiety: "Your Highness should not suffer like this."
"What's the point of regretting now?" Zhou Huairang interrupted sarcastically, "Anyway, the young prince has always felt that taking our prince to the Yi clan ruins to play is more important than his safety."
Wei Zhenfeng held his forehead with his hand: "Alright, alright, this king deserves to die."
Marquis Anyuan raised his head and looked toward the horizon, saying, "If His Majesty knew that Your Highness had only eaten two bites of pancakes in the past few days, I wonder how heartbroken he would be."
"The Prime Minister will be very angry." Thinking of Prime Minister Xiao, Zhou Huairang shuddered under the scorching sun. "Once the Prime Minister gets angry, our entire East Palace will have a hard time."
Wei Zhenfeng covered his face with his hands: "... Stop talking."
"Your Majesty!"
"Stop talking, I know I was wrong."
"No, Your Majesty, look!" Ji Chong pointed at the distant skyline with a trembling face, "What is that?"
A huge cloud of yellow smoke appeared above the skyline, like a high wall made of yellow sand, rolling in from the horizon at an alarming speed, getting wider and bigger, but in the blink of an eye it pressed down on the sand dunes.
Wu Yuanchang shouted, "It's a sandstorm! The sandstorm is coming. Run, run quickly, cover your mouth and nose with a headscarf, and find a place to hide..."
Wu Yuanchang's voice was drowned out by the howling wind. The strong wind swept up yellow sand from the ground, and the sand and gravel indiscriminately attacked everything on the ground, including vegetation, camels and pedestrians.
Zhao Mian's vision was filled with chaotic yellow. He knew that Shen Buci and the others should be beside him, but he could not see anything. He remembered Wu Yuanchang's experience. He should not panic at this time, and he should not open his mouth to call for help, otherwise Gao Huangsha would rush into his mouth regardless of everything.
He should find a place to shelter from the wind as soon as possible, but now he can't see anything and can't walk in the strong wind.
The storm was getting more and more intense. At the critical moment, he felt his wrist was suddenly grasped, and then a powerful force led him forward firmly in one direction.
The man used his body to block a small amount of sand and dust for Zhao Mian. Although it was only better than nothing in such a huge storm, it made His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was facing a non-man-made crisis for the first time, feel much more at ease.
He is not alone.
Reason told Zhao Mian that they couldn't go far in the sandstorm, but he felt that they had been walking for a long time. Finally, he saw the weathered rock that looked like Zhou Huairang's head. The man took him to hide in the innermost part of the rock, and he faced him and protected him outside. Zhao Mian put his cheek against the man's chest, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and touched the man's abdominal muscles.
This familiar touch, there was no doubt it was Wei Zhenfeng.
The yellow sand covered the sky, and although it was noon, the sky and earth were as dark as dusk before nightfall. The wind was howling, and the sand and gravel were hitting the rock wall. The chaotic sounds filled his ears, but he could vaguely hear the boy's heartbeat.
I don't know how long I walked, the wind died down, the gray in the sky faded, and the scorching sun reappeared over the desert. Everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
Wei Zhenfeng straightened up, without having time to move his arms which were stiff from holding the same position for so long. He lowered his head and asked the person in his arms, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Zhao Mian's voice was hoarse, "Can we go out now?"
Wei Zhenfeng said: "It should be."
The two of them supported each other and walked out from behind the rock. What came into view was a vast expanse of golden color. It seemed as if the whole world was left with only the two of them and the rock behind them.
"Not good," Wei Zhenfeng said in a rare serious tone, "We seem to have lost contact with the others."
The sunlight was blinding, and golden dust was floating in the air. Zhao Mian squinted his eyes and said, "What's worse is that we have lost our camel."
Their water, food and clothes were all carried by camels. Finding people was secondary. If they couldn't find camels, he and Wei Zhenfeng could only survive in the desert for two days at most.
Wei Zhenfeng said, "Let's look around." Logically, the others should be nearby. But the problem is that after the storm, the others will try to find others. In this vast desert, there is no reference point. If you walk a few more steps, you may get lost and never be able to return to the starting point.
People like Anyuan Hou Shen Buci would not sit there and wait for death, and would immediately search for the Crown Prince as soon as the storm was over. Zhou Huairang, however, knew that he would get lost if he left, so he stayed where he was, guarding a fully loaded camel.
So, after searching for half an hour, Zhao Mian and Wei Zhenfeng were the first to find Zhou Huairang.
When Zhou Huairang saw Zhao Mian, he almost cried with joy: "Your Highness—"
Wei Zhenfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the fully loaded camel.
They can survive, Zhao Mian, him, Zhou Huairang, and... a little guy whose existence cannot be confirmed for the time being.
Zhao Mian asked Zhou Huairang: "Did you see anyone else?"
Zhou Huairang shook his head with tears in his eyes: "No, Your Highness. When the sandstorm came, I kept holding on to the camel's legs and threw myself into the sand... Your Highness, I once thought I was going to suffocate to death and would never see you again..."
Zhao Mian looked at the full load of packages on the camel's back, which was just enough for three people. He praised sincerely, "Well done."
"It would be even better if you could grab Wu Yuanchang by the way." Wei Zhenfeng said, "Without him, we don't know if we can figure out the direction by ourselves."
Zhou Huairang said, "Your Highness, should we split up and look for someone?"
"No," Zhao Mian said without hesitation, "The three of us must not separate. We must stay in one place at all times."
Zhou Huairang didn't know what he was thinking of. He counted on his fingers, then his face turned red and he asked, "We must not separate?"
Zhao Mian hummed. Considering Zhou Huairang's brain, he suspected that even if he asked Zhou Huairang to follow him from a distance, he might lose him. So he emphasized again: "You hold the camel and follow us. You can't be more than three steps away from me and the prince, even when you sleep. Do you understand?"
"I understand... But what if we don't get out before the 15th? What should I do?" Zhou Huairang said tremblingly, "How about I knock myself out by then?"
Zhao Mian: “…”
Wei Zhenfeng: “…”
(End of this chapter)