The desert was filled with smoke, the long river was filled with the setting sun, and the air was filled with a colorless fire that almost evaporated all the moisture.
A young girl, completely covered in a white gauze dress, stood on a pile of sand, her cold and clear eyes gazing into the distance. At the end of her sight, there were only a few withered black trees besides yellow sand.
Mu Lin retracted her gaze and walked down the sand pile. She found that she really didn't like the dry and hot environment. Mortal bodies easily sweat and make the body sticky. No matter how uncomfortable she was, she continued to move forward with the dark guards Linglan and Heicha, as well as the three camels they were leading.
The Southern Region is located in the southeast of Jingsheng, with many deserts and few oases. Like the stars in the night sky, there are thirty-seven tribes of all sizes scattered across the Southern Region. The largest tribe is the Kerr tribe, and its leader Jiang Ze is also known as the King of the Southern Region, who is jointly elected by the thirty-seven tribes.
Mu Lin and his team were heading to the Kerr tribe. Coming to the imperial city far away from the power center at this time, heading to the South Desert, which was only a desert away from the southwest of the Tianlan Empire, was naturally for something more important than politics.
Apart from Jingsheng Guozuo, only her master's affairs were worth her traveling thousands of miles.
Mu Lin knew that the master and his brother Xiao Muyun would appear in the Kerr tribe next. In his original life, Xiao Muyun fell seriously ill due to the death of Princess Qianji, and because of the neglect of the royal family and other reasons, his body foundation was damaged. So Xiao Muyun personally brought his brother to the Kerr tribe to ask for medicine, but was assassinated and died on this journey to the southern region.
In this life, the plot has changed because of the involvement of Mu Lin and Queen Mu. Princess Qianji did not die in an assassination, but died unexpectedly in Tianlan's palace a year later. Xiao Muyun was not sick, and his body was still healthy. Without the reason of seeking medicine, Mu Lin thought that the trip to the South Region would not happen, until she received a secret report half a month ago that the prince of Hengyang took his brother to the South Region and acted very low-key.
Mu Lin, who was worried, said: "..."
To avoid any further accidents, she had no choice but to come in person.
Actually, it would be nice to go out for a walk, if it weren’t for this damn place.
"When can we arrive in Fengluo City?" Mu Lin asked Linglan.
This female secret guard followed her not just to serve her, but most importantly, she was good at surviving in the wild and judging routes. With her around, the possibility of them getting lost in the desert would be reduced to a very small level.
"Master, if we keep going at this speed, we should be able to reach Fengluo City before dark."
Mu Lin nodded, took two sips from the water bag handed to her by Linglan, then covered her face with the veil and continued on her way.
She thought the environment in the oasis should be much better.
I can't help but think of the trip to the Western Regions with my master a hundred years ago. They went deeper into the place and the climate was more extreme than here. But when I was an immortal, I didn't have to walk or be afraid of the heat, and I could take out the immortal fruit to eat. Compared with now, I don't feel anything at all.
Mu Lin yearns for the oasis here. It is said that the characteristic buildings are very beautiful, and there are delicious raisins and cantaloupes. Maybe he can bring some dried fruits back. Yi Xi likes to eat snacks with high sugar content. When you are tired of the boring and lifeless desert scenery, suddenly walking into a green area is extremely pleasing to the eyes and beautiful, not to mention there are exotic beauties wearing beautiful gauze clothes to appreciate.
And... calculating their itinerary, Master might already be in Cole City.
The master is two years older than her and is now seventeen... Would he like exotic beauties
This speculation made her a little unhappy. The master was her nominal fiancé, and even if they broke off the engagement in the future, she would choose a suitable wife for him. The master was not yet an adult, so it was too early. Maybe the master did not want to have too many connections with the mortals. Princess Biyuan of Penglai was gentle and beautiful, and Princess Yinwan was bright and beautiful, but didn't the master have any reaction
According to Yi Jian, the master has a cold personality.
It’s better not to arrange a marriage for him, so as not to delay the girl’s marriage.
Time passed quickly as Mu Lin thought about it. However, it got dark late in the desert, so the journey took longer than she expected. Boredom breeds boredom, so Mu Lin began to recite the meditation mantra silently. After reciting it for the 358th time, she finally saw the white exotic buildings in a stunning sunset.
Like a series of white hills, hidden among the red plants and green palms, it has a refreshing beauty like green onions and tofu.
The three of them were dressed in low-key clothes, all wearing the most common white robes and gauze clothes. Mu Lin and Ling Lan wore veils, which was not much different from the people in the city. There were many Han people who came here to do business, especially the merchants from Jingsheng and Tianlan, who accounted for one-third of the city's population. After showing the way into the city, they did not attract much attention when walking on the street.
Hei Cha had an ordinary appearance and was proficient in various languages. He had no problem communicating with these barbarians and soon found a good inn in Fengluo City. In order to let the princess suffer less, he asked for a good room and asked the waiter to bring up local specialties and fruit and vegetable snacks. The camel had already been led to the backyard to feed hay.
After eating and drinking, it was already midnight and the temperature dropped quickly. Lan Ling slept on the floor to look after the princess, and Heicha went to the next room.
Mu Lin believed that if there was any movement, the two of them would be able to react in the shortest time possible.
"Rest first tonight and start looking for people tomorrow. According to my previous instructions, we are looking for the prince and the second son of Tianlan Hengyang Palace, as well as their attendants. Remember, don't alert them after you find them, come back and report..."
After Mu Lin finished explaining, he opened the window. The night wind and the bustle of Fengluo City rushed in at the same time. Fengluo City was indeed very lively at night, and the dim lanterns were warm and bright. But Mu Lin was really tired and had no energy to go out and hang out. After a simple wash, he went to bed early.
In a daze, Mu Lin had a dream.
She dreamed of a raging fire, and the magnificent palace behind her was like the most gorgeous cherry blossoms, whose beauty was gone in an instant.
The sky was filled with red clouds that never faded, and the palace was filled with mournful cries and the shouts of soldiers...
The scene changed, and in a gorgeous and empty palace, a woman in white stood quietly by the window. She was wearing a simple white dress, with long black hair, and her figure was slender and blurry.
Mu Lin couldn't see her face clearly, but he couldn't ignore her noble aura. The woman was holding a small exquisite box in her arms, looking indifferently in the direction of the hall...
The scene changed, and a young man appeared in the hall. He was wearing black armor, which was covered with scratches and blood. He held the sword tightly in his hand, and blood was dripping slowly, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.
The man's face was also blurry, but his eyes were deep and impressive. He stared at the woman, and stared at her... Suddenly, the murderous aura disappeared.
There is a faint floral scent floating in the air, a little inappropriately soft...
At this time, the woman in white moved!
She held onto the windowsill with one hand at an extremely fast speed and jumped out. Her white sleeves fluttered like butterfly wings, and she flew out of the window and fell into a cliff thousands of feet high.
The man's pupils constricted, and the sword in his hand fell with a clang. He ran over with all his strength and looked out the window!
The woman in white seemed to reveal a faint smile, but was instantly lost in the thick fog...
For some reason, Mu Lin seemed to be able to feel the heart-wrenching pain in the man's heart.
Then the scene changed to another one.
In the midst of the ice and snow, there was the woman in white again. She seemed a little older, with a calmer temperament.
She smiled, her smile was warm and bright, as if she had returned to her youth, to the happiest and most beautiful moment in her dream.
She slowly reached out her hand and brushed off the snow on the black coffin... Yes, she was leaning against a coffin.
Her hands were steady and pale, like white jade that could not feel the cold. She leaned her head against the coffin lid and said softly, "I'm back, I'm back..."
What is heartbreaking
What is grief
For her, it meant never seeing him again.
Mu Lin seemed to be able to feel her pain, but she really didn't know why she was in pain... Did she lose someone important
The woman still smiled faintly and closed her eyes, her long eyelashes pure black.
A man in black arrived and saw the same scene. The howling cold wind mixed with dense snowflakes swept across the sky and earth. In the endless sea of snow, a woman in white sat quietly on the ground, her head leaning against the coffin, her long black hair scattered randomly and covered with snowflakes, as if she was isolated from the whole world.
Her smile was gentle and beautiful, revealing such deep attachment.
The man's heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of arrows, and he felt extremely painful all of a sudden. After twelve years of living together day and night, and countless tacit bonds, in the end, he still lost...
He used his Qinggong skills to move over silently, picked up the already cold woman, wrapped her tightly in his cloak, and turned to leave.
The woman suddenly came back to her senses, her lips trembled slightly, and her frozen fingers tightly grasped his collar.
"I want to stay with him." Her tone was resolute and suppressed.
The man paused, his voice frighteningly cold and calm: "You will die." He hugged her tightly, holding her to his chest. She could not, must not leave him.
She closed her eyes, her voice showing a level of fragility she had never heard before, and she said, "I'm tired."
She is tired...
tired…
The next day, Mu Lin woke up very early, with his eyes open and motionless. He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.
After getting out of bed and washing up, she drank a bowl of camel milk, ate some noodles and beef and mutton, and arranged for Hei Cha to go out to inquire about the news. She and Lan Ling went for a walk around to familiarize themselves with the environment.
Fengluo City has limited water resources, not as large as she imagined, but it is not small either, comparable to the size of a medium-sized city in Jingsheng.
The master and servant walked around but didn't find any clues. They did buy some local trinkets and went back to wait for news about Hei Cha.
Hei Cha came back at noon. He had not yet found out where Xiao Muyun and the others were staying, but he brought some new news, "The city lord's daughter is turning fifteen, and a grand bonfire party will be held tonight to celebrate."
Mu Lin was silent for a moment and planned to go look for it with Hei Cha in the afternoon.
I thought there was no need to rush, but Xiao Muran was assassinated during a grand party. He only managed to see his brother for the last time the next morning before he died.
There is not much time left for Mu Lin.
At this moment, there was a warm cheer outside the window. Mu Lin signaled Linglan to open the window. Linglan said, "Master, it's an elephant carrying a girl."
Mu Lin walked over and looked down. A woman who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a red dress and a sari, was parading on an elephant. She was not wearing a mask, revealing a pretty and beautiful face, and she waved to the people on both sides of the street with a bright smile.