The four people speeded up and headed north, finally reaching the edge of the Sand Millstone.
Looking around, the endless fine sand stretches forward overwhelmingly, seeming to wrap up the sky at the end of the field of vision.
Ying Zheng jumped off his horse, stepped on the thin yellow sand, and took a few steps forward, feeling filled with emotion.
Is this vast desert magnificent?
magnificent!
It is another kind of beauty presented by nature.
It is different from the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the fields, and the majestic waves in the sea. Although there is no life, it is not lacking in vitality. It also faintly exudes an extremely ancient mysterious atmosphere, which makes people have the urge to go in and find out.
The unknown is mysterious and the most curious.
Wu Chan and the other three people also jumped off their horses and came to Ying Zheng's side.
"How do you feel when you see the desert for the first time?" Wu Chan also looked into the distance and asked.
"I want to go in, lie down in the sand, roll around a few times, and then make a few various sand piles." Ying Zheng expressed his true thoughts.
"Haha." Wu Chan lightly covered his lips and Wan'er smiled, "Then I will go with you."
"Okay." Ying Zheng responded with a smile.
Then the two of them straightened their clothes, tightened their cuffs and shoes, and then walked towards a sand dune together.
"Don't go too far." The sound of a thumb came from behind.
"I know!" Wu Chan waved back and shouted in response.
Zhehuai, however, came close to his thumb and said softly: "Why don't we follow?"
"Let them go." Thumb said with a smile on his lips, "This is the edge area, there is no danger, besides..."
Besides, he didn't say anything.
Zhehuai also snickered as if he understood.
Ying Zheng accompanied Wu Chan to the sand dune and looked to the farther sky. Where the yellow sand met the blue sky, there seemed to be a soft cloud, smiling and spreading its arms to them. Under the setting sun, Under the reflection, the blush and yellow light blend with each other, creating a gorgeous and slightly sad picture.
"It's so beautiful." Wu Chan admired unconsciously.
"Yes." Ying Zheng did not continue to walk forward, but sat on the sand dune. "Since it is beautiful, just sit down and watch it for a while."
"Yes." Wu Chan answered softly, and his movements of sitting down were also very gentle.
The two of them just sat like this, admiring the brief beauty left by the setting sun.
"Wuchan." After an unknown amount of time, Ying Zheng called softly.
"Um."
Ying Zheng paused and said, "I don't know why, but I really want time to freeze and stay at this moment forever."
Wu Chan was suddenly stunned. After a few breaths, he turned his gaze to Ying Zheng and asked softly, "Do you really think so too?"
"Yes?" Ying Zheng raised his brows and asked with a smile, "What, you think so too?"
Wu Chan nodded lightly, and then turned to look at the sky: "If time could stop here, the beautiful scenery in front of you could remain forever, and all kinds of disputes in the world would stop, and..."
And what, Wu Chan didn't say anything.
"And..." Ying Zheng looked at Wu Chan's beautiful profile, "We can stay together forever and enjoy this most beautiful scenery."
A blush suddenly spread to Wu Chan's ears, and she didn't know what kind of shy expression she had at this moment.
"Ignore you." Wu Chan stood up directly, crossed the sand dune, and ran forward.
"Hey, wait a minute." Ying Zheng stood up and chased after him, "Don't run too far."
At this time, Wu Chan stopped, squatted down, grabbed a handful of yellow sand in each hand, and turned towards Ying Zhengyang.
Ying Zheng was caught off guard. Kankan only covered his eyes with his arms, stumbled and slipped to the ground.
Suddenly, Ying Zheng's body was covered with yellow sand from head to toe.
"Hahaha..." Wu Chan laughed and laughed.
The laughter was hearty and crisp, like the sound of nature in the wilderness
echoed in.
Ying Zheng quickly wiped the yellow sand off his face, and then dusted the sand on his body and head.
Seeing Ying Zheng's embarrassed look, Wu Chan laughed while making faces.
"Okay, you." Ying Zheng also grabbed a handful of yellow sand and threw it over.
Wu Chan was naturally on guard and turned around to avoid it.
Ying Zheng stood up, grabbed another handful of yellow sand and chased after him: "Don't run!"
The two of them started playing around.
Looking at the two of them from a distance, Thumb and Zhehuai also laughed.
"Not to mention, they are quite right for each other." Zhehuai muttered with a smile.
"Yes, it seems that the Lord's marriage has been settled." Thumb let out a long sigh of relief.
Zhehuai couldn't help but sigh and said: "The only disadvantage of this girl inheriting the throne is that it is difficult to find a husband. The young people in the clan always feel that their status is not equal and they are not worthy of the queen, but foreign princes and the like , and nothing is too suitable.”
"No." Thumb curled his lips and said, "Your cousin is too picky. She doesn't like even the things we think are similar."
It turns out that Zhehuai is Wu Chan's cousin. He should also be an elite member of the royal family, and his status must be very high.
Zhehuai said helplessly: "That's right, we have been worrying about this matter a lot in the past few years. Uncle Thumb, you are also a highly respected person in our royal family. Your status is second only to the great elder. You see, the two of them are going to If we are really in love, what should we do next?”
"Marry her off and you will take over the throne." Thumb quipped.
"Don't be ridiculous. Before Wu Chan took over, you asked me to take over the throne. I refused then, let alone now." Zhehuai said.
"Alas..." Thumb sighed and said, "Then it seems like this still won't work out. They can't be thousands of miles apart and miss each other every day, but not see each other all year round."
"Then what do you think we should do?" Zhehuai frowned slightly and had no idea.
Thumb thought for a while and said, "Do you remember what King Qin said that day?"
"Which sentence?" Zhehuai asked.
"He said that if one day Jingjue is invaded by the yellow sand and the environment here becomes untenable, then Great Qin welcomes our entire clan to move there at any time." Thumb said.
"Of course I remember." Zhehuai said, "But it was still a long time ago."
"No." He shook his head with a heavy thumb and said, "According to records, the spread of the Sand Millstone has been slowly increasing. My grandfather, your great-grandfather, once led someone to measure it when he was young. In less than three hundred years, Jingjue will be invaded by yellow sand, and in less than four hundred years, it will be completely submerged."
"This is the conclusion reached when it does not increase the rate of spread. Now, more than 60 years have passed."
"We have to consider the way out for the Ghost Cave Clan. Maybe it will be too late to find a way out by then."
A hint of worry came to the corner of Zhehuai's eyes, and he asked in a rather serious tone: "Time is actually so tight?"
"Yes, I have been secretly glad these past few days. It was not after two hundred years that people from China came. If that were the case, maybe all he would find was ruins." Thumb said with a gloomy expression, "And if we now If we don’t seize the opportunity, in another hundred years, we won’t be able to tell who will be in power in China, and who can guarantee that he will take in our descendants?”
"Yes." Zhehuai nodded and said, "What my uncle said is indeed reasonable. I think our Guidong clan has migrated here, so we have nothing to do with it. Besides, the core of the ancestral precept is to cooperate with China in doing something. It’s a big deal, but..."
"It's just about whether the powerful people in the clan and the people in the city can really give up their current wealth and migrate with the entire clan." Thumb said.
"Not bad." Zhehuai nodded.
"I'll go talk to those old guys about this matter. It's a matter of great importance to the whole clan. As for Guishou, what I say still has some weight.
of. Thumb said rather firmly.
"This is best. With you coming forward, things will go as planned.
It shouldn't be difficult to solve. Zhehuai said, "But let's discuss it with Wu Chan first."
"No need for now." Thumb shook his head and said, "Let's wait until we meet those old guys."
"good."
The two people here were discussing important matters in the clan, and the two people on the other side were also having fun.
Wu Chan, who seemed a little tired, sat down first, then fell on the yellow sand, gasping for air: "Truce, truce."
Ying Zheng also sat down not far from her, looked at Wu Chan's embarrassed look, and laughed: "Looking at you now, you don't look like a queen at all."
Wu Chan glanced sideways at Ying Zheng: "Looking at your gray face, you still look like a king."
"You look like a woman on the run." Ying Zheng said.
"You look like a defeated bandit." Wu Chan said reluctantly.
The two of them were too tired to move, but they refused to admit defeat.
After a few words of bickering, the two looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.
After running in the desert for a long time, he naturally felt thirsty. Ying Zheng took out his water bag and was about to take a sip when he realized that Wu Chan did not carry the water bag, so he handed over the water bag in his hand: "Drink some water."
Wu Chan just glanced at it and reached out to pick up the water bag.
But whether it was intentional or unintentional, chance or coincidence, Wu Chan's palm was directly on the back of Ying Zheng's hand.
The moment two different pieces of skin came into contact, it seemed as if thousands of thunderbolts struck their bodies simultaneously from that point of contact.
What was more intense than the numbness was their wildly beating hearts and the pulses that carried the electric current throughout their bodies.
Wu Chan quickly withdrew his arm, but it did not reduce the numbness at all, nor suppress the beating heart rate.
The two of them stood there stunned, as silent as stone sculptures for a long time.
After a long time, Wu Chan broke the silence: "Brother Ying."
"Um?"
"You have given Jingjue so many things, and I want to give you something too." Wu Chan said.
"What is it?" Ying Zheng asked curiously.
"I won't tell you, but you will know when we get back."
"Okay." Ying Zheng suppressed his curiosity, looked at Wu Chan and said, "We have been out for a long time, it's time to go back."
"Okay." Wu Chan turned over and stood up. Without waiting for Ying Zheng, he walked in the direction of his thumb.
Ying Zheng also quickly stood up and followed.
Enough fun, it's time to do some political work.
Thumb took Ying Zheng around to survey the landforms, and then took him into several caves dug by the ghost hands before, and also took him to see the passage of the Fire Eye that had been sealed for a long time.
However, there was nothing to be seen except a pile of rocks.
Ying Zheng had thought of this before coming.
"Uncle Thumb, how do you know that this millstone of sand is spinning, your exquisite ancestor?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Many flagpoles were buried in the desert and on the edge before," said Thumb. "When we investigate here, we will find that more flagpoles have penetrated deep into the desert, and their orientations have changed."
"So that's it." Ying Zheng said, "Then can we go and have a look."
"Okay, from there, we can go back directly." Thumb said.
Under the leadership of Thumb, the four people came to a flagpole. They saw that it was already a little crooked, and they didn't know how deep it was buried underneath.
"Originally, these flagpoles can be used as national boundary markers. However, these flagpoles are constantly being eaten away by yellow sand, which means that the borders of Jingjue are getting smaller and smaller, and the country is getting smaller and smaller." Thumbs up. Sad.
Like the three outstanding people, a sad look appeared on Ying Zheng's face.
Having finished watching what should be seen, the four of us followed
That's when we started on our way back.
However, both Ying Zheng and Wu Chan looked in the direction where they had played together from time to time, each with their own thoughts in mind.
