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chapter one
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Xiao Guan rides it every time, and it is protected in Yanran.
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A two-horse carriage slowly marched along the long ancient road in Huang Chen. The people in the car today are naturally less depressed and angry than when Wang Wei was pushed out of Beijing. Look at the driver's serious and calm face, as if he had been strictly trained. The people in the car have been sitting for hours, but there is still no sound. If you don't always lift the curtain from the inside, I'm afraid people will mistakenly think that the car is empty.
"Lord, the front is coming." The driver respectfully reported to the car.
There was a faint sound of "hmm" in the car, which was an answer. The voice was so low that it was almost impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.
After another walk, the car stopped in front of a ruined ancient city.
Under the oblique light of the setting sun, the ruins that have been attacked by yellow sand for many years are very bleak. Only the towering city gate seems to be telling its once glory and prosperity.
"Lord, here we are." The driver got out of the car and stood humbly by the car waiting for the reaction of the people in the car.
Then, a slender and gentle jade hand gently pulled the curtain of the car and got a girl in purple. Black hair like satin, bright eyes like water, peerless beauty is surprising, but it is also almost sacred. ...