Don't be tempted, sir

Song Xiaoyuan stayed awake all night, and the laundry slave also watched all night. He just stood there pacing in the dark. Awu came out of the camp and saw his own son standing in the wind, so he hurriedly helped him back into the camp.

"Wait a minute." Song Xiaoyuan refused and looked into the distance. Chi Ling flew away last night and he was waiting.

"Sir, Tianhan, please go in first."

The sky was bright, and the morning sun was dazzling in the sky. After a night of hard work, Song Xiaoyuan's steps were a little unsteady. Awu helped the two of them to a corner, and Chi Ling fell into Awu's hand and took off the letter.

[Everything is fine, take care of yourself, and don't forget to put on more clothes.] Hearing these words, his heart was relieved. Everything was fine. He knew it would not be fine, so he did not tell her that night and left her alone in the Qiang Palace. He just wanted to solve the current problem as soon as possible and take her back.

"Let's go to the front camp."

"Young Master, you haven't slept all night. Do you want to take a rest?"

"No, let's solve it as soon as possible."

With the support of the two men, they came to the front camp. Pombal raised his eyes and looked at them with disdain, holding the sand table. The frail man's face was even paler than yesterday. If he had the ability, why didn't he save himself first?

"Here you are, the sick beauty." Although she was ill, she was still as beautiful as a jade crown, and her deep eyes became softer because of her illness. It was no wonder that Pombal called her that.

Ah Wu was unhappy: "What beauty? Our young master...if he gets better..." He wanted to say that if he gets better, it would be difficult for you, the young master is the most powerful person...but he only found out after spending the past few days together that the young master had been poisoned and had given up martial arts. It was obvious that he was such a brave and capable man. He could not accept that the bloody warrior fell forever, but Song Xiaoyuan was calm.

"What if it's healed?" Pombal asked inquiringly.

"Captain Pang, please tell me what you know about Loulan's current situation."

"Humph, so what if you look good? You are just a captive slave. The Saint King spared your life because he saw you. You came to my territory and you want to threaten me!"

Ah Wu was pulled back, and Song Xiaoyuan smiled warmly: "Yes, Chief Pang is the most powerful here, and we prisoners will obey him."

Pombal raised his head proudly, looked at Awu and said coldly: "Learn from me, if you give in, I will give you food!"

Ah Wu clenched his fists and lowered his head without saying anything. His young master was of such a personality that he never cared about anything. He could not cause trouble for him, so he had to endure it.

Song Xiaoyuan glanced at his aggrieved Ah Wu, smiled gently and patted his hand, then let go of his hand and walked to the sand table: "What's the situation first?"

Pombal was satisfied with his submissive appearance, and walked over arrogantly to tell Song Xiaoyuan about the situation offline. These situations were like garbage in Song Xiaoyuan's eyes. The only reason he could control the situation in a few months was that Loulan offline was still recuperating...

"Only this?"

"Isn't this enough for you to analyze? It's rare news for me to come."

Song Xiaoyuan turned his head and looked at the sand table carefully without saying anything. Pombal stood aside in dismay, still not believing that this bird could do anything. After a long silence, he pointed to a cliff with his slender white figure: "Here, please go there."

Pombal saw clearly where the finger pointed: "Sand Valley... This place is raging with sandstorms day and night. You will get lost if you go in. Do you want me to die?"

"So, the leader has never been there?"

Pombal: "......" Who dares to go in here! We searched for the old Loulan people all the way and bypassed this place. After all, no one can survive in such a harsh place.

Song Xiaoyuan turned away from the sand table, found a stool and sat down with difficulty: "I heard that camels can tell the direction. General Pang has been marching in the desert for many years. I wonder if this is true."

This was obviously a way for Pombal to back down, so he followed the steps and said, "...Yes! Camels... can really recognize people."

"Hansha Valley is a windy and sandy highland, with flat ground all around and no shelter. Since we have searched everywhere but found no trace, it is probably in two places, Loulan City and Hansha Valley."

Pombal raised his hand and put it on Awu's shoulder. Awu staggered and walked behind his father-in-law. Pombal put down his hand in vain and said with a wry smile: "Since you, a prisoner, say so, then you and your...servant! Go together. I see that you are not in good health, so let's go to Loulan City. As for your servant...come with me! To the Pansha Valley."

Ah Wu raised his foot to step forward, but Song Xiaoyuan glanced sideways and raised his hand to stop him, smiling gently as always: "Although Pang Bu Ling has the final say here, he is not under your command."

Pombal defiantly stepped forward with his chest puffed out. Song Xiaoyuan stood up and waved his sleeves to avoid him. When Pombal got closer, he could see that his eyes were cold and he showed no fear. He spoke louder, "I have the final say here! So what if he doesn't accept my orders? You're just a prisoner, stop talking nonsense."

Seeing him approaching his master so closely and shouting so loudly, Ah Wu stepped forward and pushed him away: "Stop yelling and stay away from our master! Go if you want to."

The two men seemed to be about to fight again, so Song Xiaoyuan sat down and said, "General Pang, why bother getting angry? Why don't you read the imperial edict again? I'm afraid you didn't understand it."

The man who looked like a military advisor stepped forward and whispered something into Pombal's ear. Pombal looked displeased: "I know."

Song Xiaoyuan stood up: "Let's go, Awu."

"The Holy King asked you to assist in capturing the old members of Loulan, and you assisted him like this!" Pombal looked at the two people who were about to leave with their backs turned away with dissatisfaction.

Song Xiaoyuan did not stop and said with his back turned: "I am not familiar with marching and fighting. This should be General Pang's business."

The two of them left the camp and returned to the rest tent next to the laundry. Ah Wu went out to get food, but Song Xiaoyuan stopped him and asked him to bring a knife: "Have a safe journey, Ah Wu."

"Don't worry, young master! You must take care of yourself when you are alone!"

Before Awu's meal came, he was secretly kidnapped by Pombal and taken to the Sand Valley with the army. Song Xiaoyuan was exhausted at this moment and lay down to rest... This game is to be determined!

Shen Yining came back exhausted early in the morning, and received the letter, which made him more determined. The four words "I only wish you well" were not written on paper or ink, but charcoal marks on his clothes. Thinking of him tearing off his clothes to find charcoal and squatting by the fire to write them down, he couldn't help but smile.

Blood stains on lips, not yet showered, hurriedly looking for paper and ink to tell him he was safe, but in the end he couldn't help but remind him to put on more clothes! I leaned against the window to watch Chi Ling fly away, and my heart flew away with him.

He waited until he could no longer see her, then he went behind the screen to bathe alone. Bloodstains were lingering in the water, and the lady could not detect any blood when she picked up her clothes.

Shen Yining drew her eyebrows and put on makeup while the maid combed her hair. They did this every day without noticing that she had been poisoned. Alianyi still came to have meals together in the morning and evening as usual. The peaceful time made him satisfied.

The sun was setting, and Shen Yining came to Feiyu Pavilion alone every night. The square night sky was especially bright tonight, and the stars were twinkling unpredictably. Shen Yining curled up in pain and had no intention of appreciating it. She just wanted the night to pass quickly. She opened her eyes several times, but it was still dark, so she simply closed her eyes and waited. When the pain stopped, the day would be bright... Helplessness filled her whole body, and she didn't know how many days she had endured like this.

"Xiao Yuan, I miss you so much..."