The first time in history

A few days later, the camel caravan had reached the Shilanji Pass (now northeast of Bayannur). From here, they would head north along the southern foothills of the Yinshan Mountains.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival on the grassland, the sun was high overhead at noon, the sunlight was still strong, but less blazing. The sky was as blue as a gem, clear without a single cloud.

Not far ahead, a narrow pass slowly emerged.

After passing this pass, the road will be smooth. According to the speed of the camel caravan, it will take another ten days to reach Jilushai. This means that this camel caravan with a heavy responsibility will soon successfully complete its mission of escorting Wang Zhaojun.

Qian Mingduo had been in a very low mood since leaving Linhe County. His face, which was originally full of vitality, was now shrouded in gloom, and his eyes revealed endless sorrow.

He was in great pain, because every day the camel team moved forward, the time he could see Wang Zhaojun would be reduced by one day. When he thought about the upcoming separation from Wang Zhaojun, he would involuntarily feel sad. It was a painful feeling, as if thousands of sharp blades were ruthlessly cutting his soul, making him unable to sleep at night and unable to taste food.

He even thought about eloping with Wang Zhaojun and taking her to a place where no one knew them. But if he did that, Wang Zhaojun's family would be implicated, and the fate of her parents and siblings would be extremely tragic.

If he did that, he would change history, and the story of "Zhaojun's Exile to the Frontier" that has been passed down for thousands of years would no longer exist. This is something he must not do.

"What the hell should I do?" Qian Mingduo sighed.

The camel caravan stopped in front of the pass, which was a dangerous place with towering mountains on one side and a deep abyss on the other. Although the pass was only a few dozen meters long, it seemed like a devil's checkpoint deliberately set by nature.

Qian Mingduo rode his horse to the front of the camel team and saw Wang Zhaojun looking in from the window when he passed the carriage. The two smiled at each other, and that smile contained deep affection and tacit understanding.

After discussing with several officers, Qian Mingduo climbed onto a huge rock and began to command the camel caravan to slowly pass through the pass one by one.

Just as Wang Zhaojun's carriage was about to drive out of the pass, the wheel on one side of the carriage got stuck in a crack in the rocks. Although the driver whipped it continuously and the two horses were breathing heavily and paddling with their four hooves, the carriage remained motionless.

An officer saw this and quickly went over with a few people to help. Because the wheel stuck in the crack was close to the mountain, they could not get close to pry the wheel, so they could only rely on horses and manpower to pull the carriage out.

Wang Zhaojun and Xiaohong also got out of the cart and pushed it with everyone.

At this moment, some gravel slid down the mountain and hit the roof of the car with a "ping-pong" sound. Everyone quickly dodged while looking up.

"It's just some rubble." An officer leaned against the mountain and looked up. "Everyone, hurry up and push the car out and leave here."

Qian Mingduo heard the sound of gravel hitting the roof of the carriage. Worried about Wang Zhaojun's safety, he rushed towards the carriage.

With everyone's joint efforts, the carriage finally drove out of the crack. Only the wheels were a little cracked, so the craftsmen who accompanied the team immediately repaired them.

Wang Zhaojun looked at the distance with a complicated look in her eyes. Suddenly, she noticed Qian Mingduo walking towards her. She had an idea and quietly walked to a protruding part of the pass. Although this place was right on the edge of the cliff, it was relatively quiet. She just wanted to have a few quiet words with Qian Mingduo.

At this time, more rubble slid down from the top of the mountain, and people took shelter under the cliff. A huge rock as big as a hill came crashing down with a force of ten thousand jins. With a loud "crack", Wang Zhaojun's carriage was instantly shattered, and wood chips flew everywhere.

The huge rock fell into the abyss close to Wang Zhaojun. Wang Zhaojun was horrified and stood there blankly, looking at the broken carriage in horror.

Another huge rock fell down and hit Wang Zhaojun directly. At the critical moment, Qian Mingduo rushed over like lightning. Without a moment's hesitation, he used all his strength to jump high and pushed Wang Zhaojun away.

But Qian Mingduo lost his balance due to this desperate push, and his body fell backwards involuntarily. Amid the desperate exclamations of the crowd, Qian Mingduo fell into the bottomless, dark and gloomy abyss like a fallen leaf.

His figure was instantly swallowed by the abyss. Only Wang Zhaojun's heart-wrenching cries echoed in the empty valley for a long time, as if tearing this cruel and ruthless world apart.

Qian Mingduo felt a pitch-black darkness in front of his eyes, as if he was swallowed by endless darkness. He felt that his body was like a spinning top out of control, spinning non-stop. This feeling made him dizzy and his stomach churned.

As the speed of rotation increased, he felt a powerful force that seemed to be throwing his internal organs out of his mouth. He tried to grab something around him to stabilize himself, but found nothing around him.

Gradually, Qian Mingduo's consciousness began to blur and his mind became confused. He tried hard to stay awake, but he could not resist the powerful force and dizziness. Finally, he completely lost consciousness and fell into a deep coma.

At this moment, a brilliant white light suddenly appeared, instantly illuminating Qian Mingduo's study. This light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. It appeared without any signs, as if it had fallen from the sky. Under the illumination of this light, everything in Qian Mingduo's study became clearly visible. However, this light only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing, as if it had never existed.

The light faded, and Qian Mingduo slumped down on the desk, feeling as if all his energy and strength had been drained away. His breathing became rapid and heavy, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his eyes became a little blurry.

He tried to raise his head, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. After a long time, he slowly recovered and his body gradually regained some strength. He struggled to stand up and leaned back on the chair, breathing heavily. His face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled slightly. It was obvious that he had not yet completely recovered from the tension just now.

The sudden change of time and space made Qian Mingduo unable to face what was happening in front of him. He felt his mind was cloudy and drowsy. He stood up with difficulty, staggered into the bedroom, lay down with his clothes on, curled up his legs, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

More than two thousand years later, several hikers camped at the place where General Han Bing killed wolves. They sat around the campfire, playing guitar and singing Xu Wei's "Blue Lotus".

Under the illumination of the bonfire, a beautiful girl found a shiny object at her feet. She carefully brushed off the sand on it and picked up a Zippo lighter. A name was engraved on the shiny silver lighter. This was the owner of the lighter - Qian Mingduo.