The first time in history

Qian Mingduo woke up slowly from his sleep and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the familiar environment around him, an indescribable feeling of loss and confusion surged in his heart.

He looked at his empty hands, and the pale yellow blind box had disappeared without a trace.

The encounter with Yang Guifei in that dreamlike scene was still vivid in his mind, and the thrilling experience seemed to still linger in his mind. However, at this moment, everything disappeared like a bubble, and he returned to this dull real life.

He rubbed his eyes hard, trying to prove that it was just an illusion, but everything remained the same. He felt a deep despair surge into his heart like a tide, a feeling of falling from the clouds. His soul seemed to still be in that wonderful world, but his body was ruthlessly imprisoned in this ordinary reality.

His emotions were extremely complicated, he was nostalgic and reluctant to leave the wonderful encounter, but also a little helpless and frustrated to face the ordinary reality again. He tried to grasp the remaining memories, as if they were the most precious treasure in his life.

Anger, resentment, and confusion were all mixed up in his heart. He grabbed his hair frantically, muttering to himself, "How could this happen? How did you come back?" Tears welled up in his eyes, which were the extreme pain and reluctance to lose such a good opportunity. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and every breath was stinging.

At this moment, he is like a clown teased by fate, struggling on the edge of reality and fantasy, unable to find a way out or direction.

Qian Mingduo looked at the remaining blind boxes again, his eyes flickering with hesitation and uneasiness. His fingers trembled slightly, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

Slowly, he stretched out his hand, but when he was about to touch the blind box, he suddenly pulled it back as if he had been electrocuted. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner tension.

He reached out again, this time his movements were slower and more cautious, as if every touch required great courage. Finally, his fingers gently touched the surface of the blind box, and at that moment, his heartbeat accelerated and his breathing became rapid.

Qian Mingduo took a deep breath and carefully opened the outer cover of the blind box. A piece of paper covered the top of the blind box.

"Han, General, go out to the border." The five words on the note were as red as blood.

Qian Mingduo picked up the note, and a delicate lavender box appeared in front of him. He gently picked up the box, feeling its weight and texture, as if there were endless secrets hidden inside.

"Can I go to the future and take a look? Why is this ancient time?" Qian Mingduo said to himself. He hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and picked up another blind box.

"Han, General, go out of the border." After opening the outer box, Qian Mingduo saw the same note and the same lavender blind box.

"Han, General, go out of the border." Qian Mingduo then opened the outer cover of another blind box, the same note, the same blind box.

"Damn you." Qian Mingduo cursed in his heart, "It seems that I have to go to the Han Dynasty once, otherwise I will keep saying this over and over again."

Qian Mingduo re-taped the outer edges of the third and fourth blind boxes with tape.

He placed the second blind box in the center of the desk and lit a cigarette. Smoke rose and filled the air, creating a mysterious and tense atmosphere. He curled one foot on the chair, leaned forward slightly, and stared at the small box with his eyes, not daring to relax at all.

His heartbeat gradually quickened, and his palms began to sweat. He knew that this blind box might bring him a surprise, or it might get him into trouble. But he couldn't suppress his inner curiosity and expectation, eager to uncover the truth behind this mysterious box.

He gently stroked the surface of the box. He felt a chill between his fingers, which made him shiver. His breathing became rapid, as if he could sense the unknown breath emanating from the box.

However, just as he was about to open the box, an inexplicable fear surged into his heart. He suddenly felt as if he could not bear the contents of the box and was afraid to face the possible consequences. His hand stopped in mid-air and did not fall.

He stared at the small box with wide eyes, his heart full of contradictions and entanglements. He didn't know where this blind box would take him, to the other side of happiness or to the bottomless abyss? He couldn't be sure, but he was unwilling to give up the opportunity to explore.

Finally, he took a deep breath and made up his mind. He told himself: "No matter what is inside, I will face it bravely!" Then, he grabbed the box with force and twisted it gently. The box made a crisp sound - it was opened.

The moment Qian Mingduo opened the blind box, a strong light burst out from the blind box! This light was so dazzling that it seemed to be able to penetrate all objects, making it impossible to look directly at it. It was as hot as the sun and as sharp as lightning, illuminating the entire room and even through the windows, illuminating the surrounding streets and buildings.

In just a few seconds, the lid of the blind box suddenly closed automatically, and the strong light was also collected by the blind box. Qian Mingduo, who was sitting in the chair in front of the desk just now, disappeared without a trace.

The team of dozens of camels and horses was like a long winding dragon, slowly moving across the endless desert. Qian Mingduo, dressed in armor, looked around. Judging from the clothes people wore, he was sure that the blind box had brought him back to ancient times.

The scorching sun was high in the sky, ruthlessly burning the golden sand, as if to evaporate all the moisture. The howling wind blew up the dust all over the sky, like a thick yellow curtain, blurring people's vision.

The escort team wore heavy armor and trudged through the wind and sand. Their faces were eroded by the wind and sand, becoming rough and resolute. The flags fluttered in the wind, but they always fluttered firmly, as if they were a symbol of their unyielding will.

The camels carried heavy bags, leaving deep footprints with every step and breathing heavily with fatigue.

The soldiers in the team looked around vigilantly. Although they were exhausted physically and mentally, they did not dare to slack off. The sound of horse hooves, camel hooves and wheels rolled together, echoing in the silent desert, like a tragic movement.

In the center of the procession was a gorgeous carriage, with two snow-white horses, their backs covered with a thick layer of golden saddles and reins, shining brightly. They held their heads high, walked steadily and gracefully, as if they were dream creatures from a fairy tale. The carriage itself was also a work of art, with exquisitely carved patterns and decorations on the body, and luxurious and comfortable interiors, exuding an intoxicating aroma.