The first time in history

Countless legends and descriptions of Wang Zhaojun flashed through his mind. Her stunning beauty and noble and graceful temperament were now within his reach. He felt his blood boiling, and every cell in his body was cheering.

Qian Mingduo's hands clenched unconsciously, his fingertips sunk deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all. His heart was filled with disbelief and ecstasy, as if the whole world had stopped turning at this moment, leaving only him and the carriage carrying Wang Zhaojun.

He tried to calm his rapid breathing and tried to calm himself, but his pounding heart could not be quieted. Wang Zhaojun, this name has always been a symbol of beauty and legend in his heart, and now, he can meet her, this excitement makes him intoxicated, as if he is in the most beautiful dream.

The flag bearer of the "General" felt Qian Mingduo's mood change, so he asked carefully, "General, is there something on your mind?"

"Oh, it's okay, brother." Qian Mingduo let out a long sigh and said to the flag bearer, "I'm hungry and a little tired." He patted the flag bearer's arm vigorously and said, "Come on, brother, let's go eat something."

The flag bearer opened his eyes wide and looked at Qian Mingduo's back. He couldn't believe that the youngest general of the dynasty actually called him "brother". Although the general was usually very friendly to his subordinates, such an intimate name still made the flag bearer feel flattered.

A warm current surged in the flag bearer's heart. He knew that this was not just a simple greeting, but also an expression of trust and closeness. He secretly made up his mind to follow the general more diligently and live up to this rare friendship.

Qian Mingduo's general tent was set up near the royal carriage. Compared with other tents around, it was particularly spacious and luxurious. Outside the tent, a group of soldiers were busy carrying supplies and weapons, with flags flying, a busy scene.

Qian Mingduo walked slowly into the tent under the guidance of the flag bearer. As he walked, he took off his heavy armor, revealing his strong muscles. His body exuded a tenacious and majestic aura that made people fall in love with him.

After entering the big tent, Qian Mingduo sat on a wide couch and took a breath. A servant handed him a piece of naan, and he took it and took a big bite. However, because the naan was too hard, he had to chew it with all his strength. Every time he chewed, he could feel the soreness in his cheeks.

The captain entered the tent and bowed to ask for the sentry's password for tonight. Qian Mingduo thought for a moment and said, "Three words, Qian-Mingduo."

After taking a few bites of naan, Qian Mingduo felt that his cheeks were almost exhausted. He put down the naan helplessly, sighed, and then slowly stood up. He decided to go out for a walk to relax his tense nerves. So he put on a light suit, picked up his sword, and walked out of the big tent.

The wind had stopped raging, and the pale moonlight had turned the desert into silver. The soldiers, who had been traveling hard all day, had fallen asleep sitting or lying around the campfire.

The camels and horses were already lying on the ground, connected head to tail, forming a large circle. Several grooms were silently adding feed to them.

After circling the outer edge of the circle, Qian Mingduo slowly approached the gorgeous carriage. He held the Zippo lighter he brought with him when he traveled through time, and kept changing the way he played with it. The closer he got to the carriage, the faster his heartbeat became.

At this moment, a maid opened the door of the carriage. She held a tray in one hand and lifted her skirt with the other hand, and walked down the steps carefully. After seeing Qian Mingduo, she took a few quick steps and came to Qian Mingduo. She bowed and said, "General, have you had dinner?"

"If the dinner you're talking about is naan," Qian Mingduo said with a wry smile, "then I...have eaten it."

The maid was amused by Qian Mingduo's words. She bowed her head and prepared to leave.

"Please wait a moment." Qian Mingduo turned around and called the maid, "Excuse me, Princess... have you had dinner?"

"Yes, General," the maid replied, "Like you, the princess also uses that... hard-to-bite naan."

"Why are you feeding the princess this kind of food?" Qian Mingduo frowned and asked softly, "Is there nothing else to eat?"

"General?" The maid asked in confusion, "Haven't we been eating this for so many days?" She lowered her head and said softly, "We ran out of vegetables and fruits a few days after entering the desert. Although we still have dozens of sheep, you said that they cannot be slaughtered unless it is a critical moment."

"I understand." Qian Mingduo nodded with a heavy heart. Seeing that Wang Zhaojun, one of the four great beauties in ancient times, was eating the same hard naan as her escort, how could one not sigh!

"Excuse me, Princess..." Qian Mingduo stood outside the narrow window of the carriage, mustered up his courage, and whispered, "Are you asleep?"

"Is it General Han?" Wang Zhaojun's voice was like the gurgling water, clear and gentle, with an elegant charm. "I haven't rested yet." Her tone was calm and soothing, like a spring breeze, making people feel extremely comfortable and at ease. "Excuse me, General Han, what can I do for you?"

"Oh! Princess, I..." Qian Mingduo opened his mouth and exhaled slowly, "Princess, you have been sitting in the carriage for a long time. Although the carriage is comfortable, you will feel tired after sitting for a long time. I would like to ask the princess to move out of the carriage and walk slowly to stretch your muscles. What do you think?"

"Have all the soldiers rested?" Wang Zhaojun asked softly after a brief silence.

"Yes, the soldiers are very tired and have already rested."

"Okay." The carriage window opened a little, and Qian Mingduo could smell a faint fragrance. Not long after, the carriage door slowly opened.

On that cold moonlit night in the vast desert, Wang Zhaojun slowly stepped out of the carriage. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on her body, as if she was covered with a layer of dreamy gauze.

She has a graceful figure and walks lightly, like a fairy walking on the moonlight. Her slender waist is not even a hand's width, but it contains tenacious strength. Her black hair falls casually on her back, swaying gently in the breeze, flashing a mysterious light.

Her face was absolutely beautiful, her eyebrows were long and slightly raised, as if they contained a myriad of emotions. Her eyes were like deep lakes, shining in the moonlight, deep and charming, as if they could see through everything in the world. Under her straight nose, her red lips slightly parted, as if she was telling of endless sorrow and perseverance.

Her skin was as white as snow, emitting a warm luster under the moonlight, as delicate as fine jade. Her gorgeous robe fluttered in the wind, and the exquisite patterns embroidered on it were faintly visible in the moonlight, adding to her nobility and mystery.

Wang Zhaojun appeared in this barren desert, like a dazzling pearl, emitting charming light. Her beauty was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating this lonely moonlit night; and like a blooming flower, blooming in this vast desert, emitting a unique fragrance. Her appearance shocked the whole world and made this originally desolate desert pale in comparison.

She stood there quietly, like a sculpture, but full of life and energy. Her eyes were clear and bright, revealing a kind of firmness and confidence; her skin was as white as snow, as delicate as silk, and exuded a faint luster; her hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, gently brushing against her fair skin, exuding a charming fragrance. Her beauty was not only in her appearance, but also in the kindness, wisdom and courage deep in her heart.